A finger is pointing, aimed by a fool,
Waving wildly, drips senseless drool.
Sharing a veiwpoint, an evil intent,
Is hurtful to many, your rantings vent ...
No basis exists, just rescrambled facts,
Form the foundation, justify your attacks.
Angers distorted, turmoil within,
Like lava erupting, sears mates of kin.
Maybe your love lifes, fueling your fire,
Cheap satisfaction, that's your desire.
Words can't hurt me, just make me think,
That you're behaving, like a natural dink.
Maybe next time, you point my way.
You'll preconsider, what you'd like to say.
Rudolf
Author notes
I wrote this poem because a family member was intent on ripping down his siblings and their mates and I decided to put my reaction down on paper.
Comments
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good poem, these lines i enjoyed the most:
No basis exists, just rescrambled facts,
Form the foundation, justify your attacks.
Angers distorted, turmoil within,
Like lava erupting, sears mates of kin.
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Wow! Good telling off! Nice to read you again Rudolph!
Pam
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Way To Go Rudolf
When we point a finger we got 3 pointing back and a thumb sticking up - hows things with you two and yours - missed you at poetry last time - there was only 4 of us regulars - good write - in your special style - hope to see you soon - Bless God - Joe - dobar dan -------------------------------------------------------------- peace
L3 - leave out "whose" --- L4 - leave out "So"
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