Screen setters delight. Established motions contrived.
And the Carmel tainted poison to capture the darkest of thoughts.
An expression of the truth? Distorted, devious ways?
Or just a slave to ones condition. Ever betrayed.
Body support. The crutch. One mans empire.
Just a phone call away from salvation.
Equivocate and deviate. The hanging head that cries.
A confirmation of who is who. Hope denied.
Authentic and original. A seeker of that sin.
The eb and flow of misery. Drawn so deep within.
The Liver burst. Or so you hope.
The hands, they always shake.
And mysteries not forgotten.
They spark a fire, that burns you at it's stake.
Oh holy man or lady free.
Dear not condemn this fool.
For I am just a tool of life.
Drunk with thoughts. Amusing you.
By Bob Fox
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent
Another creative and well expressed poem. So very well done. Thank you for sharing
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never to amuse my friend,
but always to love and encourage
and to read some damn good poetry!
love and blessings
Rend
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Wow, a captivating piece here, Bob... well captured. I like this one, the imagery is very strong here, well done poet. Keep penning.
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Deep within ourselves an anger rages! Writing is our passin , we poes pour out the words as a person who drinks fills their glass. A combination of the two, when mixed can either go well, or sour! This poem has deep hidden meanings and lots of anger from within. We all get frustrated at life, but somewhere there has to be some light, a glint of happiness somewhere for you my friend!
~Sie
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Do you sit with amber
light caught in liquid
reflections in crytal
patterns repeated
what a perfect deceiver
this golden skinned amber
intriguing pen
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Your last two lines intrigue me Bob:- " For I am just a tool of life. Drunk with thoughts. Amusing you." I am curious about this poem. It has an unusual power in it yet I cannot fathom the meaning clearly. We are all 'tools of life' whether we like it or not, so I guess we must accept that, and let the mind be free.
You have set my mind to thoughts I don't usually have with this piece. Very well done indeed.
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As the man drinks away the hours to destroy the mind's eye hiding from the hatred our words is longing for..Bit the longing that lays deep with in the soul,, for you are not condemned but loved ..still drunk from words of thought .. not to amuse the sadness in thought.. you always pen your heart in a way for others to to see the real truth behind the thoughts.. well penned always dear heart for you are a gem Hugs always Angel♥
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Although the language is powerful and filled with anger and angst, I'm not quite sure of the meaning, Bob. It's a little too obscure for me, perhaps the context needs to be made clearer.
All the best,
Bill
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To A Muse...You...
well done... but, Muse, it's not all lost yet...if Salvation is just a phone call away, the last eighteen lines could well be your Redemption... -
I read this three times and I must admit I'm not quite sure what it means to me. It looks like it would mean more to someone who was privy to it's context. I'll have to read some of your other writings to find meaning.
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Wow no words are more truly spoken
this is voiced with anger and I can understand why
Its a powerful write too
best wishes my friend and keep on penning
Julie
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