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Submitted by threecrows-lg on 8 July 2008 - 1:26pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Exiled
Two years into this exile from Libido
a life not exactly monastic - not quite
enough sensory deprivation.
Too little attention to moderation.
Way too little mindful concentration.
But the beneficent Guatama once said:
“no sense crying over spilt milk -bro!”
Thus, here and now, I have never felt as free;
or as lonely.
Heir Shakyamuni, raising one finger says: “Bingo!”
What a prince!
Larry Gambill
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
How was my language use?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
(2 votes)
Welcome...
liked your poem… thought provoking.. always a good thing…
welcome to Neopoet…
Richard
Your approach to poetry
….is so very engaging and original. I’m certainly going to watch for your stuff. By commenting on mine, you raised some consciousness here…so I’m grateful for the introduction!
Yours in peace,
(Cynthia McKinney for president)
Synchro
refreshingly different
It’s good to be able to stand out of the pack.Nice one