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waiting for it
platitudes, ah platitudes. . .
paucity of penury
when not enough
is too much
non-existent forgiveness
lines road to somewhere
all signs point
to
pot of gold --
more than wrong
clandestine advertiser's slick
fleece fools
waiting in line for it
anticipation is killing them
hyperbole notwithstanding
they wait and wait.
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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Comments
Kailashana2
Fri, 2010-11-19 06:52
Miles of Smiles.
Miles of Smiles. (Notwithstanding)
~
Victorclaude
Fri, 2010-11-19 14:42
Thank you, Shirley~~! Vcitor
Thank you, Shirley~~!
Vcitor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
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Race_9togo
Fri, 2010-11-19 11:48
Victor...
this is one of those little poems that I have to read several times because so much is packed in so little words.
I agree with Lonnie, I can feel distinct irony running through each word.
I think one of the most difficult things in poetry is finding that place where what is written is so much more than just the words and lines.
This to me is a good example of that quality found.
An excellent write.
Respectfully, Race
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Victorclaude
Sat, 2010-11-20 15:18
Thank you, Jim.
Thank you, Jim.
Irony, you bet!!
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)