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Click hereOf Broken Planets and Bitter Hearts
You wonder why challenges grow,
like Kudzu in cool Georgia nights,
‘till love falters into quiet desperation,
cold sheets awaiting broken dreams.
Pensively you study yesterday’s headlines,
blurred between anger and frustration,
discontentment roots twisted fibers
between compelling, divergent authorities.
Cool water flows silently through
burgeoning societies, giving life,
while silently receiving man’s effluvium,
forgotten momentarily, here, today.
Downstream, once proud tributary
reduced to a rancid trickle,
life’s corpses collecting bottle flies
as village degenerates, minds are washed.
Caught in battles for higher purpose
you are the loser, you who cry for sustenance,
love, tiniest suggestion of hope,
power brokers casually forget hyped promises.
Hopelessness flies through black nights,
crow’s feet frame idealistic green eyes;
empty lust joins forever lonely souls
in ritualistic couplings, momentary peace.
Touch me today, enjoy, tomorrow was sold
to corporate greed, blazoning neon
phoniness pixel by pixel, flushing today
down the china bowls of a wasted future…
I enjoyed your insights here QP.. as usual you have a gift of rhetoric and made me look up some words from my dusty dictionary... been too long. Intriguing is the what I get from this work.
du.
this poem had some really gripping lines like the china bowls of wasted futures... inspirational write.
since I allowed myself
the great journey of your
roots grown wild,
Quite a seed you plant here QP-
much to the liking of your reader*winks*(me)
Yet painfully sad, it is ..
Been truth has always been the
bite that hurts the longest..
well done my intelligent friend,
*****(5) lushes peaches for you.
missed ya !
-sGp-
"flushing today
down the china bowls of a wasted future…"
As Sack said, bitter, but sad also!