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The Foolish Man
Living a silly life
His ideas squewed by meaningless thoughts and imaginitive images
Unserious in his own child-hearted ways
Living life solely for simplistic happiness
Totally uncaring for the bitter cold truths of the world
Oblivious in his search for happiness
Unaffected by polititians or war
Compeletly inept to violence
Existing on love for his affairs he exists behind constrained walls
Put up by himself to protect the child within
Within his affairs he drinks deeply from cavernous pools of passion and fountains of love
With an eye seeing only to the few within the walls
Walls that rarley come down if only ever to glance out upon the shadows of despair outside
Although the foolish man's thoughts are short lived and his ideas are shallow he is happy
Existing comepletly in the moment uncaring of the world this fool of a man leads the perfect life.
Unharmed by the woes of the world.
Alone with his thoughts for a time he ponders...
The day is bright, the sun is warm against his creamy cheeks.
His smile broadens as he thinks on and a bell tolls in the distance.
Ahhh what a perfect life he lives!
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
His ideas squewed by meaningless thoughts and imaginitive images
Unserious in his own child-hearted ways
Living life solely for simplistic happiness
Totally uncaring for the bitter cold truths of the world
Oblivious in his search for happiness
Unaffected by polititians or war
Compeletly inept to violence
Existing on love for his affairs he exists behind constrained walls
Put up by himself to protect the child within
Within his affairs he drinks deeply from cavernous pools of passion and fountains of love
With an eye seeing only to the few within the walls
Walls that rarley come down if only ever to glance out upon the shadows of despair outside
Although the foolish man's thoughts are short lived and his ideas are shallow he is happy
Existing comepletly in the moment uncaring of the world this fool of a man leads the perfect life.
Unharmed by the woes of the world.
Alone with his thoughts for a time he ponders...
The day is bright, the sun is warm against his creamy cheeks.
His smile broadens as he thinks on and a bell tolls in the distance.
Ahhh what a perfect life he lives!
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
Published 17th Sep 2011
| Edited 27th Jul 2017
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18th Sep 2011 4:58pm
just wondering what bell would be the one on this poem; one of happiness (a church bell) or one of sad (the bell of death as in Edger Allen lit.)
mmmm the bell itself doesn't hold very much significance, I thought of it more as like one of those bells on the really old school houses but I guess thats really up to the interpreter...
More likely one of happiness though, its not meant to be a sad poem :P
More likely one of happiness though, its not meant to be a sad poem :P
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2011 00:28am
what was the nicest bell you ever heard?
mmmm a set of choir bells I think but what do you mean? just trying to find insight?
Anonymous
23rd Sep 2011 1:28pm
well it is an insight to me more about the poet then the poem
I've always thought that you could tell the most about people by two things.
1) there writing
2) what they like
both open a small door to an artists soul and I think your a pretty amazing poet
I've always thought that you could tell the most about people by two things.
1) there writing
2) what they like
both open a small door to an artists soul and I think your a pretty amazing poet
27th Jul 2017 00:46am
That's touching. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your comments. I love to share my work and I deeply appreciate the feedback.
9th Oct 2011 00:05am
"Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."
- John Donne, 'For Whom the Bell Tolls'
The fool sits and stares while dribbling happiness as the world revolves and revolts around them.
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."
- John Donne, 'For Whom the Bell Tolls'
The fool sits and stares while dribbling happiness as the world revolves and revolts around them.
