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fury of the friendless
“Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.”
―Anthony Liccione
unless
i endeavour to be
fearless,
distress
is my only vacant
fortress.
blindness
is the sighted man's un-
kindness,
mindless
of the fate of his be-
hindness.
homeless,
i am wont to suffer
proneness,
congress
jeering at my state of
undress.
useless
that i sink into ob-
tuseness;
ruthless
is my hunger for as-
tuteness.
restless
is my spirit, limp and
zestless;
endless
is the fury of the
friendless.
© Copyright 2023 June 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
―Anthony Liccione
unless
i endeavour to be
fearless,
distress
is my only vacant
fortress.
blindness
is the sighted man's un-
kindness,
mindless
of the fate of his be-
hindness.
homeless,
i am wont to suffer
proneness,
congress
jeering at my state of
undress.
useless
that i sink into ob-
tuseness;
ruthless
is my hunger for as-
tuteness.
restless
is my spirit, limp and
zestless;
endless
is the fury of the
friendless.
© Copyright 2023 June 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 2nd Jun 2023
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2nd Jun 2023 6:33pm
2nd Jun 2023 7:42pm
Thank you for your kind observation, Melodi.
I believe you have caught the essence, for this was intended to carry a deeper literary message in a visually appealing encounter.
Yours sincerely
cab
I believe you have caught the essence, for this was intended to carry a deeper literary message in a visually appealing encounter.
Yours sincerely
cab
3rd Jun 2023 4:17pm
Valiant write, Cabcool. Humanity has forgotten to care if it doesn't affect them directly.
4th Jun 2023 3:02am
Thanks for your affirmation, Ahavati!
We live in a savage world defined by survival of the fittest, as ancient as that mode of existence is. Unless we stop to examine ourselves, we may not even realise how drunk we are with the wrath of the wine of the fornication of Babylon.
Yours sincerely
cab
We live in a savage world defined by survival of the fittest, as ancient as that mode of existence is. Unless we stop to examine ourselves, we may not even realise how drunk we are with the wrath of the wine of the fornication of Babylon.
Yours sincerely
cab
3rd Jun 2023 10:10pm
I feel like this should be in a comp for the fluid gymnastics you manage to accomplish here. It has both a syllabic cadence and a message.
4th Jun 2023 3:09am
Your metaphors are sharp and cutting -- fluid gymnastics! Although this is not exactly a "concrete" of "shape" poem, I am seeing, from your observation, where I could initiate a comp based on that genre.
Thanks for seeing how the borders of messaging may remain intact, even with the more superficial visual appearing to take the lead.
Yours sincerely
cab
Thanks for seeing how the borders of messaging may remain intact, even with the more superficial visual appearing to take the lead.
Yours sincerely
cab
