“Surrealist Man” Painting by Cristiano Siqueira From deviantart.com
he used to hang from the moon
stuff stars in his pockets
chase night from the face of the earth
hurl lightning bolts back to the cosmos
men clamored for his bold imprimatur
angels sat on his shoulders
together they gave righteous escort
protecting the driven and noble
he had powers electric invincible
wielded success like a truncheon
to instigate oomph in the abjectly timid
the dullards unblessed by ambition
then came cold reversal of fortune
disabling his ego with frissons of fear
felled by silence that amputates glory
prosthetic humility simply won’t fit
nothing sadder more tragic
than losing great pieces of self
nothing gladder more suiting
than hubris when brought to its knees
Poesy plus Polemics 
are we talking about Dick Cheney here?
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my hero
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Wow, i’ll spend the afternoon looking up words!
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Some great word, to add to this childlike mind of mine!
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we are all children – still learning life
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Spot on! Not that you or I would gloat…. Wise words to everyman and everywoman.
A proverb for our day.
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gloat? – never (he said with a devilish grin)
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of course not!
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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No problem 🙂 it was a beautiful poem.
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wow!
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thanks kindly, Gill
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The passage of time and the reduction of ego. I know that – never has it been put so eloquently.
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very few of us have learned to fall gracefully
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Your use of ‘oomph’. Fabulously effective use of bathos.
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greatly appreciate that
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Ozymandias II. A old theme but uniquely exposed in your excellent recognizable style. Great work.
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we poets have touched every theme and can merely repeat them
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How very beautifully put– a basic truth!
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appreciate that, ellen
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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welcome as always
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Bit too close to home. Beautiful.
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I’ve lived it – thank you
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This is great…I’ve definitely felt this. A song popped into my head as I was reading it (Viva La Vida) – “I used to rule the world–seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone–sweep the streets I used to own…”
Great piece Paul!
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thanks kindly – and I appreciate your sharing that wonderful lyric
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WOW WOW WOW–love “prosthetic humility”, dang that’s good; it definitely “won’t fit”.
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three big smiles here
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Good.
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“Hubris brought to its knees”…. Wow! Loved this piece of yours, Paul! Wonderful writing!
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thank you most kindly
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