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in the swamp
lives leviathan
nostrils alert
for the scent
of men’s lies
jaws engaged
set to snap
the black bones
of deception
and here does he
thrive never once
going hungry
in this fetid
arena where
speeches are
riddles and
trust the frail
province of fools
are great ethical
quandaries civic
conundrums
enough to try
sanity shatter
the mind of an
optimist citizen
no one to pick
up the shards
but the duped
who’ve been led
to embrace the
conceit that the
broken man’s
pieces result
from what surely
must be his mean
sinister judgments
and not from
enlightened
conviction
this dangerous
dark oily place
cannot ever let
truth find escape
it must die here
on tongues of
impostors whose
campaigns contain
empty rhetoric
only to govern as
solipsist rogues
rooted deep in
the slime of all
dead and decayed
noble purpose
From my book Ephemera
great poem..especially liked “dark oily place”
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many thanks
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It was a bit hard to read because of the clunky word choice but I think I get what you’re going for as far as the meaning goes.
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ah well, we can’t all be eloquent
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Or at least, I get the tone of voice and what it’s suggesting, in general.
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something, I suppose
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wonderfully written 🙂
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much appreciated
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I mean I’m sorry for being rude, I dont’ mean to discourage you from writing. I just really like critiquing people and I have literally nothing to do that I can do right now, and I like talking in writing and there’s no one to talk to and the Comments section is an open invitation to talk about the post. So yeah it was pretty good.
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ummhh……thanks
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I am tempted to send this to Boris Johnson and ask for his thoughts!
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’tis only fitting – I sent the original to Obama and a late copy to Trump
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Terrible to reach an age of enlightenment when we realize that all men are clay and too many are mixed with dung.
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Pogo tried to tell us, long ago
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“Shattered optimist” describes my view of American politics–I wake everyday hoping I just dreamed the latest white house king…
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I have no use for any of them
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Call me Ishmael
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“…and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.”
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I can feel the slobbering sleaze . . .
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as Chester A Riley used to say, “What a revoltin’ development this is!”
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Brilliant
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many thanks
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