A Force to be Reckoned with

by Timothy   Jun 20, 2013


Listen now, Boy,
I must not be ignored.
To ignore me is to slight all natures
in life's despite. To strike me is to
strike three matches in it's displace.
To touch me is to find that pain is nothing
but the air that you sulk in. To carry me is
to love me and to love me is to slight all ignorance.
Oh? Call the Heaven's if this joke is too wild
and interest the lasses that speak with
loud voices and hearty yodels; yes, on high chairs with beige cloth they stare at mine achievement, vocals pressed over a crying sermon entitled 'how did He fool us?'

To speak with a yodel is far from my riches
and grandeur, godspeed, is as towel washes dishes.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    This is such a strong poem. I had to reread it a few times to really grasp what was going on! I love it

  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Not only is this interesting but it also holds something deep which the writer feels and for the reader to deeply think about..an excellent write.

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Timothy, How I wish I could write a comment saying how much I understood the poem. Sadly, I can't, but I feel the emotion coming from the poem and even when I don't make sense of what I am reading, I still enjoy it because there is something that just pops out and says: "read me again, you won't get tired of reading me" ... and that's the voice this poem has, it's a strong piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by yogi73

    This is high poetry, my friend!! masterful and sophisticated. well played sir, well played.

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