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In Sight...
The doors open and I walk through
Alice in Wonderland and Christmas Village
Warmly dressed people come into view
Furs and boots, vikings out to pillage
Intent on their mission, present religion
They give themselves away, secret identities
Convinced they are hiding in plain sight
Cargo jackets and pants to their knees
I know who they are and that's not right
Good boys and girls, Mother's pearls
Rebels in their mind, look at me!
I'm someone you want to know
Fighting the system, to be free
Down my own path, I must go
Lost in the trees, with pants to my knees
Same old, same old, we're all the same
Not me, we say, I'm not like you
I'm wild and free, not so tame
I don't even like the things you do
Reflections and objections
Window shopping in the mirror
Do you see what I see?
All I see, is deep, dark fear
That really can't be me
Comments
scribbler
Wed, 2015-12-02 21:53
Hi Gee
I'm not sure I've ever suggested somebody change a title but I'm suggesting it now. The title you have used doesn't do the poem justice..............stan
Geezer
Thu, 2015-12-03 18:45
I didn't have a better one...
but I will think on it. Do you have a better one? ~ Gee
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Geezer
Sun, 2015-12-06 17:48
This poem was inspired by a
This poem was inspired by a comment from my poet friend, Esker and the title change by another friend and fellow poet Scribbler Stan; who said that it needed something better. Hope you like it Stan.~ Gee
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Seren
Fri, 2016-02-19 14:58
Dearest Bro
Love this one hon !! Nothing else I can say you've already done all the work
Awesome work, god you've come a long way !!
Love and higgliest bugs Sis xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Geezer
Fri, 2016-02-19 15:53
This was...
written after going to the mall at Christmas time! I saw all these people that I know. Some of them youngsters acting in a manner that their parents would never tolerate! I know that if their parents were to see how they were acting, they would be chastised. Pushing through the crowds, cursing out the elderly that got in their way, spitting into the fountain and throwing food at each other in the food-court! But... there are some that the parents would make excuses for. That's why they do what they do, no matter what, they're just klids! Bah, Humbug! ~ Thanks much, Love and higgest bugs, ~ Gee
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Gracy
Sat, 2020-09-26 17:28
Hi Geez, I've been reading
Hi Geez, I've been reading your poem and if you don't mind, I'd rather critique some other poem, maybe a newcomer's. For yours, I'd only have words of admiration, I have no nits at all. Others have already said everything that I would say.
Perhaps you've not noticed, but I always make at least one comment on a newcomer's poem along with some old friend's. I notice that a lot of newbies get few comments. So, if you don't mind, could you choose a poem that one can feel helpful critiquing it?
No offence meant, just admiration, all the best, Gracy
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Geezer
Sat, 2020-09-26 22:09
Not a problem Gracy...
How about, "There" by Bookdragon 6? A newcomer with some potential. ~ Geez.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.
Gracy
Mon, 2020-09-28 16:47
OK, I believe I already
OK, I believe I already commented on his poem. I'll take another look. Tx a lot.
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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury