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The Apprentice
Contributed by
softerware
on
Thursday, 22nd December 2016 @ 09:25:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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On his wall hung hope and joy;
mounted like a duck decoy!
Among the trophys in his den;
Collected living specimens;
of unused joys no longer free;
Love, and virtue, empathy.
Taken from the souls of men;
Who had long abandoned them;
In pursuit of wealth and fame;
left unopened they became;
Fodder for his rare collection;
Salvaged without mans detection.
A junkyard of unused emotions;
Trust and faith and deep devotions.
Trapped in cases on display;
Like butterflies in time delayed.
As his apprentice he chose me;
To carry on his legacy.
The world was growing dark and chaste;
For he had stripped it in his haste;
Of all the mortal dreams of man;
He sold them now like contraban!
For a price hed custom blend;
All emotions that would mend;
Any motivation feigned;
Assured success to your campaign!
Joy mixed with Anticipation?
optimism and elation!
Trust and Fear would yield submission;
A pinch of Sadness for Contrition.
Awe and Fear would bring Surprize;
Sadness made it crystalize;
By boiling off the Hope and Trust;
It thickened into black Disgust!
Suspense and Shock, he often said;
A Pinch of Panic soaked in Dread;
Could conjure up such bodily harm;
Would stop men dead with sheer alarm!
Alas I overcooked dispair;
Insult, shame, rejection, there
Was too much pity and neglect;
Too late to add hope and respect;
It bubbled over thick and dense;
Dread and terror so intense;
It flashed into a deadly sin!
Wrath boiled up from deep within;
It climbed the walls and crossed the ceiling
Consuming every joyful feeling!
I ran to get the master cook;
He knew at once my fearful look!
Still it spread from room to room;
Leaving each a blackened tomb;
Nothing stopped its deadly quell;
Onward marched this unleashed hell;
Ore the grounds and toward the street;
Felling all who sought retreat!
Til it came upon a child;
Innocent and undefiled;
The strength of love thus undisguised;
Beheld within these liquid eyes;
Brought defeat by tender rapture;
Only purest love could capture.
Did we have a happy ending?
Did man find a path to mending?
Who am I to summarize;
What you can see with your own eyes!
All I offer is a fable;
Parting thoughts set on your table;
Mankinds gift to life is reasoning;
And he alone controls the seasoning!
Copyright ©
softerware
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2016-12-22 21:25:19]
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Re: The Apprentice
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 24th December 2016 @ 02:55:50 AM AEST
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// Mankind’s gift to life is reasoning;
And he alone controls the seasoning! //
True that!!!
Another impressive poem from the ever impressive software!!!
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Re: The Apprentice
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 24th December 2016 @ 02:57:34 AM AEST
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| Rhyming effortlessly along. No force rhyme, no fillers! |
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Re: The Apprentice
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 25th December 2016 @ 08:40:08 AM AEST
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Most readers here seeing a poem of this length get lazy and bail quickly. That is a shame because after reading the first three stanzas how could you put it down. I always say those that put fort the extra effort are rewarded. Well I was rewarded for hanging in on this one.
As Tim noted the flow and rhyming was spectacular and this was indeed a work of art. If you can speed read a poem as complicated as this with ease it tells you the author is a master. In all of my literary disgrace I bow to you in awe...
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Re: The Apprentice
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 26th December 2016 @ 12:40:52 AM AEST
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I did not attend the Wharton School of business,
Nor, do I say that often almost within every statement about myself
The best do not remind us where they studied
They do not say I went to MIT though some might be
true at heart Engineers wearing Tim The Beaver sweatshirts to every game pulling their hair out every
time the Engineers lose yet another game
we get what we got and we move on for the same
reason we strive, and it is not for any brand
and it is never too late as long as we can
be honest with our own self
And it is not because it is easy and it is not
because it is not easy
It is because of something entirely different
than any of this
mere greed for greed sake is taciturn
they say, word to the wise, better to be
tight lipped
it seems I never read any of their
poems and cared less for any of their
tweets.
LOL, I like this and I am glad someone took
the time to write it SW - it is not brittle
or mean
it is like a sore throat lozenge
that goes down well once you encounter
a crazy orange mange.
Peace!
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Re: The Apprentice
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by hauntedscorp on
Saturday, 31st December 2016 @ 10:42:47 AM AEST
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While you are no sir, I cannot help but quote Charles Dickens after reading this...
//Please, sir, I want some more//. Well done, Jaye!
~Scorp |
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