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Post by carousal on Oct 15, 2009 6:00:59 GMT -5
Gathering Daisy’s
October skies over Hillcrest Rise Where hopes subside to compromise Complete surrender without protest They settle for the second best ~ Designer phones play tinkle tones Downloaded from the Rolling Bones Oh, once again its Tracy here Gabbling garbage in my ear ~ Hypnotised, mesmerised Stupor reigns in vacant eyes Dazzled floss on flat bed screens Gateway to your plastic dreams ~ Prisoners in their concrete towers Where nothing grows and nothing flowers She pours the tea and ponders when They promised a New Jerusalem ~ Measured time through trickledown years Strengthens despair, confirms our fears English fields are not part of the plan So gather the daisy’s while you can
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Oct 15, 2009 6:46:37 GMT -5
While I agree with a lot of this, Cari, overall it's a bit . . . morose to think of society this way. And yet, I now think I'll take the day off, tomorrow, and gather some daisies . . . and rosebuds, while I may. Point well taken, friend.
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Post by Max on Oct 20, 2009 15:40:10 GMT -5
*Roaring Applause*
I don't know if you listen to the bands Tool or A Perfect Circle, but you seem to emulate the viewpoints of the frontman of those bands. I love the social critique of what I too deem to be a plastic culture. Back in the day we were prisoners by force, now we are subservient sheep. I couldn't be any happier with this angry, biting tone. I agree 100%, exalt my friend.
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Post by NewMan™ on Oct 23, 2009 17:59:23 GMT -5
This is brilliant, the rhyme flowed so well (loved the double rhymed lines) and the message was well taken.
Society today seems to have forgotten where we came from and doesn't care much about where we are going.
yet another wonderful write by a talented writer.
~ Daniel
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