This one is an entropy ladened romp through history, as well as, the individuals present day life span. My hope is to not repeat infamous blunders of my ansestors and myself.
We were standing at the great world navel
And no one asked us why.
We thought they would.
It was the great world navel.
And we noticed it to be an outtie.
So we poked at it with a pointed stick
and when it burst we thought we were dead,
but much to our surprise, we had already died
and this was our last fit of wasted glory.
When would come our great sleep?
And we thought we had been men;
Men with muscles.
This we found would be
One of our biggest mistakes.
In the middle...
The days turned into the past.
One sun/one moon rose and fell;
this tumbling became known as time,
the self important one.
We set our clocks by it.
But time was a ticking time bomb
with hands pointing right at us.
So, we dared to point right back.
This was not such a great idea.
Damn pre-Madonna.
As things turned out,
from that day forth,
time decided not to be on any ones side.
And this we found would be
one of our biggest mistakes.
In the end...
We rode off into the night
and no one watched us leave.
There were no fanfares, no fare-thee-wells, no palm leaves.
We were glad to go.
We left nothing behind except for that one suitcase
with our toothpaste, our change of underwear,
one set of binoculars, and all the cash we had in the world.
And this, we would find, would be one of our biggest Mistakes.
Poetry by Terry Gresham
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 00:35
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Bridge Burning
In the beginning...We were standing at the great world navel
And no one asked us why.
We thought they would.
It was the great world navel.
And we noticed it to be an outtie.
So we poked at it with a pointed stick
and when it burst we thought we were dead,
but much to our surprise, we had already died
and this was our last fit of wasted glory.
When would come our great sleep?
And we thought we had been men;
Men with muscles.
This we found would be
One of our biggest mistakes.
In the middle...
The days turned into the past.
One sun/one moon rose and fell;
this tumbling became known as time,
the self important one.
We set our clocks by it.
But time was a ticking time bomb
with hands pointing right at us.
So, we dared to point right back.
This was not such a great idea.
Damn pre-Madonna.
As things turned out,
from that day forth,
time decided not to be on any ones side.
And this we found would be
one of our biggest mistakes.
In the end...
We rode off into the night
and no one watched us leave.
There were no fanfares, no fare-thee-wells, no palm leaves.
We were glad to go.
We left nothing behind except for that one suitcase
with our toothpaste, our change of underwear,
one set of binoculars, and all the cash we had in the world.
And this, we would find, would be one of our biggest Mistakes.
Poetry by Terry Gresham
Read 773 times
Written on 2007-03-24 at 00:35
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