That Familiar Monster

With jaundiced eye, some aspire,
To give you what they need.
When in fact it's just an act,
To covet their own greed.

A need to be applauded,
Negates the eyes of green.
Why resent anothers talent?
Lest its beauty remain unseen.

The tallest poppy in the field
Dips its petals in the wind.
It's just not right, to act in spite,
Othello, Iago.... recind!

Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-02-01 at 07:25

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melanie sue
Hey there lady. As true to form, you have created another awsome poem with words that ring so true. I recently experienced some of this ignorance and spiteful acts of pride by another poet here, dear. Can you believe it? Fortunately, I know who I am and they don't , so it doesn't bother me. One thing I do know, though, you write great poems where your messages are expressed well with clarity and there are no "guessing games". Your poems are constructed with words pleasant to the ears.