Sunday, October 17, 2010

As Rome Burns Comments

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This time around the masses stroke their lyres.
Bread and circuses. Brats and quarterbacks.
Collective gaze, frozen on the arena field,
Witnesses what passes now for glory’s deeds,
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Smoky Hoss 19 October 2013

Fine humorous assertion of the human state of irony. As always, well done.

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Adeline Foster 11 September 2012

Ha-ha, chuckle, chuckle. What a lovely poem, lovely and light and just right for a running finish. Read mine - Brier Fever - Adeline

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Rachellle Meyers 27 January 2012

What an austounding poem! in such a simple form its funny in an ironic way, yet when taken in a deeper way its yet profound.

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Jerry Buckley 26 January 2012

Damn it man.... you're on a roll... Run Forest Run.

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Unwritten Soul 27 December 2011

The big impact is the feeling you left at the last words, Pass the beer, , , show you tried to not believe what was happening, as questioning the humanity declaration and meaning in our life..for me it's a deep write maybe more than we here thought, and such a nice poem to read.._Unwritten Soul

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