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Allen Good Poem
Glasses thick, bottle style
in classes social and other,
condemn the wearer young and sweet;
jailed not of her own choosing,
but for her birth place in societal realms.
Though she strives-tries-cries,
never is heard her lonely wail,
even through words well placed
in offices of the high and mighty
student council and miss jr high’s court of fools.
They see clearly her place
as they ostracize willingly her tender youth
and without thought of tomorrow’s sorrow
condemn her to the land of undesired carnage,
where she is devoured by teenage wolves.
She pleads, she screams her needs,
critical acceptance worlds away,
wanting only a friend sharing her cares,
getting only stares from foolish jesters
ignorant of love’s meaning true.
Asking why?? she is met: Blindsided
by a sinister thesis on teen angst
as unchanged as Newton's third law,
proven timeless through the awful reality
of the junior high drama.
Copyright © Allen Good | Year Posted 2006
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Allen Good Poem
I think of you often
Painfully
Except in my dreams.
Where time stands
Unmoving
And We Are and ever will Be.
And none other is there
Waiting
For Us to come home.
And my life is
Traveling
Down another path in another world
Where we are as One
Loving
Each other in purity
Like the light of the Sun
Glowing
In the face of your presence.
And knowing that you are
Wanting
Me the way I want you.
Passionate spirits whose
Meaning
Is only complete in the other’s presence.
And then I awaken in your warmth,
Smiling
Then see it's not you.
Painfully.
Copyright © Allen Good | Year Posted 2008
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