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Addiction's Curse

ballade (not a ballad) This prince we see down on his knees his wife beside him is no shrew, Can she believe his guarantees? He promises to say adieu to female friend he has pursued. He hopes it does not contradict but wonders just how his wife knew. Lying – the curse of addiciton. His patient wife he tries to please to her he swears what he will do. Betrayal done, he now agrees, he quits his drugs and smoking too. And then his hardest hitherto a habit which we could predict. From his bottle this man withdrew, lying – the curse of addiciton. This prince of principalities no more will cuss in navy blue, and he will mind his q’s and p’s, and he - tobacco will not chew. He’s making so much ballyhoo the neighbors see a derelict. He’ll even bathe and use shampoo. Lying – the curse of addiciton. Yo, Prince, come on, admit what's true. Promises cannot lick or shun delusion's faulty point of view - lying - the curse of addiction. written: Dec 12, 2016

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 6/19/2017 1:43:00 PM

Wow! This is stellar poetry, Reason. I will definitely try this form, Ballade. This was a sad, funny, insightful, witty ... and a thousand other adjectives, hard to describe poem. Simply great poetry in my humble estimation. As I perused your extensive catalog of poetry, I see you cover a lot of creative ground using varying poem forms. I'm a BIG, new fan of yours. Love and peace always.

Reason A. Poteet
Date: 5/28/2024 6:32:00 PM

thank you so much for your reply, Freddie. Had not read your "pleasant" reply to my piece back in 2017. We were moving from Father's Day that year to Labor Day...didn't use the poetry sites I love very much during that time.