Philip T. G. Poet Couplet

Miss Exotic

Sorrow is the spawn of rich, elected meisters;
the Arms Race, the silent wars, and particle colliders,

The climb of Sputnik, the fires, and the importance of Geneva,
but the radaranges and spy planes have given us amnesia. 

The world has gone silent, despite being littered with radios,
the wordless conflict being observed from orbital telescopes.

The end of this rock is coming all too soon,
and the last tears to be shed will be shed from on the moon.

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Andrea Dietrich May 1, 2016 at 8:58 AM you are such a good writer. I hope you will visit me from time to time, to remind me to come see your work. I read all the poets who come to my poetry. I don't think i have had the pleasure of reading your works before. I just now glimpsed at several of your poems and I want to add you to my favorite poets list! This particular poem is short and meaningful, just how I like 'em! Philip T. G. May 2, 2016 at 8:55 AM Awesome! I'll drop by and check out some of your work. And thank you for adding me :) I don't think I'm on anyone's lists, but then again I don't know how to see :D I really appreciate it ~Phil