Yoni Dvorkis Poet Quatrain

The Desperate

The world is not my maker.
The logic it decrees.
When I can’t see the burning forest
For the flaming trees.

I long to fix its problems,
In this my desperate plea:
The rich don’t care for those who live
In crushing poverty.

I long to lose this baggage,
That hangs beneath my eyes.
It threatens to corrupt my faith
Through those whom I despise.

The world is not my oyster,
If only this I knew.
I’m just some guy who writes his poems;
There’s nothing I can do.

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Debbie Guzzi April 27, 2009 at 2:46 PM very direct clear forceful BUT you do ...do something by writing..Love ya

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 23, 2009 at 1:28 PM Youni, Perfect! (Big Smile) Lovingly, Dane

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 23, 2009 at 9:42 AM The content shows you passion. It has rythum. What it says to me is that ...the small guy gets runover and dishonest folks buy their way to the top. ..??? It's a good poem. check mail.

Debbie Guzzi April 20, 2009 at 12:42 PM Ok you want to rise above all the tumult so you have a clear view, yes, but why would "the world want to watch you fall?" almost everyone strays from "their..correct and choicen path...most people understand all to well a fall from "grace" "Because I couldn't stop." totally understandable...perhaps..like this..no no check soup mail.

Keith Bickerstaffe April 20, 2009 at 7:51 AM Brilliant my friend!! Excellent flow and rhyming, and a compelling message... Best wishes, Keith

Yoni Dvorkis April 20, 2009 at 6:15 AM Note: Last line read 'smite my family' prior to changing.

Debbie Guzzi April 20, 2009 at 6:03 AM smite your family??? fret? Light & Love