The End of Poetry

The cat beneath my feet
Is someone I would never cheat, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

Grandma cooked soup
Chicken soup of course, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

North Korea has the bomb
The south are reluctant to respond, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

He reads the signs and turns his back
This load within his heavy sack, 
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

He shakes a fist to his God
In rage before he receives the nod, 
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Agustin Avatar
January 17, 2024 at 8:43 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
A  Avatar
October 17, 2013 at 8:31 PM
Avi, what would I do if poetry ended. I will not take it hahahah.... Love the depth in which you write from. such a thought pinching poem... you are awesome... love this...SKAT
Cohen  Avatar
October 17, 2013 at 8:40 PM
Skat I sit here beside my cat Beside you and my cat There's no one else So keep my ego alive!!! I am glad you enjoyed Me too, hope poetry doesn't end!! Best wishes Avi
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