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the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!


where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought 
he dreamt aloud, awake 
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion 
what realities he should have, could have sought 
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever 


cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes

the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl 
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,


these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung 
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped


I must write and express and show this amazing grace
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw 
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare 
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name 
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else

wait...the poet whimpered

tho' fate 
would not,
could not,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 3/19/2016 7:51:00 PM
Intrigued me from the start. Amazing write! Xx
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Date: 8/4/2014 12:45:00 AM
This is great :) It really drew me in and caught me up. . . Wait. . . I understand that call of wait.
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Date: 8/4/2014 3:00:00 AM
WAIT!!!...ha jaysmOOve, yir greatness won't, can't WAIT! THX!
Date: 7/29/2014 6:23:00 PM
Hey, I noticed this one in a contest... Congrats, with the free verse win..PD
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Date: 7/27/2014 7:25:00 PM
We all feel the fates upon us. This tells an intriguing tale of the fate of one poet very artfully. Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
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Date: 7/23/2014 8:02:00 AM
Congratulations to you for your great win. I enjoyed reading this awesome piece. Warmest regards!
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Date: 7/21/2014 10:11:00 AM
Congratulations on this win. It takes the breath away. An absolutely amazing piece.
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Date: 7/21/2014 1:26:00 AM
Awesome write JS,, congrats on huge win!
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Date: 7/20/2014 12:44:00 PM
I sense a tinge of poetry as catharsis in this poem. Each drop of ink a metaphoric drop of blood. Congrats on your placement in the contest.
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Date: 7/20/2014 1:19:00 AM
visceral yet grounded in a solid way, JS.. best of congrats and huggs
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Date: 7/20/2014 3:40:00 AM
wow. 3 comments on the same poem.
Date: 7/19/2014 9:38:00 PM
hey this is the one you told me I inspired you to do, right?? I sure hope so, it did DANG WELL in the contest. Congrats. It is a really interesting one to read.
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Date: 7/19/2014 9:52:00 PM
this is not the one you inspired me to write. That was the one titled: "When No One Reads"...
Date: 7/19/2014 6:03:00 PM
this is a unique and quirky piece but a little sad at the same time; very creatively written, with such fun rhyme as "spring sprung" and "flings flung"; I liked the headlong rush of it all - congrats on your win in my contest! :)
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Date: 7/19/2014 5:42:00 PM
Well done JS... Enjoyed... Congrats! on your win in the contest. Verlena
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Date: 7/19/2014 4:30:00 PM
Way to go ....Congrats..Sara
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Date: 7/15/2014 7:56:00 AM
Ow this poem is powerful,somehow sad yet so very true.It gives me goose bumps.This reminds me of when I am abroad on.a holiday,Whilst drivinh,I take lots of pictures ,but whilst taking those pictures ,I am missing the moment.The same with poetry,I write about the most beautiful things,some of which I was blessed with,but others live only in my imagination.This is going to my fvs ,and btw Happy belated Easter : )..Tnks for the read on my Easter poem.
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Date: 8/4/2014 3:06:00 AM
your comment here gives me goose bumps! WOW > SO MUCH GRATITUDE, this is why I write!
Date: 7/9/2014 11:04:00 PM
Fate is a harsh master. Good thing you got this poem out to the public to view! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
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Date: 7/8/2014 8:05:00 PM
Poetry and inspiration waits for no one, but we must stop writing at some point, to wonder what we have missed by spending all of our time with pen and paper. I think every poet can relate to this in some way. An awesome write! I enjoyed it so much!
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Date: 7/3/2014 8:22:00 PM
JSL, you are such a talented writer. This piece was deep and clearly told. I enjoy the depth of reality and creative drive in it. Thanks for the share friend. Just awesome!! Jess :)
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Date: 7/2/2014 10:35:00 PM
WOW, you blew my mind. Incredible, and creative. I'm impressed by the style. I once never met the stars. The stars were ages to my eyes, That's what I felt when reading your poem. Your words, took me away to a place, only my pen knows, a place I failed, not like thee above. How could one push their fate, and not see ---------only to impress me more. The alliteration, on this poem's wonderful. I'm telling you, I know exactly how the PoEt felt :(.... Love this, another fav... Linda
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Date: 7/1/2014 12:45:00 PM
smashing,JS.. you took me there, yes!.. huggs
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Date: 6/30/2014 10:17:00 AM
Wow...this was really powerful and wonderfully presented...terrific writing
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Date: 6/28/2014 12:12:00 PM
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Date: 6/28/2014 7:34:00 AM
- JSLambert, so unique,touching and beautiful - Thanks for the nice visit on my poem. - Have a great weekend! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 6/27/2014 5:08:00 PM
ohhh, some beautiful images fly when we forget to note them.. I find this to be a well-written, enticing piece, JS.. huggs
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JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
Date: 6/28/2014 12:59:00 AM
and the poet tragically could not let go or even let up for one second in this tragic poem. If only the poet could have eased up and actually lived a little, his life perhaps would have been filled with light and love, Devastatingly he died lonely delusional and unfulfilled. I lost it writing this piece. Broke down like a baby.
Date: 6/27/2014 4:25:00 AM
Cute one..We better get writing before fate strikes us out..Enjoyed reading this one today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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Date: 6/27/2014 3:55:00 AM
I'm with Andrea on this one. What an ending, indeed. Kept reading to find out what would happen? Would he learn to live? Very fine write.
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Date: 6/28/2014 1:02:00 AM
thank you for reading AND commenting. I am finding some who've taken this for a happy poem. This was not the case from my pen.