Al Amin Abdul Moin Poet Rhyme

Thy Death, Poetry

Machiavelli's false theory reigns supreme,
I have no use for your marbles, 
So economize your garbles!
What use has a mannequin of a dream?

The dull green top, it spins in fuddled haste, 
True beauty's torture in its stagnant jig, 
Gulp! Don't savour the devil in the taste,
The plot's been bought and now it's time to dig.

Fare thee well and may ye always be merry
on thine voyage to your darlings, Poetry.

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Beata Agustin November 3, 2024 at 6:02 AM 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.

Michael Whatley July 15, 2016 at 2:43 AM Great enigmatic write, Al Amin. You've got an interesting written style...

Poet Destroyer A June 27, 2016 at 6:55 AM Oh my so good of a post. Linda' Al Amin Abdul Moin June 27, 2016 at 7:08 AM Thank you so much Linda. It's difficult getting exposure through poetry where I'm from. :)

Skat A June 26, 2016 at 7:00 PM Al Amin... nice end. Skat Al Amin Abdul Moin June 27, 2016 at 7:09 AM Thank you Skat for reading through all of my poems. I appreciate it very much. :)