Cannot keep, moving forward
Prevented from, going onward
Now I’m crushed, underneath
So heavy, I cannot breathe
These people, just don’t care
About the wealth, I have to share
Don’t want it, all for myself
They don’t feel, how I felt
I hold it up, for all to see
Now they only, laugh at me
Shake their dust, from my clothes
Reaped the rocks, no seeds to sow
Is it their fault, is it their greed
Thought it was them, but it is just me
Secret is, there is no secret
I slept in my bed, and now I must make it
Mocking birds, avoid detection
Mocking me, mocking reflection
–bryan j bailey
Brilliant!
It is like an unveling in a sense. It also feels like it could be MC’ed very brilliantly in a Rap song.
clever poem!
i slept in my bed and now i must make it…nice line…great poem!
wonderful write… loved the template of your blog
Happy Thursday!
Bitter and clever– a dangerous mix! Nicely done!
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this sounds a lot like a song…
well done!
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hugs
shakira
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I honor you the three awards from my post, please feel free to share with your other poetry friends…
have fun!
thank you for the support.
cheers!
Thank you, but did you catch the secret to this?
Thank you, I was thinking a bit backwards with that line.
Was it difficult to figure out navigation?
Happy Thursday, this was fun. Can’t wait til next week.
There is a lot more to this poem than the conventional, there is a secret hidden inside.
too bad i sing like a toad!
Thank you so much! How do you keep track of all the voting? I made my three nominations on thier respective sites, but how do YOU count them up?
-bryan
Shake their dust, from my clothes
Reaped the rocks, no seeds to sow…secret is there is no secret – excellent. There is a lot of responsibility in living, it’s a matter of living up to it.
I agree. Moral and ethical responibility seems to have taken the backseat these days, hopefully not for long.
This is great. I love the theme the poem followed. A message to behold. Beautiful blog you’ve got here…cheers!!!
the true secret to this poem is yet to be revealed, who will be the first to unlock it’s secret?
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/09/sunday-special-awards-for-remarkable-memes-and-participants/
Meme participation awards,
Sorry for being late.
It takes me days to have everyone notified!
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Ok! So now that the Thursday Rally is over for last week, I will reveal the true secret to “Mocking Reflections”.
Inside of this poem is not ONE, but actually THREE poems!
If you draw a line, and put all the words on the left of the commas on one side, and all of the words on the right side on the other, they form individual poems going vertically downwards. And, these were crafted to be “Mocking Reflections” of each other, which is the true meaning of the title….
-bryan
what a brilliant poem!!!! im here from Jingle’s…
Nice to meet you from Jingle’s.
Congratulations on your Perfect Poet award, you deserve it!
-bryan
Nice stuff!
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Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales
Hi Bryan,
Your title is VERY clever, as well as the poem. I adore the last two lines. Good to meet you!
Nice to meet you as well m’Lady! Well met
-bryan