Treasure Island

Janice M Pickett

(Middlesex England)

A Rhyming place


I’ve been thinking about a rhyming place I know
Where talent and poetry should flourish
But with sadness from the words that show
Most talent of this kind is not encouraged

For rage and pathetic rudeness
Have become the way of sharing
Out the window has gone words of kindness
No hearts that brim with caring.

No-one knows his fellow man
But each should dig deep inside
to try and be the type of person
who lives outside of pride.

What do they gain from fighting
What does it really do
But turn each one into an enemy
And limit the friends they knew.

I want to say to those sensitive souls
The ones who have joined the fight
Stand back for a moment and
See the futility of it all
Then withdraw
so you can sleep at night.

Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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  • James B. Earley (4/8/2009 11:35:00 AM)

    I appreciate the written word, valuing the thought process of each creation. We all have a story to tell. So.....with abiding humility....I look to the essence of the message, toward the soul....of its writer! Excellent composition. (Report) Reply

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