William Jackson

Rookie (San Antonio, Texas)

A Bad Poem For The Ages - Poem by William Jackson

I thought I’d write a bad poem, one for the ages, signifying nothing.
Pavement suffocates the living earth just as bad poetry fills volumes.
Still, oblivious to the land’s rape, the masses enjoy sentimental blathering,
And all is well since professional wrestling rules even sports columns.

It matters little that only a select few appreciate the immortality of verse,
Or that God's world festers in the aftermath of inhumanity's touch.
Bread and circuses even now in this age soothe ignorance's curse.
To hope men feel soft earth, the wind, and grass is to expect too much.


Comments about A Bad Poem For The Ages by William Jackson

  • Juan Olivarez (8/17/2011 9:04:00 AM)

    If we all opened our eyes to what is around us, It would be a different world. (Report)Reply

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  • (6/5/2008 10:14:00 PM)

    Not a bad poem, william. (Report)Reply

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  • (5/11/2008 8:42:00 PM)

    Poetically expressive keep it up. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/20/2008 8:54:00 PM)

    a true reflective verse for all poetic venture, I enjoyed reading it. (Report)Reply

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  • Malini Kadir (3/2/2008 10:12:00 AM)

    Not really so bad as it has touched every poets deep core...around the world! Cheers! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (1/19/2008 12:46:00 PM)

    Sadly, it is to expect too much. It seems there are so few who see what we are doing to this lovely planet that is not even ours. Your poem is more lovely. M (Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoo (4/23/2007 1:58:00 PM)

    lovely poem, definitely a best william. keep the good work up. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/11/2007 12:46:00 AM)

    If you thought the poem was bad I wonder what you think is good - or at least merit-worthy? Forgiving the title William, you've produced something which is essentially timeless & the sign of a exceptional poem. Rgds, Ivan (Report)Reply

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  • (10/6/2006 3:34:00 PM)

    Wow. I really like your message, there's so much compacted into to every word, it kind of takes your breath away when you think about what you were trying to say. (Report)Reply

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  • (9/5/2006 10:52:00 PM)

    No poem is bad, when it conveys the meaning to the Reader. When words come from the heart of a writer, they become poem in turn. Well done. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/27/2006 2:41:00 AM)

    Bad and this?
    Hardly.....

    It has such intricate meanign woven into the 8 lines.
    Brilliant!

    Preets

    PS - thanks for your comments on my poems :)
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  • (6/13/2006 12:59:00 PM)

    William nice write I enjoyed this (Report)Reply

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  • (6/11/2006 12:56:00 PM)

    My old friend Menke Katz used to say that the gold is in the sunset, but so few ever know or understand this. Praise for your world class poem.

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/10/2006 1:58:00 AM)

    WILLIAM...VERY WELL CRAFTED WORK HERE...BLENDING THE ORDNARIES W/ THE ABSTRACT...KEEN IMAGERY...GOOD PEN, , ,
    '''''''''''''''FRANK
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  • (6/9/2006 5:03:00 PM)

    Excellent William! Men never touch the soft Earth, wind and grass and everybody wants to fly it seems? (Report)Reply

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  • (6/8/2006 3:38:00 AM)

    This is a wonderful poem. Sometimes the work of another causes another revelation to the reader - should we just outlaw television? I remember well the sweet evenings in Uvalde when my dear aunt would lead me by the hand, from backyard to backyard, exchanging sweet comments with the neighbors. And showing me off - she was proud that I loved her. Or is the air conditioning? Or the freeways? Anyway, this made me feel the Earth, evening breeze we hoped for, St.Augustine grass - in memory. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for being quite perceptive. Lovexx, Will (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 23, 2008


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