Crisis Poem by Cretan Maineiac
Crisis
Crisis nags like a baying hound
at those who wear it as a crown
who drink its sorrow long and deep
and spit up wisdom on the cheap
forming mountains from every spill
girded by misery broker's pills
the very presence of such pills
behooves adherence to such ills
and tax incentives for reported abuse
afford the weak a pat excuse,
as holding fast the victim role
enforces pleas to salt the dole.
The anatomy of crisis forms
from birth 'till feed for hungry worms
we watch, listen, recite, 'oh, well...'
descend by bounds through Dante's hell
while some persist to keep it 'round
peddling Souls for a day's renown.
You have a wonderful way with words...they flow so smoothly, almost effortlessly... Nicely done! Hugs, dee
And, as I have often noticed, those who move from crisis to crisis - live by that old adage, MISERY LOVES COMPANY, as well. Not only do they love a good crisis, but we have to hear about it, over...and over!
interesting one that tells the truth, well penned, i like it, thanks for sharing
Dear Cretan Maineiac, your poems are well-written and very good love wilfred john
Dear Cretan Maineiac, your poems are well-written and very good love wilfred john
Great, highly interesting poem. Love the use of words. -Kylie M. Lynch
A clever serve at those drama queens and key hole peepers who keep newspaper proprietors in work and celebrities in the public eye. Your last couplet takes the poem to another level altogether. Excellent piece. Effortlessly worded. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2024 10:09:35 PM # 1.0.0
Good poem! I liked the ending the most. It made the poem memorable. Short and sweet and very effective! You earned a ten on this one! -Michael