Tony Miller

Looking Glass

There is no good reason to let anger grow.
The ones who are empty will remain
That way, lost in their own foggy lives,
As if the thick white cumulous is a
Gorgeous suit to dwell in. They live as poets,
Yet think as philistines on the wrong road,
hopelessly drunk with all that they lack,
Led by eyes as blind as grim stone,
In the night darker than the worst human fears.
So what does one do but watch and let the eyes
Come clean; let pupils reveal their dim-witted truths.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 6, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, August 6, 2009

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Comments about Looking Glass by Tony Miller

  • Laughing@ YouLaughing@ You (12/24/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    Nice contained anger...which makes the poem strong and intense. As Lamont P. loves to say, there is a nice beat of musicality in this poem. I like it.

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  • Linda WinchellLinda Winchell (11/27/2009 12:59:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this poem Tony. I would give you a ten but you don't really seem now to deserve it. I am NOT the enemy of your soul Tony, you are doing a good job of that on your own. ANGER? you seem to have enough for all of us. Maybe you need to ask God to forgive you? Just a suggestion from someone you've called a whore. God Bless

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  • Theodora Onken (10/9/2009 4:35:00 PM)

    Hey, love the way you write. Do not know who is giving you the low scores because you deserve only high ones!
    Blessings,
    Theo

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  • Brook Foss (9/23/2009 8:25:00 PM)

    I too, find the comment below equally as hard to believe
    This is a fine write

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