Modern Folly Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Modern Folly
Guests gather around the water hole. Intoxicating
drinks, elevate grandiose aspirations. Band-aids
sound a melodious song upon the right hands.
Idols, on the magic eye, spouts images of
worship. Cell-phone rings, with callings of home life.
6/11/09 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Crux / curse of modernity? Mahatma Ghandhi-ji said, ‘Go back to bullock cart age’… Was he well ahead of his time…? Ten Ms. Nivedita UK
Thanks for reminding that everything ancient is not devoid of intelligence. Further, this poem hits like a javelin.
Beautiful anticlimax you present to the 'grandiose aspirations' in your last line Joe...nice poem with wit and wisdom pumped in...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 8:34:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a lovely piece.. well penned..