The Party And Its Overlooked Goddess Of Beauty Poem by Michael Fischer

The party has its share of characters;
The jocks, the preps, the rockers,
the cheerleaders, and the virtues.
Among the virtues is the goddess.

The goddess stands there gracefully,
in her white track jacket,
her faded blue denim skirt,
and her white calf-length tube socks.
She waits for her Romeo to
take her in his embracing arms
and love her. But at the party,
everyone simply looks to make love.

But she sits there gracefully,
with her hands on her bronze thighs.
Her henna eyes survey the room
as she weaves her supple fingers
through her long sable hair.
But with each passing rejection,
she shrinks...getting smaller and smaller,
till she’s smaller than the chair’s plain.

If only she knew that I was
her long awaited Romeo;
She wouldn’t be reduced to the size
of a doll on an wooden island.
If only she knew that I was
her long awaited Romeo;
I’d embrace her in my arms
and love her...like she should be loved!