heroic lines

*’ the poets are all lairs’

a meat poet once wrote

meaning ‘liars’

he let it be

enjoying

the typo’s

double entendre’..

 

shaking my head

i am terribly

amused by this

truth

he is so right..

over and over..

he’s right again!

 

another poet jumps

into the fray

placing himself

mid-battlefield

in a war

not his own..

by mistake?

maybe not..

jaws open

fangs bared

dripping with

contempt

he aimed

unnecessarily

missing his mark

but inviting thoughts

of what drew him

to this war

in the first place…

what then?

does he 

call on silence

to justify

a similar guilt?

maybe…

maybe not…

 

i am grateful

for the exposure

to humans

who often miss

their aim

not meaning

to show their

truest colors

and weaknesses

but painting

the perfect picture…

some are liars

sadly snarling

from

their lairs..

we humans

and our imperfections!

all of us!

called out again!

*correction courtesy of mike daily

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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