lovedly
lovedly
Aug 03, 2014

Fool’s paradise

Birth and death...
Are the verse and obverse faces of the same coin...
at times famous...
at times infamous...
at times above the clouds...
at times in the clouds...

but we all think
they live in cloud nine at times...
yet it isn't so
we all know
time burns all at some point of time
we have to bear the brunt of human minds
we live in glory, grief and agony
without anyone else knowing,

we brave the wind
the chill, the cold
we see beyond the sun
setting in the distant horizon...
another rising of a sun
somewhere across the globe...

we all love our fame
till we extinguish
in the final flame
a cauldron of the devil
none can miss it...

it's all times will...
for me, you, her or him...
we live on still
some after the games thrill

but many die,
ere the curtain does rise...
we all live in an animated...
fool’s paradise...

we live on till we live..
and that's no surmise
nor surprise,
so we all about life
sooner than later
ought to become wise...

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

alidzain

my religion teach me death is another journey to another realm, this mortal world won't last anyway.
.Just asking love,
"we live on till we live.."
is the second "live" in the verse supposed to be "leave"?
if it isn't then this verse made me confuse. Mayhaps you can explain the meaning?

Alid

lovedly

believe

stick to your religion
use ur OWN mind
I am no Messiah
but a simple unique poet

don't follow me
just take all with a PUNCH
of SALT!

I don't believe in the
INVISIBLE

weirdelf

who says it or we need redemption? Only nasty religions that say we are born evil.
How is Jesus any better than Yahweh, Allah, Buddha, Shakti and Shiva, or any of the other pantheons of superstition.
We are as good as we make ourselves and society allows us to be and remember,
Gods don't kill people,
people with gods kill people.
Religion in the form of superstition or ideological fanaticism kills more than any disease.

weirdelf

(have I ever said that about one of your poems before? [grins])
I like it a lot. Your use of poetic archaisms like "ere the curtain does rise..." still bothers me a bit but is not overdone here.
a crit:
but we all think they live in cloud 9 at times... [never uses digits unless there is a very good reason. Cloud nine]

Several of your gems in this one, adding up to a piece of nicely crafted jewellery.