 So uninspired by your hurtful, hateful ways,
Talking with no tact to all you come to know.
When all we were looking for was some small praise.Sometimes you hide your remarks in a deep maze,
Knowing full well the hurtful comments still show,
So uninspired by your hurtful, hateful ways.
You had a new task to assess and appraise,
but all you did was condemn and deal a blow,
When all we were looking for was some small praise.
With the power you should have tried to amaze,
but no you only do harm, when you do – oh!
so uninspired by your hurtful, hateful ways.
With your knowledge you could have set us ablaze,
and inspired works of art. But it was no go,
When all we were looking for was some small praise.
You are a villain as you steal with malaise
our ability to learn. We are though,
So uninspired by your hurtful, hateful ways,
When all we were looking for was some small praise. |
Poem Style – Villanelle / Poem Catagory – People
Written by Lady Kathleen
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Thank you for the inspiring, “You are the villain”
Having forgotten, for oh so very long – remembering when she and I – once sang that very same song
.
Separate entities, running on the same team – remembering when she and I – once shared the very same dream
.
So I can dream
this very day
of what I’ve lost
and what I’ll pay
.
Numerically speaking, I must be correct – however, mentally speaking – my mind’s a simple wreck
.
and I will dream
of what to say
I’ll never loose
and never pay
.
I hear her screaming at me, from that other place – I thought she called my name once more – it bout kicked me in the face
.
This is the dream
and now I’ll play
still trying to escape
you’ll hear me say
.
I am once, not now, forever over her – my life is now free from the pain – and the loss of what we gain
.
This is the dream
and now I’ll play
still trying to escape
you’ll hear me say
.
© Sailor October 12, 2011 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED