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    dots Submission Name: The Fallen Fencedots

    Author: Glen Bowman
    ASL Info:    70 m Oz
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    Words: 144
    Class/Type: Poetry/
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       Making poems about growing old .... they seem to run to either an arrogant rant or else a bathetic ditty.

    These two poems are rip-offs from David Rowbotham's short poem "Three Horses" which I would show you except that I don't have the text here and my memory is 10,000 years old because I have been reading for about 65 years ... I can remember reading about Agincourt (a medieval battle) but not what I was doing any time in the year when I read it! It was the year they crowned the Queen of Britain but I don't know how I know that. Maybe this sort of thing is why poems about being old sound a bit different from poems about being a teenager or middle-aged? But all of those authors think they just grew up ...

    Sometimes the later version turns one of those into the other!

    Maybe a comment on old age which would be deeper than these rhymes is simply that I can't decide whether I like it or not. Don't get me wrong: that's how I felt about all the earlier phases of my life too.

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    dotsThe Fallen Fencedots

    Big old horse
    by a fallen fence,
    myself stands
    in its own sense

    and shall go farther,
    but not as this used
    wondering animal
    standing, stilled

    of its way from whence
    on mighty legs
    it came to look quietly
    by the fallen fence.

    Mighty Legs (an earlier version of the above)

    Come a long way,
    used all of my strength,
    what should I say
    of the way and its length?

    To me, what mattered
    was at the end
    where I stand now
    with my heart to mend.

    All I desired
    and came to win
    isn't a cure
    for the state I'm in,

    And all I held
    to be the best
    has buggered me up,
    so I need a rest.

    Then I'll go through
    this opened door
    another long way
    and find out more.

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      While we're standing there by the fallen fence let us not become to engrossed by the nature of social contiguity, or as opposed to appearance its possible pulchritude, or we will wind up all buggered up by the 'get on the stick' factor. Humping our lives away like there's no tomorrow. No, we all need some me time with which to divine our path. Find some personal sanctity and comfort as we stroll through the open door of mentalities prospectus.

    | Posted on 2014-07-03 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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