Sunday, December 8, 2013

Prison ship to nowhere



                          

                               Venus

Shall I reveal from under my cloak

What we shall become as we take

This wild ride to our destruction?

Contrary Venus meekly sits in wait

As this Earth so smug and proud

Is in pursuit of twin-ship with Mars

Stupid man so wise counts cash

His beloved paramour swirls her skirt

With cruel unconcern and they care not

To look through the future’s lens

Whilst hoarding useless trinkets

And goods to sell whilst building

Unwittingly a prison ship to nowhere

 

Image from www.planetsforkids.org 

16 comments:

  1. very nice I really like those last two lines.

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  2. That last line sounds like a nail in the coffin.

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  3. Often we know not what we do....

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  4. Love the metaphor with planets....we're missing the points - prison ship in nowhere - one line poem by itself...

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  5. Profoundly at variance with your usual, and very good indeed. I too like your last line.

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  6. That first bit didn't read right - your usual is good too!

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  7. Whenever I enter the shopping centre in Weston Super Mare (which god knows is depressing in itself they play 'Road To Nowhere' (Talking Heads) )..you have penned a far weightier and wiser version..although trinkets..hmm..can be fun and they do sparkle near heat..

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  8. Not at all like your usual. We do seem to spend a lifetime mostly oblivious to what is truly important.

    Elizabeth

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  9. The last line .... wow ... that struck hard !!!

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  10. I'm afraid that many are on a prison ship to nowhere...unwittingly...

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  11. 'Tis fate, I'm sure. You're fated to be a great poet!

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  12. Old Egg, I was just talking to a friend today about the trips to Mars, and I wonder why? Who wants to do? This poem brought that subject to mind profoundly.

    Pamela

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  13. Strong piece, OE. I love the imagery, and your subject. a prison ship to nowhere. I agree.

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