This Poem was Submitted By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2009-01-18 00:54:03 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Ode To Illusions

for so long I was angry with my lot and I didn't know what I had forgot I was a child riding a bike a long while I was a man who didn't know how to smile I tried and tried and tried and tried I raged and felt so very caged by what was inside outside without what seemed like any chance at an end I lay, listed, liked, disliked, biked and spiked I lied. I Lied. I did everything to avoid the lie I could not see and I could not stop my rage I hungered with thirst and placed an ad to pretend to be a whole man all along I knew I can all along I prayed my fears would be allayed all the pain I caused now gives me considerable pause a rubicon crossed now I can smile at such a loss and apologize across the time and age all I have is what is on this page and my illusions helped now that I am free of them I see you now out from these symbols and tell you that it's not an if, but a when when you will come back to your Self again I incline my head to you, my friend Welcome

Copyright © January 2009 Regis L Chapman

Additional Notes:
Thanks, the poem says enough.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2009-01-24 21:37:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Helo Regis, A poem that is robust in expression. I can feel the spikes, the pinches, the searing surge to search for one's true self and find an IDENTITY one can truly call hos own. And because this poem is so emotionally pure and true to the feelings it conveys without any decorative attempts, I'm not sure if you would consider, adding more subtlety to the rhyme to keep some of them from coming across as forced - lot/forgot - while/smile - Thanks for the welcome to this journey of discovery.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2009-01-20 18:02:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Regis, I sense a dramatic shift in the poem, appropriately after the rubicon is crossed. Their is clearly a Whitmanian illumination, an expansion of consciousness reminding me of "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry." But this expansion is not through time, but geography. Omnipresence to go with immortality. Neat. I still think you have to work on form, but I won't repeat my old sermon. I like what you're doing at the end of this poem, almost surrounding the poem with your soul, and yet "all I have is what is on this page." That may be what it comes down to after all. Which is why poetry is not child's play . . . unless you want to die in a sandbox. MSS
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