Rejection

We as poets do get rejected a lot

 

A poets dream

 

One lone blade of grass to sway in the wind,

Torn in violent degree of remorse.

Then exposed from its darkened elements from within

This old world was never intended to be home

 

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Torn with emblems of barbed wire fences.

 

Attached within countless memories;

Along with remorse with vile taunt attached within fire face down.

A decorated aura tossed within fatal misery.

With death pangs given rise to birth pangs.

 

Within its creativity along with a lasting memory

To the potter who lost his clay

Sought after life in light of the radiance of the brilliance of a key

Although the earthly skeptic would often beg to disagree

 

To the poet who lost his way in the night

 

Just as thought would so often think to write

Can’t even think to dismiss an earthly bliss in some time well spent in thought

Rejection in the third degree

A fine young lad with the hope that she would marry thee

 

The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision

 

With words expressed in deep contempt filled with its remorse of disbelief.

Perhaps this was the same darkened path where Nero had trod?

On a painted canvas torn into rhetoric decorum

With lazy diamonds filled up with orchids in his miserable head

 

A way of Chesterton’s look on the whole concept of family life amidst its strife

 

A final homily where others lose their hope

Then arise to vainly disagree

To dream with storms in the night to fright

Following the wolf pack then to slay its final dragon

 

All to travel on Sunset Boulevard

 

A sight filled with fast cars some without wheels

 

2.

 

Rejection

 

The inner flask on one tormented soul left for road kill smashed skulls

 

Watched overhead as buzzards would ever fly

 

Which looking overhead twice killed by passing motorist to ride

Dreams can take one all the way

To kingdom come yet there is still time to change the road your on

Fashioned by stringed pearls then at last

 

Thrown onto the pavement at death’s door alone

 

Yet still marked on a blotted page

Yet still very much fully intact

Rejection can make one want to soar to heaven’s door.

Lest I shall simply implore

 

Mark the man who will rise to explore,

 

Some other way

By choice perhaps it would lead one to the exact jewel on the river Nile

Perhaps a sought given chance to ever roll the dice

With madness thoughts of filtered suicide

 

Torn up with barbed wire to hide in torn desolation inside

 

A society filled with miserable people

Thinking nothing to ever stop at the church steeple

A lone atheist haunted by darkened shadows in the night by choice to fright

Never to question the meaning of his vague existence nor that of plight

 

A challenge to be set free is all a question in time

 

Marked on a blotted page with a line

Along with drawn feathers in the wind

A given chance to perhaps begin again

Merciful one this chip off my shoulder;

 

Rejection

 

Perhaps it’s the poet’s best medicine to begin again

 

 

3.

 

Rejection

 

A critic elusive to twist their words with the utmost strict opinion

 

Just can’t live up to their perfect standard in thought

A thought by which to ponder perhaps a call up yonder

A rotten soul to harm & toss

Rejection

 

A bitter toss with another role of the dice

A devil’s taunt with Rosemary & spice

With cloven briars from a torn culture of death

Having long viscous fangs that bite in the night

 

On the haunted sorrowful quest with no place to rest

 

Eyes shattered with tombstone black

In darkened distortion with no hope to ever turn back

Attached to the vine of pain & destruction

Their god of self exalted over the king of kings

 

Rejection

 

Perhaps it’s some viable Mark Twain theme?

Never give up even when the fat lady sings

For a winner in life is just another quitter

That gets up and gives it one last try

 

 

© Mario William Vitale

12/29/11

 

Brief Bio:

Mario William Vitale has written 1,000 poems & 13 short to his poetic platform.

He resides in Wolcott, Ct.

Working as a security professional since 2000,

1 Winfield Drive,

Wolcott, Ct  06716

[email protected]

 

2038792238

Cell: 2039101185