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A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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I do not like what I see ….. looking for hope! :-)

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Overview



Ascending this misty aesthetic mountain

Was not an unproblematic undertaking

It sapped both my potency and stamina

From sheer faced sharp stony inclines

To overhang covered wet mossy wraps


With struggling shortness of tight breath

My fingers scarred in bloodstained gloves

I reached the apex of my final destination

Where respite was very wearily welcomed

Before turning my attention to observations


Atop our world a vista laid around me

The compass points were illuminated bare

With open eyes I scanned all of the nations

Searching in every corner for life’s veracity

But finding only soul scarcity compassion


The ongoing plight of pointless conflicts

Unnecessary starvation from lack of care

Inequality plaguing both in the prosperous

And a dark world’s hidden poorest places

Where malevolence terror tyrants reside


Sorrow shed tears fill up and blur my sight

And setting sun brings me no mercy found

Finding faith flagging at human mindlessness

At least the night brings relief from anguish

As shadows hide sad suffering observed


And yet as I look around into the darkness

Beacon point shining candles can be seen

Each representing those willing to challenge

All global wrongs I’ve witnessed here today

Thus my descend takes hope within my heart


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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Brilliant Phil. As we stand atop the mountain, whether physical or philosophical, those who understand can see the world for what it is. And in the midst of chaos, that spark of goodness still exists. It can be difficult to find in the cacophony, but it is there.
Keep searching my friend.
A good write.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This brings thought and direction to a fine point. Sometimes the desperation of hopelessness is enough to spur the heart in a direction that is more universal. If this has to happen one heart at a time, then so be it. Really good poem, loved it!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

we need more of those candles...brilliant allegory here...
from the mountain we see things that are needed but also a view of all that is not good...and needs to be changed.
a lonely mountain it is.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely brilliant. Thank you for sharing this. Those alliterations...I read this silently to myself then aloud alone. I could hear intensity increasing in my voice as I approached the apex of the poem itself. I felt your words echo in my mind.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Amy
I like your poem and the symbolism that you used. It holds grave meaning about the world, which is what I liked most about your poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a very deep write to come from so high a precipice. But even as we walk and stumble in darkness let us rejoice in the coming dawn as the birds and find our way in the light. Bless you my friend. This was an outstanding write and one of my personal favorites from you. Bravo.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliant Phil. As we stand atop the mountain, whether physical or philosophical, those who understand can see the world for what it is. And in the midst of chaos, that spark of goodness still exists. It can be difficult to find in the cacophony, but it is there.
Keep searching my friend.
A good write.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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