A Poem by reggie1969


Author: reggie1969
Created: December 31, 2017 at 05:40 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Humor | Philosophy | Psychology
Upload Stats: 4.33 Stars by 3 users with 3 comments and 145 views

12  

It has been months or perhaps years since I tickled your mind


Guess who back and expressing himself in the form of a rhyme


Well I saw God, I met Satan, I even wallowed in hell


In resentfulness I served my miserable time in my own private jail


 


I have no friends to speak of and no enemies to hate


The only thing left is what the man among men call faith


Clear your mind, open your hearts as I force you to think


Search as one, we seek commonalities and seek out that missing link


 


One case in point is the title of this work you love


Why call it 12, why does it suit like a hand and glove


Oh yes years have passed but I have not loss my wits


But to understand this title it will cause you to have fits


 


Four times four is sixteen and that’s all that saying my friend


Until the next time we meet let’s just call this the end



© reggie1969 - all rights reserved

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Comments & Reviews ( X 3)



chrome
January 10, 2018
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GREAT!!!
It's short yet meaningful.


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kitty
January 05, 2018
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Profound ..
... little piece, bringing to us some of the realities of life. Thank you for sharing.
applaudapplaudapplaud


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EdwinBozie
December 31, 2017
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An interesting poem
This is an interesting poem, the first stanza seems to speak of a time of suffering. The second stanza focuses on relationships and has a hopeful tone in spite of the persona's solitude in that in spite of his/her solitude, he has his faith to depend on. Does the title have anything to do with a 'foundation'? Just wondering. You seem to make an interesting play on numbers at the very end. All in all, an enjoyable poem, thanks for sharing.


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