Such a beautiful armchair,
fit for a royal,
stately,
sitting in this velvet throne,
jaw set against the world,
eyes righteous.
From this regal center
you rail against
everything that affects your realm
of small suburbia,
ever moralising
from cigarettes to popes,
drowning everyone.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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Wonderful write
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Many thanks for that.
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Can a whole poem be made by one word? What about the absence of one word? To me, this poem becomes brilliant in the last line where you say, “drowning everyone” rather than “drowning out everyone”, as I might have said. The former is so evocative. It expands, rather than contracts the meaning and significance of the guy’s behavior.
Thanks for sharing this!
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Paul thank you for sharing how this affects you, much appreciated and adds to the experience for all.
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‘Sitting in his velvet throne, with jaw set against the world’ beautiful lines ✌🏾🌸
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Many thanks OJ
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You’re welcome
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oh the armchair seer who pontificates while wasting their own life .. very well written!
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I’ve done it, such a waste, and doesn’t gain any positive end, can’t stand it when others do, the other one is the works kitchen.
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lol so sad when we waste our energy …
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Yes, you can’t get it back, so negative.
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Yup, I got the couch-based judging by the aristocrats of the society.
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Yes, I hate it, so negative and mean.
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Yes that’s true
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Good poem, packs a punch.
When one of my grandfathers would hear someone pontificating, he’d usually let them wheeze on a bit, and then would smile and declare “Thus Endeth the Lesson” — generally the soapbox speaker would get the message. Don’t think it would work nowadays, though.
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Thanks Robert, and thank you for sharing some of your experience. Probably “here ends the lecture”?
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Can’t save the world from an armchair!
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No, and sadly you just alienate everyone by it.
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So true!
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Wow! Loved it. Regards jay
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Many thanks Jay
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So true
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Sadly so
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