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There’s a patina of despair
and everyone is jaded,
we’ve been bitten more that twice
by those we’ve elevated,
trust has flown the coop
while ideas cower in darkness
and those with tiny minds,
glove puppets of the bankers,
all come to my house
forever empty handed,
and lately I’ve been
looking for some lustre
but it’s lacking everywhere.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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vida equilibrada é a chave do sucesso
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poetry, short story, novel, MLT, medical lab technology, self help, mind management
this app has always been difficult to navigate for me
Sachin Singh's Institute for Power and Prosperity
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Here’s to Plenty in Twenty Twenty–more hope, more listening and reflection, more humility and less arrogance.
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Agreed, let’s hope.
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A sad state of affairs.
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Yes, we have almost reached the bottom, but that leaves only one way – up
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Yes.
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So well put. We vote, we have hope, but it seems to be a vicious cycle of hope and despair.
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Yes, viscous cycle indeed
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And yet there is sun out there today
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Yes that’s true, just not up on any of our hills in the Capitols
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Thank you so much for the lovely poem
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Thanks for that Francis.
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Most welcome sir.
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Yep
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🙂
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It’s sad, unexpected but true at the same time.
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Yes, nicely put, thanks Rupali
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banks have always been thieves, glad it’s now public but still the pollies, etc lie and cheat and the poor get poorer … great ode!
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Thanks Kate, I knew you’d resonate.
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Indeed, dearth of luster…I like “Patina of despair”.
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Yes it clings, very sad 😦
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Very sad, I agree.
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Sad…
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Yes, it’s everywhere.
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That expressed perfectly those lacklustre days.
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Sadly so, but i live in hope, thank you for that Kristian
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“glove puppets” – an interesting expression that has my mind churning. Makes me think – manipulate them so they don’t know they are being manipulated. Clever and poignant piece, Paul.
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Love the rhythm of this poem, and of course, the poem itself. I’m my mind, I call it “Yet another day in the USA…..”
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I get that, the stuff we see coming out of your country doesn’t inspire at present, and it used to, my thought is, as it is here, we’re that close to the bottom it can only go up from here. I’m hoping hard.
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I can relate to that – well said
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I thought you might
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