Imagine a point on the page
any point at all it doesn't matter
It starts a dot then swells and swells
becomes a line and runs and runs
and then swerves past and intertwines
parallel to where it was before
and runs and swerves and runs some more
and then avast it becomes a sketch
and you feel quite good about it
and you feel like you're a star
how happy it makes you feel

Now imagine a life, say any at all
A man a woman it doesn't matter
let's say a man let's call him Steve
let's give him hope let's give him dreams
Steve wants to be a doctor and
Steve wants to be a doctor so
He can save the lives of those in need
He is a nice boy this Steve
his parents love him much indeed
An only child a product of love
From his father he got his double chin
and a love of hockey and boxing
from his mother he got his eyes and gait
and a love of all things Greek
Since he was a kid Steve had this dream
of helping all those in need
He nursed all animals that he met
in roadside, streets, and under trees
now he works all day and night
to be of some use to man kind
So he can truly be the man
that all his friends and family
and most especially his lover
Believe him to be.
speaking of his lover now
her name is Jane and she loves him
almost as much as he loves her
a common love of ice hockey
brought them together and then bloomed
to a cocoon of warmth and faith
and tenderness that only makes
him feel glad to be alive
Steve loves the world with all his heart
Steve wishes all the people well
Sure in his bad days he does swear
the world be damned and gone to hell
but deep inside he knows that he
is a generally good person

Well, now he's dead
A piano fell on his head.
As he made his way to the library
Why? Well, just because

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2016-01-04 at 07:51

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite clever. The end is sudden and contrasts with a life of hopes and dreams. I suppose the moral is that life does not give a shit. And things happen just because.

JK Fisher The PoetBay support member heart!
I almost fell over from the Delight found in this work of yours! Awesome twists and wonderful construction. Bravo!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I suppose that I shouldn't have laughed, but I did. Yes, this is what often happens. The poem does have postmodern feel to it, the detachment, the awareness of its own falseness. I think that you're onto something here.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I am going to give this poem another chance because the first paragraph left me speechless. It is extremely good. You are freewheeling and it's amazing. Then the second part of the poem is interesting that you use postmodern ideas and go outside yourself. An interesting association with the first paragragh. Then, the unpredictability of the outcome of any plan.

The first time I read it, I didn't like the ending.I thought you had lost the poem, but upon reading it again I realize that I wasn't fair. That the end simply proves the unpredictability of life.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, sameen, it was an interesting story with a very bad ending.
You need to get out of Dallas. There was a moment when this might have had some promise, but then there was the piano!
Try again. You can do better.:) ++