Glass Bottom

Spent a lovely lively evening
With a friendly homely lass
For I spied her inner beauty
Through the bottom of the glass

I`ve seen men of feigned integrity
Distinctly working class
Transformed to Landed gentry
Through the bottom of the glass

And those trials and tribulations
I thought would never pass
Becoming ever distant
Through the bottom of the glass

I have wandered through my history
Pondered life`s great mystery
Experiencing happiness
The tragedy of loss

Apparently , I`m born of interplanetary gas

But sadly, I don`t see it

Through the bottom of the glass.




Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 02:29

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Funny, I would have never thought to rhyme history with mystery, but it's a perfect and most effective combination. Beautifully rhymed throughout and a consistent and sustained rhythm to be envied. Good.
2015-08-05


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2015-08-04


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This is very original and extremely good. I love this kind of poetry. That keeps a theme while wandering around it with clever variations. Well done.
2015-06-08



Very good writing here:)
It is jaunty throughout and witty and the ending rounds it off very well with the pathos.
2015-06-07