Samples -- Poetry - Pity's Reward (chapter 11) by C. P. Klapper
chapters
chapter 1:
Why Write?
chapter 2:
Sign at the Jewelers
chapter 3:
I Am Serenading You
chapter 5:
A Flock of Souls
chapter 6:
Moth-eaten
chapter 7:
Presidential Race
chapter 8:
Mixed Blessings
chapter 9:
Rain
chapter 10:
The Rat Captains
chapter 11:
Pity's Reward
chapter 12:
There is Only
Pity's Reward
chapter 11
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updated Oct 20, 2008
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Pity's Reward
Mine is a deep, dark hell-hole of pity's reward
Where I am kicked a thousand times in the gut
Each time followed by the near recovery of spirit before the heart's stomach is again punched brutally in
It is an anniversary of my last marital failure
And lest I forget rejection and its sting
I hear how the one with whom I hope to share the healing acceptance destiny foreshadowed by her being one with my infant warm, white gleam
I hear how the love of my life though not quite yet
Whom I rescued from one abyss
Cannot wait to sink into another
Rather than wait as I am
Love's fulfillment put on hold, a lonely call
While another is put through to make the busy signal of another kick in the black and blue underbelly of my dark knighted soul
Lost
Last
Nice guy
Loser
Much is expected of that first ecstatic glow
To last a million dark nights of the soul
Copyright © 2008 by C. P. Klapper
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Mine is a deep, dark hell-hole of pity's reward
Where I am kicked a thousand times in the gut
Each time followed by the near recovery of spirit before the heart's stomach is again punched brutally in
It is an anniversary of my last marital failure
And lest I forget rejection and its sting
I hear how the one with whom I hope to share the healing acceptance destiny foreshadowed by her being one with my infant warm, white gleam
I hear how the love of my life though not quite yet
Whom I rescued from one abyss
Cannot wait to sink into another
Rather than wait as I am
Love's fulfillment put on hold, a lonely call
While another is put through to make the busy signal of another kick in the black and blue underbelly of my dark knighted soul
Lost
Last
Nice guy
Loser
Much is expected of that first ecstatic glow
To last a million dark nights of the soul
Copyright © 2008 by C. P. Klapper
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chapter 1 review
Georgia Ann
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This poem is just lovely. It explains why we write without becoming arrogant.
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chapter 1 review
John
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I (and I think a lot of us on this site) have felt what you've expressed in this poem...but you have expressed it so very eloquently.
--Joh…more "
--Joh…more "
chapter 7 review
John
said:
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Being a chocholate addict, I totally agree with the sentiment of this poem.
Great job!
--John "
Great job!
--John "
