New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />
The Dark Side<br />
Anger<br />
Neil Harding McAlister<br />
« La vie étant ce qu’elle est, on rêve de vengeance. » - Paul Gauguin<br />
Against unyielding crag on storm-swept shore,<br />
In useless fury smites the raging sea.<br />
An angry heart so breaks for evermore<br />
Upon the barren cliff of memory.<br />
We hate the ones who kept us from our goal,<br />
Abusing our sweet trust with lies or guile;<br />
The faithless lover who once scarred our soul;<br />
The false friend with the condescending smile.<br />
Who would not burn, unnoticed and ignored,<br />
When rivals steal the credit for his labor,<br />
His contributions unacknowledged, scorned,<br />
While others feast on fruit he worked to savor<br />
A careless insult haunts us like a curse<br />
<strong>That</strong> strikes us mute, not knowing what to say.<br />
At night we fret and sleeplessly rehearse<br />
Lost wars we might have fought another way.<br />
Should we strive to be like our enemy,<br />
Surpassing his deceit, if we are wise<br />
It surely would be vile hypocrisy<br />
To emulate the traits we most despise.<br />
How could we fan to action and redress<br />
A smoldering ire that fears to speak its name<br />
When conscience counsels our uncertainness,<br />
Revenge dissolves in bitter, silent shame.<br />
And when crude vengeance cannot satisfy,<br />
We fantasize that in some future days<br />
Such glowing deeds our name may dignify<br />
<strong>That</strong> old foes shall regret their callous ways.<br />
Oh pointless Anger, must you learn so late<br />
The lesson that we always should have known<br />
The heart hurts but itself when, filled with hate,<br />
It beats against a past that’s carved in stone.<br />
We cannot rest while tempests blast the mind,<br />
And never can we cross a wrathful sea<br />
‘Til time may calm the waves and help us find<br />
The deep, still waters of maturity.<br />
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