Saturday, November 1, 2008

disguise

hollywood hoo doo
underneath the razzmatazz
such disguised sorrows
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ubiquitous smiles
undiscernable anguish
clowning's not a joke
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painstakingly done
a beautification job
you call it disguise?
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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 2, 2008 at 5:49 AM

    Like clowns in the circus, they paint away their pain.

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  2. qualcosa di belloNovember 2, 2008 at 8:07 AM

    your words bring to light the thought that we all carry a great burden & some go to great lengths to disguise that

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  3. Beth P.November 2, 2008 at 12:18 PM

    Thanks, Zoya--
    What would you call it (if not disguise)--this pain?

    Thanks for this--

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  4. sgreerpittNovember 2, 2008 at 4:29 PM

    disguised sorrow -- clearly a truth found in several poems, each unique in its own way, this week.

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  5. RavenNovember 2, 2008 at 7:00 PM

    Three excellent pieces. I especially like the first.

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  6. AnonymousNovember 3, 2008 at 2:44 AM

    Wow, all of these are so true, and kind of sad.

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  7. Tumblewords:November 3, 2008 at 10:55 AM

    Spot on ~ ID of the rich and famous!

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  8. SandyCarlsonNovember 3, 2008 at 4:22 PM

    Sure do like that. Beautification job, indeed.

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  9. zoya gautamNovember 5, 2008 at 6:16 PM

    ..Many Thanks To ALL Of U..

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..namastey!~

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