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  1. #1
    Juynal Miah
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    Changing Times - a poem

    Just a poem I wrote in a short while a couple of days ago. Hope you ejnoy.

    Changing Times

    I saw a death of the dwindling great Superstars,
    His name now joins
    Presley and Lee, Monroe and Marley,
    Lennon and King, Lady Di and Kennedy,
    Their deaths sent ripples throughout the world,
    And though the sun was benighted,
    The lamenters were united, from four corners,
    The echoes of the mourners shook the gates of heaven,
    They are a dying breed, those that transcend death,
    There is only Mandela and Ali left,
    We live in different times now, bereft.



  2. #2
    John Oberon
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    A benighted sun and shaking gates of heaven are just a leeeeettle over the top for a freakish pop star, don'tcha think? Frankly, I think M. Jackson's sun benighted long before his death. And there's only Mandela and Ali left...I kinda chuckled at that. Those two faded heroes are on the order of Ed McMahon. Plenty of "superstars" left in the world. And times are not any different. People still value zing, zap, and zowie over character and substance.

    I still wonder whether M. Jackson was a pedophile or not. Plenty of circumstantial evidence and suspicion, but it never fully convinced me that he really did it. I think he was an emotional pedophile rather than a physical one. Plus, I think he had zero judgment in regard to perception of his behavior.

  3. #3
    Sam English
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    Nelson Mandela, the Ed McMahon of civil rights activists...hmmm

  4. #4
    John Oberon
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    My point is that they are no longer "superstars". When's the last time you heard of either Mandela or Ali doing anything? They've been out of the news so long that nobody ever thinks of them except as a question of trivia...and no, I'm not saying that they or what they did is trivial. I'm saying only that their glory days are behind them, and when I think of a superstar in today's world, they ain't it.

    At the time of his death, M. Jackson was no superstar either. He was rather pathetic, in my opinion. But in his heyday, no doubt...SUPERSTAR.

  5. #5
    Beautiful Loser
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    Before I Go

    Before I Go,
    I must let you know
    that I hear your tears
    and I feel the same,
    after all, I do now know
    that there is no one to blame.
    Before I go,
    I must let you know
    that I do not regret, even yet,
    having always known that you love
    me, and I love you so,
    so much that I must now go.

    ******* Tupper
    Copyright 2009 ******* Tupper

  6. #6
    Keith .
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    There once was a hermit named Dave ...

  7. #7
    leslee
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    "There once was a hermit named Dave ..."

    Whose body part wouldn't behave . . .

  8. #8
    Lisa P
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    There once was a hermit named Dave

    Whose body part wouldn't behave


    He pulled and he tugged, it just laid like a slug...

  9. #9
    John Oberon
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    What the heck does that poem have to do with this thread? And how do you hear tears?

  10. #10
    Lisa P
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    Re: Changing Times - a poem

    Lighten up, John. Are you always so serious?

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