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intelligent life

Contributed by ianthe on Tuesday, 16th December 2003 @ 11:20:58 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

the smoke curled above their heads
in the cafe on the boulevard
where wine and whiskey
fueled their thoughts
and romantic notions ran free
the era of writers and poets
legendary names were born
from this Paris corner cafe
and they called it cafe society
such brilliant minds and daring too
they flaunted precious youth
like some tantalizing jewel
to talk and share intelligence
to live in perfect bohemia
it was a dream come true

now the keyboard keeps us
glued to each other day and night
more seductive than the eiffel tower
and so many more are here
from all corners of the earth
they bring their hearts and tears
and romance blossoms so unlikely
on the impersonal flcikering screen
lasting only nanoseconds
in this brave new realm

what generation are we then
what name shall we adopt
how shall we go down in history
or will we be a flop?
words float by the billions
in this sea of cyber soup
what are we really doing here?
writers must always write
it is a fever in the blood
but so many pretenders
fakers and hangers on
dillute the power of the pen

ah paris was the season
the celebration that we miss
the recognition of each brave soul
who dared to print his work
but the essence still lingers
at our fingertips
well worn keyboards attest to it
in this impersonal cold millenium
we do what we can to rise above
the mundane monotony and strife
we are the generation of intelligent life

Copyright © ianthe ... [ 2003-12-16 11:20:58]
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Re: intelligent life (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 16th December 2003 @ 01:37:35 PM AEST
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Good work, good thinking.

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