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The Misadventures of Howard J. Witsend #1 Â He, Himself
by Jeffrey ParrenShall we meet him?
Mr. Howard J. Witsend, mid twenties,
Lives alone with his father.
A new breed of intelligent
Non-go-getter, Howard dreams
Of better, yet sleeps it off.
He finds fancy in sporty things,
Carefully planned out whims carry
Him from paycheck to paycheck,
Forethought is an afterthought.
He bounces off of the world
With much dismay, yet change things?
No way. Complaining and posturing as if
He was Auguste Rodins, The Thinker,
He chooses complete motionlessness over
Man of Action or company executive.
Deep intellectual thought and sorting
Have fully paralyzed a witty being,
Full of witty sayings that really do
Prove nothing. Voltaire would be proud.
When the biggest thing that gets in his
Way is he, himself, Howard J. Witsend
Finds the world a scary place.
05/12/2005 Posted on 05/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/12/05 at 08:48 PM ...boy!, jeffrey what you smoooookin'?...this is a solid traipse thru good poetics... just the right track to not get de-railed 'cause i'm on for the ride...every line of description is sooo right on, like a comet the two in the middle come at me of all the others... 'forethought is an afterthought' and 'he bounces off the world'
...man you readin' my mail!! we're all don quixotes slaying dragons, and in the end they're just windmills, the real battle is for integrity, grace and wisdom which i remind you he had after his journey[well, he had it to begin with]...hopefully run into some Holiness along, but then that's just me...you have a great write, m'man...peace,chaz |
| Posted by Nikki Benson on 05/14/05 at 12:50 AM This is really nice. I like the use of the oxymoron. Very intellectual... I am excited to read more! |
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