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Dear Mr. Fantasy
by Tony WhitakerWhen pike or plague
Scoured the earth
To leave the “best”
Of the rest of us
When Popes and pagans
Ruled man’s mind
Gold paved roads
Through eternal time
Our frittered thoughts
Filled a mystic sea
Teeming with wonders
Fraught with fantasies
Today we drift
In cookie cutter roles
Where money and power
Steal our souls
So what comes next?
Oh, time will tell
A Garden of Eden
Or a desert in Hell
11/09/2009
Author's Note: Oh, Mull of Kintyre!
Posted on 11/09/2009
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/09/09 at 03:49 PM ...coooool Tony. a well written treatise o' life, eh? |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/09/09 at 04:54 PM Excellent!(and going in my favorites) |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 11/10/09 at 01:49 PM I love this, it is so lyrical and the images the poem evokes are classic! You certainly have a way with words! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/11/09 at 02:27 AM Not being a determinist, I believe God has given us a choice. Ours to make. Thought provoking indeed! (Did you mean teeming rather than teaming? Either could fit I suppose.) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/11/09 at 03:05 AM Although I love the whole of this poem, the third stanza seems to hit home the most. I hear in that fourth verse an echo of Gabriel Marcel and other Existential philosophers. And finally, I hate to say it, but I am not nearly the optimist I used to be and that last verse reflects a place I have gone in recent weeks as i observe and contemplate what is happening at home and abroad. Thanks for this jewel, Tony. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/10/15 at 04:35 PM Congrats on POTD! Loved the title to this, Tony, and the thoughts and pondering within. Thanks! |
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