Who wasn't really real,..
But in her virtuality,
She'd make the real folks feel.
They loved her or they hated her,
There was no in between,
But one and all did come to see,
That there she was the queen.
Then one dark day she went too far,
In talking without fear;
When she was warned but didn't heed,
Her throne did disappear.
She came back briefly as a ghost,
A shadow of herself,
She shared a few words with old friends,
Then took them off the shelf.
Then for reasons quite unknown,
She came back not much later,
Or did she? Some folks thought it might
Be just an imitator.
But if one could be so like her,
With every little tweak,
It makes one think she never was,
Quite all that unique.
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It seems some of your poetry is fueled by TCS.
Thank you for joining Poets United. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading poetry. We also look forward to seeing you in our community.
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand
That was not only brilliant, but it was absolutely fun to read Legs!
You are right buddy. She was not quite unique.
Your poetry is both beautiful and clever. LOVE the rhyme:)
Thank-you, Writer's Unite for the intro.
I read your poem a few times over. Very beautiful.
I think you nailed it there Leggo.
But just so you know, she was not everyone's queen. To some she was just an equal.
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