Array ( [sid] => 183848 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Apprentice [time] => 2016-12-22 21:25:19 [hometext] => [bodytext] => On his wall hung hope and joy;
mounted like a duck decoy!
Among the trophys in his den;
Collected living specimens;
of unused joys no longer free;
Love, and virtue, empathy.

Taken from the souls of men;
Who had long abandoned them;
In pursuit of wealth and fame;
left unopened they became;

Fodder for his rare collection;
Salvaged without man’s detection.
A junkyard of unused emotions;
Trust and faith and deep devotions.

Trapped in cases on display;
Like butterflies in time delayed.
As his apprentice he chose me;
To carry on his legacy.

The world was growing dark and chaste;
For he had stripped it in his haste;
Of all the mortal dreams of man;
He sold them now like contraban!

For a price he’d custom blend;
All emotions that would mend;
Any motivation feigned;
Assured success to your campaign!

Joy mixed with Anticipation?
optimism and elation!
Trust and Fear would yield submission;
A pinch of Sadness for Contrition.

Awe and Fear would bring Surprize;
Sadness made it crystalize;
By boiling off the Hope and Trust;
It thickened into black Disgust!

Suspense and Shock, he often said;
A Pinch of Panic soaked in Dread;
Could conjure up such bodily harm;
Would stop men dead with sheer alarm!

Alas I overcooked dispair;
Insult, shame, rejection, there
Was too much pity and neglect;
Too late to add hope and respect;
It bubbled over thick and dense;
Dread and terror so intense;

It flashed into a deadly sin!
Wrath boiled up from deep within;
It climbed the walls and crossed the ceiling
Consuming every joyful feeling!

I ran to get the master cook;
He knew at once my fearful look!
Still it spread from room to room;
Leaving each a blackened tomb;
Nothing stopped its’ deadly quell;
Onward marched this unleashed hell;

Ore the grounds and toward the street;
Felling all who sought retreat!
Til it came upon a child;
Innocent and undefiled;
The strength of love thus undisguised;
Beheld within these liquid eyes;

Brought defeat by tender rapture;
Only purest love could capture.

Did we have a happy ending?
Did man find a path to mending?
Who am I to summarize;
What you can see with your own eyes!

All I offer is a fable;
Parting thoughts set on your table;
Mankind’s gift to life is reasoning;
And he alone controls the seasoning!













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The Apprentice
Date: Thursday, 22nd December 2016 @ 09:25:19 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
On his wall hung hope and joy;
mounted like a duck decoy!
Among the trophys in his den;
Collected living specimens;
of unused joys no longer free;
Love, and virtue, empathy.

Taken from the souls of men;
Who had long abandoned them;
In pursuit of wealth and fame;
left unopened they became;

Fodder for his rare collection;
Salvaged without man’s detection.
A junkyard of unused emotions;
Trust and faith and deep devotions.

Trapped in cases on display;
Like butterflies in time delayed.
As his apprentice he chose me;
To carry on his legacy.

The world was growing dark and chaste;
For he had stripped it in his haste;
Of all the mortal dreams of man;
He sold them now like contraban!

For a price he’d custom blend;
All emotions that would mend;
Any motivation feigned;
Assured success to your campaign!

Joy mixed with Anticipation?
optimism and elation!
Trust and Fear would yield submission;
A pinch of Sadness for Contrition.

Awe and Fear would bring Surprize;
Sadness made it crystalize;
By boiling off the Hope and Trust;
It thickened into black Disgust!

Suspense and Shock, he often said;
A Pinch of Panic soaked in Dread;
Could conjure up such bodily harm;
Would stop men dead with sheer alarm!

Alas I overcooked dispair;
Insult, shame, rejection, there
Was too much pity and neglect;
Too late to add hope and respect;
It bubbled over thick and dense;
Dread and terror so intense;

It flashed into a deadly sin!
Wrath boiled up from deep within;
It climbed the walls and crossed the ceiling
Consuming every joyful feeling!

I ran to get the master cook;
He knew at once my fearful look!
Still it spread from room to room;
Leaving each a blackened tomb;
Nothing stopped its’ deadly quell;
Onward marched this unleashed hell;

Ore the grounds and toward the street;
Felling all who sought retreat!
Til it came upon a child;
Innocent and undefiled;
The strength of love thus undisguised;
Beheld within these liquid eyes;

Brought defeat by tender rapture;
Only purest love could capture.

Did we have a happy ending?
Did man find a path to mending?
Who am I to summarize;
What you can see with your own eyes!

All I offer is a fable;
Parting thoughts set on your table;
Mankind’s gift to life is reasoning;
And he alone controls the seasoning!















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