A Not So Simple Woman Makes A Simple Post... (poem) by Mistress Reba on AuthorsDen

A Not So Simple Woman Makes A Simple Post...
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Not knowing exactly where to place this work I thought poetry best... While it is not poetry in the sense most see poetry it is indeed poetry in motion somewhat... I hope you swim well, as you are invited, beneath the under belly...

A Not So Simple Woman Makes A Simple Post OBSERVATIONS There are those who love to be evil There are those who loathe being evil There are those that seek evil There are those who avoid evil THEN There are those who seek to find self glory There are those who seek to glorify for others There are those who seek to vilify There are those who fall due to ineptness to solidify There are those who fall prey to self vilification THEN AGAIN There are those who try to be simple There are those who cannot be simple There are those who think others are simple Those that think those are simple are indeed simple themselves THEN BECOMES A vicious circle A continuous cycle A circling recycling A circle one gets caught in THEN IS TRAPPED Within themselves Within their wickedness Within pain and suffering Within themselves yet again AND THEN Those trapped seek Those trapped do not find what they sought Those trapped feel the binding of their own webs, circles of self deceit Those then think oh what a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive Those trapped built their own webs AGAIN THEN There are those who deserve not how they are treated There are those who seek those who seek not to be sought There are those that are bought an sold Those unfortunately grow old AND THOSE Wallow in their own meager existence of self defeat And at their own wicked games they play within find self defeat Webs are woven oh so well, each strand one by one Each so small when woven one hardly sees it's spun Until one becomes quite tangled in ones web so woven well Then seek to blame on others The reasons that they fell OBSERVATIONS The spider is a trickster as the web is wove' so well The fly in which he catches soon has no place to hide nor go The harder that he fights to try an set himself free The more he becomes tangled in the web we call deceit A bird sits by just watching waiting for his chance He catches spider busy weaving more and plucks him up to dance To dance the death of spider as he thought the web was sown Oh my Oh My The Spider Said If Only I had Known FREEDOM Spider is set free only to succumb to death by bird Fly is set free because bird sits patiently and eats spider Web breaks down because spider was selfish hence caused his own demise Evil again is set free as she laid eggs before self defeat through deceit THE CIRCLE OF DARKNESS So the circle again begins One by one they hatch No lesson to be learned here, why this is a vilification match In which there are no losers or winners As all are hurt again When circles and cycles repeat themselves To start all over again CIRCLE OF LIGHT Opposing all evilness Loathing all things evil Exposing all evil doings Meeting in the circle of light Avoiding those who seek to vilify Eyes reddened by those who cry In this circle of light I choose to hide Those privy are always welcome to come join us in the circle of light We know where that is AS We Are The Chosen Ones *The Circle is hidden deep* beneath the Under Belly** by Mistress Reba Copyright � m r 2/28/08

Reviewed by Barbara Sue

Reviewed on March 30, 2009

Well my friend, no one would ever consider you to be a simple woman..
your creative mind says it all..Am re-enjoying some of your more profound and interesting works.

Barbara Sue, aka
Grandma Baba

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

This is my 2nd poem that I have read from you and I can honestly say that I am looking forward to reading the next poem :-).You are a very talented and gifted writer.I will make sure to read every poem you have.take care

Edwin

Reviewed by E. Farrand (Reader)

Reviewed on June 24, 2007

I especially like these lines:

"Webs are woven oh so well, each strand one by one
Each so small when woven one hardly sees it's spun
Until one becomes quite tangled in ones web so woven well
Then seek to blame on others
The reasons that they fell"

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on June 20, 2007

Enjoyed,Hugs

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on June 19, 2007

STay POsitive!
Deep heartfelt write felt deeply!
WArmly,WArrior Spirit Lady Sheee
BE SAFE!

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on June 18, 2007

Yes people do many things, that's what makes the sane ones happier. Enjoyed

Reviewed by Rafiriio Daniels

Reviewed on June 17, 2007

This indeed will keep poetry alive!