The Bronze Adonis

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

He was a bronze Adonis, the blond blue eyed boy,
his women were just his expensive toys.
The man about town, Jack the lad; there
was nothing good about him; he
was all-bad.

He was welcomed in the clubs, pubs and
the bars, envied by the rich, famous and
the stars, for his massive collection of
rare vintage racing cars.

His private jet would whisk him away
from his New York apartment to his
villa in St Tropez or too his yacht
in Monte Carlo bay.

Women laughed at his feeble jokes, puckering
up their lips whenever he spoke,
throwing themselves at the feet,
of this self-opinionated dapper

Young girls looked towards him with
starry-eyes thinking he was some
amazing prize and dreaming
of having him between their thighs.

He left this world at forty-three
and nobody missed him including me.
He was a man of the time a one-off
guy and none was there to see him die.
The bronze Adonis is no more, and
with his passing life is just a fucking bore.

Submitted: November 08, 2020

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Amy F. Turner

Aww poor Jack. A flash in the pan. All that is shiny but empty and hollow. When I die I sure hope I leave a more last impression. Something that has longevity and not so easily forgotten. Thanks for sharing your rad poem and commentary.

Mon, November 9th, 2020 6:08pm


Thank you for your comment.

Mon, November 9th, 2020 12:00pm

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