Lost in a Maze of Discontent

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lost in a maze of discontent

According to Wikipedia: World Poetry Day is on 21 March, and was declared by UNESCO (the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) in 1999. The purpose of the day is to promote the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world and, as the UNESCO session declaring the day says, to “give fresh recognition and impetus to national, regional and international poetry movements”.

Water to a Sailor

A cold gentle breeze hits his face
A strong wind gathers its strength
Shining upon thee with grace
His destiny heaven sent

Lost in a maze of discontent
Limbo state, unending wait
So many hurdles to prevent
Breaking through the circle of fate

A stone’s throw from reality’s doorstep
A hop, skip and a jump from failure
Only his soul is kept in check
Poetry to his soul is like water to a sailor

He won’t part before he’s heard
Something inside won’t let him die
He needs the world to hear his word
Someone out there to hear his cry

He is the dreamer of all dreamers
Flying up into the sky
Swirling, swirling
Lustful and alive

Lost in a Maze of Discontent is a book of poetry by author C. Rich. Even back when he was a kid, C. Rich has been writing poetry his whole life. He has publicly spoken of the lost art of poetry and how it used to be in the daily newspapers. Today’s high brow world of poetry is an elitist micro-niche that has an esoteric following. C. Rich muses about the days when poetry was exposed to the masses and in many cases written for them. Follow along in Volume 1 of thoughts from C. Rich that span his lifetime. Everything from drugs and alcohol to one’s faith in God is all encompassed in his first book of poetry. Whether it is the desperation of a lost love or the abject loneliness of incarceration, C. Rich covers human nature in a potentiate way. Here is how he says it:

The Bivouac Poet

I am the Bivouac Poet
Camping out in the dark shadows
I am absolute poetry

I live for only one purpose
I die for the same
I am positively poetry

I exist for one reason
Pure and unadulterated
I am indefatigably poetry

I see only the verse
My thought waves are poetic
I am undeniably poetry

My heart pumps with words
It runs through my veins
I am trenchantly poetry

I was born for this world
Only to proclaim
I am pure poetry

I am audaciously grandiloquent
Punctiliously resilient
I am obstinately poetry

Simply said
For thousands of years I’ll be read
I am timeless poetry

lost in a maze of discontent

C. Rich
Author, Blogger, Poet
[email protected]

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