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Flailing Credence

The lines are quite direct
The facts, they intersect
It doesn’t change the status quo
Or raise the bass to falsetto

Doubt is such an ugly feat
Factual is a caveat
Truth be told, no confidence
What a flaring coincidence

Read the lines and know the story
Unite, divide, war and glory
To know the past is not the moment
Opinionate: a faulty torrent

Looky here! Four lines to a verse!
My self-doubt, it’s getting worse!
Oh, so lost in a middle eight
And I know no reader can relate

Choice is such a deed
A foley or agreed
Rockin’ in a silent case
Mar-a-Lago’s such a horrid place

And no, it’s not a song
In your own words, you sing along
Personally? A forced taste
Of wordplay’s saucy taste

Satisfaction: Next to nil
Getting older, genetic ill
Lacking in a filling role
Falling, failing, in a hole

September 12, 2018 , , Poetry Comments Off on Flailing Credence

Slowly, Her Name Fades Away

Well, the daylight slips away,
And I start to forget her name
She loved me for such a long, long time
Unlike any other lover of mine
She was so different,
But in the end, the same
Slowly, her name fades away

Our time just passed,
I thought it’d last
But my mistake …
She’s one and the same.
Well, she couldn’t cope,
A lover on a rope
So I must say,
Her name fades away

It’s guaranteed
That her and me
Would have run away some day
But as time went by,
That thought did die,
And our love passed on a Wednesday
Miracles forge —
and also disrupt
Slowly, her name fades away

What she meant to me,
I now can’t comprehend
I thought it was love everlasting,
At the end, it was just make pretend
Our love was once a fantasy,
A tale that I did once believe
But it’s sad to say, she’s gone away
Slowly, her name fades away

©1998 John P. Fontana

October 15, 2007 , , , , , , , , , Music. & Lyrics, Poetry Comments Off on Slowly, Her Name Fades Away
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Since my sophomore year in High School back in 1994 I’ve done my share of writing rhyming verse and what one may or may not call poetry. Some of the following prose was written between 1994 and the present. Some are romance, some are broken hearts, some are stories, some observations, some just nutty. It’s subjective if any of them are good or not…

September 13, 2007 , , , , Personal, Poetry One Comment »