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spilt milk and honey badgers don't cry


feast in the house of Simon,1610, El Greco 

enjoy what's spilt
leave hold all
your pseudo first
world guilt

breathe it in and
don't let's start
soon there'll come 
a worse part 

just ignore this 
squandering
chase your loyalties 
wandering

let the lady sing

past the salad days
come the bitter grapes
grown to stomp your
trifling



© 2014-Rene

Comments

  1. excellent take on this painting....especially the last verse!

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  2. I'm with Kathe, the last stanza gave me a pause. The bittersweet taste of future hope...

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  3. loved the prompt with the painting... the theme of this struck a chord...

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  4. The last stanza definitely my favorite! Awesome!

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  5. Ooooooo, this is brilliant! LOVE the "cosmic first world guilt" and letting the lady sing because "bitter grapes are swiftly trampling in." You knocked this one out of the park!

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  6. Bitter grapes are made for trampling... Well done.

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  7. "Let the lady sing..." My favorite line.

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  8. I really like this... especially the ending.

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  9. I'm in complete agreement with the bunch above!! Bravo!

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  10. Gimme some of that old time religion…and I like the sly hearkening to They Might Be Giants in the second stanza. Molto bene, mi bella!

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  11. Yeah, he came with kind and wise words which boiled down to " the next two thousand years is gonna suck " ! ....cheers mate

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  12. Amen! I love songs like this. Great, pithy poem.

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  13. I loved the imagery of salad days and bitter grapes. Well written.

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  14. This is fantastic. I don't know of anything I can say that hasn't already been said. I loved it.

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  15. I love it too. Let the lady sing and the last verse especially...

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  16. Yes...please let the lady sing...it's not over until...

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  17. Yes, quite lovely, do let the lady sing!

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  18. Ditto on all of the above!
    Well done.

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