The Poetry Corner featuring Ed Ireland

Good morning! Please join me in welcoming Ed ireland and his poem, Alone In A Crowd, from his book, Forgotten Treasure, available on his website (Check links below).

Alone In A Crowd by Ed Ireland (Forgotten Treasure)

Day into night then back into day
foolishly laughing his existence away.
Never listening to anything he might say.
They don’t care to speak, just want play

Cold and uncaring, thoughtless and cruel,
deathly silence is their horrible tool.
Never worried about the thoughts of a fool.
Silence is now their miscreant rule.

Curse his existence, wish he was dead
cut out his tongue then rip off his head!
Shatter his face with a pipe made from lead!
Do what you must, erase what was said.

But death is too ruthless, gaudy, and final.
There’s much more harm in speaking denial.
Shun him instead till his life starts to shrivel,
the verdict is passed without jury or trial.

So night into day then back into night,
they scurry along and hide from the light.
Never knowing or caring or doing what’s right.
The crowd passes by as he fades from sight.

He was never one of them, he had no call
There was no passion in the words he would scrawl.
But deep into his heart they had no sight at all,
they laughed and gloated as his words would fall.

And so it is ended! he muttered out loud,
But I’ll not be defeated or placed in your shroud!
Here I shall stand defiant, dignified, and proud!
But despite his speech he remained alone in a crowd.

Fantastic poem, Ed! I know I’ve been there a few times. Thank you so much for sharing with us! 🙂

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About CP Bialois

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it's only fair to say that CP Bialois isn't my real name. It's a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I'm just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves. For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them. I'd write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I'd just daydream about what I'd see myself as the hero of course. You can't have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It's just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick. As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I'd read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics. I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading "the cat fell down" really didn't interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we'd go out he'd always spring for a couple of comic books for me. While it wasn't exactly the perfect beginning everything I've ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I'd like to share some of the ideas I've had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they're always fun to write and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.
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