Eden
Resigned to my lot,
as the man time forgot,
written off, or so I thought.
Like Saint Anthony to souls lost,
a warm front fractured permafrost.
We built Shangri-La atop barren lands
we tilled the soil with our bare hands.
Until the rainy season cast clouds upon Eden
and forbidden fruit eaten turned vestals to heathens.
Our fates were sealed once we gave in,
To temptations intrinsic since original sin.
Salted the soil Carthaginian,
ensuring nothing could ever grow there again.
Our fates were sealed once we gave in,
To temptations intrinsic since original sin.
Which side writes the history,
When neither one can claim the win?
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith2 days ago in Humor
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