The Thread (a Homage to Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon an evening sipping, a highland malt, don’t be tripping,
Over many a thread of odd and peculiar lore,
While I’m reading, eyes nearly bleeding, popped up a new thread on my screen,
Like someone tapping, nearly rapping upon my conscious door.

I tried to recollect, in a forgotten dialect,
The history of the topic that presented itself to me.
The topic far too strange to ponder, it made my mind go wonder
I scrolled to the OP dreading something never felt before.

The written word, brought forth fears unheard,
I tried to slam shut the laptop door.
But the visitor remains, bringing his disdain,
In penmanship abhorrent, his words they were a torrent,
Stifling a sob I wanted more.

Digesting the thread, like eating poisoned bread,
I begged to remain unknowing ever more;
But like a penetrating knife, the words they changed my life,
The words they moved me to the floor.

Staring into the abyss, I knew something was amiss,
Taking another sip did nothing to beak my mental fall.
I tried to reply, words that did deny,
What was seared into my mind for ever more.

Shutting off the tv bleating, famous faces ever fleeting,
I threw the generated pablum down.
No longer could I embrace, my ignorance in any case,
I would stay on ATS for ever more.

a reply to: beezzer

Love that's it's not only an homage to Poe but to ATS as well!

Awesome beez!

originally posted by: Jennyfrenzy
a reply to: beezzer

Love that's it's not only an homage to Poe but to ATS as well!

Awesome beez!

Glad you liked it.

I had fun with it.

originally posted by: beezzer
Once upon an evening sipping, a highland malt, don’t be tripping,
Over many a thread of odd and peculiar lore,
While I’m reading, eyes nearly bleeding, popped up a new thread on my screen,
Like someone tapping, nearly rapping upon my conscious door.

I tried to recollect, in a forgotten dialect,
The history of the topic that presented itself to me.
The topic far too strange to ponder, it made my mind go wonder
I scrolled to the OP dreading something never felt before.

The written word, brought forth fears unheard,
I tried to slam shut the laptop door.
But the visitor remains, bringing his disdain,
In penmanship abhorrent, his words they were a torrent,
Stifling a sob I wanted more.

Digesting the thread, like eating poisoned bread,
I begged to remain unknowing ever more;
But like a penetrating knife, the words they changed my life,
The words they moved me to the floor.

Staring into the abyss, I knew something was amiss,
Taking another sip did nothing to beak my mental fall.
I tried to reply, words that did deny,
What was seared into my mind for ever more.

Shutting off the tv bleating, famous faces ever fleeting,
I threw the generated pablum down.
No longer could I embrace, my ignorance in any case,
I would stay on ATS for ever more.

And we can all trust our governments; nevermore.

a reply to: tinkortwim

Too true!

Thanks for reading!

a reply to: beezzer

It was very well written.

a reply to: beezzer

Very Kool Beezzer!!

The double Homage is Very Clear,
of the Words We all,
were looking forward to Hear!!

Great Poem !!
Syx.

a reply to: SyxPak

Thank you.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

May a thousand carrots be bestowed upon you Beezzer.
Very well done!

a reply to: AccessDenied

Thank you! Glad you liked it!

Happy Halloween

originally posted by: zazzafrazz

Happy Halloween

And to you, ma'am.