What do you think of my pome, 'Bright Shadow,' dedicated to real people?

It's the Internet. We're all unreal. "All the world's a stage." ---William Shakespeare

A dark shape clouding slightly lighter skies,

a six foot wing-span, a burst of piteous cries.

A mountain crag that no man has ever marred.

A low moon crescents dolefully like forced smiles,

a wind sweeps fallen foliage into piles.

The distant cliffs iced with white frost wintered hard.

As the shadow circles over, seeking prey,

all fears, as the thing nears are eased away:

'tis but an ancient gryphon, keeping guard.

It has been inferred that my words don't belong

that perhaps my time here is a waste

I am strong in beliefs that no matter how brief

a taste of the internet poets surrounds

... I am not

what you think, perhaps I am more, I am sure

that in retrospect, I might abhor

the things that I love and the people I share

my thoughts and my feelings with, I do... I dare

...So I am

what I want to be most of the time as I spend

my time here in an internet clime writing my

answers with unmastered speed hoping the

words that I say will be heeded and on my worst day

... I will pay

in spades my own debts, to society high

and those lowly rejects, none of the better none

of them worse a curse or a verse they may

bestow on me.. I pray, I delay, I sing in the breeze

... I belong

A shadow has no existence in the dark

Or, at least, none of which we're aware

But the things that hide in the corners

exude an odour of putrefaction in the air.

Darkness is the only refuge

of these pitiful members of human-kind

who find pleasure in spiteful acts

and in leaving their foul smell behind.

We can only feel pity as they nightly run

Deprived forever of the warmth of the sun

I've always wanted to respect you and hope I have, and you bring up points that seem to be a valid theme in some of us feeling.

I've never assumed or bragged about being close to worthy, and in fact can get swarthy in defense, but that's often wasted effort, better spent on doing what I most enjoy.

I think, no I know, what's turning many away, not in fear, and not in flight. is the infighting, and the ignoring what this category should be mostly about.

I have no time to suffer fools well, and I have no doubt that some of my posts dwell on immature things, or dreams and schemes, but I have as much right to say, not pause in the negatives delivered, afraid to express another day.

Most here, far more proficient, prolific, and certainly more skilled, might consider not getting into the swill, and focus on whatever is their passion, in their fashion. I could name the haters but refuse, as it serves no purpose, has no progressive use.

Spot on Elaine!

Good on you!

I like it, it's Great!

Best Wishes.

Mars Mission.

14th Year Psychology Student.

4th Year Hypnotism Student.

4th Year Self Taught Music Student.

32 Years Qualified Automotive Technician.

I think your pome is a good read. I especially like the second stanza. I'm not scared of vampires

it depends on how u construed 'Bright Shadow'. he used Bright as a synonym for Clever.. not as an antonym of the word Dark.. good poem about dark shadows.

Hopefully, the real folk are the bright folk! ;-) Cuz, sure as dawn, bright = might & right, awright!