04-10-2013, 06:36 PM
Got up early to make time for this. Spent an hour trying to work something vuagly worthy...got bored of my own poem and decided it was going to be boring no mater how much work I put into the idea so now out of time scribbled out a quick silly verse. (original idea first - raw working only...silly scribble below).
Perses opens his defence.
We have heard from Hesiod.
Man outstanding in his field.
Farmer, poet, lawyer, brother,
Almanac purveyor!
Masterly scholar of all arts.
Well versed to define and instruct!
Heir of the fertile soil of creativity;
the whys and wherefores carefully
laid out in clinical detail. Each science
stripped, boned and picked over, till the bare
prime elements, exposed to his all knowing
lie defeated. Robbed of life and mystery.
Subject to his singular containment.
I should think the tower of Babel is threatened
By the stature of his magnificent opinion.
How can a Man of words and scrolled
learning, properly relate the deed,
the action and passion of the moment
when blood runs down an embattled
sword – Flooding, cleansing, to purge the soul
Or know the deeper earthy instincts
powering the legs of a warrior god?
I say not! Wisdom is a whore, who eats
and eats but is never satisfied. Entrapping
those of weaker inclines, to believe that
any extravagance or sport , (except those of the mind),
is a folly of youth and the blind; undertaken
by those of lesser intellectual estates,
who wander in fields of ignorance, planting
follies in the open bellies of unenlightened
corpses - worm feed from the fruits of war.
I would ask, which is better for stirring the soils
of change that lead to advancement? A sword
of tempered resolve, or a quill plucked
from some long since dead fowl, that quivers
under any strain greater than a drop of ink.
Beach loses blue flag status
Dear Sir,
Please desist from leaving hay
Upon our pristine golden bays.
Your sea sluicing practice
of stable slopping slackness,
leaving Herculean horse ordure
to foul our aquatic pastures,
has been weighed and noted.
We say, “No more floaters!”
Without delay, you will obey
Or fines will follow from today.
Perses opens his defence.
We have heard from Hesiod.
Man outstanding in his field.
Farmer, poet, lawyer, brother,
Almanac purveyor!
Masterly scholar of all arts.
Well versed to define and instruct!
Heir of the fertile soil of creativity;
the whys and wherefores carefully
laid out in clinical detail. Each science
stripped, boned and picked over, till the bare
prime elements, exposed to his all knowing
lie defeated. Robbed of life and mystery.
Subject to his singular containment.
I should think the tower of Babel is threatened
By the stature of his magnificent opinion.
How can a Man of words and scrolled
learning, properly relate the deed,
the action and passion of the moment
when blood runs down an embattled
sword – Flooding, cleansing, to purge the soul
Or know the deeper earthy instincts
powering the legs of a warrior god?
I say not! Wisdom is a whore, who eats
and eats but is never satisfied. Entrapping
those of weaker inclines, to believe that
any extravagance or sport , (except those of the mind),
is a folly of youth and the blind; undertaken
by those of lesser intellectual estates,
who wander in fields of ignorance, planting
follies in the open bellies of unenlightened
corpses - worm feed from the fruits of war.
I would ask, which is better for stirring the soils
of change that lead to advancement? A sword
of tempered resolve, or a quill plucked
from some long since dead fowl, that quivers
under any strain greater than a drop of ink.
Beach loses blue flag status
Dear Sir,
Please desist from leaving hay
Upon our pristine golden bays.
Your sea sluicing practice
of stable slopping slackness,
leaving Herculean horse ordure
to foul our aquatic pastures,
has been weighed and noted.
We say, “No more floaters!”
Without delay, you will obey
Or fines will follow from today.