Two who each other never knew -
though both spent near a century
some streets apart are past, and few
shall sketch their wretched memory.
Two travelled on lines parallel
while wheeled the reel of history,
that reel ran out and then the bell
tolled once, - to tell eternity
‘Bonjour, ma mie, je t’aime, adieu !’
The mocking bird of Destiny
nests but a moment. All falls through
before each earth-bound entity
can through glass grasp a second well
life’s sensitivity, may see
things in perspective ere Death’s knell
engulfs all hopes in misery.
Confined upon Earth’s ark our zoo
builds up its bars too readily.
Why all the fuss and bother to
paint rosy hues enticingly
when threescore ten pass on pell-mell
and few attain their century, -
and those that do weak souls would sell
for one more week’s insanity.
Upon Life’s cruise a motley crew
free choice demands, yet few feel free,
awash with superstitious spew,
how few refuse to bend the knee ?
The ‘finger writes’ and then farewell !
A door to which there is no key
was ever veiled when curtains fell,
« and then no more of thee and me. »
“Unto thyself be true” is, too,
a motto meaningless. Beauty
and Truth are wi[n][d]owed points of view,
anchorless upon Time’s sea.
The generations ebb and swell,
compound their incongruity
in cycles which themselves repel –
rebel then crass conformity.
The pendulum swings fro and to,
though now before “security”
some bow “engulfed”, sing red, white, blue,
with vibrant ingenuity :
tomorrow they may different spell
comittment to their liberty
when freedom shrinks its empty skin
and nought resists technology.
Truth and Untruth, as Heaven, Hell,
add selling pitch variety
constructing concepts which compel
respect towards ‘Society’.
With paradigm shift overdue
this superficial piety
most still see through, and not a few
shall challenge blind propriety.
Yet who am I or you to quell
their natural anxiety
when few self doubts dare to dispel
for fear of noteriety ?
Refusing to salute on cue
crime may be judged by vanity, -
yet we need more than social glue
to feed our moral sanity.
To rut - that’s meant in senses two -
along allotted lines where the
links thread, commingling till Death’s due,
is parody of history, -
allows small space to trace and tell
of Life’s romantic mystery
when stem from embryonic cell
is cloned to standard quality.
Come Brave New World ! where little new
occurs to stir controversy,
where each his stated task sees through
while variance is heresy,
where all together happy dwell,
where self-fulfillment finally
takes meaning, form, and where the well
of loneliness is filled for free ...
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- Alphabetical Order • next in list
- Gold and Silver Trophies • next in list
A contest entry
- Behaviors... (2) by JM Kenyon.
900 points, ended August 30, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Courtesy welcome and extended
Comments
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A Most Poetical
... essay that says so much about those things that fall easily into the "I'll think about that later" file as we go about living? and getting by, in a world where the news, weather and looking beautiful hold more of our attention than the philosophical ponderings in matters of the soul. Your talent for assembling these deep thoughts with rhyme is unsurpassed on this site, in my most humble opinion! I do enjoy your sharing and always look forward to "what's next".
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stunning, great flow from start to finnish. so deep yet true, so many can relate to this great piece of art. Beautiful, just beautiful...keep up the great writes...I will check out more of your work if they are as good as this piece....
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"“Unto thyself be true” is, too, a motto meaningless"
So too the "Golden Rule", that commandment of measure.
"Do unto others as you would have them Do unto you"
In a world where such conjectures wail
like the beat of ancient steel drum.
"Do unto your fellow man what seems the best for one"
And perspective smiles sly like a cat
Indeed my friend, Indeed, and what on earth -- is that.
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loved the first and last well laid stanzas with this one of yours. You obviously put alot of effoert into seeing this one thru. A very enjoyable read thru my friend!!!
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