Unwilling, weak, we witness our last lay.
Wars waged by gartered knights in armour gay
against souls sinful sunk ‘neath Satan’s sway,
belong, like so much else to yesterday.
Fine fanfares for fair faithful fighting fray
to global warming cede the stage today
as instant information access may
sway opinions, on our conscience weigh.
Once ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ upon square world were known
in black and white ere printer first bound tome,
when Peter’s pope prayed, powerless, in Rome,
while pinhead angels played before His throne.
Hexagonal seemed cells in honeycomb,
top-down, fixed, feudal, God, King, hearth and home,
now times a’changing ‘neath night’s starry dome,
pomp’s pump prepares no rainbow polychrome
to bridge ridge earthquake cracks West’s playboy bray
must meet as Nature with a vengeance may
role reverse self-righteous roundelay,
dissolve pride’s ride, philosophies passé.
Brash West feasts c[r]ash upon a foreign fast day –
twelve billion hungry hands brook no delay -
traditions, preconceptions, waste away,
wither, whither steals hope held at bay ?
The hills and dales our ancestors would roam
are now farmed out, exploited, while we comb
dark ocean deeps for oil, enriching gnome,
see, helpless, arid step[pe]s dust fertile loam
turned desert, naught replacing timber’d holm,
while cancer flows to twisted chromosome
from genes Monsanto seeds, blastocytome
compounding man-made crises as we stroam.
A few, while sun still shines, greed-filled, make hay
at the expense of most, who day-to-day
and hand-to-mouth must strive, unwilling prey
of those enjoying Babylon’s payday.
Unfeeling Man reels deathwards through decay,
fires fossil fuels compounding carbon spray,
polluting lungs – soon, hung, we’ll surely sway.
Ice-melt sea levels rise ‘gainst background grey.
Fresh fault-lines are found at Baffin Bay,
clock ticks, for climate change will not not obey
wishful thinking crass communiqués
from gospel politicians’ sermon tray.
Wounded world seeks vengeance as astray
strays sanity, while waywards some portray
dichotomies between dreams’ s[c]ent bouquet
and instability dire facts betray.
Tsunamis tidal swamp towns, drown today,
earthquakes pride deride as faraway
too close for comfort has become, will weigh
on global village which has lost its way.
Author notes
Words in [b]rackets vehicle several meanings
c[r]ash as crash cash rash ash
s[c]ent scent/sent
fray
noun: a noisy fight
verb: friction, wear away by rubbing
holm : A common evergreen oak,
blastocytoma : a tumor composed of immature undifferentiated cells
stroam : To wander about idly
Background Pride
http://flickr.com/photos/darrenstone/356650895/sizes/l/
Picture Bruised Knees
http://flickr.com/photos/lithium_glitter/351070839/sizes/l/
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A contest entry
- "Celebration of my first silver win" (PIF) by FallenAngel09.
400 points, ended May 26, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Courtesy welcome and extended [Reward: double points]
Comments
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Nice to know you can see that the world is falling away.
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Well done! This is a truly amazing poem, within it you have encapsulated virtually all the emotions and ideas I had in mind... well done!
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This is an excellent, though sadly very true account of the pitiful state of the world today in which mankind abuses and destroys the natural world around him. The devastation caused by recent earthquakes in China and Burma has been heart rending to witness and once again it is the poorer people who suffer the most. Some dispute and dismiss global warming as aiding the cause but unless we take the problem seriously and do something to counter balance our effect on this planet we will never know for sure. Mankind is too glib with the 'immediate' and far less concerned about the future than they should be, possibly because they will not be around to experience the fall, but perhaps the fall might come sooner than most think. A well deserved gold on this poem
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I would like to say thank you for your entry into my contest, your talent and hard work are much appreciated. Also, I am not usually this late in judging a contest and I must apologize for the delay. Your poem flowed so smoothly and brilliantly that the rhyme seemed fluid, which is extremely hard to do when you account for the style that I had you do. I found the way you incorporated alliteration in this piece just a stroke of genius. Great job and good luck.
Your host,
Tiphanie
p.s not that this will influence my voting, but you should change the blck fon because with th background, it is just a little hard to read unless it is bold. Thank you again for your entry. -
Apropos of nothing--albino peacocks rock. It's beautiful. Reminds me of one of those stand-up collars that Elizabeth I used to wear.
I like the old-style language you use in the poem, although the modern references clash with it a bit. I'm really impressed that you went with the same ending vowel rhyme all the way through.
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