“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label idealism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label idealism. Show all posts
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Social security
Unless you were born
a boy
with silky chestnut hair
shaped like a perfect bowl of soft wound thread
nested as in a kitten ball
atop an angelic head dappled with
a sole magic dimple under the high arched
cheekbone amidst
perfectly placed and sized features,
jawlines of a steed,
eyes of witches hazel,
long indulgent black lashes,
long limber legs, strong steel shoulders
broad aspirations
long ago,
No-
you will not be chosen
as the one that was
a man for all ages
a perfect fit,
the right breed,
hand(y)some or skillful.
The rest shall be
Employees.
Painting by Benjamin Haydon [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Civil War: the sequel
By milk and money, gluttony we have made
The Hero and so much more ground to cover
to fight for
By now this calcified, meaning mummified idealism
hollows in its armoured vest-ments
The Wars never end, unjustly change coordinates
Artwork By Cobb, Darius, 1834-1919 (artist); L. Prang & Co. (publisher) (Flickr: Civil War trompe l'oeil) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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