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Poem written for a contest, instead of using one prompt, I used all. quite a work-out. |
Acrid and deadly the venom’s concealed by a smooth experienced tongue Promises given no longer have meaning; the words are so casually flung And veiled implications of treachery often by listening ears stay unheard Loquacious and vapid the audiences pay no heed to the unspoken word Their brains having grown aqueous from their trite slothful customs Ostracize visions of Nirvana with vile words slung from ‘twixt odious gnashing gums They no longer desire to heed warnings that they’ve deemed as irrational gibberish Feigned badinage masks the deep-seated urges to malign sensible words they aught cherish Minds thick as chaparral strut about with conceited yet colorful plumage Ignoring perceptual warnings that their homes had been built on hills of fetid garbage Misplaced pride impedes any escape from the sty in which they now rut Their will to change has been wiped clean by habituation to living ‘midst smut Arrogantly refusing to sup at enlightened tables they macerate as wiser men dine Their colorful costumes can’t stay their destiny, neither can it sweeten the soured wine Surely their souls must have some small inkling of their rapid decline? Will time’s passage cause rebels to rise and shake free of the shackles that confine? Life’s brilliant kaleidoscope should be free that all seeking truth can bear witness to Fiduciary agents have no right or claim to the passions that reside within you Break yourself free from the implacable chains that seek to sink you to the silence below I fear for your sanity, but your secret I’ll keep, for I stand in awe of what I’ve come to know With pleasure I shall read your encomium and give credit where credit is due You have but to ask for my hand in aid, for my fealty once given stays true A flicker of light will herald the dawn, and thus the end to your difficult night And the bright light of day will at last put paid to your extraordinary plight |