Below is the poem entitled David and Goliath, Enigma and Pandora’s Lot which was written by poet
Lisle. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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David was a young man, David had courage
But David’s courage worried him somewhat!
Citizenship policy needed a Don
Leading by example was attractive, but forlorn
And Locke’s dominative turn had shattered the Kings’ celestial deity
Leaving very little in the way of piety or decorum!
What was needed was an enigma, not a dogma
But Enigma was purported to wear the mantle of Babylon
So David decided to free Enigma of Pandora’s box
By shaving Pandora of her Babylonian locks
And open the dreaded Pandora’s box
What would he find left inside
He wasn’t the first to try; then hind!
At the midnight hour when all were asleep
David decided to have a peep
The lock was broken? The contents robbed?
David was amiss as to what was flogged
You see Enigma as oracle was a feared bespoke
And so the robbers had changed her into a joke
But deep in one corner bechance left unfound
Pearls of wisdom still waiting to be formed
Pearls, neglected, disregarded - classed unfounded!
Her battles were fought, presumed lost? - were contorted
The silver thread ran like lightening…
Shocking, thunderous, shattering, frightening
The vacuous content of Enigma’s box…
Multiplied by the Pandora legacy - the robbers’ lot!
The robbers’ dons amalgam displayed
Standing in rows,
Row upon row, upon row, upon row, multiplied, ten fold, nightmare!
All on show
Was this judgement day? - Armageddon?
Pity poor Enigma David thought, her box unfurled?
Was it a barrier? Empty? A burdensome world?
The lamb sacrificed - sorrowful?
Waiting for Godo?
Waiting for ascension?
Waiting for a decision?
Which way will the dialectic turn?
David will you make the decision?
Are you to judge the final hour? Do you have the power?
Will you have the courage? Can you see the end?
Is it the real one?
Or, will you be added to the battles fought, presumed lost, contorted?
Will Mystery remain or misery?
Will this be Enigma’s epitaph, her eulogy?
Will fate act upon this day, and decide for us which way, which way?
Which way will the dialectic - will - turn?
Should we live in hope or act?
Which act will it be? Pearls of wisdom, will there be?
In the end only if it’s the right action will it count!
Abandonment, anxiety, and despair, do you care? Does it matter?
If Pandora’s box be open, must have it
The peppered moth you fear not - the Enigma
First women - woe, misery - Madonna - you must trust
For without her you’d be cursed