A.E. Rivenbark Poet Rhyme

Coriolanus

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
Thy Mother? In madness, she did succeed
Over thy sweet heart her words stampede
Instilled insecurity, hate will blindly breed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
In Corioles walls, all by thee secede
A pack of cowards thee most kindly mislead
And yet their Savior they pay no heed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
People are fickle, yes indeed
Shall we anoint a scapegoat for their greed?
Roman savior, yet enemy decreed

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
From Volsci hands you have them freed
They think not twice of severing the hand that will feed
Plant thy vengeance  with rival's seed


And with this most loathsome deed
Thee brewed thy own carotid mead
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Going Shakespearanish. I wrote a poem about Coriolanus a while back,
 but it was free verse  and I wanted to change it up a notch.

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Justin Bordner June 12, 2014 at 11:33 PM This poem is very rich in all the elements of a masterpiece, elegant language, eloquent moral and political philosophy, novelty, albeit within the bossom of a classic piece of ageless art, and you also have included sdnsuous metaphor to couple with sumptuous rhyme Riverbank. The first verse is most thought provoking to me, with the enchanting inquiry of, " For whom do thee bleed..." a soul question worth labored light of wisdom. Then the principles of leafetship are so wisely addressed. J.A.B.

Justin Bordner June 12, 2014 at 8:59 PM Continued...Ergo, not being familiar with his Art, some of the references elude my comprehension, but I am finding joy in imagining the meanings. Men's Mothers are most often the greatest mortal inspirations in their lives, I can attest to this solemnly. My Mother instilled a great combination of ferocity, wherewithal, and empathy in my heart, I am blessed. Some men truly are ruined or spoiled by their Mother's madness. J.A.B.

Justin Bordner June 12, 2014 at 8:51 PM Damn, that's wicked good poetry Riverbank! Being aself educated man I have to date chosen not to study any Shakspeare art, I have read a few decent sonnets of his, and of course I respect his language and wisdom. In my book collection I have a copy of Shakspeare's complete woks , though have not savored it yet, perhaps soon I shall. I do admire The Merchant Of Venice play, maybe you could write me something inspired by that art. J.A.B.