How cool to sway naïves unaware,
Cooler still, a man of ken fair,
Even a wall were I persist,
Not one— a half-wit puffed with air!
How pundits are plagued with spite’s tide,
Powerful with over-spilling pride,
Green horns nigh uninitiated,
Vexed, my verses had once decried.
One may from a croc’s jaws get free,
May sail across a maddened sea,
Wrap a cobra around his neck,
How hard to please one, fool that be!
Not so hard to get oil from sand,
Quench thirst off mirage in parched land,
Even to fetch a rabbit’s horn,
How hard to bring round a ham hand.
What fascinates: world’s attitude,
In other’s ill luck feeling good—
Schadenfreude and a Freudian glee,
How world’s today stuck with the crude!
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Tongue-in-cheek |06.05.2022|
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Categories:
bring round, life, world,
Form: Quatrain
With a slow and subtle prick,
Oh, how the blade doth tarry.
It cuts the heart to the quick.
Blind optimism cannot parry.
Wild shadows spring and dance;
Hope fades grimly nonetheless.
Without pomp and circumstance,
Its life slides into nothingness.
With gasps and groans it shudders.
Turning one last time to see.
Through waning tears it mutters,
“Have no pity you for me.
For after every dusk comes night;
Blackness into void seems drawn.
But, ever will the Force of Light,
Bring round a pure new dawn.”
Categories:
bring round, death, divorce, hope, pain,
Form: Rhyme