When and how
did we see chivalry last
or is it now
a thing of the past
and honour among thieves
is no honour at all
while beating my brains
against the wall
besting the dragons
at City Hall
am I wrong in thinking
it's my fight
or am I errant
as a roving knight
exhibiting gallantry
within a crowd
of apathy
indifferent
to the powers that be
outnumbered and outgunned
Sancho when needed oh where is he?
With apologies to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547 – 1616)
Categories:
cervantes saavedra, character, emotions, fun, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
"Scratch, Quills of God". Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Rhymes scream like cats and wriggle out of
my arms. Words hide and sick. The stanza’s end
comes to dead-end… Oh, devilish standoff
of plans and pens! The spirit leaves me and
unfinished sonnet bleeds. The crumpled piece
of paper and another one… Why would
I write at all? What in the hell is this -
an intellectual sick, a fad, a good
way to increase a self-esteem or just
a sublimation of repressed libido?
Or maybe I crave fame? A golden dust
in spotlights, Mr. Nobel, the tuxedo,
etcetera…
Alas, the cause is quite
conspicuous: a quill cannot but write.
7/4/2019
Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Categories:
cervantes saavedra, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Rhyme