We were still free to dream,
however, a tax on any imaginative writing
that contravened the rules or regulations
for literary acceptability
or worse
were deemed counter-revolutionary.
In Poland, the last of the hold-outs
wrote odes to Chopin
but essentially all was well ordered and
compliant to the powers that be.
Now that Chinese is a compulsory language
for third graders
many have become re-programmers
for the old and recalcitrant,
but like all wrong-headed reactionaries
the old dwindle only to fade away
in disgrace.
All the false history books
have gone out of print.
Now we study the history of
our brave new world. It is
always sunny here in our
equally allotted cubicles.
Any misinformed die-hards
that wander the streets begging
us to return to the old ways
are quickly rounded up
and sent to our happy
and well attended
correction schools.
Chopin has now
been put on a no-fly list, but few
have heard of his dangerous sonata
or think of it at all anyway.
Categories:
contravened, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!
I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the gauge of perceptive beat the world to my hefty tongue
To put my name in writing like incises of poetry in unregimented times!
I will do this and all this because I can only be me but none else,
I will, “until the day go dead and shadows flee.”
Until the end of time!
I will hit it off from my cerebral lea to bleed my thoughts free
In and out of time until the day go dead and shadows flee
With unsettled fades like the concept of Elizabethan writer’s spree!
I will rail kachikau to unflustered bounds,
Where in prayer, peace, poetry and common grounds!
We slam our knotted pates until dawn deceases down to day
Where everything I wrote would stay!
But someday I shall be no more to contain your tears when you cry for my withered creeds,
So learn, understand and acknowledge a little bit of me!
Now, before day go dead and shadows flee!
Categories:
contravened, devotion,
Form: I do not know?
KUBLA KHAN
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round.”
But Kub forgot to apply for a planning and building permit
And it contravened the zoning ordinance’s remit.
The fire and safety guys said it was too big, and didn’t approve
The use of ice. They said in warm weather it will move.
The environmental lobby was up in arms at the waste of fertile land.
The river authority objected on pollution grounds: it was banned
So the “Dome” had to be scaled back in size
To about one tenth the original design unwise;
And had to be built of safer materials, low rise;
And located on infertile ground with no impact on water supplies.
It was finally erected on a brownfield site of disused steelmills in Pittsburg, a box
Measuring about 50 by 100 feet, and built out of concrete blocks.
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Note
Samuel Coleridge is probably rolling in his grave right now
Categories:
contravened, funny,
Form: Couplet
When you look at me what do you see?
For unto you my love is magnified.
But at times I don't feel worthy,
I stray away from your arms yet you still love me.
Sometimes I wonder how you look at me.
For unto your word I contravened.
But in my heart with you is where I want to be,
I know that I should have faith the size of a mustard seed.
But does that mean i shouldn't strive for more?
For the knowledge that i recieve from you makes my mind soar.
Why do I ask what you see?
Because you created me.
There is nothing seen or done by me that you don't already know.
So why am i acting like this a "one man show".
Categories:
contravened, faithlove, me,
Form: I do not know?
Once, bravery shrouded my face,
He took it, all of it in one night.
Shame replaced my dignity,
Valiant interchanged my fearlessness.
Suppressed cries; stifled pleas,
Deafening roars; physical manacles.
I wither away, waking up to a stranger,
Forcing his body against mine.
There was not a way to stop him,
For he was stronger than I,
I just laid there, barely lucid,
Having to take what was being done.
“No, please stop. No, I don‘t want to.“
“You like it. You asked for it.”
Nobody there to salvage me,
Alone with a monster; it felt like eternity.
Finally blacking out for the remaining assault,
Waking up, finding him touching me again.
Afraid for my life, I lay quiet, barely breathing.
He finally got up, and so did I …
Leaving nothing, but all of my goodness,
Leaving behind the notion of nobility.
I left behind my honor, and my valor,
Hoping one day, I’ll be able to restore …
What used to be me.
Categories:
contravened, history, introspection, loss, recovery
Form: Free verse