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I wanted to try both types of the Rispetto form. The first one is 11 syllables
and the second is 8. I know the Iambic tetrameter is not perfect.
Ignorance fails to hear a heart's silent cry,
when love is seen as collateral damage.
Even Tuscan sunsets cannot help tears dry,
when insults leave behind unwanted baggage.
Oh Cupid, why are you such a blind buffoon,
firing arrows like gunfights in a saloon.
Do romantic battles of mortals amuse,
or do modern day relationships confuse?
Cupid the mischievous brat,
saw him trying to kiss my girl,
told him I'd make his brains go splat.
He just pranced in a merry twirl.
As he aimed arrows at my heart,
I threw at him an archer's dart.
I said: "There's something you should know."
I've got Robin Hood's famous bow!
Philosephers have asked the question
"What happens when an unstoppable object
is aimed at an unmoveable object?"
Many years I have looked at the intention
of content looking for answers what it meant
wondered what conflict
could bring such an event
where only gods could contend
and cause a decent
stretching the limits of possibility
to incomplete
But scense gods are involved
it's not physical but spiritual
Some look for the word Imperical
But the word I sudgest is Empirical
All this just to prove
it is Imperical after all
A moving object can move
at the command of god
Being like a bullet leaving a gun
or it can rotate like the
earth around the sun
Or it can ricochet
without loseing it's speed
Be the shape of infininty
the number eight with a lean
So what happens when the unstoppable
meets the unmoveable?
The answer is they merge
The unstoppable object goes
into the unmoveable continueing
at the same rate of speed
Either in a circle, ricocheting off the sides
or the image of infinity
To some this has occured
to others it is unavoidable
in the future
The unmoveable is what God has created
The thing He gave to Adam. Job and Moses
sent down by decree
But He also sent the unstoppable force
He is the Messiah
for both you and me
And he will live in the immovable
forever
spoiler-this might get a bit sarcastic
so an easy off the cuff comment
Lets break it down
so What's is a broken what is
so worried about my cares
you made it shorter than it was meant by one letter
The now so this is aimed at you reading as well
so you know what the means
so next you used a word you have no understanding of its meaning
Matter
now i have to play Holmes
is it the matter that makes up my physical substance
have i changed shape
have i become less significant
do i look like i a considering something
punching my hand out the back of your head
with wait till i get to you
now with you
so what now your an accompliment to my pain
Am I in the middle of a possesion
And finally
the you now is that ewe a single sheep(still think it should be a shoop)
so what i am upset and you want to talk about sheep
or is it the you as in me
so suddenly forgotten my name
Nope
smiled which held the
screaming F$$K off back
I took the force of it again today
A curled formed fist from powerful limb
Planted on cheek in full fledged force
Rendered with frustrated frenzy
And me the punch bag
I took the torrent of ugly words today
Aimed just for me like poisonous arrows
That infiltrate and destroy the soul
And humiliate my tortured mind
I took it all without a word
I took the weight of unwanted lust today
Upon my meagre violated body
Forced against will to serve base needs
Instilling hurt and sanguine pain
Contaminated and used
I bore the agony of excised pain today
That went beyond the barrier of suffering
Of no desire and mutilation
Taken without assent and free will
Now void of feeling and of worth
I had to marry an old fat man today
And take glib vows at tender age
Lost now the age of child-like innocence
No time to play, no time to feel free
Just subjected and servile
I carry the marks of abuse today
Of contusion and mental confusion
Of pain, depression and low self esteem
Of humiliating indignity
And permanent scar
(This is a fictional poem)
You lost your family and you have your gun aimed at your head.
You don't want to go on living, you'd much rather be dead.
You are in a lot of pain as tears roll down your cheeks.
You think you can't face a future that seems so bleak.
But I'm telling you as a friend.
This doesn't have to be the end.
When your family died, it broke your heart and your spirit.
I tried to say words that could comfort you but you didn't want to hear it.
You think you are all alone but that isn't true.
You still have me and I'll always be there for you.
If you pull that trigger, you will end it all.
In my eyes that would make you very small.
What you need to understand is that there's a silver lining in every cloud.
You just handed the gun to me and you have made me very proud.
I was flying down the highway, at a mighty rate of knots
The white posts flashing past me just a blur
Off home to my girl friend, for whom I had the hots
When out on to the road there came this cur
I made a swerve off to the right, just as he did the same
I made a quick adjustment, when he changed
He was ducking and a weaving, as if it was a game
I knew then that my future was arranged
The two wheels on the driver's side, were six inches in the air
Fighting with the wheel to get them down
A prayer flashed through my mind, get me out of here I swear
Promise I will go to Church next time in town
A tree I did not see coming, branches aimed right at the screen
I knew then that my life had reached its end
Thinking of the places, it would be better to have been
I knew that I would never take the bend
I felt no pain I looked around, knew Whoopi was somewhere
Hoping She would get me through the gate
I could look forward to a future, full of happiness, no care
I would never more have trouble on my plate
I knew things were not going well, when Whoopi did not come
In her place a smiling very young George Burns
He looked me in the eye and said, this is not your home
Some folks have to go back to take more turns
He was gone before I realised, I was there all alone
The clouds and pearly gates, it seemed were gone
In their place a handsome doctor, and nurses in white gowns
I had the strangest Déjà Vu, so bring it on
My memory was fading fast, the world seemed very new
My bum got smacked, I yelled out in surprise
I suppose I did the other things, that newborn babies do
Looks around at all the people, and then cries
They gave me to my mother, she held me oh so tight
Even gave my dark damp hair a little curl
But it was the next bit, where I really got a fright
Welcome to our happy family, baby girl
"Alienation"
Burning through the atmosphere
a diamond hugs herculean, demanding, meteoric,
fast like a sharp spear aimed at Zion in the
obsidian night sky deep, so vast, dotted here
and there with other anaemic diamantés
twinkling, then dimming, as if in despair,
they don’t shine as bright
nor so fair,
this immolator is without peer
Lion of Judah, presence felt near.
A shooting star into the stratosphere?
Leaving a blistering debris trail in its wake.
A Sonic Boom breaks through the veil
sends out sound waves, touching, feeling,
slightly off-rail
sends out a Revelation heralding
resounding eardrum shattering tear -
KA-BOOM!
just like some glamour chick’s walked into the room
in 6 inch killer stilettos,
curve hugging deep velvet
the sub-level indigo blues,
shaking everything in the place
slams the door, her audience now captive
is frozen in place, tittering amongst themselves,
“Here’s something new”;
the world awakes to
crushed violets, heliotropes, shell pinks, eggshell pale blues;
she rises above him
he lifts his face.
Arrival in this
AlienNation
no Ocean, a barren place
Holding pattern and station.
Her vessel lands with a thud,
breaks the bedrock, dirt
she steps through the portal
away from it all, she’s escaping
this asylum,
it’s not evolving, it’s not birth
a re-entry of sorts,
a vacuum sucking back down to
Deadly Earth.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ Dec 2017)
(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEfqTlKPqfI
Earth has not anything to show more dread or drear
And reckless would he be of soul to venture by
A tragic scene gut-wrenching in its travesty
This city now doth fully its mourning weeds wear
From a shocking afternoon filled with siren blare
Open to violent threats,aimed to terrify
Kids,tourists,passers-by,police and medics cry
In defiance,not broken in the pain soaked air
Never did the sun more glaringly drench and steep,
With her lancing rays, face,window or reflection
Ne'er saw I,never ever felt trauma so deep
River flowing by,blind to this vile aggression
Good God!The very House was locked in nightmarish sleep,
All that mighty city then and there racked with tension.
Daughter if you only knew, the nights I stayed awake
fighting fears and shadows, all for your sake
Through every storm and raging tide, I aimed to shield your light
built your strength, dear daughter, giving my all each night
You may not need me anymore, but my love stays true
I hope one day you'll walk right back through
For I'm always here if you’re feeling blue
a piece of me - forever loving you
As the years unfold, you drifted far from home
words once sweet can bring a tear, heart can ache alone
But the bond we have will never break apart
in the quiet moments, I feel you in my heart
Those sunny days, just me and you, laughter in the air
I did the best I could, and wished for more to share
Through hard times, I held on tight, trying to understand
how I could be the Mum and Dad, just doing what I can
Now you’re a Mum, with little ones to raise
life can be so busy, each moment filled with praise
I understand it’s hard, to find just a little time
but as the years roll on, I wish we were more aligned
No matter how far or wide you roam
please remember I once was home
I’ll be here waiting, holding you in my heart
you were my first born, sunshine from the start.
You may not need me anymore, but my love stays true
I hope you know there’s a piece of me, forever loving you.
Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019