a colour blindness
without patronization
rock and roll my king
listening to its vinyl
long before the video
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Categories:
patronization, race,
Form: Tanka
I so badly wanted to write a poem
A love poem that is
But thoughts of you, yes you, you dushe-bag stopped me
Your slimy comments “did she write that for a she or a he?”
“Gosh you know I always question her sexuality”
Dimmitt you don’t even have the guts to come up to me and ask me
So I could tell you that it’s none of your business and get it over and done with
I wanted to let my pen make love to my paper in the rhythm of my muse
Wanted to describe love as the most desirable feeling ever felt
Wanted to write about how with love the stone called anger melt
How love turned grudges into kindness
After writing that poem I would have felt like a karate kid with a black-belt
I wanted to pour out my thoughts about love, a feeling so bliss
A lover’s kiss
That tasted more like chocolate, Swiss
But you just had to come into my mind and disable my ability to write it
All I just wanted was to write a poem and share it
Accept questions on it, no interrogation
Share our thoughts and criticism, no patronization
You know what, I’ll write this poem anyways, and here it goes:
L-O-V-E
Categories:
patronization, feelings,
Form: I do not know?
Beckoning forward, then muting purpose with placid expression;
Courting favor, but scorning gratuity with nobler accession.
Reconnoitering all, yet countenancing none in stolid derision;
Regaling commoners, but transcending all menial patronization.
Subtle smile endears, but spurns all gratification;
Distant stare, onerous repression or dark depression?
All encompassing view, mistrusting miser or prating courtesan;
Stoic posture, exalted position or callous condition?
Frugal appearance, an inner recession or outward confession;
Folded arms, trite convention or cultivated abstention?
Enshrouded by cumbersome shadows or serene accommodation;
Transfixed, eternal matron; or transparent, antiquated apparition?
DATE: November 1, 2010
Contest: Why oh Why
Sponsored by Constance~ A rambling poet
by: Stephen Parker
Categories:
patronization, art
Form: I do not know?