Short Puritan Poems
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Puritan poet John Milton
a scrivenor's son from London
He made a mark with Paradise Lost
going blind was an early cost
John Dryden son of a country squire
as a puritan poet was not for hire
A virtuoso saturist quite a lot
losing the laureateship when his religion did stop
Whither thou goest?
Thy wither showest.
Ruddy in pigment,
but a wee figment.
In bas relief,
exceedingly brief.
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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's Our Puritan Mentality
Every life is a death sentence
It always ends with departure.
That end can be sudden or slow
Unexpected or predicted
Which camp do you belong to?
The Puritan with its memento mori
Or the Cavalier with its carpe diem
The former looking to eternity
The latter to every moment
As if it were the last.
Picked a stray hair
from between his teeth, and she
sighed contentedly.
[I know. Cheeky! But it wiggled its way into my head last night, and couldn't go on without writing it down, naughty as it is. Anyone with puritan constitutions, look away! Look away, now! :) Probably should have held it until someone sponsored a naughty haiku contest. Plus, the categories here are so limited.]
just
want
to
say
thank
you
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart
for
the
relentless
puritan
work
ethic
that
you
beated
into
our
ancestors
heads
when
coming
upon
this
land---
for
it
has
kept
me
swinging
with
both
fists
clenched
in
the
struggle
to
pummel
all
of
your
oppressive
&
self-
righteous
ways
to
a
bloody
pulp
until
my
last
breath.
silhouette
shadows in a lake
flower flutter
in a breeze
the dream ends
an imaginary world
appears
a greenwood pond
secluded
a lark sings
simple&divine&puritan
softly&joyful
convincing upright
truth will out
is anything ever true
a howling wind
the window closes
thereafter
goodness
diligence
prevails
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
SATISH VERMA
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