When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows
scooped by shrew, mole, and vole.
Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech
as they swayed,
buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight.
Giddy rills gave voice to fritillaries
that flew to the sun or moon.
Words were idioms painted upon
the melodious leafage
of the up-risen and rising.
Then that shaggy brat
the primordial ape it grunted forth,
translating its gripey gut
through the clack of a creaky tongue.
Guttural and gregarious
it learned to babble and
belch an oral discordance.
It yapped and yawped,
yawped and yapped
until a spoken language
verbosely pivoted to prolix
polluting the very airy air.
Then it was
that a nascent poet boldly stood
rhyming would with could
until even the dumbest of his tribe
understood
and cheered him fit to bust
while the green grown world
with all its idiomatic kin
lost the will to express
as before
for the fluent earth again.
Categories:
verbosely, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Stern resolve, your oratory, spins a patriotic story
with strong, courageous, macho talk, somewhat at odds with how you walk.
A call to arms five times deferred; it was the option you preferred,
requiring someone BRAVE to face the chance of dieing in your place.
History shows you chose to go and pad your vast portfolio
collecting governmental fees from "Bean and Bullet" industries.
During 'Nam you chose to cower, money fueled your rise to power.
For lobbyists; the perfect ****. The coat tails of an idiot.
And now, with war, you've time to spend; picked up a gun and shot a friend.
Happy now; real men to lead, as long as there's no chance you'll bleed.
Off to Iraq, you've had your say, from one full continent away,
bravely practice your vocation, from an undisclosed location.
He does his leading from the rear, this man of action in the mirror,
To glory's beach verbosely storm, without that risky uniform.
A warrior, leader, wanna-be, the Chairborne ranger infantry.
A daffodil, its color fades, when placed between his shoulder blades.
Categories:
verbosely, political, satire
Form: Rhyme