D'Verse is hosting it's weekly Poetics prompt, where
Kellie Elmore is hosting tonight. The prompt she offers is to write about something, anything of a Taboo nature. While normally I'd whip something up fresh and new, I thought I'd post a piece I wrote about a month ago as I think it fits tonight's bill fairly well. This piece got a bunch of reads, but only one person wrote something I could publish in the comments. I got a ton of comments though, which is the main reason I'm posting this tonight.
I love how Kellie wrote in her write-up that the worst mistake a poet can make is by playing it safe and worrying about what others think. I agree, and that said, if you disagree, or are offended by this piece, please leave a comment. I will post it, that is if it's respectful. I know the crowd at D'Verse and this really didn't need any mention, but I thought seeing the last batch with this piece there was a lot of crudeness and some downright vile responses, I'd just put it down.
Anyhow, I have no problem if you disagree, but I will not edit the responses to post it.
Those who read me regularly know that no subject is off limits, and taboo is just another word to me, so I really am looking forward to reading the other contributions.
Thanks again, and with the disclaimer and all, I'm sure many are itching to see what all the fuss is about, so without further ado:
First this piece is pretty straightforward. I've thrown in some references, but feel I don't need to explain them. They are historical in nature but I'm assuming they aren't strange to anyone. If so, I apologize up front- Ask me and I'll explain them.
Anyhow, I was reading a book about the 1800's. It's kind of a capsule of sorts, explaining the majority of major acts that took place throughout the world. It's, I believe 8 volumes. Anyhow, while reading this I got this idea. Well, not entirely. I've been disappointed with the way the world is heading, especially here in the states. It's not just disappointment- It feels like fraud. I don't need to go on any further, you'll get the drift in the piece, I'm sure of that. It will at times feel like a rant, well I'm hoping only one section does, as that was planned- for the rest- I hope not, but one can never tell.
One more sidebar before the Next to final act- Little bit of Vaudeville reference there- I used to be a staunch Republican. Almost all of my life. My family members are all Republicans, outside of my sister anyhow. Almost all of my friends are Republicans. Well I used to be one too. While I still believe in much of what the party stands for, I WILL NO LONGER categorize myself as belonging to any single affiliation. Lines have been crossed by both sides and I've found, as my personal situation has changed, both in Health and in Economy that I've been let down, and I'm not the only one- again another topic, but it ties in here. My eyes have grown wide, and boy are they seeing things from different angles these days. And what I'm seeing is scaring the hell out of me. If trends continue I'm scared of what just may come.
So today, well for a bit of time now actually, I've found myself agreeing to ideas that at one time I would have scoffed at. I find myself leaning in various directions, ISSUE dependent, not trusting the elected, and I think that's important, and much too simple to not be widespread. The days of blind trust in elected officials are gone. Believing in what's right, again depending on each issue independently. The days of Conservative Vs. Liberal are over with for me. I don't care about the pissing contests or the Boys Clubs. I just want resolutions. And not those that have been built in appeasing manners. The RIGHT ones are what matter. Anyhow, just had to get some of this off my chest.
Ok, enough of that. I may throw something political out from time to time, but nothing to this magnitude. Anyway, enough gibber-jabber:
I pity the fledglings
For the flagon’s dry
I pity the flesh
For irritants abound
Alieni Juris, we to you
Yet you take all from us
When lethargy comprises form. When Darkness boils from. Underground, back-lot shakes of sweat. Sui Juris, you rightfully decree. Yet in the process our keepers become our enemy.
Slingshot luck riddles corridors and passageways. Skin clings to bone, eyes widening not from surprise. Castes cut from tiers to two, the majority beneath the heels of the minor few. Direct correlation can be drawn, for inactivity, progression lacks; as desperation’s levee breaks, there’s but one direction for man to take.
At such a pace, the likelihood rises, of a return to 1848-
Indignation’s ogling gaze and flatteries of spite,
Moths, they do believe, hold steadier streams of light. Condescension builds acute ells, to which only ignorance cannot foresee the breaking dam to come. As each spill touches pavement hot, transformed are the meekest into Jacobin. A new reign I do fear, a terror through- led by, what some will deem Incorruptible while others will chip lips in their reference of, Dictateur Sanguinaire. Oh, how devolution collates scourge, when barrels bottoms satiate the tongue. And destitution lives, as the only savored cut of meat.
The days of errant Knights are gone to grave. The Ire of our ancestry- like shrapnel, surfaces the skin. Martyrs and sacrificial lambs, break first the line of finest thread. If such a straw even wrinkles atop the Camel’s back, I fear it’ll be Austria all over again.
Paupers, soiled spots of dark, hurriedly scamper through, crowds of disillusioned bodies bare, all to return, stale loaves to stave, the starvation of familial fare. But Détente will soothe some alms surface clean, while wheels of motion troll beneath. For the good of the people, a military state I fear repeats. Where bread thieves and rapists both, shot on sight. Some deserving, the others, mainly kids.
Bide time the rules will try. Ebbs in aggression will surely show. But in the time it takes for recognition, policing poached policy will be fibrously in stew. A quarantined society, looked down upon in view- composed of feeble flesh, pawn tickets still searing the broken hand, singed by lex loci delicti and Lettres De Cachet- a pigmentation of scurvy spawns distrust and lye.
A world where Habeas Corpus is written away, there’ll be no absolution for the poor or lost, in a world where only the rich and corruptible can stare out from their parapets, and let the wash dry off.
I pity the Henchmen
For their piece of the crown
I pity the Everyman,
For the salvation not found
Moats might fill the foxholes formed, to shelter the elected from their citizens. Metropolitans sophisticate and debonair, while their constituencies skitter beneath the grates with paranoid care. Tempers boil at what respect is not earned. Pin the peon by the tale, Cake-eaters regal in their generosity, press conferences held in New Times Square, where monuments hail the offering of lint. Yet they believe the lint shall offer sustenance, ignoring the screams, as death camps are built upon the tombs of our forefathers, rolling over now. Rations severed when ages seek. Running men will seek their stakes. And into the coliseum the Christians are sent.
Straps of leather draping chest
Shields of tin to protect
Blades of dignity shred
While the dignitaries cheer with approving bobs of head
Battle-bound are the children
The loser at the hands of brother or friend
The Winner separates forever from all of them
Tears stream the face of the victor, pausing in prayer
Yet the executioners, statesmen and leaders of men
Cheer the act, screaming while thumbs point below
I pity the hoodwinked
For scars birthed unseen
I pity the Well-wishers
For the Chrysalis has drowned
Politicians must unite, for it was we, the commoners that offered our faith, believing in each of you.
Your role is simple: To protect your people, to fight for what is in the best interest of the entirety. It makes little sense to favor any one part, when it’s the whole you should be taking account. Petty squabbles lead to hostaged hearts and threat-laced demands only breed disinterest and contempt.
Disband your addiction to greed. If millions of coin, still flow through your accounts, what does it matter if forgotten sums will shelter and feed your fellow man. So, it’s because you don’t like to be told what you can or cannot do. So, you claim you’ve earned the right to spit upon those who have helped build you become you.
Yet, what honor is there in casting blame, to previous holders of your seat and shame? What about dealing with the hands you’ve been dealt? What happened to our belief in you, this time, not dangling potential as a bargaining chip for another term? The days of sleight of hand have devoured enough. The camera tricks have blinded us. IT DOES NOT MATTER how spectacular your Oratory skills impress.
You both, each and all, have let us down.
You’ve quarreled on the largest stage.
Your stubbornness has debased a people.
Our disappointment runs much farther than any one woman or man or any particularity of view.
Our disappointment is bi-partisan. Grow up. Lead. Listen intently. Instead of aiming for compromise, act creatively. Act productively. Cast aside the barterers tongue. Cast aside how a decision may help or harm future campaign funds.
Remember the Oath’s you all took and live up to each of them.
If you fail you fail, but for crying out loud TRY.
And remember, there is much more at stake here than the egos of you and your crones.
So you stood your ground, yeah you’ve shown them.
WHO? WHO exactly have you shown and WHAT?
It’s all pathetic, childish and reprehensible, especially when the ground is swelling with the freshly dead.
Sacrifice should be apportioned
Sacrifice should not be equal
Those with the most to spare
Should be the ones to loosen the noose
Around those who’ve not enough as is.
If this trend continues
Drifting at the present current
If this incompetence speeds forth
Don’t assume the next in line will save the day
As they may simply fill the vacancy and choose to
Act in entitlement- Snubbing their noses at the suffocate
Solve ills now
Work together, as a whole- you don’t need to have a beer at the pub. You don’t need to attend each other’s children’s recitals; you don’t have to like each other, Hatred is fine. Just resolve this discombobulated mess.
There are no parties where I’m concerned
There is but the ethical, the moral, and the just
But, I fear that if this trend continues
History may repeat itself
I have no hope. I have no trust
Prove your worth. Prove yourselves
All of you, and start now and own your role
Piss off a few lobbyists. Renege on the “internal politics”, those promises and assurances, that you granted your funders, your benefactors. Simply tell them times are much different now, things are bigger than what you want, deserve.
Show us, that even an unknown voice
Show us, that even the mute
Have as strong a say as each of you.
Offer possibility.
Knees on floor
Here is your church
Here is your steeple
Open the doors-
And SEE your people
They are looking upstairs
We are saying our prayers
Yet-
I FEAR
Hope is but the Coat of Arms
For the Damned
It’s easier to feel terrified
When threats are constant
It’s easier to be scared
When feet won’t allow the throats air
If the present becomes the future
I fear Caron will appear
And tokens will be everywhere
