Oh! That we did not write like Owen
Meredith, all tellin', not showin'.
Lines full of Victorian inversion
are plain and simple ode per-verse-ion.
Painful paeans to the loss of trees,
words hand picked from elegies.
Do you write like this by choice,
in a cod-romantic poet's voice?
Please, oh please, desist in this,
some modern vernacular would be bliss:
Byron, Shelley and Keats are great,
their names preceded by 'the late'.
Consume, dear poet, the spirit of the age,
keep twee fairies off the page:
set your rhymes inside seedy bars;
write something featuring motor cars.
Comments
lenchenelf | March 25, 2010 - 09:03
Enjoyed, Dear sir, though my comment be burdened by antiquity :-)
tis not merely an inversion
when pen takes brief, but fond excursion
through poet trails on page or draft.
Contemporaries may deem them daft,
but sleuth may well reveal the craft
or mind of those who've gone before,
doodled in the days of yore.
Yet, heed the warning 'shown' in 'Tay'
'ware walking the McGonagall way.
Ewan | March 25, 2010 - 09:17
Ha, that's better than the poem!
celticman | March 25, 2010 - 10:30
Poetry is beyond me, but I get your sentiments, does that count?
Anna Marie | March 26, 2010 - 18:41
"set your rhymes inside seedy bars;
write something featuring motor cars."
I love it. You made me giggle. Kudos.
Great job,
Anna
Mangone | March 27, 2010 - 13:53
I wondered lonely as a brick
Why my master was in nick
He only wanted to get rich quick…
The jeweller’s window was too thick.
PhilS | March 27, 2010 - 14:15
I like it! It sounds great when I read it aloud, too. Thanks.
Mangone | March 27, 2010 - 21:09
A black guy pulls up in his car
Sez that he has travelled far
He’s looking for a seedy bar.
I sez Sorry cannot help you spar.
Surely there are some bars near?
Only chocolate ones I fear
I’ll take a couple - not too dear
Cheaper ones are over here.
How much is your lager mate?
These are cheap they’re out of date
They will do. I’ll take a crate.
Crates downstairs - can you wait?
Ain’t no rush - he said with a wink
So off I goes and gets his drink
When I get back he sez to me
Any chance of another three?
Cash or credit I asks him then
He asks me if I have a pen
Ok if I pay by cheque?
Ok if I phone to check?
Want some weed? he asks me next
Makes me just a little vexed
I grow my own - is my reply
Then he sez “You wanna die?”
The look on your face - he laughs
Paying in cash.