January fifteenth, old man winter’s biting breath
Stinging, stinging and then…the ringing
Ringing ‘cross my conscious breadth
Yammering, clamoring…for my death
Poe’s long lost lover…now back for more
Undesired, uninvited…mortiferous Lenore
February tenth, Hell’s bells will not yield
Pealing, pealing, sheer madness dealing
Dealing torment; no defense to wield
No bulwark, rampart…guardian shield
On twilight’s long fingertips…reanimated lore
“Together forever”…spoke a smiling Lenore
March twentieth, “What is this hexing?”
Whining, whining, ‘t is relief I’m pining
Pining always; each hour most vexing
The sun has gone black, I brood perplexing
At midnight’s hour…I pace well worn floor
Her song inharmonious…fiendish Lenore
April nineteenth, and the bells still yet toll
Squealing, squealing, no hints of healing
Healing to me - mute, yet spoke on distant knoll
Or in the tattered chambers of my melancholy soul
I vainly search for key that unlocks my prison door
And upon each opening stands…unpitying Lenore
May thirtieth, the anguish embedded
Dinging, dinging, her gross, unhinged singing
Singing, nay howling it goes on abetted
A tune she knows well, it is never forget’d
Prayers and entreaties, to the heavens galore
Intercepted and shredded…calculating Lenore
June seventeenth, “the band marches on”
Wailing, wailing, with my sanity sailing
Sailing to sunset, calm waters e’er gone?
Will flute rendered on high greet every new dawn?
I’m locked in the clutches of a pain-giving whore
A sobriquet penned with the poison...Lenore
July eighth, finds my mind torn to tatters
Roaring, roaring, Oh God! My soul needs restoring
Restoring my interest in trivial matters
The windy flight of a bee as the flower petals scatter
Yet each moment I fantasize ‘bout squaring the score
My mistress embraces…God Damn You, Lenore!
August third, metaphorically, “the end of my rope”
“Eeeeeeee, Eeeeeee,” my sole destiny?
This anguish unique with unspeakable scope
Do mine eyes deceive ‘t is the mast of ship hope?
To Poe, unmet friend, whose tales I adore
Nevermore, nevermore…please take back…your Lenore
Hey WoeToPoe,
ReplyDeleteDid you write this:
Modern humankind, which spread itself around the globe in earnest beginning 50 to 60 thousand years ago "never" would have survived had they not adopted a concept of working together to achieve necessary goals. The industrial age, beginning circa 1770, began to perniciously nibble away at that concept as a mere handful of tycoons and tyrants convinced the masses over time that "they too" could live in the mansions within the expansive estates if only they would adhere to the Horatio Alger paradigm and "pull themselves up by their bootstraps." Of course, these "monied monsters" were also simultaneously "buying" politicians and doing everything humanly conceivable to make it damn near impossible for "the unwashed" to join their ranks. Herbert Spencer and Charles Graham Sumner, "Gilded Age provocateurs" were highly quoted and popular proponents of "Social Darwinism," which invoked exactly the scenario this article speaks of. "Every man (and woman) for themselves. Given the immense problems facing humanity's continued existence, this type of parochial reasoning will simply lead to the extermination of our species in a time frame much more expedient than had mankind "aped" his antediluvian predecessors and actually worked together to survive. In the not to distant future, the guy with the "40oz." in the alley, and the "fat cat" with the custom wine cellar will be equally dead...victims of a manner of thinking that is now ingrained in the minds of many around the planet.
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I really like it.
Sean
PS sorry that I posted this as a comment on this post, but really didn't know how else to contact you.