Commit Poetry: "Overhead."

November 30, 2022 in Poetry, Writing

A million years ago (well, a decade or two in the past) I often felt compelled to commit Poetry. Just for me, see? Very little to share here, except, perhaps, for a few forays into Occasional Poems—poems for someone’s birthday or some such. Whichever, wherever, those and other private poems came from a place of listening, which evolved into the urgent need to share what I had heard through words written and tangible. The need to commit Poetry, for me, dictates a crunching up of words, a need to ask myself what I am listening to, or just have listened to, or have listened to enough that the thoughts demand attention. A while ago I shared my poetic thoughts on the Seven Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins. Today it’s … Overhead:

The Disastrous Septet Concludes with Wrath and Sloth

August 06, 2019 in Poetry

So what’s left? We’ve visited the villages of Greed Hollow and Gluttony Gorge, had a picnic on Envy Green, toured the Palace of Pride, and looked around the Land O’ Lust. Our tour continues with a quick stop on the Isle of Wrath, followed by a very slow trek through the Slough of Sloth. Happy Trails!!!

Two More of Those Seven Deadly Sins

July 19, 2019 in Poetry

As we wait for a few of the Virtues to, please, show themselves, we shall continue looking further at The Sin-ly Septet. It seems, as noted previously, lying is not a sin. In the same way courage and bravery don’t seem to meet the Virtues Threshold. Which, one might think, would make them easier to attain for un-saintly politicians. Mental fodder to chew over as we consider the next two transgressions in our Pantheon of Immoralities: Pride and Lust.

Pride

What on earth is wrong

With having the best?

I’m not at all bragging.

It’s a statement of fact.

I do not need or require

Your presence to know

Where I stand, what I am,

How I am, where you stand

In relation to me and my

Station, I earned it,

Entitled, a bit, but not

Being snobbish, just

Truthful.

Better is better.

And best is best.

What can I say?

Lust

I need flesh, I mean

Luscious flesh,

Young skin, please

Younger I said,

To touch,

To take me in

Thrust and thirst

And thrust and Thrust

Who are you who you are

Is consequential-less,

Consequence-less

You are there for me.

Orifice to satisfy

Except

That’s all? That

Was it? I mean

Maybe over there,

The other flesh

Will be the one

Yes I must have

The other flesh

To thrust and Thrust

Except

I mean

Is that

All?

When

Enough?

Those Seven Deadly Sins

July 11, 2019 in Poetry

I rarely commit poetry these days. However, something in our current zeitgeist filtered through the Erato mist, and I found myself, almost unbidden, using verse to try and come to terms with all the anti-truth that every day dribbles through our consciousness.