Some new poems II

[Alexander III]

To Bigotry and Hypocrisy


Veiled with the mottled masque o’ye [/CENTER]

[Alexander III]

Ancient philosopher’s fruition left in despair
Priest’s obsession: burning minds bounty into repression[/CENTER]

[Alexander III]

Ode to Winter

Rokingly halls
Haggard bears from frigid slumber awake
Ur

[Buh4Bee]

To Bigotry and Hypocrisy


O’ grandiose, Sir bigotry and hypocrisy
Shall ye grace prosperous parliament’s ball
To feast upon famine in wealth’s enthrall
Glut upon crimson-delight within aureate cathedral
Retinues O’ gilded flies masque ye blatancy
Nature’s babe lived simple and savage, before bureaucracy
Ye vile fluent fingers ensnared dreaming adolescency
Man stands tall, a marionette upon ye stall

Ye shall not hook my soul unto ye villainy
Till final gasp I shant yield to ye sultany
Perpetuating corruption tis inherent to moral soul
Ye silver tongues slither trough mans whole
Golden paths: fame, power, fortune - ye accompany
Rise up, denounce and unmask this foul company
Perched upon their golden throne, rip the cancerous mole
Thus wise elders may rest free of such heathenry…

Beware for such a poesy of preach be
Veiled with the mottled masque o’ye

I liked the political idealistic nature of this poem. I particularly enjoyed the declaration of this line:

Ye shall not hook my soul unto ye villainy

It's good to think about the world in such black and white shades sometimes.

[Bar22do]

Alexander III, I read your new poems in a hurry... they are worthwhile a second and third reading... and I will get back to you as soon as I absorbed them a little better (and as soon as time allows), but I wanted you to know you are being read.

[Buh4Bee]

I also wanted to let you know that too. They are dense and on first read they appear worthwhile to read further. :thumbs_up

[neilgee]

I only had time to read the first one due to a calling bed and a sleeping pill that's begining to take effect as I type, but I was sceptical at first, then the poem began to draw me into another place through the archaic language and worked so well.

I liked the

[Buh4Bee]

Venture of Verse


To flow trough Eden’s heavenly verse
Truly a beauteous eternal curse
To glimpse such untamed beauty
Taunts- demented shrieks so perverse
To bear such daemons tis aeonian duty
Tempestuous chaotic passions brandish bootie
To behold such sights, Venus’s virgin beauty
Tis unfeasible to traverse fair so immerse

Laying dazed, perched upon sober sleep
A moments respite from temptations blight
O’ such longing to never want creep
Into the haunting depths O’ my deep
Dull hours, ooze hours, sloth slows flight
Banal monotony; force eager light upright
Venturing to savage passions, forsaking tame sheep
Glimmering golden invitations to dreads delight

Imagination O’ perfect gift of all creation
Waves of emotion spill forth from eyes agleam
Thousand thoughts entwine in tapestries elation
Birthing brightest force, cleansing crazed regime
O’ such perfection, mortality wields without navigation
Dammed in forbidden sea, reasons tyranny, tis no dream
Silver hope or loathsome despair tis innovation
Soul’s purity to shape scream or gleam

Life’s sweetest songs lay unheard
Greatest love felt, to that unknown
Lushest land so fruitful is unfound
Wildest visions of eternal ecstasy lay unseen
For dreams flow trough streams of kings
Untainted by nescient societies pollution
Motley streams run raw and pure
No longer prisoners O’ ye cerebellum

If I was simple in my mind,
Everything would be fine
If I was plain and boring
They would love me more- I’m left roaring
Within my gilded marble prison
Sweet simplicity, mighty heavens I’m imploring
Believed crazy, all inhumanity arisen
Cherubic intoxication my shrine of relief malign

To navigate in vast oceans of reason
Lost in such imaterium are space and time
A sublime second stretched into millennium, wild cohesion
Dream realities swirl in perpetual bliss divine
Virtuous spring youth having lived in minds chime
Hath reveled in life’s beauty; more true seasons
Than senile sheep obeisant to doctrine of swine
Thus Winter is only feared by vacant vine

O’ omniscient creator of all that be fair
Sole keeper O’ mans boundless question
Ye who taught foul and fair to scare
Feeble minded sheep into blind oppression
Omniscient omniscience rests not within skyward lair
It wanders the darkest depths O’ inner emotion
Ancient philosopher’s fruition left in despair
Priest’s obsession: burning minds bounty into repression

I'm sure many will reply to this poem, so I apologize for my feeble reaction.

I can't claim to make complete sense of this. It sounds like a lament of some kind or another, about which I have ideas but would prefer to leave the poem for others to interpret.

I don't care what others think, but the language, images and even rhyme structure work for me. It seems somewhat experimental in style.

My only complaint is it so long and sometimes seems like yelling or lamenting, but this is a personal preference and others may feel it enhances the poem. My poetry can sound whiny sometimes.

Morpheus is good at critiquing "male" poetry, as can be more prevalent on the forum than not. :crash: Did that come from me?

[Bar22do]

Ode to Winter

Rosy cherubs float in joy this morrow
Swooning down from heavens delicate plume
Merrily coating nature in velvet blanket pure
Apollo flees plain Olympus, beholding beauties boom
West winds dare not lark delight so sure
Satyrs forgo fairest nymph to see such season
Sweetest lyres lay lost, crisp melodies impair all reason
Garlands o’whispy vines dance under starry beams
Before natures marvel unblossomed lay
Now sprouting lush beauties in frigid gay

Man to behold not bare winter
Seasons frozen frost, fabled not felt
Fabling regal wolf in stride, silver fur
Gleaming- Ivory claws to gentle to melt
Floundering lovers bosom or baby goat
Tis not reality, frenzied beast hath felt
Lone lost child in blackened void o’forest belt
Ravaged innocence flows in steady streams
Upon fertile frozen ground, reapers iced claw
To petrify mortals upon eternal nights maw

Winter sweet gift o’knowing gods
An azure phoenix o’cleansed renewal unto land
Thousand wailing windows weep- greater vision
Innocent veins run dry- sacred scheme grand
Matters naught to wretched souls unable to envision
Joyous sorrows beyond their confined walls
Life is Death! from peasant falls to kingly halls
Haggard bears from frigid slumber awake
Unto nothingness, cub’s anguished tears wither
As life’s radiant orbs burst unto salmon hither


Your new poems are so densly inhabited! with images with emotions! (this seems to be representative of you, as is your classical verse)... they might be too difficult for me... but reading again and again I felt the rhythm and heard the moaning, even though you put forward beauty and joy (at least in this Ode), the whole took me in, efficiently. I only felt I would need a pint of stout ale to help my mind wander through... thank you for the experience!

[Alexander III]

thank you all for the comments!

Jersea yes that poem is rather hmm for lack of a better word obscure with its images and feelings. I was inspired to it after having read Shelleys "Retrospect" a poem which I imediatly adored but which to was rather obscure with its images and emotion, I must say that aspect rubbed of into my own poem. However I would love to also hear any form of interpretation you might have on it as I always enjoy hearing your opinions weather they are negative or positive.

And Bardo a pint of ale always helps clear the mind :D

[Buh4Bee]

My dear, it seems to me that you are not able to sleep peacefully, are experiencing distracting thoughts brought on by being a youth, and somehow these dreams can't be satisfied except through pen. When you do sleep, you dream, and maybe that only makes it worse. This is my immediate reaction...whether I know you or not does not matter, b/c I could be completely wrong.

[Buh4Bee]

Ode to Winter

Rosy cherubs float in joy this morrow
Swooning down from heavens delicate plume
Merrily coating nature in velvet blanket pure
Apollo flees plain Olympus, beholding beauties boom
West winds dare not lark delight so sure
Satyrs forgo fairest nymph to see such season
Sweetest lyres lay lost, crisp melodies impair all reason
Garlands o’whispy vines dance under starry beams
Before natures marvel unblossomed lay
Now sprouting lush beauties in frigid gay

Man to behold not bare winter
Seasons frozen frost, fabled not felt
Fabling regal wolf in stride, silver fur
Gleaming- Ivory claws to gentle to melt
Floundering lovers bosom or baby goat
Tis not reality, frenzied beast hath felt
Lone lost child in blackened void o’forest belt
Ravaged innocence flows in steady streams
Upon fertile frozen ground, reapers iced claw
To petrify mortals upon eternal nights maw

Winter sweet gift o’knowing gods
An azure phoenix o’cleansed renewal unto land
Thousand wailing windows weep- greater vision
Innocent veins run dry- sacred scheme grand
Matters naught to wretched souls unable to envision
Joyous sorrows beyond their confined walls
Life is Death! from peasant falls to kingly halls
Haggard bears from frigid slumber awake
Unto nothingness, cub’s anguished tears wither
As life’s radiant orbs burst unto salmon hither


This one is very negative. Are you saying Life is death?

The wolf eats the child:

Lone lost child in blackened void o’forest belt
Ravaged innocence flows in steady streams
Upon fertile frozen ground, reapers iced claw
To petrify mortals upon eternal nights maw

symbolically implying that death comes to all of us?

Life is Death! from peasant falls to kingly halls

You make a reference to he nonesense of death in life as there is a greater plan, but mortals can't see it?

sacred scheme grand
Matters naught to wretched souls unable to envision
Joyous sorrows beyond their confined walls

This is what I read and I like the message, but am not a huge fan of dogs biiger than beagles.