I’ve been behind, but I explained that earlier, that I’m keying more on the novel and so, have to play catchup here. This means I tend to pick forms which are easier for me to formulae a poem. In this case, I had the insane idea to do a chant royale, probably the most difficult since not only is it 60 lines having one rhyme of 18 different rhymes, I also tend to make my chants iambic. Okay, the poem below; I feel the need for speed...which movie was that quote from? Why Top Gun of course...hope this uplifts the quality of the poetry being blogged.
Below, as is typical, I outline what each stanza is all about; with longer poems, it helps keep me on track and in this case, allows me to detail the poem easier.
06 February 2012 - Relation - chant royale
There’s idols made each every other day,
they sing, they dance, they’re good at playing the game,
no light, no light, they think I’m fucking fey;
the riddles wind about each choice restrained
but judges we are all so judged we be.
There’s never much for others left to see
though spotlight’s heat has seared the living cords,
and sometime blood we bleed still drips from swords;
kicked down the stairs and humbled by the fall,
what winners win are dressed in cheap awards––
no dream, no dream, relation chooses all.
They’ve spun the words, they’ve tilted tops and say,
they pray and only one right way, they claim
there’s rules, there’s rules, and more still on the way
though lightning frocks they wear have been defamed;
what right hands do when left hands can’t agree
is spill the blood on altar's feigned decree.
Don’t light my fire or dare to think I’ve bored
between the wine and stone where tablets stored,
a litany of golden calves recalls
a barbecue of riblets Adam whored;
no dream, no dream, relation chooses all.
Two ladders lift with lofty reach today,
and no small feat, their height can’t be explained;
American dreams and churches front displays
of brand new grandeur where mere words are blamed
and rungs of wood carved steps of faith for free,
then closed the ears to cries of those in need;
climb higher, higher––there’s so many shores
to reach and breach, to force and re-adore.
Don’t hesitate, don’t instigate, don’t call––
the truth is come and words won’t be ignored;
no dream, no dream, relation chooses all.
Two sticks attached and slung at odds still prey
upon the minds and hearts of those whose aim
turned blindfold’s kiss into a soul’s decay
with thorns while lashes lace and bones exclaim
there never was a taller leafless tree
that held the world’s blood at Calgary;
no tears, no tears but one still cried and poured,
he begged forgiveness even though we swore
no kingdom come, no will be done, time stalled
and choking back the dust of birth before
no dream no dream relation chooses all.
The safety net beneath the idol sways,
religion’s bottom fills with shit and stains,
there’s rot in wood the world seeks to stay,
but no way can you take it with you reigns.
When shovels bite and bury dreams in pleas,
then look behind and fall from rungs’ marquee;
surrender never looked so good restored.
Go deep to mine a wealth of souls accord,
all ladders reach from depths to which you’ve crawled
and finding nothing but an end you’re floored;
no dream, no dream, relation chooses all.
Uplift the man and fall from grace brings forth
the inside view of how religion scored.
When rules beget what pride has scried and scrawled;
when ends become beginnings; bar the door,
no dream, no dream, relation chooses all.
02-14-12
1.=american dream
2.=religion
3.=ladders to each
4.=the cross
5.=no safety net for the last ladder
Envoi = relation vs religion
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