G (R.I.P.)
Mother Nature and Father Time have come to conceive
An oblivious era, swallowing us entirely
Gone is the ability to accept inevitability
Wispy white hairs and facial folds
Once represented a certain stature
Wise, sunken eyes would silently advise,
Begin life with one innocence, end with another,
Remembering to age gracefully along the way.
Those same eyes, now shamelessly critiqued
For absurdities, dark circles
Crowe’s feet
Unappreciated blooms of knowledge
Amongst bushes of experience
Garden of anecdotes
Now all that can be seen is crabgrass and dandelions
Waste
Waiting to be pulled
Out from Society’s lawn
Tossed next to last week’s milk carton
Expired
Gone is grandpa and gone is Grace
Stabbed in the back by the syringe of youth
Introducing a new generation
Pliable Age, Permeable Character
Mother Nature and Father Time have come to conceive
An oblivious era, swallowing us entirely
Gone is the ability to accept inevitability
Wispy white hairs and facial folds
Once represented a certain stature
Wise, sunken eyes would silently advise,
Begin life with one innocence, end with another,
Remembering to age gracefully along the way.
Those same eyes, now shamelessly critiqued
For absurdities, dark circles
Crowe’s feet
Unappreciated blooms of knowledge
Amongst bushes of experience
Garden of anecdotes
Now all that can be seen is crabgrass and dandelions
Waste
Waiting to be pulled
Out from Society’s lawn
Tossed next to last week’s milk carton
Expired
Gone is grandpa and gone is Grace
Stabbed in the back by the syringe of youth
Introducing a new generation
Pliable Age, Permeable Character
Once existed a concept of Courtesy
Which eventually became extinct
Only one descendent remained
Known simply as Respect
A righteous believer he was
With a firm ethic code
Honor was his pride, value-his joy
Still, his demise came too soon
More ironically than not,
When his trusted neighbor was found coveting his wife
Inside the house that was their home
A heart attack was born, ending the good man
Taking dignity and shame with him as well
She spit on his grave with no regrets
Glad to end her old fashioned ways
Through daily filth we sift
To find a trace of what once was
The slightest bit of evidence
To prove decency is no myth
They say there was a leader
Who, through honesty gained support
Virtue and sincerity ranked high
Far above scandals and schemes
Grounded in principle, he created stability
Moral unity throughout
But society always boasts a rebel
Who wrongfully resists
Ill fates were unforeseen
An assassination, annihilation of Mr. Integrity
Making way for all things repulsive
Call Girls, and rigged elections alike
Ceaseless wars fighting for
Democratic dictatorship
Outlandish becomes ordinary
And everything else turns to dust
To find a trace of what once was
The slightest bit of evidence
To prove decency is no myth
They say there was a leader
Who, through honesty gained support
Virtue and sincerity ranked high
Far above scandals and schemes
Grounded in principle, he created stability
Moral unity throughout
But society always boasts a rebel
Who wrongfully resists
Ill fates were unforeseen
An assassination, annihilation of Mr. Integrity
Making way for all things repulsive
Call Girls, and rigged elections alike
Ceaseless wars fighting for
Democratic dictatorship
Outlandish becomes ordinary
And everything else turns to dust
In an age of minute rice, and fax machines
Time was heroically saved by Technology
Quality Of Life disappeared along the way
And somewhere in between
Instant Gratification was appointed
Commander In Chief
Patience fled the country shortly afterwards
For fear of execution
Reassuring himself along the way
“It’s now or never…now or never”
3 comments:
great intro and outro. the theme was both clear and beautiful in both. but the middle two got slightly unclear but had such nice wording and lines that it was enjoyable throughout. congrats on the poem!
I also love your style of diction. There seems to be large shifts in tone throughout the poem. It goes from ethereal to blunt and so on. Did you want this to occur? Also, the poem goes from speaking in generalities to the grandfather in particular. While the first part is beautiful, it doesn't seem neccessary for the poem's idea. I loved it, great job!
It's interesting to see how from one event (regardless of its actuality) you're able to derive various criticisms and observations about the world that surrounds it, while carrying a point with it. It also seems that it takes quite dramatic events to outstep routine and point out in self-reflection (a diseased one in this case)whereas in usual circumstances where "Through daily filth we sift" it is not the case--or, perhaps, "minute rice" has caused massive mental indigestion.
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