Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Ode To The Seldom Sung

*If you have yet to read Bludgeoning Bleam, I recommend doing so first. This poem is a sequel to that poem.

Help!

And I never again and lolligan,
Though a yobbering world I live.
I, in my jobycan pleasures will always delight,
Though an expected smile shared, I misgive.

"Tis the life!"
"Tis the 'J's which you always of dreamed!"
"Knew ye not smiles shared were passed else?"

No, I knew. Yet I clamored still onward.
The divine word.
The divine letter commenced in my name.

For a promise I'd 'made.
An oathstone I'd laid.
"And the bludgeoning heart ne'er again."

For 'laughing', I mused, always starts with an 'L'.
But 'Joy' with the jobycan 'J'.
And though I forget all the poems I've writ,
May I always remember my name!

In a brave new world, I've fought and I've learned
No one's brave and nothing is new.
And world? Will pass, will leave nothing behind
But the Brave. But the New. But the Few.

So a brave old world, I'd have thought to be light.
To bring new to New was a hell of a fight.

To bring old to New, but a fight twice as this?
A fighter, no battle afeared.
But I find my old weapons are strangely amiss

And the Duchess has taken my beard.

For 'laughing' I choked, always startes with an 'L'.
Does the old world have room for a 'J'?
The rhymes have been taken. In silence. In rain.
If I could only
Remember...


Bludgeoning Bleam

In the heart was you stabbed oh my bludgeoning bleam
And you never again shall attain.
I, a forlorn decision has finally is
And the bludgeoning heart ne’er again.

When at first, oh you bludgeoning bleam did appear
Carried with you a lolligan love.
Told me squaggins and squizzies covered up and disguised
By the beauty forementioned above.

Me, I ate and partook and becudgeoned and and
Well I thought I'd expudgeoned the margins.
Alas! You, the bludgeoning bleam be the same
Who created the bludgeoning fargins!

In the heart! Was you stabbed! Oh my bludgeoning bleam!
For a blistering bandcock are ye! 
And a compligant, trutamic kick in the bants
Conversed self to a jombilant jestic.

Joh! Jhe jappily jobycan jinplan-jables jare jhe jery jicostic jaymerry!
In the jeart was I jabbed with a jambicant jostle
And I never again and lolligan. 




**A sequel to this poem is posted here.