I’m bored and curious, so here’re two poems for your collective perusal–both of my own devising. They’re available for comment, query, ridicule, but not (being copyrighted) for appropriation. Alternatively, this thread could serve as a general personal poetry showcase, if people are so inclined, those poems being available for comment, query, etc. Whichever; here ya go:
Gale
Dorothy’s surrendered to the wages of the world–
The beauty of Oz has faded,
The Emerald City is just a city,
Her slippers nothing more than tinted tin.
Perpetually thirteen, Dorothy was
Never meant to find love, or to know
Fulfillment of her secret crush
On the melancholy scarecrow king.
When she set out finally on her own,
Having lived in fantasy so long,
She could not recognize bandits
Or tell the kindness of familiar strangers…
So, thinking of her scarecrow,
She lied to every friendly face
In frightened self-defense.
“No motives can be trusted
In the mortal world,” she thought.
“Not theirs or his or mine.”
And caution swept away the last
Of Dorothy’s magic,
Transfiguring her Ozmic wonderland
To bits of sticks and straw.
All she remembered after that
Was having dreamt of powerful winds.
The Nature and Causes of America’s Virtuous
I have the wealth of nations at my feet.
My understanding of the world
Leaves no place for love, anymore–
No love but the love of pretty things.
I have stepped into the virtual body politic.
I am a day trader bidding on the American dream.
Community is a zero-sum game,
Family are those individuals
Upon whom you will lavish gifts.
This is why we put up gates and barriers.
The relationships between wealth and virtue
And poverty and sin have transmigrated:
Connotation, correlation, constitution.
We are able, now, the children of Puritans,
Raised on plantations,
To see the judgments of our Calvinist god.
We are duty-bound to carry His message
From marketplace to marketplace.
We mingle impulses, offering salvation
In capital and futures and the Ivy League,
Coaxing plastic wafers into the throats of pilgrims,
Proselytizing to the stupid and the blind.
We are Americans, and we are patriots–
Ours is a special dispensation.
We are free to spend what money we have
In pursuit of status or distraction,
Ascension to heaven or relief from hell.
The wealth of nations at my feet,
I understand the obsolescence of love.
Its effect cannot be measured by economists.
©2000, Gadarene
Thank you, enjoy the buffet; I’ll be here all week…