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In My Defense
by Scott Allan Tacke
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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After a close friend recently described my poetry as dark and pessimistic, I couldn't help but pen this personal rebuttal. Always challenged by more and more unique and/or complex rhyme-schemes, I chose to rhyme both the first and the last words of each line (quite a daunting effort) This is not yet complete (it needs a re-write and some polishing) but I wanted to see what you thought first.

In My Defense


“Hear ye, we shall adjourn now in the Court of Mass Appeals.
“Comes now, defendant, who has waived all plea-bargaining deals.
“Allegedly, he’s misanthropic, skeptical, and mad;
His published poems only painting people being bad.
“Through allegory he has shared this pessimistic view
Of life as pain, and human goodness, rare, if not untrue .
“His diatribes against us count too many to deny;
If guilty, jury members, you must sentence him to die!”

Honorable Judge E. Wudgee


For three long weeks, the courtroom cringed at all the D.A. said;
More libelous accusals of me never could be spread,
Ignore the truth, they did, and gobbled up all they'd been fed.

“The prosecution rests, Your Honor, having proved our case;
This writer only works on themes designed to cast disgrace
On hearts and minds and character of all the human race!
“The proof we have paraded here, no slick words can erase;
So now, Scott Tacke, please defend the charges that you face.”

Slowly, I rose and turned and for the courtroom there, I bowed
Lowly though, so as not to make them think me very proud
Wholly prepared to give the best defense I was allowed.

"I’ve had my works charged dark and cynical by you," I said.
"Why readers would accuse such things, I’ve countless teardrops shed;
Wry verse perhaps, but always with an anecdotal thread.

"Permit me the conjecture that my studies skewed my view,
Submit this explanation, I must now, for your review,
Acquit me of such labels if you find that they’re untrue .

"For your examination, I submit Exhibit A.
"Implore you to be honest with this evidence you weigh;
Ignore the prosecution’s theories they tried to convey.

"Bid me an opportunity to start with this one piece,
Did anybody read this poem on its first release?
"Syd has as its main moral, treating all with love and peace.

"Now, men and ladies of the jury, Ravenlocks is next.
"How could this piece be cynical? I truly stand perplexed!
"Avow I will: to know one’s heart’s not cynical --- but blessed!

"And now A Boy and His Flower here must round out these three;
Grand love against all odds? I shouldn’t need to make this plea;
Stand true in spirit, now --- how can you twelve not all agree?

Though I compose at times with words of distrust for mankind,
Bestow no judgment on me as to how my work’s defined.
Throw out this case and let my poetry not be maligned.”

Deliberations now commenced the next judicial phase;
Complications kept the jurors arguing for days
Expectations on the verdict --- too hard now to appraise.

Requests for all my manuscripts soon reached the bailiff’s ear.
Confessed the foreman, “It must all be absolutely clear!”
Recessed, the twelve pored over every poem, year by year.

Clutch time now, and every juror read with solemn face;
Such works as Purgatorio were not helping my case,
Much less my Just Admit It which no efforts could efface.

When just as I was thinking that they’d reached their final vote,
Again, the foreman asked for one more poem I had wrote.
Then, he took Idiodyssey back in --- no doubt to quote.

Not much time had expired before all were called back in;
Plot thickened as the foreman met my gaze with cryptic grin,
Got to my feet and nearly fell; the room began to spin.

They gave the judge their verdict on a folded, paper slip;
Day 10 it was, and by now I had slowly lost my grip;
Dismay hung heavy on my heart and trembled on my lip.

All twelve agreed the vote they’d reached had been unanimous.
Forestall that moment, but right then I dared not make a fuss.
Recall the court was still and judge was not magnanimous.

Instead, I simply stood as each spectator held their breath,
Dread began to build until I felt like King Macbeth;
“Spread the word! He’s Guilty!” Then they clamored for my death!

Resistance did no good, I soon was cuffed and led away.
Insistence on my innocence helped not one mind to sway
Existence would be ended now with no further delay!

“I’m innocent!” I cried. “I have the utmost faith in man!
"Prime example: I think what you’ve done since this began ---
Sublime! Pure justice! I am surely mankind’s biggest fan!”

“Do I detect some sarcasm?” the justice gave a wink.
“You really should repent before the gallows, I would think.”
“True,” I said, “But no more lies…You and your jury ---stink!


“No surprise, you don’t condone your actions magnified!
“Though there is good, the more I’ve searched, I really must confide…
“Know this: there’s far more evil than I’m willing to abide.

“Times do often call for someone brave to stand and teach.
“Rhymes of mine were meant to illustrate more than to preach.
“Crimes are what you call it as you choke my right to speech!”

Fearfully, I spoke these words of eloquent finesse,
Tearfully, they listened, as my speech seemed a success…
Cheerfully, t'was all ignored, --- they hung me nonetheless!




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Reviewed by Selene Skye
Lyrical and vibrant spin, blossoms everywhere blooming into a story so captivating, I smile.
Reviewed by Sheila Roy
Dark, light - does it matter? Quality is what's most important. Poe was dark but genius. King makes a fine living with dark. We write what's in us to write. I must say, this piece has the mark of your usual creativity - reminds me a bit of Pink Floyd's "The Wall" video. I never know what to expect when I click on one of your poems. You challenge yourself here - another mark of a great writer! Exceptional:)
Love and Hugs
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Excellent writing dear man,well done indeed..stay safe and well OK...Hugs
Reviewed by Anna M
A brilliant piece of writing both lyrically and philosophically. You have a gift for creating some remarkably thought-provoking tales and animated poems.

It's a shame the punishment was so severe, because you deserve a retrial and a decent publisher! If anything, your poems go some way to making the reader feel less cynical. Perhaps your friend will lighten his/her perspective after such a robust defense!
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
I admire your work. This one took a lot of thought. I, too, have often dealt on the dark side. Just a bit of exercising the imagination.

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
It is a pleasant time to visit Your Den and learn from Your powerful Engine ~ that functions with fuel of creativity ~ and powers the dynamo of imagination.

This poem shows the author's outstanding vocabulary and full demain of courts' lexis. I am really impressed, and I mean truly amazed.

It seems to me that a theater producer and director could take this poem and stage it right from its magnificent lines... (LIGHTS ON, Please!) ~ What I mean is that a true live court session is totally revived throughout its magnificent lines that form the great stanzas ~ of "My Defense", a poem that enriches the treasure of Poetry, and make THE AMERICAN FINE LETTERS glow.

Yes, it needs a little polishing, and I know You will make it brighter... "In My Defense" is a Diadem for the crown of Erato.

May You enjoy a long healthy creative life.

In respect,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
Hello Scott, you are a literary Genius! First and last words that blend is amazing and was delightful to read. Poetry is as varied and diverse as are people. Each line tracking our own personal life's journey and world as seen from the unique perspective we call -- ME. Nothing more precious than the freedom to pour out of our soul and pen to paper words meaningful to the life stage we are in and share them with others who choose to read them. All life stages include many faucets and arrays of emotions. Without the dark times, light wouldn't feel so good or be appreciated quite as much. Keep penning and keep sharing. Your a beautiful man with much to say. Well Done! Deborah
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