of ignoble origins was the grandee glissando's of tongue to lip glozed truth
with the skills of Van Gogh's ebon brush
his honesty flowed from River Acheron
seizing souls of greed and pretense
with a pickpocket's alacrity he flourished
pride and egos filled his quotas daily
complexity stirred the pot of imaginations
vulnerability danced and kicked heels high
only the faithful and simple minded
refused participation in the high stakes ruse
for surely they were incompetent
to share in the grandiose benefits
the grandee's skilled scheme offered
to the many of pseudo affluence
to those with esoteric knowledge
the ship to Hades was now loaded
with screaming souls begging their release
the poor souls that participated not
looked on in horror for their fellow man
compassion and love had not escaped nor eluded their simplistic views and ways
I concur with Victoria's review, Jon, and add: I admire (and envy)
the rhythms (and the erudition) of this skillfully crafted poem.
Applause, applause. -gene.
I can get lost in the beauty & the wisdoms exploring this wonderful poetic expression Jon...a heart speaking embracement
I love how this gripped me:
"complexity stirred the pot of imaginations
vulnerability danced and kicked heels high
only the faithful and simple minded
refused participation in the high stakes ruse"
and the drifters echoe cries...
Peace, Love & Inspirations
& I am so very happy you are doing better these days Jon!
Love & Blessings
Vickie
Masterly, Jon, and the message couched so eloquently is clear... I think I know you have in mind and I can add a few others, and like your other reviewers I admire everything about this. Among your very best.
Kudos!
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Regis
peace and love dear friend, Carole~
Ron
the rhythms (and the erudition) of this skillfully crafted poem.
Applause, applause. -gene.
I love how this gripped me:
"complexity stirred the pot of imaginations
vulnerability danced and kicked heels high
only the faithful and simple minded
refused participation in the high stakes ruse"
and the drifters echoe cries...
Peace, Love & Inspirations
& I am so very happy you are doing better these days Jon!
Love & Blessings
Vickie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love and Blessings,
Christine
Great imagery and combined history.
Mary
Sheila
Kudos!
John
I didn't even know you rode a bicycle.....
~W~