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[TSTwizby]

What the title says. Jotted down in spare time, touched up later. Meant to be read aloud, preferably in a loud booming voice. More about sound than meaning, though there is some meaning there.


A Complaint on the Laziness and Boastfulness of Young People Today

Youth!
That Diminisher of Excellence!
Perchance the Turnip Flourishes in Indolence,
Yet no Man thus yet Devoured tender Opportunity Presented By Life,
O in those Doldrums, Apathy!
The Lost Crow yet holds More in its Shattered Wing than the Least Wretched of our owners.

Arrogance!
The Pique of the Shattered Sun,
The Declaration of Light Unconquered!
Persistence Precludes the Possibility of Permission.
Dilapidated Old Tower!
Loose the Blinds, Cease the Mindless Praise!

Forlorn the Cabbage, in His Kingdom of Mud and Tortured Vegetables:
Until the Last he waits in squalor.
More yet he than Lose the Shade,
When Shakes the Winds’ Harpstrings on the branch.
Yet Precious thing, Devoid the Face
Of Meaning which refrains from Life,
You lost that long ago which He Keeps in His Dark Kingdom.

Till Sunlights raze the Sky-Born Marshes of the Early Dawn,
The Worm soft Unravels in the Bath of His Destruction.
Yet in His, The Better Act, to fear an Ending than a Lost Decision
Than Seldom the Falsehood.

[Caz]

Forlorn the Cabbage!

I like it. It's a bit purple but maybe poems are like that.

What does 'More yet he than Lose the Shade,' mean btw?

[TSTwizby]

The purple is mostly intentional. I just like the way it sounds, like the grammar which ranges from the abstruse to the downright incomprehensible. The 'more yet he than lose the shade' should be interpreted as sort of like 'and yet he loses more than the shade', with the implication that the shadows of leaves blowing in the wind have more action (and thus more meaning) to their existence than a cabbage does.