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Sat 7 Jan, 2006 04:15 pm
'Spring Ain't Comin'
No, Spring ain't coming folks,
I got it straight from God.
The tearful pleas that you'd repent
He knows are
just a fraud.
The Big Guy says He's sick and tired
of all your cruelty, greed, and vice,
He says you're gonna be 'Retired',
trust me, It won't be pretty friends,
it won't be nice.
Did you think that He'd keep buying lame excuses?
that with all your dumb connivin' you could be home free?
well Bunky, watch what your Big Daddy looses:
Let's just say a Happy Camper
you ain't gonna be.
So while you're waiting for that BANG! (or Pop! or Wham!)
Think of all those Springtimes past and blue, blue, skies
that now ain't comin' ... and repent again.
I am.
Maybe God will feel your pain,
Maybe he's a Sucker still
for teary eyes.
-jjorge
thanks j. conrad
...and Welcome to A2K!
No fire, no ice--just eternal whimper/winter?
Noddy24 wrote:No fire, no ice--just eternal whimper/winter?
Hi Noddy!
Well, notwithstanding the title, I was INITIALLY pondering our species' ethical failings - the dreary moral history of homo sapiens- more than the eventual fate of the same.
Then, concluding that 'perfect contrition'* moves too few of us, I was led to the fantasy of an impending '... BANG! (or Pop! or Wham!) ...'
(which, I presume, would engender widespread contrition of the 'imperfect'* kind)
* see Baltimore Catechism (or whatever they call it nowadays)
jjorge--
Your poem reminded me of:
Robert Frost (1874-1963). Miscellaneous Poems to 1920. 1920.
2. Fire and Ice
(From Harper's Magazine, December 1920.)
SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice, 5
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
and then:
from T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland":
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Noddy,
I like them both very much.
jjorge--
Your poetic sensibilities have been informed by the best sources--and it shows.
An enjoyable poem with an unusual rhyme scheme.
I liked it.
Robert Davidson.
http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com
jjorge wrote:
'...notwithstanding the title, I was INITIALLY pondering our species' ethical failings - the dreary moral history of homo sapiens- more than the eventual fate of the same....' etc. etc.
Thanks Robert. Glad you liked it.
I was just re-reading this thread and my response (above) to a comment of Noddy's.
The response was, truth be told, a little pretentious and only partly correct.
I was, in the beginning, and primarily
...pondering my own failings.
jjorge--
Have you been following the memoir/fiction brouhaha about James Frey?
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/10854740/site/newsweek/
Intensive sea changes are fashionable this week.
Hmmm... interesting comparison.
I've followed the James Frey thing somewhat and I don't feel too sympathetic .
I put him in the category with people who fictionalize resumes and military experiences for self-advancement or self-aggrandizement.
Oprah was, perhaps, a little too understanding IMO.
Jjorge--
You're a kind man. I think Oprah was w-r-o-n-g.
jjorge-
that is a great rhyme scheme. i loved how you progressed from a 4 line stanza to 3-2-1. I wish I had your consistency in tone and feel for rhyme.
Very nice.
Cola,
Very kind, thank you.
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