by Smitty
Hammurabi Rides Reborn
Hammurabi rides reborn,
(So-and-so’s a right blackguard!)
Though I’m not privy to facts,In each personal regard.
The sudden onslaught of scorn,
Moves me to poetic wax.As though by mere spoken word,
I could halt the lame attacks,
That email and tweet adorn.Historical knives in backs,
Are unstabbed as sound’s unheard.
Easier, new flesh is torn,Than everyone just relax,
In forgiveness be reborn,
And swallow pride gone hard.Or not. Let’s for past wrongs mourn,
And continue eyeless acts,
Toothless allegations heard,Useless vows of vengeance sworn,
By adults? So untoward,
Serving only strength to tax.
If you like the form, try Afghanistan Reflection
Aaaarrrggghhh so now yer a poet ere ye? Well, ye need to come on board and entertain me maties, there be times when weeks go by out to sea with nary a decent diversion.
You said “blackguard”! That’s a rightwing CODE WORD! U B RAAAAAACIST!
Can you do that accompanied by pipes? Well done.
Interestingly enough, I was taken by the wildly irregular rhyme schemes of Piobaireachd, and thought: What if you wrote a poem like a braid?
The Celts and the Gailes were all warrior poets. Especially after a half litre of Uisce beatha.
The Celts and the Gailes were all warrior poets. Especially after a half litre of Uisce beatha. (It helps to sign in)
Admittedly, I’m rather dry these days.
Blackguard is a fine word. Makes me want to look for me eye-patch.
Aaaarrrggghhh the poem is jest a mite too long, matie, let’s brake ‘er down some.
Hammurrabi rides privy
Personal scorn
Flesh is torn
Just relax
Swallow pride gone hard
Continue toothless
Useless
Serving strength
There now I think we all got the jist of it, yer a poet and now ye know it.