Once upon a midnight banal
Still weak and weary , I pondered in my heart
" Who shall ascend or descend upon this mountain?"
For it's the few that gets there and put off lights
It's night.
Ah , distinctly I remember , it was stark in December
When the old new president ascended on this mountain
A still voice
"Opportunities for unfortunate graduates"
Inspid words
Darkness there and nothing more
Deep into that darkness peering , I stood wondering and fearing
Suddenly, hooting of owls
Is it a parliament of owls?
"Yes, Mr. Bundi will solve all your problems"
A sigh of relief-
" Ladies and gentlemen " I muttered predicting speech
" Genius are born to rule, for they are rare diadems in the world full of conformists and insolent men".
It's time for Me.Bundi to showcase his brilliance.
Lo! Death, death has reared himself a throne
In a strange land lying alone
Blood ,blood
Darkness
The dark hour.
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'for they are rare diadems
in the world
full of conformists and insolent men".
It's time for Me.
Bundi, to showcase his brilliance.'
Soar High oh brilliant Poet
show them hope
draped in a heart of defiance
(such an energising poem
thank you! dear Poet)
Thanks so much dear LB
Love the way you incorporated (briefly) the flow and rhyme of a Poe work, perhaps in homage to the poet. But, the imagery and write itself served to keep the reader reading and discerning, identifying the true meaning. Nicely done!
Thanks so much dear poet for your time and comment
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