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[aid] => mick
[title] => Politics
[time] => 2008-12-05 13:01:35
[hometext] => This is a short-story poem- over 23 pages long -written in Shakespeare style. Didn't reach my goal but had fun trying.
[bodytext] => Politics I. Election His election was the on-rushing sun impaling night elevating him propelling truths plain beyond sight; he was Hope to banish and set aright every ill; to adjudicate each and every claim their rushing joy could ignite; True Hope’s awakened plebiscite transforming the crowds’ might to Hard Justice reclaimed whose sharp edges would slice to the core of the body politic inflamed. And bleed it’s fever. 'I cannot' he said at the inaugural 'speak this proud heart, I cannot utter or reveal this ebullience born whole cloth and sleek. I cannot from these sputterings steeped in rhyme adequately greet perfection's own conjured touch from which I reap all this. I am for you humility rapturous this night to be riveted upon promises I'll keep at each days end where I will seek each goal and nuance foretold here; til crime and its cousins Poverty, Fear and Greed shall shriek and sulk away far from here. Tonight we dance with energy loaned to us from Bright Intents and vow to keep our sights bent upon honor’s glorious ends. We shall not forsake nor misremember ends here now we stake and shall in time apprehend the announced demise of the evil three Greed, Fear and Poverty.' In thunder the pact is born amid a crowd swollen upon new thoughts torn from Hope's mouth. Peter’s words surely did excite propelling himself and everyone to height's horrid cloud which adrift was festooned with promised sweets anointing the night resplendently- Hope itself peaking- plump with expectations to exceed wondrous mellifluous Good Presents; now a rising sun then a setting phoenix bejeweled now but, later to be crashed down to Escheated Miscommunications and Properties. So dizzy these heights that the Fall will certain see the deep depths behind the curtains we draw across intense intents and proud decrees. Sweet Elizabeth Peter’s wife cries softly foreseeing Pride's Steel Locked Stance being aware even then that Democracy's Choice is iron and will devour the sublime who mindlessly believes now comes his time. Rafael, the son now proud to see himself one day in Father’s place thumps to the joy of it, a time when justice gleaned from Efforts Hope rises from within him deep. Monique, his intended smiles- herself ascended to high regard- sees in Rafael her love a future bright glowing shinier still with new prospects power’s appeal.. Her beauteous quiet nature belies an intelligence yet beginning but soon to gather to critical mode in one so tender in her years. The ministers all with Peter now some years see the dawning of New Time; all pausing to celebrate ignoring all trouble and obscured nearby chimeras. - But joy drunkens swollen eyes befog the on-rushing times and addicted we all succumb to revelry and numb, notice not moorings loosed, which in time set adrift our oared skiff rendering certainty moot. Precious Love unsure, and Pain now paused will likely be ladled to each and every one acute. II. Loving Too That Night She: 'Your sugar eyes move my soul You have me in my secret place my rivers run full for you; in enveloping heat lifting me with your soft kiss I take you inside to fit swollen against my oval space; I admit that this is the deep secret me. I open to all of you my sweet, settling love upon my pillow keep where whispered calls beckon my pleasure-sleep. Our hearts bind now promises and ecstasies.” He: 'I am swept away to aching degree for you my thickness tingles and seats itself gingerly. Without you I am rudderless. Without you I have nothing achieved. Without you, my way streaks forward tremblingly bereft, absent love's crucial pleat in my heart’s linings, which with you I’m rendered complete. Touch us now Simplicity man to woman lover to lover’s fulsome esprit. So gripped we, softly gasping, moving together till short day-light chartered one to the other joined this to that perfect destiny welded tight two together at the sensual site spinning beyond midnight’s Magic Transfixion. 'I love you' she cried. ' in all ways' 'I love you' he said in double receipt. The two wrapped round together each bonded symbiotically one to give more to the other each to give more than given both to grow larger than each one’s talents alone could abide each to exceed beyond a solo effort striven. Love's Test moves to achieve and go far from the mundane goal beyond even Hope's stated given. Circumstances now all in place opportunity secure in state quivering Excitement's Face glows. Now begins this human race. Two lovers there initiate the Crown of State in Sexual Space these things preceded by you see lovely love and nights embrace. So much in human history is bedroom born; so much human history therefore: War and Peace. III. War Reckoning Peter's hand in the years was bent toward peace and he in inclination's way sought to avoid conflict so much so that he did not see in the fifth year John's dark rise from the East till that day arrived in which he had to decide upon War or Peace. Elizabeth’s eyes could see that Destructions Fear was nigh and upon them. She counseled: 'He has taken lands which did not belong with him he flanks you on the left even now at the river's end. You must quell this trend. His armies advance and descend till late to the sword you’ll have to jockey your men at the very kitchen door! The maps’ edge creeps close to our very walls. Your minister's quake- nay sleep- yet you do not hear, see or speak.” Alliances like marriages can quickly wear if the habit develops where one loves war and the other craves peace. 'Grasp the jaw bone of the ass' she said 'and strike now. Later then enjoy the peace. Otherwise I fear there will be no calm except that of the bloody hand, a muted shriek and lost, sad, opportunity. Hope herself will weep. Now, now' she said 'is the time to employ resources amass your leadership; you could expend a small pittance's gold and a colossal treasure reap! You my love have too much regard for harmony. Efforts’ just return is what you seek.' But Peter was not persuaded thus his way was gentler still Foreboding's Shroud gathered round his brow quietly shrill. 'I could raise the taxes and recruit the army and move my chessmen 'cross topography only to find unrest and booty be taken from me by those left behind to guard the nest. Nay I worry most of the Enemy Within. Hollow victories and homeland defeats are equally cheap. I would have in this, fired the first shot only to feel the pain in my own feet! Why, my God, is it that the advisor is always bold when the advisor is not the one to pay in consequences and gold? I am leadership whose charge is to think before I become bloodied upon the jaws of victory then only by hindsight to see the irony of sudden, unanticipated retreat. No I will council with my own destiny and look to see how to act in circumstance. All that is clear is uncertainty where potentially what lurks for me is homeland treachery and deceit concocted behind my own lines from fickle friends who’ll turn on me. Then all I’d bring home is that which is not victory but a hollow stampede bereft of the prize I seek; no triumphant victory. I sit now to think. Risk is the horse we ride and saddleless I don this night Caution’s Cloak and my own bromides. Elizabeth’s eye was steeled blue Impatience's Glint within. Peter’s hesitation for her took the bold and denuded it behind fearful thought and adverse risk; he thought not to act but to think; not strike but to stare at opportunity blatant and blink. Rather than speak her mind she choose to eschew biting conflict uttering only 'Yes dear. All you say is true.' IV. Counsel of War Peter yet with his own counsel of war resolved to manage his risk and send his son Rafael to collect the army’s taxation list. Peter least his homeland fears come true surmised that he Peter would be close to the rear to forestall his homeland enemies caveat and at once to foil the Trojan Horse which could crush victory won on distant soil. The day Rafael had his list and gathered himself to leave Elizbeth hovered by in grief imploded with the belief that Peter at once had opted to sacrifice her son to whom she had over the years grown to cleave more closely it seemed than to Peter even, whose preoccupations had caused her silent strife and inward grown. She had plunged all love and grief into the young son who now, instead, prepared to leave. 'Promise me you'll not risk injury rather, gather the guards round your group and protect this countries future state. Honor this by oath agree and this night I’ll rest serene. Rafael: “I am not given Mother to lead by retreat my place is at the head and to indeed exceed at the forefront lines that meet in the face of our enemies.' She: You do not have to do this you can return to me and take your place where the need will be greatest here in our own country. Say to your father and I will support there is no need to risk your young life wastefully, needlessly' Peter heard this from his approach and incensed he roared: 'You will not object to decisions of state. You will not seek to undo or abate that which is decided by me. This boy's time is now to leave neither to cleave to your wiles nor from my own will Away from both of us lies his formation and destiny That my dear is the reason he was born to us- to leave. Neither one of us can sacrifice him to our need, to clutch him too close to neither you nor me. He goes, that is best eschewing even my own desires and even your anxieties. She: “No, you do not use cold reason here. No, you do not rationalize this sacrifice to a empty state craft device. This is not mechanical but yours and my son's life! Do not send him deathward there Do not press life from him with marching bands and horns and hymns. Rafael: “I will not be treated like this! Mother you want guarantees and security where none is possible for me. You, Father all you see is glory and duty yet it is love which drives our solders not booty. I am a symbol and indeed love is not mine to receive but if I die it will be because I am committed and trapped by the circumstance we weave in pursuing our goals and needs that this line of soldiers marching means. Yes, we shall grieve death’s lot perhaps mine and then it will be over and we shall lift a cup and move on no lingering memory sups. I will go as you request Father because I have chosen duty But I am not the reasons I leave I am the person leaving. I am not reason’s ploy I am Rafael I’ll fight for friends and you for our family and those who understand a young mans need to achieve that which is unutterable to matter in the scheme of things. I meander; but my course is to straightaway to leave. Father: “Whatever is in you I understand leave you must- time flees.” Monique to whom Rafael was to marry caught him at the door and aside spoke quietly. She: 'I am unable to persuade you nor can I beseech any caring feeling strong enough to avert this. I am filled with a desperate foreboding. Go, but, only later my sweet. Surely there can be no harm in delaying a week death itself to cheat.' He: I cannot shrink away from this as others themselves gather arms. Lead I must and you should understand some things a woman must do alone and similarly therewith a man. You do not understand, your heart always reaches. In life and even love in some things we are alone even amid our comforts cocoons and hearthstones. Outside: Horns Blow He: “I must go.” She: “How silly it is to me to see that so many are willing to die for baubles ribbons and trinkets.” He: “Understand, if I must die I shall do so with your name on my breath, and within me though my heart be wounded you shall know you are my most felt one and wounded there know that even at death’s door my love for thee in genuine shall not be stayed and will remain strong.” She: I shall pleasure receive hope for your safe return and yet even if it must be so reach you beyond even death’s door. Here on these lips plant this kiss for relief from even cold death’s grip and return you safe revived, home to me.' With this they embraced staunch memory etched on mouth and face and Rafael moved out in formation haste. So, there were the colors and departures long lines and battleships weeping eyes, and goodbyes long looks and promises; and off thousands sailed each without travail till iron glory upon them all prevailed in battle greens and blues in clamorous scenes of smoke and hue of faces blank and wet from battle cries and wounds rosette from shock and battle deaths which swept down suddenly on many and the few who spun from blows spent to pirouette falling listlessly to ground and history whose names read once in letters due to family, lovers, children and those who would not forget. Some returned; this one wrapped in glory and another in despair’s costume. So it was with Rafael, a battle line snaps and he lost a limp in the Slashing Grim hacked away while in the saddle yet, and he persisted bleeding throughout till coma-like he fell grounded sidelined within sight of victory a lump upon the pocked ground he lay awaiting rescue sounds his pain exceeding till his mind passed away to dead faint eyes rolled up to heaven, silence now decrees, one’s body lumped upon the battlefield bleeding. “Monique”, is the silent cry on his lips parting 'all for you even this is not enough. My love grows even as I die departing this earthly ground, my love for you now more than then stronger and more profound. His first words on revival were 'did we prevail? ' The answer back, no sire defeat nor victory was ours- stalemated. V. WAR That day split the times: Booty not nor glory. War’s initiation stripped the grace from innocent’s eyes and often heard thereafter the cry to what therefore and why? 'To protect our land peoples and crew our children, women and all those whom we love. So home them all with stories true and tall to sit recuperating till another time when the battle might resume and again the clarion call. Ghost battles for some will loom belching new flame young men and boys, girls and youth new flesh to consume. Yet repeated this so many times the need cannot be doubted sometimes it is our fate to fight, and die thereby doubt itself to be routed; stand, be true its said and be counted. We in the end must support those who took to hand stout arms and went far far away to fight against our foes and enemies despite all consequence; All energies spent Rafael’s limb lay bent slashed and soiled by sword’s tip was gathered up and delivered home to Monique who could not at first contemplate the view of him a returned broken patriot. For days she sat inconsolate, her rooms a duty gray rearranging the folds of her simple dress carefully. The thin arms moved only to grasp tea served occasionally by Marion the one who visited with news and solace in compendium from those who loved her together as one. Finally Monique was able to reluctantly agree to see Rafael still unclear how glory could be lived on the veranda, in the house or in the street wheelchair bound. His wheelchair rolled into their rooms a year late from war and feats and indecision from Monique. The two as with the war in these first moments were together in neither victory nor defeat but then only began an interlude now life wound down to the concrete and mundane need; a young man neither totally incapacitated nor dead yet alive, yet still brimming with desires, wishes hopes and dreams all now in caveats metaphors, and apostrophes. Rafael now sat then mirror reflected ignoring Monique who languished hesitantly while he inspected limp limbs realizing for the first time while she was there in malingering toward the first night he did not know how he would do what he couldn't do for his wife to be, how love could translate how arms could encapsulate how his genitalia could move could perform feats other men do. His younger that his years face glowed white as she approached from across the room. Yet 23 and hands small she placed them close by the collar of his jacket still worn from the War’s end and spoke: ' I am so so sorry that I have not been able to be with you it was shame that held me back. No it's not shame for you but for me. After the first week I was ashamed that I had not been to see you and the longer it grew the more difficult it was for me to move toward the decision that I’d missed. And the shame grew till paralyzed I could not move from my rooms till the time grew beyond endurance yet I sat in my rooms loving you but, paralyzed. I am so sorry that my humanness surely hurt and harmed you I know you have for yourself your own endurances. I only ask you forgive me now and let pass what was for me inexcusable grief driven leaving me unable to offer a true excuse, uttering now only words oblique, to hide myself behind opaque at the door.” Rafael: “Oh Monique I have these many weeks given every thought to you and more my soul leaped at any image reminiscent. So when the plunge took my leg and homeward bound I feel a small relief that again this tattered heart would view that face which sustained me through hell fire and death dealt crushing blows. Oh I saw men fall shattered it seemed by inward bombs eyes now opened wide still seeing yet already gone- beyond feeling. And painful cries- heroics to be sure- all there in amid the many and the few. Never tell, I think, the details there for they do indeed, far exceed explanation and belief if you were not on the field to see how so much ingenuity in war and arms goes with the sole intent of mayhem and bodily harm to young ones who are often sent armed only with fresh-minted inexperience. And then they fall torn from them the veil that sheltered their innocence. All we believe Monique screams this is the essence of injustice yet all of history’s testament is each era must confront and commit the scene again over and over.' V That first night he lay in repose the first night she gave him all; the first night suspended them between the lagging conversation after love's glow into questioning about what to do at 23; she unsure of life's meanderings He wondering 'How can I be a man with thee you have most to do to bring to me to the point to sate overcoming meager desire’s weaken state How can love compensate? ' She: 'It can my love give me time to suggest how devotion’s arrow is stronger still than body limbs. You are the man I love and now surely there is this test for us now but all years ahead will allow my will to love whole as we are to manifest. Surely now we are challenged to make of it our best. And best it shall be because together we are whole and all we need to be. To begin and beginning is what we are about no doubt we have all we need to go forth and succeed at whatever passes us. Do not for one flicker doubt I shall be here to carry out what ever the load be. And so Rafael and Monique made their peace for the time being. VI. Elizabeth Grieves Elizabeth took to bed and did not grieve initially rather she lay in state it seems rigid in her mien and unwilling to take a single step fueled so to speak by small amusements and stimulants. To Peter she would state 'I warned of this outcome and portent yet unheeded you allowed all to go forth and now all for me is grief bedridden where I will die” she said “a thousand grieving deaths.” 'You cannot' Peter said 'lay here each day arms raised piling lament upon lament' “I am dead to you now' 'Is this my punishment' 'I am wife no more' 'You must do more' 'I am total done' 'Life cannot pass us by-you must rise' 'If I could only cry' 'You are my wife' ' Wife no more-I‘m lost' 'Do you want Angelica? 'Utter not that name to me you know that is something I forbid She left us now many years and now you would bring her up to me.’? 'I am desperate placed to offer whatever I can to move you from this state. Tell me what I must do. I am alone here- out there without you.' She: “Peter acclimate. I am down here for the long time. Rise I would if I could but all this was a fatal brush with more than I can handle. Perhaps it was the war’s end, or Rafael whose very life lies in ashes. There is only so much my mind can take There is a line beyond which we all break I fear my boundaries have been ripped, sanity reels and slips away from me sometimes more often it seems more frequently and frighteningly I grasp at darken maps looking for a tiny blip to let me know I still exist underneath there in the catastrophe. Hollow voices call, my own I think Rafael, help me, help me.' Peter felt he was slipping from his own grip and could not in these early days bring himself to carry on without the strength Elizabeth brought. His drug ways increased his heart would cease in odd moments wherein he would have to remind himself to breathe. But tragedy was not done yet because more befell this bedraggled set. It concerns footsteps light which Elizabeth lay down one fateful night leaving her bed renting her vow and traipsed her way by corridor to enter unannounced Rafael’s door. Monique drew her eyes from sleep and peered into the darken room awaken by swishing sounds of rushing cloth and flowing gown to dimly see Elizabeth kissing Rafael who still maintained his deepest sleep. The hands drew a tender place across his still sleeping face a kiss falls only to retrace followed on by a full embrace. Monique called to Elizabeth her voice barely a whisper but paralyzed she could not move or be heard by Elizabeth who had given Rafael all her nocturnal attention. Now he roused himself from sleep and face on with her that sought to reap more kisses planted upon his countenance His hand rose still sleepy amid the attentions being paid him. Now it was then that a muffed yelp escaped from Monique who again stifled yet another yell when Elizabeth heard and noticed her. Coming from Rafael she slowly made to Monique a tosseled slow approach. Her face was dimmed in bedroom light and Monique could only see the partial smile whereon she said 'Hello my dear, how I envy you. I so desperately appreciate how you have sought to heal this Rafael. She knelt to kiss Monique upon the lips and stole softly away leaving in her wake a shaken two Rafael and Monique. Both staring in the dim light and wondering 'What and wherefore was this' VII. Angelina But then amid this time Angelina came through contacted by Peter hoping Elizabeth would rip aside that tissue placed between her grim despair which had effaced the joy Peter now missed so much. Many years in exile deep Angelina sometimes could keep at bay insanity. Slow motion she mounted the coach. The ride was a silent one Angelina reluctant to speak or emote and unsure after these many years how her words would be taken in, what affect her own feelings would project afraid of her own chagrin that her father had greeted her so listlessly after so many years. And so resentment then and anger later and the returning cycle begins again. What mix here of politics of family, love, death and fear propels Ships of State and the familial? Are we not Captains of the Guard but also Billy Boy or Fathers Son? Is sweet Monique the small girl first before she drank the Princess Milk to slack the thirst which is learned only second not first. So entwined these destines mixing all in human frailties and Human Destiny such fragile vessels swing our Fates' Door knobs and Hinges. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 48 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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