Sunday, April 26, 2015

PAD Day 26- Poem using a word Shakespeare created – The Only Hope -

Hi all - I'm back and think I got a little loopy on my trip... lol - here's my offering for day 26...
PAD Day 26- Poem using a word Shakespeare created – The Only Hope - 
Note: instructions included a link to some words that Shakespeare created – as an exercise (in what I do not know) I attempted to include them all in a first attempt at a sonnet…. (I realize now that I included only 86 of the list of 104) 
The Only Hope or
Arise Acadame – a less than thoughtful world awaits….
A stab at a sonnet…hopefully it has not been murdered 
Acadame arise from your beached blasé-
barefaced-sand-caked-compromise –dawn dwindle
Sun spilling- blazed-exposure now reached 
No frugal gust of madcap caped swindle . 
The times are monumental – no lagging
about such – ‘tis obscene to rape a dream 
panders of the soul-draining-rant –sagging
sour skim milk to the tranquil sweet cream,
worthless pointing skeletal fingers at
those accused of speaking ‘gainst the Rater 
Acadme arise from the beach- fight that
those who would besmirth all that would cater
to the courtship of fanatism 
delegitimize group-think-ism 
Decry the ruse-filled haters rumbling rant. 
Reveal the “generous” remorseless dense 
Converge as one free thinking and shout can’t
Do not confuse sweet freedom with non-sense
invulnerable to reason –embrace 
those who would discourse in the shining light–
find the single moonbeam on lonely face –
To these lonely ones standing in the right
Advise beware those who deceptively
obsequiously seeks to submerging-sink
Beware the pedant who innocently
drowns floating ideas – murders minds that think
begins to undress slithers to seduce
those with the temerity to deduce 
Oh Acamde prey to addiction
shake off the monkey climbing on your spine
smash the needle of calm - welcome friction 
Acamde hope this side of divine 
from that beach where you loll – put on your shoes
and walk the crumbling streets –their champion
they whose persist in soft insistent hues –
To them, for them, rise and fast-fearless run
Academe gloomy, you cannot be
nor given to the hobknob seduction –
Sparkling minds grow jaded miserably
Each hallowed hall is called to write and sing 
An ode, to end - each premeditation
To this end implored rededication.
Knowing, the clutch in the soft hands of youth-
faculty and emeriti with gnarled
hoar haired wisdom – clutch the blanket of truth
protect it from tear-rips if need be-snarled 
about you as a golden tapestry
Oh Acamade listen for the bump
in the dark of night, and sunlight of day
paralyzed misinformation -mind jump
False critics, -those who soul-drain hope away
condemn gossip fact-check each every line 
elbow through as the crowd begins to sway
Without labels, luggage, light travel fine –
Negotiate, shape-shift this vision mine. 
Oh Academe you are charged with this
Olympian task – to calm puking fear
of undigested propaganda hiss –
mediate both scuffle and swagger here
Here, passioned profer and desperate plea
do not grovel – to amazement wide
take ideas as lovers to bedroom sea
cheer the dauntless sail of thought at your side . 
Oh Academe if you do not you
will answer the buzzer of history
with bloodstained hands this will be simply true
you will have surrendered to not to be –
floating fleeting in flawed drugged excitement
green-eyed monster dubious enticement 
Academe impede you where you might
if you succumb surely to brush the locks
lustrous pseudo radiance - of false light –
shimmering - you shall mimic noiseless mocks
words of those who seek to secure the minds 
of the future – you will leap a certain
uni-linear course of way and kinds 
vaulting to unlimited torture din–
Arise from the beach upon which you lay
too long in the somnolence of sun. Assume
your designated place tis here this day
restore the free unfettered fountain plume
This bastion of beauty world tapestry
loomed by new threads of creativity 
the poet’s dream – the realist’s need

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