You have proven to be
An inferior adversary,
The pathetic balls of fury you hurl
Bounce off a rind grown tough
From years of your exploitation
Without even a hint of sting.
As if I would do anything
But spurn your pleas for benevolence…
Mercy no longer exists in me,
Replaced by ruthless bloodlust.
Everything is proceeding
According to my design.
I've bided my time in obscurity,
Patiently subtracting
Days from the calendar,
Months and years of planning
Stretching into an eternity
Of placating the ignorant,
Channeling the angst
Of Midwestern housewives
As I wander through
The post-apocalyptic rubble
Of failed romance and broken dreams,
My subliminal poetry
Turning masses into minions
Awaiting my command,
My demonic daydreams
Measured in iambs,
Tucked into dusty drawers
Until that moment of glory
When the tyrants fall
And the poet reigns supreme.
~~~~ Be sure to check out my first installment of A Missive from the Lair.
~~~~ This poem was written for a prompt from Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads asking us to write a poem in parody of our own style. This also works with the prompt from dVerse Poets Pub asking us for ars poetica (poetry about poetry) as well as my prompt over at Poetry Jam regarding daydreams. Finally, I incorporated this week’s words from over at The Sunday Whirl in this poem.
11 comments:
I guess I kind of went on a prompt-combining binge here but it worked, was definitely a whole lot of fun to write at any rate and very cathartic!
And just for the record, I have no actual plans for world domination nor do I view any of my readers as minions. Now my muse, that may be quite another story...
I am truly impressed with the number of prompts you combined. It truly is fun to sometimes dream that you have the power, isn't it? We could do much worse than to have a poet in charge!
The multiple prompts was a bit of an accident...I've been working on the parody for a while and the other prompts came along and just sort of fit right in!
woohoo looking forward to a poet on the top of the hill...we dont always get to pick our path...but we do what we do with it...use it as fuel...and write...
When poet reigns supreme ~ I like this ~
My demonic daydreams
Measured in iambs,
Tucked into dusty drawers
Until that moment of glory
When the tyrants fall
And the poet reigns supreme...how cool is that...yeah..sometimes it's a struggle..but then...what better view than that from the poetic top of the hill
hehe feisty.
a warrior poet =)
This is an epic-like piece, Mary... I really enjoyed it, got a kick out of:
Of placating the ignorant,
Channeling the angst
Of Midwestern housewives
As I wander through
The post-apocalyptic rubble
Of failed romance and broken dreams
As I wander through
The post-apocalyptic rubble
Of failed romance and broken dreams
I love these lines and ALL!! Great write and always good to see a poet having fun!! :)'s
... 'My demonic daydreams measured in iambs' ~ should I be concerned that my night dreams follow the same pattern?
Seriously, the combination of all these prompts ~ written so beautifully is awesome.
The climax rules supreme:
"Measured in iambs,
Tucked into dusty drawers
Until that moment of glory
When the tyrants fall
And the poet reigns supreme."
I think you wrapped it right there!
Amazing the way you made you poem work for three!
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