I prefer a bad poet,
To a bad ruler,
Since the former,
Must be humane and poignant.
A worth that is a must,
When it comes to leading a homeland,
Towards the future grand,
By revering the premises in Confucian thought.
The tongue of honesty has gone dry,
Corruption has its realm all over,
Those like Hector and Priam trying to talk louder,
Are dealt with malice preventing the cry.
Elysium is a reverie, a far-flung stream,
Until the ‘one’ like Beowulf becomes known,
And sweeps away the wicked like a west wind, Shelleyan,
Yet with eyes like fish wide open we dare to dream.
Waiting am I for that moment in time,
Wishing for a change to step in fervently,
A moment of bliss, peace and horn of plenty,
A moment long-desired, something prime.
I think poet's create
I think poet's create even if they are critisising but political word can destroy so much of people and homelands. To create perfect thought to establish a successfull model for running a country and copied worldwide, we'd be without a lot of problems, don't you think? Your poem makes me think and is very interesting and thought provoking.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you
Thank you so much. I do agree with you :)
Oh, Ziaul! Wouldn't that be
Oh, Ziaul! Wouldn't that be wonderful? For politics is based upon man's desires, but poets sing the praises of the universe's way...however it is. Whether they like it or not. They sing!!
Lovely and meaningful.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
Thank you so much. :)
Good or bad ? Who judges ??
Good or bad ? Who judges ?? Mr Haque... a nice post to ponder upon at leisure.
©bishu
Thank you
Thank you so much for the comment Mr. Bishu. :)