Vague Sage (poem)

The erudite are no longer sage, sagacious no longer wise

And each to one, from one to all, forever to despise

Hence, Two ends of a circle, must surely somewhere meet

Or forever will a spiral, continue to repeat.

 

Hands on a face often cross, only sometimes to agree,

Not unlike competing lives, in sibling rivalry,

Bea was first and Bob was second, simple sequentiality

Yet, eye to eye, and face to face, never the same thing see.

 

When one is left, the other right, they lack coordination

When one thinks this, the other that, they lack cooperation

In the garden, all alone, left to their own devises

One decides to build a tower, the other opts for houses

Scattered blocks upon the floor, prophetic of the future

Each vexingly viewing neighbour, as trespassing encroacher.

 

As the building begins to grow, and resources become scarce

Disgruntled disputes of shape and colour, are raised nonetheless

To stop the fisticuffs to start, a line in the middle agreed

A rag, a shoe, a hose, a pump, fencing territory.

With wrong blocks gathered on each side

Supplies never ever fairly divide,

When back is turned, the underhand

Wander freely over land

And so the bickering begins,

As missiles are raised, and start to fling.

 

When swords cross, and pistols draw, the sound wakes the heavens

Sophia’s love leaves the Gabbatha, replaced by grieving raven

At friendships lost, families divide and lovers bid farewell

Departing on their mourning ships, they sail to opposing sides

 

Yet even Equinox believes, and gives all a second chance

Broken clock twice tells the time, forever in – perpetual trance

But modern age is all a muddle

Facts and figures all a fuddle

To every word and thought misplaced

Hounds do pounce, to their disgrace

And everybody loves their dog

Until it’s not the dog they love.

 

The erudite are no longer sage, sagacious no longer wise

And each to one, from one to all, forever to despise

Hence, Two ends of a circle, must surely somewhere meet

Or forever will a spiral, continue to repeat.

 

For humorous poems try:

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/23/gremlins/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/embellishing-conversant/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2018/05/15/the-problem-with-younger-siblings-is/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/beware-of-the-mega-bite/

https://abeliamayblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/08/love-in-the-music-duet-poem/

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vague/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/juxtapose/

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