An introduction to epic poems
April 27th 2007 06:13
Some of my poems are short, some are moderate and some would make Homer downright jealous. In answer to David's 'Why?' I bring you this, an introduction to Kleos epic poems. Its from my rhyming period, but its one of those poems that works so well I cant imagine it any other way.
Get out your tissues, girls.
Raj was a purebred arabian colt, unique, the only horse in the world with the parents Sashgar and Focus on me. Mum was there when he was born and from that day onward he would go to no other human. I was handling the youngsters full time yet he would not come to me - only mum. I made the descision to buy him and Kman and I presented him to her as a Christmas present in 2001. I had an ulterior motive - I believed that given something so perfect that she wanted so much would heal my mother in a way that would allow her to release bitterness and hurting, and come into love again. I was right. Even when Kman and I went to korea in 2002 Raj filled mums every thought, occupied her every day, a perfect, selfless gift of love that proved forever that she was loved and worth loving....
He broke his leg and had to be destroyed Sept 2002, 2 weeks after I had returned from a very traumatic trip to Korea. If I thought my mum had been bitter and depressed before this then I had no knowledge of how bad it could get. After this point true evil seemed to descend upon her soul and she has never been the same or loved life since that day...
It was WRONG his death. Other deaths have been painful but within the scheme of life - This was wrong, at odds with natural order, and still forms a wound within me, particularly for the changes his passing has wrought in our lives and the emptiness he left behind....
Get out your tissues, girls.
NO WHY
A crushing twist of fear a pain
this time, no cause for gain
A youth strong in love and light
a spirit never anything but bright,
one so full of hope and play
never time to down lay
a beauty told with tossing head
a mind that refuses to have thoughts read
so impetuous, wanting to lead
this he proves with graceful speed
a long turn of elegance and grace
then once more, back to the race
a coat so silken, perfect and dark
glancing bright with the spirit of a lark
a long, storming and tossing mane
one like this - it'll never be the same.
News comes with a sickening crunch
interrupting a peaceful lunch
periods of terror, disbelief and denial,
wishing for something truly menial.
But, of course, sooner or later, we see
that never again can this soul be free
awash in never stopping blood
the first tears begin the flood
twisted fate and crushed bone
how can we leave him all alone?
how can you tell such a one,
that this is the end of all the fun
how can you possibly explain
its this, or never ending pain?
His confusion and fear continue to grow
he is near to panic, so
The executioner comes, being brave
probably wanting to be in a cave
all our King can hear are cries
at least it isnt fitful lies
confused, he wants to run, race
but you can see he knows in his face
he goes to his mother for all care,
she cant help - at least shes there
"Help me" says he, awash in sorrow
so, in pain, our brows do furrow
soon its all over, the deed done
where once there was spirit, now none
twisted hearts now, and twisted fate
love cannot even turn to hate
such a one, tiny and bright,
how do we live without the light?
nothing left in the world
away from her, we've been curled
The King is dead! The King is gone!
bow your heads, do not condone,
turn your head up to the sky, at her wail,
send out your spirit, at them flail
scream and shout and push and yell
clang at them his funeral bell
"How do you dare?" at them I cry
"How can you stop a baby who can fly?"
was it really so very needful,
to call him back, make us tearful
couldnt you have let him have time?
why did the bell NOW have to chime?
couldnt you have let him run?
open his days full of fun?
"Oh!" Now I howl "How do you DARE!
to take a King given so much care!
how do you dare rip from me,
my child, my gift, my perfect key
what gives all of you the right
to take away a sacred light...."
When I fall, strength spent, to cry
down to me a goddess does fly
around me go her arms
I feel the power in her palms
"I dont want you" I whisper, in agony
"You have made my spirit small and bony"
"You took away my little boy,
as if he were a childs toy
how can I give you my love
when I have no faith in those above?"
In her soft and lovely voice she says
"what can I do, to help you through days?
some secrets you know, I cannot reveal
some you know, I'll do you a deal
ask and I shall answer only one
after that I shall say none"
"WHY?!" I scream, right in her face
against me she does not brace
"why is it at all fair
that he is no longer there?
why is it fair for it all to end
him away to promptly send
why did you TAKE OUR ONLY KING!
This surely, is a terrible thing"
she is silent, for a moment,
eyes closed, fingers forming a tent
"This answer dear, you do know
you waste your boon, but I must go
I will answer to thee now
only hoping you know, and can bow
This is the answer I bring you from the far sky
simply this universal and eternal truth -
THERE IS NO WHY
A crushing twist of fear a pain
this time, no cause for gain
A youth strong in love and light
a spirit never anything but bright,
one so full of hope and play
never time to down lay
a beauty told with tossing head
a mind that refuses to have thoughts read
so impetuous, wanting to lead
this he proves with graceful speed
a long turn of elegance and grace
then once more, back to the race
a coat so silken, perfect and dark
glancing bright with the spirit of a lark
a long, storming and tossing mane
one like this - it'll never be the same.
News comes with a sickening crunch
interrupting a peaceful lunch
periods of terror, disbelief and denial,
wishing for something truly menial.
But, of course, sooner or later, we see
that never again can this soul be free
awash in never stopping blood
the first tears begin the flood
twisted fate and crushed bone
how can we leave him all alone?
how can you tell such a one,
that this is the end of all the fun
how can you possibly explain
its this, or never ending pain?
His confusion and fear continue to grow
he is near to panic, so
The executioner comes, being brave
probably wanting to be in a cave
all our King can hear are cries
at least it isnt fitful lies
confused, he wants to run, race
but you can see he knows in his face
he goes to his mother for all care,
she cant help - at least shes there
"Help me" says he, awash in sorrow
so, in pain, our brows do furrow
soon its all over, the deed done
where once there was spirit, now none
twisted hearts now, and twisted fate
love cannot even turn to hate
such a one, tiny and bright,
how do we live without the light?
nothing left in the world
away from her, we've been curled
The King is dead! The King is gone!
bow your heads, do not condone,
turn your head up to the sky, at her wail,
send out your spirit, at them flail
scream and shout and push and yell
clang at them his funeral bell
"How do you dare?" at them I cry
"How can you stop a baby who can fly?"
was it really so very needful,
to call him back, make us tearful
couldnt you have let him have time?
why did the bell NOW have to chime?
couldnt you have let him run?
open his days full of fun?
"Oh!" Now I howl "How do you DARE!
to take a King given so much care!
how do you dare rip from me,
my child, my gift, my perfect key
what gives all of you the right
to take away a sacred light...."
When I fall, strength spent, to cry
down to me a goddess does fly
around me go her arms
I feel the power in her palms
"I dont want you" I whisper, in agony
"You have made my spirit small and bony"
"You took away my little boy,
as if he were a childs toy
how can I give you my love
when I have no faith in those above?"
In her soft and lovely voice she says
"what can I do, to help you through days?
some secrets you know, I cannot reveal
some you know, I'll do you a deal
ask and I shall answer only one
after that I shall say none"
"WHY?!" I scream, right in her face
against me she does not brace
"why is it at all fair
that he is no longer there?
why is it fair for it all to end
him away to promptly send
why did you TAKE OUR ONLY KING!
This surely, is a terrible thing"
she is silent, for a moment,
eyes closed, fingers forming a tent
"This answer dear, you do know
you waste your boon, but I must go
I will answer to thee now
only hoping you know, and can bow
This is the answer I bring you from the far sky
simply this universal and eternal truth -
THERE IS NO WHY
Raj was a purebred arabian colt, unique, the only horse in the world with the parents Sashgar and Focus on me. Mum was there when he was born and from that day onward he would go to no other human. I was handling the youngsters full time yet he would not come to me - only mum. I made the descision to buy him and Kman and I presented him to her as a Christmas present in 2001. I had an ulterior motive - I believed that given something so perfect that she wanted so much would heal my mother in a way that would allow her to release bitterness and hurting, and come into love again. I was right. Even when Kman and I went to korea in 2002 Raj filled mums every thought, occupied her every day, a perfect, selfless gift of love that proved forever that she was loved and worth loving....
He broke his leg and had to be destroyed Sept 2002, 2 weeks after I had returned from a very traumatic trip to Korea. If I thought my mum had been bitter and depressed before this then I had no knowledge of how bad it could get. After this point true evil seemed to descend upon her soul and she has never been the same or loved life since that day...
It was WRONG his death. Other deaths have been painful but within the scheme of life - This was wrong, at odds with natural order, and still forms a wound within me, particularly for the changes his passing has wrought in our lives and the emptiness he left behind....
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Comment by David
I told you I wasn't anti-rhyme ... (rhyming doggerel is a different thing to rhythmic verse ... [they are two completely different things ...
I love the opening line ...
My other favourite lines are:
News comes with a sickening crunch
interrupting a peaceful lunch
awash in never stopping blood
the first tears begin the flood
twisted fate and crushed bone
how can we leave him all alone?
how can you tell such a one,
that this is the end of all the fun
he goes to his mother for all care,
she cant help - at least she's there
where once there was spirit, now none
"How can you stop a baby who can fly?"
"I dont want you" I whisper, in agony
"You have made my spirit small and bony"
The line that struck me most was this one:
David ...
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Im just coming to realize how you guys here on orble reach parts of my mind that I cant - It wasnt until I had resentment and fear and confusion and anger whirling through my head that it all became clear - Mum changed that day. I thought she healed like I did, found joy in our new babies, but she never did. I can pinpoint the exact moment our lives changed for the worse.
Thanks for the visit and the comment, I dont claim this to be my best poem, but it was important to me.