As history would have us all believe.
What was really present, 'neath such glossy covers?
And where and when for he his darling Eve?
Her knight in shining armour's due her side
As he scrambles to his faithful steed and lusty;
Having quite forgotten that he cannot ride
And that despite his armour's sheen, it may be rusty.
To his soulmate, where located, go his thoughts -
The measure of his love, wrapped in a sonnet:
Not just himself - a humble poet, of sorts,
But his heart and soul - and all that sits upon it.
If she provides the combination - he himself the lock -
Then together they can throw away the code.
A pairing - she for navigation, he for rock -
Will see them right, no matter where the road.
Word and soul his tools - both bard and bared -
He offers up himself to such a world
As experience dictates is best served shared;
Unencumbered - uninhibited - unfurled.
"Carpe Diem" both his reasoning, and creed
He takes delight in life, in love, in victual;
'Steady as a rock' through word and deed -
Tho' Parkinson's now stays his hand a little.
Should such disclosure, scattered as it is
Unto the winds, 'twixt server farm and screening
Be recognised by she who finds that in his
Scribblings there lies a deeper meaning
Then neither have his efforts been in vain
Nor his limited vocabulary stalling.
Her naked laughter, throughout this refrain;
He wants - he needs - he yearns - is that her calling?
And a little something for fans of "Les Miserables" - which I unashamedly admit is my favourite stage musical - nothing else comes close to encapsulating the multifarious vicissitudes of life so concisely, and quite so elegantly.
"Do you hear the people sing?" - see how the score
Soars majestically from voice to voice.
We, the people, triumphant once more,
Our world, our stage, our history - our choice.
Valjean / Javert - the ancient, primal struggle:
Life's never black and white, yet's all we get.
'Midst life and love - such values as we juggle
But who Thénardier, and who Cosette?
A call for 'revolution' strikes a chord
Yet it's peace for which his heart has often prayed.
Despite, and yet because of "The Good Lord"
There's confrontation at the barricade.
He searches for a world of truth and virtue
Of peace - of love - of reconciliation -
Where love can have a bite, but never hurt you;
One life, one love, one people, and one nation.
Finally, a contemporary piece written in response to the appalling act of atrocity committed recently in Woolwich:
"Butchery" the tabloids scream "Pics!" - queasy.
"Allah hu akbar"'s heard across the 'net.
The "Bloody Muslims" subtext's all too easy
But those WE raise - and then, somehow, forget?
Denmark's "Anders Breivik" - the Far Right's
Not something with which we, perhaps, engage.
A Workers' Youth League camp - and Breivik's sights
Saw sixty-nine of us give up old age.
A drop-out neuroscientist - James Holmes
White, non-terrorist - with no surprises.
Where's Batman when grenade and pistol roams?
As with twelve of us dead, a Dark Knight Rises.
I won't further this catalogue of bloodshed
For it's served a purpose, and I've made my call.
Let's turn the spots - and aim the light we should shed
On the human condition - warts and all.
We need to learn that monsters lie within us -
Blaming those that lie without won't fix the toll.
For we all of us have good and badness in us;
Let's find the trigger - lest more heads should roll...
22nd May 2013 -
"Woolwich machete attack leaves man dead" (BBC headline)
All verse (c) driversoft, 2013