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Critique The Critic
Author: G. E. Graven
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Critique The Critic
Can poems be coined merely for play
in similar manner as in olden day
or must they be butchered; dissected away
by awful autopsy after poet's decay?
"What happened to us? We demand recourse!"
Should critical dissection be the only force
that drives us poets to lay our course
in some cryptic prescription even rivaling Morse?
"We now say, no!" There are no such things
as puppet-like poems fitting critics' strings.
"Qashab!" All rhymes are rich by autonomous means
and all verse is perfect when the Poet sings.
We sing of spirits and dancing fairies,
of wine and women and moment that varies
'tween whim and madness that surely carries
with it some weight for worthy tally.
How dare you declare our words were wasted,
proclaiming our pieces as merely pasted,
when effort was such that we poets tasted
meaningful measures; preserved and unwasted.
Humble us now, oh Critical One.
Have you countered all prose we poets have done?
Comparing ourselves, you should certainly shun
in light of the Poet, the Counter-Critical One.
How must we give birth, oh Demanding One,
that our free-form fancy be your dutiful son?
Is there such a rule that you are the one
to raise our children? Your precision done?
We implore you, Critic; critique this piece
and wave your wand that it rest in peace.
"Abreq ad habra!" Cast it down as stain and crease,
as a leaf of languishing language released.
When condemning this leaf, you do solemnly swear
by the blood of all poets, us everywhere,
that All verse is worthless; All is despair
no matter the meter or genius we share.
Since this is the poem where we poets do speak:
"We are neither your slaves, nor humble, nor meek,
but are lords of these worlds you pathetically seek.
And your chains are but ours to break and critique."
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Devil's Villanelle
Author: G. E. Graven
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Devil's Villanelle
Never lives a damon god-dog nomad as evil'r even,
As a snake, which bewitched Eve to eat of Evil, condemning Man
To wander the world, that Devil and evil jackal from heaven.
That prideful angel and wicked warlord, whence from heaven driven,
Angered God against Creation, to spawn a flood for forty span.
Never lives a damon god-dog nomad as evil'r even.
Tempter of mortals, that immoral and heretical heathen
Gambled as God against goodly Job: a gentleman better than
To wander the world, that Devil and evil jackal from heaven.
Gadarenes Man with a legion and then Magdalene with seven.
Satan's minions possess the masses; damons damned, within His clan.
Never lives a damon god-dog nomad as evil'r even.
Apostate of Apocalypse, seven heads and ten crowns given,
And Himself did Scripture describe: A Dragon awakened, with plan
To wander the world, that Devil and evil jackal from heaven.
Morningstar shines no more, since fallen in sin amongst our brethren.
That god-like damon drifts as wandering wolf, stalking what it can.
Never lives a damon god-dog nomad as evil'r even,
To wander the world, that Devil and evil jackal from heaven.
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