House of Revolution

House of Revolution

A Poem by Leah

It is hard for one,
To kick against the goads,
Plainly peculiar,
Somehow or rather;

Upon broaching,
The statement of being;
May it thus be Wisdom?
Arrayed in her harlequin jumpsuit?

Laughable,
So agrees the Majority;
Remarkably still,
She is elected by the few;

About the muted handful,
Of Momentum's Lovechilde;
Granted for,
A mere glance per Age;

She hast halted all;
Every soul e'er designed;
At all crossroads,
Even deadends;

On countless Chimes!
O' irony! Cease thy chants!
A deranged scarcity,
Are one with Her;

Contrary to the entirety;
Of Civilization, so to speak,
Are rather relatively,
Contemptuous of her;

' Wilt thou not eye thineself?'
Wisdom softly sings;
Oft' times with a rod or two,
Requests of us,
With questionable Love;

So much so,
That I know naught,
From whence,
'Twas first conceived!

Dreadfully tangible,
A statement decreed
To a divine extent,
'Tis grasping for the wind;

Even so, for a mule,
To envisage Wisdom!
Mightily pathetic a dream,
O' silly Wisdom!

Whence, hast carnal blood,
Doused with live sagacity,
Been ever borne,
Unto our rural planetarium?

Solely one, true wise,
Insightfully spotless,
Hence 'tis we that declared,
He be a myth akin to Wisdom!

For where filthy deeds are,
Being fed as a mother's bosom milk,
A household of merry-making,
Still breathes a House of Mirth!

Thou now deny,
Without first supposing,
All flesh, within stale unison,
Under this same ol' roof;

Regardless alike,
Faith and Unfaith,
Even them whom profess,
The extant spotless Lamb!

Too weary,
A thought;
Too weary,
A reality besought;

An invitation to mourning?
To the House of Scorn!
O' whom shall attend?
To the House of Mourning?

Certainly not we!
Not one of the House of Mirth!
For all whom weep and wail,
Are wretched and deluded!

'Death be just ye ol' forty-winks!'
So says the Imp;
Ye ol' delight and Mate;
O' silly Wisdom! Hell be ye dream!

All past whom fondled Death,
They speak! Yea, cynnically fated!
Sound barriers, they shatter!
Still, dost ears of flesh test dreams?

Yet to descry,
O' House of Mirth,
Only them deranged and wretched,
Them alone, wise and deluded;

'Tis them, House of Mourning,
'Tis them, whom hast so learnt;
Discerning the Age,
Examining wholly per empathy;

Saith the Preacher,
For a time, and times, and half a time:
‘Vanity of vanities,
All is vanity;'

For the heart of the wise, singly,
Is in the House of Mourning;
But the heart of fools, being Myriads,
Is in the House of Mirth.

"Schlemiel


Ecclesiastes 7:2
“Better to go to the house of mourning,
Than to the house of feasting,
For that is the end of all men;
And the living will take it to heart.”
" The Preacher

© 2010 Leah


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hmmm. a thick stew of Biblical allusions and philosphical speculations. Very filling. Set the mind aflame with thought and feelings. I like it.

I might turn it into a small series of poems....not because it is "too much", but, because we have all been programmed to accept things in chunks.

Either way, I dug it. I'll be back for more.

Ecc2
10 I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;
I refused my heart no pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my labor,
and this was the reward for all my toil.
11 Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun.


"

Cheers!
RG

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Reviews

Wow, this is a very passionate and well thought out piece.
I especially like the language and the lines:

"Too weary,
A thought;
Too weary,
A reality besought;
An invitation to mourning?
To the House of Scorn!
O' whom shall attend?
To the House of Mourning?"

I won't lie and say that I understood all the depth and meaning to every line but from what I did see, I felt a powerful sense of adulation.
Definitely on my must read again list :)
Overall it was very entertaining and an amazing use of poetic skill and artistry!

Posted 12 Years Ago


You're so descriptive, and I think that really adds to the tention of the poem... it was good though, i like your layout and style!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Good poem that deserves a slow and detailed reading, a mix of religion and politics, and philosophical ideas, maybe a bit OTT, but a poem that has been written with love and care.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Quite majestic. I love your descriptive stanzas as well as the flow throughout this piece. You did a great job on this one.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Deep. Great work. Look forward to reading more from you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Amazing...Very deep. Great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


a mind blowing read. keep up the excellent work, your style blows me away!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Wow! It's wonderful! I really liked your writing style and the use of words couldn't be more perfect. It's so deep, philosophical and strangely enthralling-I loved it! Great write and awesome penning!

Posted 12 Years Ago


absolutely loved it. The voice, the reflections...this was superb. Thankyou.

Posted 12 Years Ago


impressive lanaguage control; feels very lived in and dedicated.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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