THE FAILED ODE

10 09 14

Broken splendour writhes
in agonized forfeitures
of all hints of an idyllic
compromise against the grain
of your insurgent campaigns
against my bravery
Insolvent decrees against your brevity
If I have the sliest quip
nipping at my showman's disposal
it will curtsey in the guise
of a sheepish candidate
for a cower under your
unperturbed wordsmith's profundity
of intellectual retrieval
Take the remnants of my revelry
for storage in a shelter
of misplaced dedications
You deserve ballads at this stage
and all I have for you
is the abstruse skinnings
of a sated body's incorrigible skin
Technicalities equip chemistry
to their invincibility of logic
and here I am with flaccid either/ors
that enlighten neither side
of my decision
I am doomed to an incursion of indifference
amplifying how little this
imagination has to say compared
to your compendium of knowledge
in your bottomless philosophy
where intuition bottoms out
and I remain to rub my wounds
of frazzled confidence
in once-informative
poetic observations

Author's Note

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Ah, Kubla, women can be extreme b@#$! sometimes, right? We get so caught up in control, we steal a man's manhood, then we wonder why on earth we married such a weakling? I complain about my man's insensitivity and selfishness, but I've fed that particular monster; and it's my mess to fix. Men trying to regain their voice in a relationship have an uphill battle just as difficult. I think most women like strong men. Strong men are sexy and confident. The trick is not whipping them slowly over time. Can you imagine John Wayne or Yule Brenner, Vin Diesel or Russell Crowe kitten whipped? They'd lose all their mistique and magic. Men need their cajones to be men, and women have got to learn to stop putting them down and shutting them up. I loved this composition. Great writing, my friend. 100/100

[emmajoy]

As has been proved time after time, we are our own enemies, best or worst critics, and a hell of a lot more.

Seems the Poet feels more than the Being feels in your poem. Here the Words defy their own existence and You-person dips pen in own salt tears. However, takes courage to admit to feelings that crack open foundations.. don't do that. You deserve far better from yourself; go gently.

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Kubla, wth man...perfection is a matter of opinion and opinions change like the weather. If I had half your wit I'd merely be a half wit. If I stole your genius I'd be a plagiarist...write some more s**t so I can be a lazy admirer :)

[B.J]

A real interesting read a perception of life and the energy life takes. Great write

[ms. barrie]

Exquisite write, Mr. Steve...a passionate write full of
Intensity of turmoil that all can relate to. Not to mention, with
fiery sardonic imagery. Brilliantly
Executed. Thanks for sharing! I thoroughly enjoyed
This! c:

[Butch Decatoria]

Enjoyed this one, your reference to obscurantism : deliberate vagueness ... Brilliant...

[Butch Decatoria]

Remnants of revelry : poetic...
You write with such justice, inner rage demanding truth. Rage against the machine... Perfect for open mic spoken word / slam. Kudos and s**t, you know?

[Caradoc]

Well written, my friend.

-Caradoc

[Troy Henson]

It's a shame that after years of being told, moulded and shaped that we find it so hard to regain that confidence we once had about ourselves. The sad thing is when e fight back we are frowned upon.

I could go on....great emotion and imagery in the one K. Your a master of telling it how it is and I enjoy how real your pieces are. Thank you for sharing my friend.

Troy

[Shannon April Alice]

YES! FREAKIN YES! LOVE LOVE LOVE> you rock!

[Brittany Zedalis]

╰☆╮I think you are a wonderful writer, to be honest. This piece right here is proof.╰☆╮

[Rita L. Sev]

This poem shows so much of you, Steve - from insecurities to brilliance. It seems as though you are looking into a mirror tainted with your own self-doubt, and reading this makes me want to scrub that thing off with a big ol' bottle of Windex so you can see the kind and brilliant poet you are.