when the baron spoke to me of mischief
the devil made him do it so they say
but i am not a man to follow gossip
so i bade him sit with me and pray

but what of prayer i think to hear you ask me
does it serve a purpose yes or no
can a man persuade the gods to linger
and chart our sacred courses as we go

it’s not a thing that i have pondered often
since all the gods i knew are surely dead
remain upon your knees if that’s what suits you
and i will take my leave and plough ahead

we sat and cursed and cursed and sat for hours
drinking of the finest wines we knew
asking no one’s leave we planned the future
not knowing if our plotting would prove true

for is it not said man must have no master
and woman should be mistress of her self
no more must any person take instruction
except it cost them heart and home and health

so all in all we spoke of this and that thing
examined what we could of what may pass
then giving no more thought to staid convention
determined we were of a better class

and thus we came at last to a decision
everybody’s life was ours to bend
never would we bow our knee to others
and always we would count each other friend

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  1. damommza

     /  May 25, 2015

    Very interesting poem you’ve written there..I had to read it more than twice to get the full effect..I like the last stanza best, of course, but the whole thing has an interesting slant on religion and what makes a friend.. all in all..I liked it! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  2. I needed a little sun today so i stopped by……these verses could be the basis of a fine old black and white movie, full of honor and a little romance and bourbon!

    • Interestingly (to myself if not to others) I had a picture in my mind while writing this; two Victorian gentlemen dressed in smoking jackets, sat in a drawing room, a glass in one hand and a cigar in the other, solving all the world’s problems, to their satisfaction if no-one else’s.

  3. I had a similar vision after you wrote this!! You and damommza could write the script. I’ll give you three days and then i want it on my desk. πŸ™‚ During filming, i will play the slightly rotund helpful house employee who gets kicked out of the drawing room a total of 6 times, and I will direct myself, never saying a word, just a slight look of mild disgust which will become more noticeable after each rejection. There, it’s half written already! HA!

    • I will have to leave that up to you and damommza, my skills, such as they are, extend only to snapshots, not full video πŸ˜€

      • damommza

         /  June 21, 2015

        My contract specifically states that I can only collaborate with sunovawot..we will have to negotiate a new contract adaein3. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  4. dear sunovawot,
    Asking permission to put a hand written copy of your poem that begins “Sleep now, and I will be there when my time is due”…. into my Mawm’s earthly resting place. (she was 96, loved poetry, memorized rather long ones like The Wreck of the Hesperus.) Her “send off” is in two more days, hope to hear from you. It’s the sweetest poem ever! If it is too weird a request, just say so and I will abide.


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