A double sonnet I wrote upon Morality, under the title of:-
Foibles
Eyes closed, breathe deep to clear your thoughts of strife,
And now imagine, deep within your mind,
You are a fly upon the wall of life
Observing all the foibles of mankind.
The avarice of those already rich,
Dispensing patronage by way of bribe,
Their gluttony for wealth at fever pitch;
Full drunken on the lucre they imbibe.
The soulless, sly seducer of a wife,
While cuckold, drinking solace, salves hurt pride.
The faithless spouse who's yet to feel the knife
Of cruel deception when she's cast aside.
The fake sincerity that goes along
With power-seeking people, doing wrong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The politician, spouting rhetoric
Makes promises he'll leave upon the shelf:
A con, a salesman, and his pitch a trick,
For what he's really selling is himself.
The preacher, preaching tales about "the end"
Whose audience upon TV doth mount,
Who urges folk "your evil ways amend",
Then counts the blessings in his Swiss account.
Yet prostitute, who loiters on her range
Her wares concealed 'neath tantalising guise,
Soliciting for trade in fair exchange,
She won't pretend her love is aught but lies.
Her foibles need not be immoral deeds
For honesty is all a foible needs.
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I enjoyed the first one the most although I liked the last line of the second one the most.
pixiedust
Level 8
June 24, 2018
2
They are actually "linked" in the morality theme, showing that the prostitute is actually the only honest person mentioned.
@Petter Oh yes. You have an amazing facility for conveying complete stories and commentary in unexpected poetical form. I am resistant to the level of morality you impart to the prostitute although I understand your premise and agree with it as it pertains to that one type of exchange. Your writing deserves a much wider audience than our small group.
Had to think about that last line, then it twigged: she is at least honest, so it ain't really a foible. In contrast to the first sonnet, where the deeds are actually somewhat more than foibles as well as dishones in the extreme. I'm impressed...Bloody good, in my opinion.
StJohn
Level 6
June 24, 2018
2
High praise indeed. Thank you.
Mmmm.
It is too early Sunday morning
For me to grasp your concluding line.
Perhaps returning to it at another time
Will result in comprehension dawning.
©Rjn 2018
For me to grasp your concluding line.
Perhaps returning to it at another time
Will result in comprehension dawning.
©Rjn 2018
FrayedBear
Level 9
June 23, 2018
2
Morality? The only truly moral person mentioned is the last.
Both are excellent...but the first sonnet, was like watching a movie from beginning to end...in the twinkling of an eye!
Freedompath
Level 9
June 23, 2018
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