My Childish Views
by michael cahill
Why can’t we change this world, is it too late?
Why must the tides be ruled by stinging tears,
while ev’ry giggle born within us waits?
The child inside brings hope when it appears.
The sand is jeweled with heads that hide in fear,
as ev’ry demon’s dream’s let through the gate.
We’re sunning on the beach with hapless cheer:
the sun turns red, and still we hesitate.
Why can’t we change this world, is it too late?
Our garbage glitters, borne on waves innate
relentless pounding-- waste of profiteers.
What value does life hold? The bucks their mate;
like sodomy, we’re mounted from the rear.
Why must the tides be ruled by stinging tears?
Our souls abide with hearts of pioneers--
adventure’s lure the meat that filled our plate.
Are hope and faith just ancient souvenirs?
Truth dwells within our cells … we abrogate,
while ev’ry giggle born within us waits.
Reach down, discover lost, enduring traits;
a hero hides within, constrained but near.
Break free, it’s time--we’re chained in dire straits.
Ignore the doubtful lies that we all hear;
the child inside brings hope when it appears.
The sea engulfs, like love, a mountain’s fears,
for mountains are just sand that time awaits.
Relentless seas cause beaches to appear;
the ocean understands a mountains fate …
why can’t we?
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Author Notes
Traditional Rondeau Redouble
abab, baba1, abab2, baba3, abab4, baba and half of the first line of the poem as the last line.
My Version
abab, babaA1, ababB2, babaA3, ababB4, baba plus part of the first line
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