Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise The Society December 22, 2014 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 1 Comment He Kept On By Erisbawdle Cue He kept on striving to attain an ideality connected to the good, but grounded in reality. He kept on working to achieve perfection in the act, pragmatism on the run with satisfaction’s fact. He kept on pressing to combine both ecstasy and truth, to do so now, as an adult, as he had done in youth. He kept it up—this quest for love of knowledge and the true. He longed to have it deep inside, so beautiful and new. He kept on reaching to obtain more power all the time. He longed to rise upon time’s wings and felt it worth the climb. A Guy Flopped Out upon a Tile Floor By Rudi E. Welec, “Abs.” He lay back down on the ceramic tiles, his right hand balanced on the surface face. Though sprawled upon that solid plane, he smiled, relaxed and pleased, upon that hard, flat place. He put his right hand underneath his leg, despite his situation on the floor, there laughing at himself, a cheerful egg, insinuating he was good for more. Sometimes one can let everything just go, and savor, momentarily, mishaps. Sometimes it’s good enough to grin and glow; one can still be content in a collapse. That guy reminded me there’s more to life than struggle, strain, the strenuous, and strife. Variation on a Theme of Archilochus By Ercules Edibwa I met him on the battlefield so far from anyone. I could not help but feel fear. This would not be so fun. I placed my back against a solid place safe and secure. I had to have my back protected if I would endure. He came at me with shield and lance, with fire in his eye. He was both vile and violent, that fierce, determined guy. I set my stance. My legs were firm. I would not yield an inch. I could not help but feel the hand of fate begin to pinch. I held my shield steadily before his coming lance; however, he knocked it about. I only had my stance. But I could not escape, backed in the corner as I was. From off life’s stem I fell, fast as a dandelion’s fuzz. Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State. He often writes under anagrammatic pseudonyms. Featured Image: “Fury of Achilles” by Coypel Charles-Antoine NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Beau Ecs Wilder December 29, 2014 Charles-Antoine Coypel’s Work “The wrath of Peleus’ Son, the direful Spring Of all the Grecian Woes, O Goddess, sing!” —Alexander Pope, The Iliad Charles-Antoine Coypel’s work of 1737, a masterpiece of power, glory, fury, raging heav’n. Poseidon and Athena have assumed their human forms, supporting great Achilles as he tow’rds the Trojans storms. Up in the foreground are Scamander, river god Xanthos, and also brother Simoeis, t’ Achilles wrath opposed, both enemies of Greeks, and haters of his fearsome raid. Up in the sky, torch-clad Hephaestus, rushes to his aid, sent down upon the battlefield by goddess Hera, Queen of high Olympus, countering in force what she has seen. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.