"La Parnasse" by Andrea Mantegna‘Bemused’ and Other Poetry by N. Ram The Society December 31, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 5 Comments Bemused “Polyhymnia would not lift her veil, All my attempts at sacred poetry failed, Calliope did not lend me her tablet, Epic poetry left me desolate, Terpsichore was sure, I could never dance, Curtly did she say, ‘not a blighted chance’ Her scroll’s secret code, Clio wouldn’t reveal, History to me lost its raw appeal, Though Urania twirled the globe for me, I could not be another Ptolemy, Her cithara’s notes Erato wouldn’t share, Love became blind and all was not fair, Euterpe wouldn’t play her aulos for me, So, my poetry, lost its rhapsody; But her comic mask Thalia has lent, And to make you laugh”, I said, “I was sent”: Said the readers then, “No escaping you, On us Melpomene, cast her mask anew” Rushing Stream “Why this endless run?”, I asked the silver stream, “Did you not like what you saw on the way? Are you running fast, chasing your own dreams? Does your lover stay somewhere faraway?” The stream stopped its song and did speak to me “I have traveled through changing space and time, I’ve seen evil hearts and base cruelty, I saw hatred vile and the reign of crime. I’m not running for I saw evil here, For I know this truth, evil never wins, Bliss and hope too live in this atmosphere By the goodness here, this earth gently spins” Saying so it left, singing happily, Spraying water jets on me playfully! Fire of Greed We reduced mountains to rubbles, And we shredded nature’s green gown, We pricked ozone’s dainty bubble, Yet our fire of greed didn’t die down. We built concrete jungles so vast, We dried lakes and on them built towns, Thus, was destruction’s shadow cast, Yet our fire of greed didn’t die down. We filled oceans with our garbage, Coral reefs with plastic we crowned, Fresh water streams filled with drainage, Yet our fire of greed didn’t die down. We plundered nature’s fine treasures, Destroyed life forms, known and unknown, Exploited Earth for our pleasures, Yet our fire of greed didn’t die down. We filled the sky with toxic smoke, Gifted our lungs with that smog brown, Not just nature, we too did choke, Yet our fire of greed didn’t die down. Things are now beyond redemption, By our hands were seeds of death sown, Sadly, there is no exemption, Yet our fire of greed won’t die down. Ram is a loyalty marketing consultant. He lives in Mumbai, India. His poem “Bylanes” has been published in Page & Spine. His pantoums have been published on Chalkboard on Medium. His other poems have been accepted in the Tower Journal and Ilumen. His poem “Two or one” earned Honorable Mention in the Society’s Rhyming Riddles Contest. 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) 5 Responses Bob McGinness January 1, 2018 These are perfect. I love them. Reply N.Ram January 2, 2018 Thank you, Bob! Reply Krishna Kumar January 2, 2018 Beautifully penned poetry. A brilliant blend of rhyme and reason. Reply N.Ram January 2, 2018 Thank you, KK! Reply N.Ram January 2, 2018 Thank you, KK! 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.