Poetic Mendicant Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
each the times bemoan;
stressed by compassion's grasp,
ingrained word sown life disowns;
individualist rare, previews minds mood,
frigid wills he does discern;
insurrection, a thought held vast,
implied truth's, tout one's dishonor.

Prerogative, free your chained mind,
release past stain despotic;
concomitant imbroglio once bound,
faces now this world chaotic;
temporal truth outweighs want,
life's bliss questions idea quixotic;
perceptivity palpable eoan,
entwined societal gist, riddle semiotic.

Incessant proves life's filature,
its touch, binds each into account;
emblements, an inedible gruel,
thought as fruit, abstruse keynote;
historicity, prime number obscured,
self's augmentative connote;
coincibency jesting theft,
petitio principia, intones snidely cantor.

Initiates, anew in words from blood,
long of mindfulness and mores;
misconstrue one's meanderings,
as logical crazes, fecundity ignores;
interpretation, ideas coalesce,
worked verse provides the Id amore';
contradictions, fuel creative trysts,
twisted thoughts, this art restores.

Orient then one's psyche appetent,
as present wanes benignly;
dupery thrives, flexile ideas hide,
within abderian punning finery;
circumscribe in self perspicacity,
release your jocularity divinely;
sagaciousness poetic ruse,
a mendicants muse, his true babblery.