All This Talk About Revolutions Poem by Leaking Pen

All this talk about revolutions
And Arab Spring
Got me excited and thinking:
It's time for my poetic voice to revolt
Against my captive mind, I went on line
Googling articles on how to prepare and mix
Successful ingredients for my revolution!
I read numerous articles
You've guessed it
I became an expert
On revolts and on one special Mutiny!
That got me really, really dreamy.
About the Bounty! And the Island of Tahiti
And Fletcher Christian and his love for Maimiti
And naked sailors frolicking, and releasing their pent up desires
And receiving the Sun goddess warm embrace
And I imagined what it would be like
To swim in turquoise seas beaming with seduction
And receiving free love from beauties
With tiaras on their heads made from palm leaves
Set me free from the iron fist of old Mother England!

Hey, hey, hey………………….

Need to get back on course…. of course!
Sound the horns and beat the drums
Down with Captain William Bligh!
And Egypt's Hosni Mubarak!
And Libya's Mummar Gaddafi!
And Syria Bashir al-Assad!
I yelled, I shouted like a braying jackass
With a voice that chattered stained glass
To the whole wide world outside! ! ! !
From the confine of my tiny shower stall inside! ! !
With vanity looks projecting on the mirror on my wall
Stoking the furnace of my soul
With more fire, rage, and persistent roar
To free my poetic mind and its caged sole.

I learned how to emit hot steam
Like a charging fighting Spanish bull
From videos clips on you tube
'Hooray! Hooray El matador! '
On my many late sleepless nights
I nurtured my emerging youthful hormones
Tweeted in Freedom Square
With protesting emotions
Demanding regime change!
I placed revolutionaries banners
In bold type red letters...
On my personal page on Face Book
That read:
'Behead the old me
And usher in the new me.'

With my naiveté
Hoping for support
From a 12 steps program
And friends, family, neighbours and to be soon, my free country,
To affirm my new awakening
And from the new formed vigilantly!
But to my dismay,
As with every new path
A vision set with new eyes
I tread alone- on my own-
It's hard for all to comprehend
My personal struggle:
To keep this poem confined to a one page.
I miserably failed
-Lines from this poem bursting
On to a second page
Like my revolutionary ideas
Full of words with no weight behind them
And my personal revolution fizzles out!
To the comfort living of the western world
I walk away from my deep, deep sleep
Towards my coffee maker pre-set alarm
And the smell of fresh brewed java
Enticing the nostrils of my mind
Finally, I realize…
My revolution, victory, and glory
The new trinity, which is me,
Were nothing but a passing dream.
Moments in time lost forever
To a mundane routine get ready
To go to work,
My daily awakening!

August 4th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011
Rev Oct 31th 2014 ATTA R