Staring with unseeing eyes,
dreaming Jaberesque sighs
and Wilkinsonian lines that
harmonise with uplifting
ideals in flowing rhymes
My romantic heart is blown
away by what the poets say,
Ivanesque replies to bovine
divines and Beauty in the
dog called Beast, I am so
Pleased with the lyrical
love songs on the Net
can’t see my colleagues’
eyes, can’t listen to
official voices or lies
issued by administration
when Provisioning refuse
to pay the freelancers;
all I hear are the sweet
sounds of poetic verse
rising and falling in
iambic pentameter…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry for Bovines, well i guess it's better than poetry for swine, animal farm with every line..