I have been absent from this group for some time.  Firstly there have been copywrite and 'publishing'issues.  Secondly |I confess i have difficulty using the site technically (The site consistently scrambles my lines - my fault i know).  Thirdly,I confess to being disappointed with the volume (though not the quality) of critique on a site that aims to celebrate cand expand the poetic experience.


However, I wrote the following poem as a 'workshop exercise' recently, inspired by something Coyote Grey mentioned.  So here I am again:

An Incredible lightness of Being

(The Ballad of John Wilkes Booth)

A thespian Booth in a theatre booth

With  an ounce of brass and lead.

He had dood and dogged the deed forsooth

 Most splendidly the fiend was dead.

 He’d dood the deed for the plot he’d lost

And the pot he tossed in vain

The Green was Red and the Land he bossed

Was a nation burst atwain.

 He plow’d his cause in the Land of Will

In the being of Brutus he dwelt

When Abe outgrabe his heart went still

And a terrible rage he felt.

‘Sic semper Tyrannis!’  the thespian cried

As onto the stage he leapt

And as he lept  a democrat died

But history merely slept

A bungle, a booggled conspiracy flopped

An incompetent farce played out

A nation lived though a heartbeat stopped
And the knaves were left without.

And he hopped away on the arm of a fool

And his mind was a turmoil whilst fleeing

He knew of course he’d been used as a tool

For his incredible lightness of being.

John Tufail

sbeckett sbeckett
61-65, M
Feb 25, 2010