Eloisa To Abelard's Cousin Alexander Dope Regretting Pseudo-Poetic Rants Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Alas how strange, what sudden horrors rise,
see senseless stripling's strophe s[cr]eeding sighs
destroys 'A Peoples' poise! Strong voice, longhand,
pen style defiled, oppos’d divine command.
Barbarian stay! poor wordy strokes restrain,
crime counters common-sense, uncommon pain
few comments calls, shame falls, rage unsuppress’d.
Let tears rush, burning blush can't soothe unrest.

Where prose curse rose verse crushes on the screen
regretting unmet meter, rhyme unseen,
there rant vent some invent, print upper case
to compensate for words deformed, off base,
yet base remaining, seldom food for thought
vouchsafing. For 'profanum vulgus' caught
between the hammer of prose rush to crush
opposing int'rests husky train mush-mush
robs pure poetics drawn to graceful mesh,
of fundament insights bright and fresh.

Poetic diction weaves a magic spell
as voice may gourmet choice prefer, plumb well
vocabulary wide and rich to stitch
here playful pitch, there stars as glimpsed from ditch.
Star symphony tunes pitch, no pitch and toss
expedience is found where at a loss
for words rant writer higgledy-piggledy hurls
texto terms, mizzspellings big toe curls
to tail prehensile, outraged by page tale
that tortures language way beyond the pale.

Love of language, music, must entwine
to offer vintage robed poetic wine,
from whine ungainly liberate cork
awkward bungled penny-a-liner dork,
whose I is crossed, with T as PDQ
U turn burns bridges. Few true overview
holistic here retain with grace and style,
maintaining pace, informing all the while
with inspiration gilding framework fair
building leaving room to insight share,
expunged initial incongruity.
true verse evolves in perpetuity,
revised through time, read rhyme to reason wed,
sense, sounds sublime, chime though swift seasons spread.
On purple prose opprobrium is heaped
script skipped, sense stripped, in Lethe's waters steeped,
though one might ask harsh fate: 'Who cares a dime
you take to task ill-written words as crime? '

Both form and scansion contribute to show
that music, passion, flow together, glow,
may, growing way beyond restrictions trite,
invent divine dimension for delight
as flow and form, united, complement
intentions to travers minds petty, bent,
transforming virgin page to blushing bride
implicitly addressing sense most hide
hoarse through coarse overstatements we deride.

Stravinsky, Igor, eagerly explained
to who against traditions' forms complained,
that artificial rule constrictive leave
realms superficial, birthing mirth, conceive
in music and in poetry key cues
most fundamental to aspiring muse,
empowering major creativity
above and beyond form-lazy minor key.
Guidelines teach till reach is over-wrought,
beauty to words translated from pure thought.

Soul pure keys into beauty to explain
fact or imagination, turning plain
to harmony which head and shoulders rises
above the common herd intent on prizes;
gold, silver, bronze they honour, able mention
turns green about the gills with apprehension
that quality may quantity defeat
through due alliteration, scanning feet.
Heaven in a grain of sand is caught,
transported through synaptic links to port.

Verse seeks not to impress, in press would print
no mumbo-jumbo jumble spliced with splint
to help wimp limp upon the printed page,
unseen thereafter, stricken from life's stage.
The poet, spurning screed, turns refrain
unstrained, at times untrained, to gift again
imagination's dream theme, or some theme
drawn from 'true life', would content, context team
to offer up a canvas existential
layered, well prepared compared to bare essential
prose rant unkind is most inclined to spread
upon sheet, screen, with little heart or head
returns for future gleaning - fallow write
unharvested, weed seedless, from the light
of harmony and balance both restrained,
yet unrestrained refrain, sense unsustained.

Away from ego poet channels verse,
half hopes successive centuries rehearse
some tithe of sentiments both well expressed
and pertinent to tomorrow's woes addressed
with empathy, to kindred spirits found
beyond time's second thoughts, retaining sound
advice or heartfelt pleadings; worthy cause
espoused to rouse fresh readers. Free from flaws
verse flow should glow with inner light to move
hearts hopeful, soothing minds which would remove
all trace of hasty pace, find space to grow
release and peace which through great verse may flow.