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AdLib On October - 31 - 2011

The Ravin’

 

by Edgar Adlib Poe

 

Once upon a campaign dreary, while I taxed the weak and weary,
Overlooking many a quaint and curious volumes of Biblical lore,
While I plotted, nearly laughing, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my Senate chamber door.
” ‘Tis some citizen,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate Bagger member wrought its spite upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished for sorrow; vainly Dems had sought to borrow
From Rove’s book we increased sorrow, sorrow for the lost class war.
For the rare and Reaganite Made Men with the angled game, class war.
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of our people’s hurtin’
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic tickles never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
” ‘Tis some citizen entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late citizen entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my scent grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was crapping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you.” Here I opened wide the door;—
Hippies there, and nothing more.

Deep into the hippies peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, scheming schemes no mortals ever dared to scheme before;
But the drum circle was unbroken, and the protest gave no token,
And the only word there spoken were the whispered words,
class war. This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words,
“Class war” Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my greed within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
“Surely,” said I, “surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let’s not see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery ignore.
Let my brain be still a moment, and this mystery ignore.
” ‘Tis the people, and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately hippy, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of Depp or Clooney, leaned against my chamber door.
Perched beside a bust of Reagan, just beside my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony youth beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be long and crazy thou,” I said, “art sure no lazy,
Vegan, slim, and youthful hippy, wandering from the nightly square.
Tell me what thy hipster name is at this Night’s Plutocratic back door.”
Quoth the hippy, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil–prophet still, if Dem or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us–by that God we both ignore–
Tell this soul with sorrow missing, if, without the distant hissing,
It shall clasp a sainted mission, whom the Koch Boys name Class War–
Clasp a rare and Reaganite mission, whom the Koch Boys name Class War?
Quoth the hippy, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, dude or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting–
“Get thee back into the Prius and this Night’s Plutocratic whore!
Leave no joint roach as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my greediness unbroken! — quit the bust beside my door!
Take thy Tweet from out my heart, and take thy beads from off my door!”
Quoth the hippy, “Nevermore.”

And the hippy, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
By the ragged bust of Reagan just beside my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a voter’s that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be re-elected—nevermore!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM THE PLANET!!!

Written by AdLib

My motto is, "It is better to have blogged and lost hours of your day, than never to have blogged at all."

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  1. Emerald1943 says:

    A little haiku for Occupy Poetry!

    Zuccotti snow fall…
    Domes of ice with huddled souls…
    Marching into Spring.

    You are NOT allowed to laugh! :-) At least, I have the form correct! 5-7-5 I’m not sure about punctuation though, so I’m winging it!

  2. Caru says:

    Really, genuinely, impressive. Fantastic work, AdLib.

  3. foodchain says:

    AdLib as my son would say, “Oh, wow” in that most quiet way to show his appreciation.
    “Tis some citizen, only this and nothing more.” captures the Congress better than anything I’ve read to date. The transition of power from pol to citizen has that great elegance of strengthening cadence. I loved this—-a keeper

  4. Brilliant AdLib! Just brilliant! As a self professed poet, I am very impressed. Here is the stanza I really like;

    “Be that word our sign of parting, dude or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting–
    “Get thee back into the Prius and this Night’s Plutocratic whore!
    Leave no joint roach as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my greediness unbroken! — quit the bust beside my door!
    Take thy Tweet from out my heart, and take thy beads from off my door!”
    Quoth the hippy, “Nevermore.”

    Great Kudos to you and Edgar! 😉

  5. lynettema says:

    So impressive. It is clear you are a heavy lifter.

  6. Chernynkaya says:

    Wow—that is fantastic! I am in awe. I love this line:

    It shall clasp a sainted mission, whom the Koch Boys name Class War–
    Clasp a rare and Reaganite mission, whom the Koch Boys name Class War?
    Quoth the hippy, “Nevermore.”

    And don’t give the credit to Poe; there are lots of poems and it doesn’t mean just anyone can write as well as you. The best I could do is:

    There once was a man from Nantucket
    and I hate every stupid and venal Republican retard especially the Baggers and hope they all go to to hell
    in a bucket.

  7. MurphTheSurf3 says:

    Brilliant.

    And fun.

    It is now in the hands of a whole raft of folks with attribution to AdLib and Planet POV.

    Thanks for ALL of the Work….which had to be considerable.

    An intriguing Halloween gift.

  8. coveark says:

    :-) Happy Halloween

  9. kesmarn says:

    Uh-oh, now you’ve started something, AdLib…

    Sonnet — To Science

    by J. Edgar Kes

    Science! true daughter of Heresy thou art!

    Why preyest thou thus upon the Bagger’s heart?

    Vulture, whose wings are inconvenient truths,

    How can he love thee or how deem thee wise

    Who wouldst not leave him drilling, polluting earth and skies

    Albeit he drilled with fracking glee?

    Hast thous not dragged Rush Limbaugh from his car?

    And driven Sarah Palin from her book tour

    To seek to be a Disney star?

    Hast thou not torn the Glenn Beck from his dreams,

    The O’Reilly from the Fox, and from Cain

    the presidential dream beneath the flat tax tree?

  10. Emerald1943 says:

    Adlib, WOW!

    That is incredible! What a talent we have in our midst! Edgar would love it!

    Happy Halloween, everyone! :-)


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