Now that I am no longer Czar
I can take pleasure
knowing that ours
was the finest hour
Our horses ran the fastest
our armies were the bravest
our women moaned soprano
the world knew none like us
But now these striking peasants
cannot tell clams from caviar
they rape and burn like devils
and cause a wrath of hell
Wishing you and yours a Happy 1918,
Nick
~ J. D. Mackenzie
(inspired by NaPoWriMo Day #13 prompt Poem Starting with a Line From Norman Dubie)
Vive la revolution... but take that wall down ASAP...
ReplyDeleteAt least they seemed to understand that it was, after all, just a process, with a beginning and an end.
Happy 2553 - Songkhran, Thailand's new year (on the Buddhist calendar).
I also read 'The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter'. Not quite so upbeat as yours!
ReplyDeleteYou have some great lines in here..."love the women moaned soprano" and "cannot tell clams from caviar."
ReplyDeleteI also love the line about the women moaning soprano!
ReplyDeleteLove especially that second stanza.
ReplyDeleteThis was super J.D. smart witty and tight writing,very good. …keep the NaPoWriMo 2010 energy flowin’…
ReplyDelete…rob
Image & Verse
Wow, great poem! I also love the line about women moaning soprano, clever!
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ReplyDeleteExcellent poem! I also like the line about women moaning soprano.
Pamela
the lightness of a revolution where only in retrospect can be of take over humor... poem...
ReplyDeleteFidel likes it...and so do I...thanks for the words
ReplyDeleteGreat job! Love the images and the rhythm of it! Playful in a black-humor sort of way...
ReplyDeleteCathy McG
This is so smart and clever. How dare those peasants!
ReplyDeleteI, of course, a newcomer to this blog, but the author does not agree
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