The theater of cruelty lives on lies
We fell ourselves--the actors, heroes, win
Our hearts with promises that those who sin
Will get their punishment, be food for flies.
The theater of the absurd denies
The game is serious--there lies the gun,
Still warm, but we believe it's all in fun--
But streets will run with blood to get the prize.
Commedia dell'arte now rules the day--
No, it's a satyr play, the tragic end
Of tragedy a face, a feast of fools.
Why can't we have a Theatre Libre
Instead of agitprop? We must defend
Humanity from psychopaths' old rules.
This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Monday, February 24, 2020
Monday, February 17, 2020
Elusive Mysterious Smell
There once was a goddess, Demeter,
And a man who thought he could beat her--
He turned on his charm
And showed her his farm--
But the daughter of time thought him fetor.
And a man who thought he could beat her--
He turned on his charm
And showed her his farm--
But the daughter of time thought him fetor.
Friday, February 14, 2020
The Body-Soul of You
You are the wave-field space-time that I love,
The sequence of nucleotides that bring
Me joy, the body that brings forth your soul
In its becoming, makes me want to sing.
Your soul was strengthened, weakened by the winds
And waves of family and society,
To form the you your body grew--I look
At you, and love all that you've grown to be.
Yes, you, I want you in your nakedness,
Exposed so you can lose your fear, the mask
That covers body, soul both equally,
Because the same--I give my love that task.
Desire is both love and lust, the two
Are one--and thus betrothed shall love be true.
The sequence of nucleotides that bring
Me joy, the body that brings forth your soul
In its becoming, makes me want to sing.
Your soul was strengthened, weakened by the winds
And waves of family and society,
To form the you your body grew--I look
At you, and love all that you've grown to be.
Yes, you, I want you in your nakedness,
Exposed so you can lose your fear, the mask
That covers body, soul both equally,
Because the same--I give my love that task.
Desire is both love and lust, the two
Are one--and thus betrothed shall love be true.
Monday, February 10, 2020
In the Moonlight
The serpent slithered through the valley
Searching for a whole
That it could make into its alley
Comfort its warm soul
A million tadpoles in the river
Searching for some land
They feel the air and then they quiver
Changed by unseen hand
The serpent sheds its skin renewing
life and then it feeds
On tadpoles swimming by--it's doing
What it must and needs
Upon the bank thick grass is curling
Hiding fear and food
Beyond the banks, the water's swirling
Life pulls back its hood
Searching for a whole
That it could make into its alley
Comfort its warm soul
A million tadpoles in the river
Searching for some land
They feel the air and then they quiver
Changed by unseen hand
The serpent sheds its skin renewing
life and then it feeds
On tadpoles swimming by--it's doing
What it must and needs
Upon the bank thick grass is curling
Hiding fear and food
Beyond the banks, the water's swirling
Life pulls back its hood
Monday, February 3, 2020
Xenophilia
There once was a fuzzy brown beaver
Who feared that a snake would soon cleave her--
She met a serpent one day
Who convinced her to play
And now she won't let her friend leave her.
Who feared that a snake would soon cleave her--
She met a serpent one day
Who convinced her to play
And now she won't let her friend leave her.
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