O soulless sage of current age,
O heartless seer of thought gold-mined;
all the world sits on your page
coded to your unbound spine.
You, O idol, our obsessive shrine,
replete our worldwide ravenous greed;
a universe of captured thought
is ours to own with uploaded feed–
with empowered masses now self taught!
Yet my hands yearn for tactile feel
connected to each page I read;
yet I fear this thought reveals
a nostalgic antiquated need
to curtail this warp-read speed.
My soul yearns for knowledge gleaned
from digging through the finite print;
for light seen through that crystal screen
imprints with bleary optic squint.
In this current age, your visage is all the rage
through which captured trove of secret lore
illuminates this moral plagued age–
exposing hearts rotten to the core,
a Trojan horse of thought-waged war.
For I see clearly through the vail
this, our fifth dimension most foul
and we have gone beyond the pail
and tarnished mortal souls afoul.
Written for introto poetry: screen. Ok, this is not really about a screen but more about what is through a screen.
Normally I write tongue in cheek humor odes like my priceless “Ode to the Gas We Pass”! So writing a real ode was quite a challenge as I was continually tempted to design a line with humor instead of passion. I followed these basics:
Real Odes, written by real poets like Keats or Shelly, follow a varied beat but iambic tetrameter is most common with ABABBCDCD. Of course, Keats and Shelly made Odes with great complexity but for my first real attempt I kept it simple and true to form.
Iambic tetrameter has four such feet, for a total of eight syllables. A line of poetry is in iambic tetrameter if it follows this pattern:
ta TUM ta TUM ta TUM ta TUM