Perennial

The comfort of a well filled page
With rhymes and rhythms perfected
The exact word     the clever phrase
All earned the accolade `Master'
Another world of measured graces
Where dictioned voices uttered
Classic tones without complication
Of thinking Freudian lovers
A Great War fell down on sheltered styles
And revealed much more in beauty
That a gentle heart and a rustic sense
Could not suffice as poetry
For verse to be a preserver of language
The receptacle of civilised dignity
Is to ignore the blood and the fire of the times
There's no purpose in obscurity
Better to practice the monosyllabic
Encourage the new propaganda
Than measure the shock of the Peasant Revolt
With words designed for Miranda

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