The Poet and the Prosecutor

28 Jan

Waldo Tomosky     12/9/11         

THE POET AND THE PROSECUTOR

The teacher writ him a memorable rote,

The prosecutor wrote a writ to note:

“He committed very horrible crimes,

And then insisted they were rhymes.”

Poet read the writ and then he stated;

“Dear prosecutor, if only you had waited,

“Teacher told Mother I was, “very bright,”

That’s the main reason that I write.”

Crimes against humanity “simply awful,”

Writ the prosecutor, “quite unlawful,”

“Assault and battery on the public ears,

raising trepidation and auditory fears.”

Poet’s crafty counsel quickly replied,

“My dear client, he was roped and tied,

“He is innocent like you and me,

He wished to please, can’t you see?”

Prosecutor demanded, with a curse,

“Why didn’t he try to write ‘free verse’?”

Poet stood up and addressed the jury,

“Do I look like I’m in a hurry?”

Continuing on Poet said,

“Free verse writers are not too kind,

memories should remain within the mind.

I am not concerned with saving

‘Time – – – in a Bottle’

to borrow words from another being,

the time is lost, hear ‘Cat in the Cradle’  or

‘Tears That Stain’,

in the East; maybe even more so than the West.

Can’t you hear? Can’t you hear?

The songs continue to beat my mind.

Beat my mind, beat my – – – – oh God – – – tunes beat my mind.”

And silence fell on the courtroom of memories.

The prosecutor made a second plea;

“Then we must charge you with crimes of the heart.”

Poet replied “Then let us start, I have never stolen love – – – let alone a heart;   

– – – – – – that I remember.”

Memories flowed, the voids in Poets mind suddenly filled with guilt.

“Where are the pleasant memories?”  Poet beseeched the empty courtroom

Where are all the Spanish songs we used to hear, and love, and then play again

– – – – – – and then make love once more?

Where is my Chicatita?  Where did our song go?

You are here,        yet you are not.

Did 1962 disappear?    –      –     –     –    –                 

Not to me, not to me, not to me.

The Caribbean,   did it disappear?    Neither that,    nor our music,     nor my love.

You are here and yet somewhere else.

Maybe you are in some other time, long ago.

Is that where you are? Have you returned to the sugar cane fields in Hormigeros with Mamacita and Popi?

Or are you in the fuzzy remnants of playing with friends on Calle Victoria?

Margarita and Purita

 

 

 

 

 

Prosecutor sat back and thought aloud,

“Boy this poet is really proud,

He thinks he can, and then he does,

Free verse, strangely, just because.

It is in his heart and in his mind,

I’ll drop the charges; I’m so kind!”

Poet thanked him, then went out the door,

With tears on his cheeks, and on the floor.

Sometimes silly, at other times sad,

I think the Poet, is going quite mad.

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    © Copyright – Waldo Tomosky

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13 Responses to “The Poet and the Prosecutor”

  1. Waldo "Wally" Tomosky June 16, 2012 at 12:19 pm #

    Reblogged this on waldotomosky.

  2. susielindau October 3, 2012 at 2:07 pm #

    I LOVE your poem! Sparring with a judge has never been so poetic! I could see it animated! Thanks for bringing it to the party! I hope you meet some of the guests! Tell them Susie sent you and they’ll click back!

    • Waldo "Wally" Tomosky October 3, 2012 at 3:58 pm #

      I visited and followed two already but forgot to tell them you sent me. I will now go back and do that. Your use and abuse me day is way way way way better than some of these “awards” that float around. Great idea. Thanks for sharing your blog with us.

      • susielindau October 3, 2012 at 4:03 pm #

        Thanks! I am so glad you came and are meeting a new bloggers! The fun part is, the blog will be up so you can come back anytime and click on a few more!

  3. The Blissful Adventurer October 3, 2012 at 4:08 pm #

    reminds me of a Samuel Beckett play.. I like your style. Susie Lindau sent me 🙂

    • Waldo "Wally" Tomosky October 3, 2012 at 4:19 pm #

      Thank you Blissul Adventurer. I think that all I know about Beckett was that he wrote “Waiting for Godot.” And I could even be wrong on that. Guess I will have to bone up on Beckett.

  4. boomiebol October 3, 2012 at 6:02 pm #

    THis is creatively poetic.I like it very much. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog…Susie sent me :).

  5. tomwisk October 4, 2012 at 3:45 am #

    Wrote one poem my whole life. An ex girlfriend read it and took it. I’ve spent twenty years trying to remember it. That’s why I admire what you can do.

    • Waldo "Wally" Tomosky October 4, 2012 at 11:42 am #

      Hi Tom, Just read your post of yesterday. Great stuff Ross Perot and your eye doctor. You write very well. It had my attention through the whole thing. I follow now. Thanks for following me also. Wally

  6. My Ox is a Moron October 5, 2012 at 3:13 pm #

    Susie sent me and I’m glad that I came. That was beautifully written and very touching.

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