Back to the pulse

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

It began with ceremonial gonging
the gladiators in regalia, a cheery thronging
the people citing and songing
it was patriotic, this belonging,
that end of black and white, of right or wronging

Towering banners above the streets king konging
the defeated hiding their home longing
while in the dark gamblers’ dice ping ponging

Back when the moon was Neil Armstronging
and pride with its all alonging
lifted new chefs egg foo younging
and military wives saronging
and bathtub winemakers scuppernonging

I was called away to the shiny seas
where the wild winds and breeze
aim to both dominate and please

Despite the essence of your laughter
which helped me fight the ever after
and thanks to the bullet artisan and crafter
I took fire from a rafter
but dropped the leader and his graft there

I soon returned across the shiny seas
where the wild winds and breeze
aim to both dominate and please

Now the memory of the gonging
finds no one from the thronging
and what is left is simple songing
as to your arms I pray belonging
leaving this battle of right and wronging
all that is left, my pulse plainsonging

Copyright © 1960-2016 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.

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