For Pablo Picasso
I never can plumb the depths of your art
Nor fathom the gifts of your fallen heart;
I revere the skillful slither of you apt brush
And here pay homage to your pencil's dash.
Now queer man of fourteen names after saints and kin,
Let this rhyme titillate your somnolent spirit,
And your faded flair stir awake and keen,
To inspire your apprentices to attain your merit.
Awesome creator of the breathtaking Chicago Picasso,
That outlandish landmark that amazes so,
Yours countless nuggets of choice superior art;
Allow this humble poet your back to pat.
Almighty preserve your soul among the pure,
And may your treasured works forever endure.
My Father And My Friend
My Father and my friend,
I love not to live by pretense,
Nor love I your sacrosanct decrees to bend;
I repent every transgression hence,
And pray that you may your mercies lend.
Feed me my Father and my friend,
And put raiment upon my skin;
Upon my poetry I pray you send
Your benediction and endorsement unseen.
Fine-tune the timbre and pitch of my oration,
My Father and my friend of all creation;
And speak on me the benefits of fame,
And cause my tongue to proclaim thy name.
My Father and my friend unchanging,
Full of love and care unflinching,
Be my comforter in times of cry and sorrow,
And hide from me the uncertainties of tomorrow.
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C. Ballad 1: Reverend And Son
REVEREND AND SON
About a score years and four
A son was begotten to a reverend devout,
And despite his consorting with lofty offenders;
And countless constant entangles in hellish tenders,
He narrowly escaped the yawning gallows of death.
Though it first thawed intimacy between father and son
Later it bloomed and blossomed as the Almighty’s hammer downed
And with godly goals the son was adorned and gowned;
And as the aging frame of the revered clergy weakened with time,
The little lad inked each day a mellifluous rhyme.
Thus tightened the trammels of bond and father and son reconciled;
For the first time the two either to other smiled;
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