THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY

 

Voices from the present echo the past!

Great words, awe inspiring have remained steadfast.

Reverence of thought and spiritual death

beckon to that fibre of inner self.

 

The pages of history cannot be erased.

The actions of the present cannot be undone.

But the record of the future can be written

by the innovation and motivation to come!

 

Conformity by it self stifles thought,

removes the will to dream,

limits those horizons yet to be sought,

represses the source from where innovation will stream.

 

The individual who will see beyond today,

creative in mind and active in play;

Here the secret may lie of life’s wonder,

of the mystery and the solution for us to ponder.

 

Notable poets are mostly dead!

The words of interpretation are now read.

Insight of the folly and fickleness of man,

the shortfall of humanity across the ages span.

 

Are the poets our seers and soothsayers

speaking contrary to the established wisdom?

Will they influence the political players

who are content to ignore all freedom?

 

Many support freedom of speech!

This the excuse for irresponsibility.

The old poets recorded professionally,

not peddling coarseness in what they preached.

 

There is a duty to be concise,

to strive for elevation in this life.

Man born of earth wishes to fly,

somewhat like the flower must reach for the sky.

 

There is a crudeness, a baseness within,

easily expressed for the simplest thing.

The challenge of growth may be hard to bear.

There is pain in the effort to overcome fear!

 

Standards are set by the actions of the weak;

Those who lack the discipline

to acknowledge a higher plain.

They fail to grow and fall by their failure to seek!

 

Do not be drawn into the shallows to drown!

Let your words be beneficial and your actions sound

to give to another a word of renown:

That truth can be easily found.

 

The dead poets are yet alive.

By their words they continue to thrive

and society will appreciate the truth

by putting aside the lowest and uncouth.

 

July 29th. 1996 © Will George

 

Will George Poet

will-george-poet.co.uk