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53rd Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 53rd Virtual Poetry Circle.

First, I want to call you attention to the poll I’m hosting about whether or not my reviews should have ratings as well.

I’ve been toying with the idea of creating a unique rating system for my blog.  Take a second and let me know what you think.

Ok, now that all the housekeeping is out of the way, let’s get back to the Virtual Poetry Circle.

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today we’re headed back to the classics. Though we are past Independence Day, it’s never too late to post a revolutionary poem from 1775.

A Political Litany
by Philip Freneau

Libera Nos, Domine.—Deliver us, O Lord, not only from British dependence, but also
From a junto that labour with absolute power, Whose schemes disappointed have made them look sour, From the lords of the council, who fight against freedom, Who still follow on where delusion shall lead them. From the group at St. James's, who slight our petitions, And fools that are waiting for further submissions— From a nation whose manners are rough and severe, From scoundrels and rascals,—do keep us all clear. From pirates sent out by command of the king To murder and plunder, but never to swing. From Wallace and Greaves, and Vipers and Roses, Whom, if heaven pleases, we'll give bloody noses. From the valiant Dunmore, with his crew of banditti, Who plunder Virginians at Williamsburg city, From hot-headed Montague, mighty to swear, The little fat man with his pretty white hair. From bishops in Britain, who butchers are grown, From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne, From assemblies that vote against Congress proceedings, (Who now see the fruit of their stupid misleadings.) From Tryon the mighty, who flies from our city, And swelled with importance disdains the committee: (But since he is pleased to proclaim us his foes, What the devil care we where the devil he goes.) From the caitiff, lord North, who would bind us in chains, From a royal king Log, with his tooth-full of brains, Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap) He has conquered our lands, as they lay on his map. From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears, We send up to heaven our wishes and prayers That we, disunited, may freemen be still, And Britain go on—to be damned if she will.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.

Also, don’t forget the 50th Virtual Poetry Circle giveaway for participants.

  • I really like this rant against a litany of historical abuses by government. I wonder if he’s promoting anarchy.
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  • He certainly had a lot to say about politics, and he does so quite eloquently. However, I can’t say I like the rhyming scheme here. But then again, I’m not a fan of rhyming poems.
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