Circe

Circe, a woman who makes swine of men
Making them lose the sense of time
Putting waste the time of their useful years
Wasting the time of their useful years
Making them lost their sense of time
And when they regain the sense of it
The world has gone past waiting for them
Or the world has almost gone past waiting for them
They suddenly realize they are not young
As Circe had made them felt all along
They realize Circe is a waste of time
Realize time with Circe is a waste of time

Circe is woman that makes mankind feel younger than his age
Circe makes a man behave younger than his age

A thing realized as waste of time is Circe
Circe is not just a woman
A thing realized as time wasting is Circe
Circe is not just womankind Circe is a force

Circe is woman that makes mankind feel younger than his age
Unfortunate Circe has got mankind feeling young as stone age
And mankind is way older than stone age.
After all these millennia of experience
Mankind ain't behaving his or her age
After all these years of centuries, years of millennia
Circe is really making swines of the valiant one of mankind…
Save for the very rare few whom are Odysseus
The very rare few whom are Ulysses.

by Simpa omoluabi

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Oh, oh, oh, it is a rare piece of poetry that has me falling out of the chair laughing out loud! When our semi-conductor Raised his baton, we sat there Gaping at Marche Militaire, Our mouth-opening number. It seemed faintly familiar (We'd rehearsed it all that winter) , But we attacked in such a blur, No army anywhere On its stomach or all fours Could have squeezed through our crossfire.- -Oh, my gosh, he has set me off again! !
Did we wonder that Truth, Goodness and Beauty are the ultimates, as Plato averred? Read this poem and weep with joy....