Dogs bark
while Naomi Ginsberg’s mad crow
caws relentlessly above me,
coffee cold and bitter,
my head stuck with Coleridge’s albatross
in a blanket of unmoving clouds.
City life not conducive
to penetration of Zenist monk poets
whose words quietly weep
off ancient pages,
fill up my heart and eyes
with the liquid dewdrops
of serenity.
I brush a fly from my face,
feel an ant crawl up my leg,
think about the hazards
of aging without a clear
perception of the afterlife
inside the heart.
All this psychological wandering,
kicking rusty cans
across samsaric streets,
often times licking internal wounds
with a tongue
of non poetic cleansing.
Cigarette ash on black jeans,
fingers trembling
with non descript anxiety,
hungry for a pristine meadow
of orchids
where dance the butterflies
of the soul,
finally released
from the entrapment
of self made nets.
A feather drops from a tree,
acorns litter the grass,
flowers, once abundant
with colour,
begin to wilt and fall to the ground,
while the crow keeps up
with it’s reminder
of the social asylum
and I continue to dream
of a new language
that will bring a smile
to the forlorn face
of a distant mountain
where the butterflies unite
to form a huge white bird
OF PEACE.
A contest entry
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400 points, ended June 28, 2008, 36 entries
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Wonderful!
I absoutely LOVE this poem. I love the flow and the inagery created here!
"while the crow keeps up
with it’s reminder
of the social asylum"
Wonderful...
Spelling error though, "oftentimes" I know you ment "often times" but still. None the less, Great work! and keep up the good job.
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well done
Flows nicely with a rich imagery and a strong idea.
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a fantastic write. You had to have put some time and effort into this. To me this is as perfect as itcan get.
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this is amazing. ::is speachless::
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When you find that language can you share it? Although I think it lies in the smile of a child, we just don't understand it yet.
Love, C
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Thank you Tanya, much appreciated
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Hi friend:
This is the first time read your words
and I must say that you write beautifully.
Your message here is very deep and thought
provoking; for in our lifetime we all have sought
peace, maybe some day? I guess we have to wait
and see.....
I enjoyed this piece and it's imagery, I believe
I will be coming back to read some more.....
Thank you poet for sharing your words and
your wisdom with me on this site.....
Blessed be always,
AngelicMistress...-Tanya
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PREACH IT BRO!
Yeah, Naomi...
I'm not ready for that mountaintop either.
It seems time to roll uo our shirtsleeves and write, nay, howl, again the truth that the beast would obscure with loud feeding noises...
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This is why you are one of my favorites...i may not visit often, but when i do, i am never NEVER disappointed with your poetic grace and incredible mind. love, lane
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Thanks Lanie . . . love ya, Marc
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a clear poem about a confused state
Dear Marc,
Your language is poetic and clear,
Your dilemma is as old as history,
Your yearning for Peace is laudable,
But you must transcend
the kaw of the crows
and join the monks
in their eternal chants
of truth and serenity...
Peace, Love, Respect,
Csaba
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Hey brother, so good to hear from you! I understand perfectly what you are saying, however I cannot join the monks just yet . . . not until there is no more war, no more children dying of starvation, no more pollution upon this planet . . . I guess it's part of my Buddhist leaning, the Bodhisattva ethic that says that there is no real enlightenment until we are all there together and there sure looks like there is a lot of work to be done if we are ever to get there . . . thus I keep banging upon my drum in the hopes that perhaps I can have a wee bit of impact on the overall samsaric dilema we are facing . . . after all, we had uncle Bob didn't we?!?!
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Oh I love the visual of butterflies uniting to form a huge white bird... of peace. Beautiful, heartfelt poetry that makes me so happy to know I grew up on a farm, the wide open spaces and the mountains.... This poem sings and laments about life, society, nature and the heart at the same time. You always bring me back to earth and lift me - such an experience to read poetry like this, Marc!!
~ Nicolette
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Nic . . . a couple of days ago I posted a collection of little thinks, meditations that I think you might appreciate . . . its titled A MENAGERIE OF MINIATURES and I dedicated it to you . . . love from the north land, Marc
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