On this night when the chanting voice of India
spills light into my half asleep ears,
I think of the halcyon days of sandals
and the final vestige of hopefulness.
Oh robe of innocence that I once wore,
Oh immense and verdant euphoria of maidens
that beautifully wept from the Earth’s green leafed
womb —
I, in my old age, fill tonight this table of words
with the sweet figs of fragrant appreciation.
The jars of my heart, they are open,
brimming over with the holy water
of an ethereal river that flows down through
the dark crevices of my mind
in an attempt to bathe the malnourished
and the misguided warriors of history.
For I am but a simple man, a solitary figure
who achingly stands on the outskirts
of society’s headlands,
a stranger who witnesses the departure
of all that was once held sacred
and weeps.
Ah . . . you daughters and sons of the future . . .
cast aside the spoils of our eternal vessels of gluttony,
cleanse the blood stained garments of our weary souls
and teach us how to once again rejoice
in the sweetness of the soil, in the maternal ocean
of sanctity,
in the divine ardor of all that breathes,
dies and reincarnates itself upon this planet.
Oh may we abandon cocoons of ill advised weaving,
evacuate these dank chambers of mistrust
and be released from our copper coin mentality
and its essence of resentment.
The dialogue of the past is resplendent
with the sour voice of discontent,
the evening moans like a repentant Judas
hanging from the ancient tree of humanity
and it is leafless
and bears not the fruit of spiritual progress.
So you offspring who have come forth
from the shipwreck of our loins,
may you alter the course of we,
the ancient mariners of utter desolation
and face the virgin sea of tomorrow
with a promise of internal growth
behind your eyes.
Please tell me what you think
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VIVA THE POET!
In a banquet of symbolism, impressionism and surrealistic desserts, ~ guests like Calliope, Erato, Clio; Phoebus and Minerva smile as they salute the Lord Keeper of this Castle Poetry ~ while attending the recital of the main poem of the evening, "a Scattered Medley of Light and Dark".
I have read an impressive composition of poetic magnificence... An inspiring, instructing majestic work; a flower whose petals diffuse scent of wonders blown by winds of wisdom.
May the author of "a Scattered Medley of Light and Dark" enjoy a long healthy life through a blissful living.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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This swirled about for me, from the womb to old age, warriors of history to the daughters and sons of the future, the dialogues of the past to the virgin sea of tomorrow. Holy waters, ethereal river, maternal ocean, mariners and the virgin sea...a whirlpool of images. All the while bringing a desperate plea for change. A well written and enjoyable read.
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Beautiful thanks for sharing!
Moon -
truly amazing, this is one of those poems that makes you say "I wish I had written that!" I loved everything about this poem, and I think I love the poets heart, very precious, precious words! I'm so glad I came across this. I can't praise it enough!
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ahhh the ol reprogram the program that programs trick...nice one!
w Johnny Coltrane cd
-Jas
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beautiful spiritual imagery. your words echo, sublime, and help me almost make sense of this universe.
thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of writing
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Beautiful
I'm most honored, to have viewed these crafted words.
"copper coin mentality"
"virgin sea of tomorrow"
so many more.....
I bask in the colors of this hope
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I, in my old age, fill tonight this table of words
with the sweet figs of fragrant appreciation.
The jars of my heart, they are open,
wow, that part just puts a lot of things into perspective.
great write! keep up the good work
& i love this poe -
a delightful read. holy moly.
hahahah I just love the style of your writing.
thank you so much
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wow
i like this, its so intresting , a piece of beautiful work..... good job
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cool i luv it lolz
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Marc! This is truly wonderful. It has a hint of Gibran, a touch of Rumi but it is a message that resonates beyond time into the heart of the problems we are now facing,
Like seeds scattered upon turbulent seas, may your words wash to distance and near shores to take root in a new way of seeing life.
B-R-A-V-O!
Marianne
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Marc, your pen is not wearied even though you yourself are feeling the heavy burden of mortality. These words are as strong as ever and your heart will always resonate in them
C
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cast aside the spoils of our eternal vessels of gluttony, cleanse the blood stained garments of our weary souls for each life tainted on this face of reality for each life behind the promise of eternal light and bears not the fruit of spiritual progress. deep in thought.. your message stunning and so awesome with imagery to ponder food for the souls eyes to feast upon.. thank you for sharing you awesome mind with this stunning pen ..hugs always Angel
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Beautiful. I loved the imagery. My favorite part was,
"The dialogue of the past is resplendent
with the sour voice of discontent,
the evening moans like a repentant Judas
hanging from the ancient tree of humanity
and it is leafless
and bears not the fruit of spiritual progress."
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