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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
In my mind I believe we can as poets inspire people into deep thinking, that readers see this form of writing as truly magic. Am I that good that I can do it alone? Never, for I am just a puppet on a string from the great masters whose words are still being heard in the winds of time. I am like a singer who loves their art form, singing from a voice of angel but never claiming the fame. For it is not really about singing solo, it is about carrying on a tradition of performing. Since my voice has a frog in it, I will let my readers sing my words in their minds and interpret what ever they want. My words may eventually strike home. But the talent of other poets out there will always exceed me. I can only dream that my last words may be my very best. Still my words will eventually drown out in the minds of others. For the greatest poet will lie, in the one you inspire! A crazy dream and I am not sure why I am sharing it. I would love to set up a way I could go into schools and inspire kids in their natural talents. It is not about money but making them dream from within their own individuality. Every mind of every child is so blessed, that if they could had the freedom of inspired thinking they could create music that would create the start of an artistic revolution. See I told you I am a dreamer, condemned to my own fantasies. Please enjoy the following in its imperfections. Most laws with their intent are good For they govern society Rules for a code of conduct Communities wanting to set moral values With rules of accepted behavior City council imposing their will On private property values Where the evil comes in It is a two bladed sword For as the blade is cutting away To clear the brush in its way Of a new found infestation The returning blade Cuts away someone’s civil liberties If you look back at history We have legislated slavery A cancer in any culture Yet in some religions and societies We have accidentally reintroduced it By treating some sexes different Some races with unintended preferences While some nationalities are criminals Some being born condemned To a life sentence imposed By civil and religious law If by being religious We must comply The zealots who are willing To stone a person to death For making one mistake Then by the time they get through We will be a wasteland of death With only one mind Morally right And His tears will fall From the heavens above Those that think this happens In only under-developed countries Need only study the laws of civil ones In witch hunts and people bashing Instilling prejudices as if it was candy Is everyone prejudiced? It is such a human attribute That can only be cleansed By believing everything put here By a higher power Was put here for a purpose In the saints who have blessed This world in their presence Each has been humanly flawed Maybe so microscopically For the higher powers Never intended us to be perfect Bur learn from our mistakes There are those that see evil In everything living As long as it moves, Can be seen By the naked eye They hide from their fears Of being infected Cowering in the darkness Of being seen or heard For indecent exposure In expressing themselves freely Then there are legislators Who bargain away our freedoms As if they where a bargaining chip Taking us into legislative dictatorship Where breathing fresh air thoughts Can be hazardous to your health Having an independent opinion Will exile you to deserted terrain Politicians seeing a world only In their own image The trouble lies That this puzzle Will never come together To fit a free civilization Let me fly free As high as the winds will let me Let me soar within my spirit Let me create inside me God’s heavens In the beauty of the landscape Unblemished by urban blight In words so treasured They glow with their own power Gems sparkling within pure pleasure Let the sun tan my nude skin In the suit I was given From the heavenly purity Of never being ashamed of myself Let my mind be my altar Giving thanks to my Maker Let those that see evil See the exquisite beauty Within natures bouquet Let them walk free Seeking the light Of their self exploration From within a sparkling truth That they will then be able To speak freely of A peace and tranquility So inspiringly simple That no law Will ever control it So in my reclusive poetic world I will let nature motivate me In its bouquet of natural masterpieces From the paintings within my mind Of ever changing scenes In the endless possibilities Of hoping one day my words Will somehow float into your heart Let the rules that I am guided by Float before me As light as a feather In such respect for humanity Living with the companionship Of any other life forms Yet in the brutality of nature Things will be destroyed As life continues to rebuild Fly free White Eagle Fly so very free D.Lester Young 2/3/2003 Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) [This message has been edited by D.Lester Young (02-03-2003 02:37 AM).] |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Dave, I wish I had the forty-five minutes plus it would take for me to read and think and consider this poem. Many poems whithin this poem. I skim read it, sorry.... I like from: "Let me fly free.........line to: "Gems sparkling.......line. STOP! poem right there! Too much for me to read here.... As said previously, I enjoy your poetry greatly.... ....it is the time element for me... because you poetry is so indepth, not something to be *skimmed..... smiling here, *especially with this mind....  I realize it'd be a sacrifice to the whole, but do you ever write shorter pieces???? Love to see them.... My personal take on this is a reminder how I used to want to be God, and after much reading of hundreds of books and a scathing "what's wrong with me, not you" soul searching era, concluded: "I can't".... I never interpret poetry same as intent of poet... Hugs and God's blessings of strength and perseverance......hope you are doing okay... Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
D.Lester Young, And I too am a dreamer although not as eloquent as you. Your write is an epopee and should be read over and over. But as you know each generation is a world unto them selves and the process of education is a near inpossible one. I wrote a poem called chaos and I'll post it tomorrow. Thank you for this post. |
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