My Holy Poem by michael oliver

My Holy

Rating: 5.0


While at Christian tea over the desk
Asked the white collared guru
So what is Holy?
The gentle claptrap of church speak
Orbiting about praise and acknowledgement
So God is a celestqal numb nuts?
OK. Yeah. But what is Holy?

About this parrotted litany
Could you survice Rilke's angel?
Lust for Michealangelo's cosmic erato?
Has the horse tossed you off on the way to Damascus?
Is the knife ready to cut the throat?
Heard the hurricane blast as infinitesimal whisper?
Shouted at the pain Lemi Lemi Sabacthani?
Where is the kick of Zen?
Where the shock of resonance?

As dusk approached - simply - drawing
a BB on white paper
Focus - an early spring bud
So before me this trial
Observed - and mystery - Holy
This prosaic becomes an infinity
And yesterday just a tangerine
Some Chinese ink, a brush, movement
A Shaman danced on rice paper

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 31 March 2016

Shouted at the pain Lemi Lemi Sabacthani? Where is the kick of Zen? Where the shock of resonance? a very thought provocative poem. it made me thnk a lot. religions, its effects in the mind of human beings..... love this poem. tony

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Paul Brookes 22 May 2013

A thinking persons poem 10/10 thanks for sharing BB : O))

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Scotty Dogg 16 May 2013

Loved it Mike. You make me think! I'm rusty trhough.

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Gajanan Mishra 16 May 2013

good poem, It gives me pleasure, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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