Recent Poems
by Alan Harris
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We age in years, but we mature in moments. |
Contents
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Poetic License
Jazz Body Sudden Entrance Material and Soul Atlantis on My Mind |
Jazz
Jazz is in a box. |
Body
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If you have a body, you'll be fine. If you are your body, trouble ahead. |
Sudden Entrance
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Down below the library's lowest level we came to an entrance brilliant white and ellipsoid. My companion looked in and called "Anyone in here?" We began to enter but then my companion put up his arm to stop me. We listened for a moment. My companion whispered to me, "He wants to come back as flower drops." Whereupon I awakened. |
Material and Soul
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Those captivated by materialism Are walking and driving and flying about Blind to the soul, to the essence. Why? Things that can't be seen aren't there, they aver. The very substance of us and the Universal Divinity--denied. Self trumps Soul in their being, but all Self sees is Self and Matter and billions of threatening Others to impress or compete with or kill. Soul, being One with Unity, is missed. Bombs explode. Snideness burgeons. People bounce and hit and hurt like a pinball in its machine. Awaken, humans. Be. |
Atlantis on My Mind
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The existence of Atlantis, like that of God, is debated by the wise and the foolish. I could think that evil was powerful enough, when really horrid, to pull down a continent, with God's able help. Kings are human enough to go completely sour, and priests corrupt the boys to Papal tones of "tut-tut." Evil isn't overlooked, but is tucked away in cosmic folds for later outworking as with a storage battery. Atlantis had a big problem, and we here have our deeds of various darkness and light, unable to weigh the whole. We have and will have help. |