The Art of Poetry
Back around the year 1967 when I was in college I took a class in literature where we discussed the art of poetry. It inspired me to try my hand at it. Here is the result.
COURAGE
By
J J Dewey
I was a man like another,
Who coasted the easiness of the way;
There was a man – he called me brother,
And I heard him call my name.
I turned my head to the voice I heard,
No form in sight could I see;
Then to my right, a spoken word,
“My name is Courage – I’ve come to thee.”
The voice cast fear into my heart,
I wished to run I knew not why;
The air itself was rent apart,
I bowed my head and thought to die.
He spoke, he spoke – a voice so loud
I could not hear till I was still;
A whisper had become the sound
Heard so clearly I fought for will.
My name was called, and that I knew;
I could not escape the thought, the voice,
My brother I have come to you,
But yet I give to you a choice.
Again I feared what he would say
He is not an easy man to draw;
Could I really go his way,
Or was my spoken name a flaw?
Again I heard the voice, it called
My name and that was no mistake;
Then for time I tried to stall –
Lost in a dream, I wished to wake;
But on my arm, gently a hand,
Pulling me toward his way;
Why, I could not understand,
Had Courage ever called my name?
I glanced at him his form in viewed,
I could not turn, I could not run,
For a question I put to you –
I want to know why you have come.
He smiled at me, I felt at ease,
And said I knew you would come through;
What I have shall be no breeze,
There is work for you to do.
He whispered all into my ear,
And I was weak with what he said;
Again I had begun to fear
For the road I had to tread.
He sensed my thought and said to me:
A gift I have, and do not tell
I wait for you in eternity,
I am yours if you do well.
REFLECTIONS OF TRUTH
by J J Dewey
Since I was born I heard His name,
But never saw Him with the eye.
Yet the whole world does laud His fame,
But when He comes they bid goodbye;
And in their mind they form a view
Of how to them He should appear.
They cry and cry out for the Truth,
And when He comes they will not hear.
The Truth is large said one to me.
I shall know Him when I see Him;
Beauty fair, adorned handsomely,
And He shall gladly call me friend.
A minute had not passed in time
That Truth walked by him, footsteps light,
A slender man without a dime
Unadorned, simple to the sight.
Truth said to him: “I’ve come to thee
To ask if I can give you aid;
You can know things you cannot see…
If you but ask you’ll be well paid.”
The man gave Truth a wryful sneer:
“Depart from me, you simple man;
You have nothing I want to hear.
You’re too easy to understand.”
Truth walked on, I felt He was sad,
For the man I saw did despise
The simple Truth he could have had,
The only one to make him wise;
But before Truth left from view
Something told me to follow on
To learn from Him and be wise too,
And go right now or He’ll be gone.
I followed to see where He went,
And saw that He passed many by.
The few who saw had pure intent,
But most had clouds before their eyes.
The man of learning gave one glance,
And said, “We two do not agree.”
Next He walked up to an old man Who said:
“My fathers have taught me.”
Not discouraged – not retreating
He came across a fisherman.
The fish were biting, he was reeling;
He said: “Come back some day, my man.”
Disheartened, but ever seeking
‘Ere He spotted a fair young boy
Who did smile and set Truth weeping,
His heart was ever filled with joy.
The Truth and child saw eye to eye
For He imparted all He had,
But when at last they said goodbye,
The learned man saw to the lad.
I thought and thought of what I saw,
And lay beside a lake so clear
A looking glass without a flaw,
I thought I saw Truth ever near.
THE PERFECT MAN
BY J. J. Dewey
My conscience is a perfect man
Whom I would like to see,
No scare or mars upon his face
Adorned so handsomely.
He bids me come with hand in mine
To follow in his path;
I am the way to truth divine
And peace of mind that lasts.
No, I cried, I cannot bear
The thorns along the way.
There is not room for you and I
As Vie night leaves with the day,
Go alone and leave me here
I’ll find a downhill grade;
Don’t worry of my simple fears,
And I will have it made.
He looked at me with countenance sad
Foreboding in his eyes;
I wondered what could be that bad
Perhaps that I should die?
He turned his head so I could not see
The tears within his eyes,
But from the very heart of me
I thought I heard him cry.
I loved the man, I knew not why
I finally realized,
The path he owned before my eyes
I knew I should not die;
And in my mind there flashed a scene
Of the night I had left behind.
The perfect man gave his hand to me
We mounted up on light.
I CALLED UPON DESIRE
By J J Dewey
I had visions and thoughts for me;
The road ahead was a simple plan.
I made the path to walk with ease,
As a journey to another land.
I did not dream the hour so late,
And, rushing, fell into the mire.
Could I escape the looms of fate?
I called upon desire.
Life without a pursuit or cause
Does make my days so fleeing be;
Time never turns back on her laws,
And makes my mind a deep blue sea.
Then comes that spark I must retrieve,
When everything seems dire,
And as a way to get relief
I called upon desire.
A thief has stolen half my life,
And yet before me many doors;
I must take everything in stride,
I dare request for nothing more.
A door flew open by itself;
A voice said “Do we have a buyer?”
Before I spoke I asked for help;
I called upon desire.
And now my life has reached an end,
The last door bears Death as its name,
And yet I hope to call him friend,
For he receives me without shame.
I did the things I had to do,
My work became a burning fire;
In my labors I did pursue –
I called upon desire.
TIME WAS MADE FOR MAN
By J J Dewey
Time was made for man,
Not found among the Gods;
Created for those on earth
Whose perils they do trod.
Why do the Gods use it not,
Is life not made from it?
Yes, the life of man is wrought,
In time he digs his pit.
Time, the silver lining of space,
The stars and earths give heed
No more than the human race
With every word and deed.
Man sees his life and then divides
By two and two and two
Years and days and days and years
He lives them through and through.
But the Gods who never die
And see things eye to eye,
In some way we don’t understand
Have nothing to divide;
For who with their peace of mind
Would ever want an end?
Time cannot fly in their blue sky,
What measure can they intend?
But what peace has man to held
And say abide with me?
He only looks to joy foretold In eternity.
Until that time, he counts and counts
The minutes and the days.
Sorrow and imperfection mount
And he counts the ways.
But at times, when man stands still,
And seeks his self within;
He finds a spirit and a will,
And pleads -Don’t leave again!
A taste of heaven you’ve given me
Time makes it flee away;
Now I see as the Gods do see,
There’s no time in eternity.
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June 15, 2000
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