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THE SOUL GETS BORED.
THE SOUL GETS BORED.
Soul and thought, you are the closest kin.
Both of you are free and can go far.
But the flesh can't move as fast as you,
so the soul is what can reach the sky.
Thought, you whisper to the soul to know
what can seem quite right and what is wrong.
Both of you intend to shun grave sin
whereas flesh will get indulged in vice.
Then the soul will get so bored and dull,
specially when flesh gets weak and old.
It sets out to fly to meet its God,
leaving matter to its worldly jail.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Soul and thought, you are the closest kin.
Both of you are free and can go far.
But the flesh can't move as fast as you,
so the soul is what can reach the sky.
Thought, you whisper to the soul to know
what can seem quite right and what is wrong.
Both of you intend to shun grave sin
whereas flesh will get indulged in vice.
Then the soul will get so bored and dull,
specially when flesh gets weak and old.
It sets out to fly to meet its God,
leaving matter to its worldly jail.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
Published 17th Mar 2020
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21st Mar 2020 1:26pm
I wonder if you’re capable of writing verse
that’s not about calamity
or man’s “bright” Gnostic otherworldly destiny,
or how men are depraved, like beasts,
unsaved, unsave-able and jealous, full of
damning lusts,
or just how much you love the lord
and see in him relief, release,
from this world’s misery?
Can you post, instead ,a gentled exploration of
the subtitles of love
with cunning vibrant words,
not heavy handed ones,
as is your wont,
that show, not tell,
through simile and metaphor
and language that is sparkling, fresh,
just what the joys of being flesh is like,
and how there’s liberation true and good
in a woman’s kiss
or what the feeling is of being wrapped,
enveloped in,
the raptured bliss inside her arms?
Have you ability to craft the kind of lines;
that make a woman catch her breath and sigh
for want of your embrace?
that and brim her glad she’s bodied,
of the earth,
and not a flimsy ghost
up somewhere in the sky?
.
Sing, now, if you can,
of how the earth’s our home,
a sacred place
that god intends
to bring alive.
You say you’re talented in poetry
OK. So show us that you have
the skill
to write in such a way
that makes a heart beat fast
and spurs desire for you?
I for one
have many doubts you do.
that’s not about calamity
or man’s “bright” Gnostic otherworldly destiny,
or how men are depraved, like beasts,
unsaved, unsave-able and jealous, full of
damning lusts,
or just how much you love the lord
and see in him relief, release,
from this world’s misery?
Can you post, instead ,a gentled exploration of
the subtitles of love
with cunning vibrant words,
not heavy handed ones,
as is your wont,
that show, not tell,
through simile and metaphor
and language that is sparkling, fresh,
just what the joys of being flesh is like,
and how there’s liberation true and good
in a woman’s kiss
or what the feeling is of being wrapped,
enveloped in,
the raptured bliss inside her arms?
Have you ability to craft the kind of lines;
that make a woman catch her breath and sigh
for want of your embrace?
that and brim her glad she’s bodied,
of the earth,
and not a flimsy ghost
up somewhere in the sky?
.
Sing, now, if you can,
of how the earth’s our home,
a sacred place
that god intends
to bring alive.
You say you’re talented in poetry
OK. So show us that you have
the skill
to write in such a way
that makes a heart beat fast
and spurs desire for you?
I for one
have many doubts you do.
21st Mar 2020 2:26pm
Dear Baldwin,
Thank you very much for writing this eye-opening poem. I'll always think about it, and always remember you as a very dear friend.
Thank you very much for writing this eye-opening poem. I'll always think about it, and always remember you as a very dear friend.
21st Mar 2020 2:44pm
Eye opening? Really? In what way?
In any case, this is a dodge of the challenge I made to you in my piece.
It's curious that you can issue challenges to me (each of which I have met) but prescind from meeting the ones I have issued to you.
And though you don't want to admit it, the reason for this is not that you don't have time to do so or that you think I'm not serious in challenging you to write something that is not declaratory, all tell pontification, but that you are incapable of doing what I ask you to do.
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In any case, this is a dodge of the challenge I made to you in my piece.
It's curious that you can issue challenges to me (each of which I have met) but prescind from meeting the ones I have issued to you.
And though you don't want to admit it, the reason for this is not that you don't have time to do so or that you think I'm not serious in challenging you to write something that is not declaratory, all tell pontification, but that you are incapable of doing what I ask you to do.
Eye
