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Lamentation

Lamentation born among the travelers of her day she played in the sandpile with Woody Guthrie sung in the chorus with Allen Ginsberg walked in the way of The Weavers and bathed in the rhythms of Miles Davis she lived unconfined and dreamed of change. today, we see her still betrothed committed to this sacred ground searching asking, questioning, ... consumed with her desire to know engaged to a doctrine as a lover's pledge she marches, occupies, writes, relentlessly struggles, driven to ask to whom shall she lament for life's ambivalent adaptations? her life defines her cogent mission. she continues to flay against an unjust world where equity kindness trickles down and evaporates among negative forces. shall she rage against God for not eliminating suffering in the details of man's creation? shall she cry to the architect who left man to face the agonies of hunger, war, sickness, and the loneliness of death? to whom shall she lament for life's ambivalent adaptations? will the glorification of beauty love, compassion, and mercy suffice? will her breath, touch, hearing, sight or taste suffice? will her ancestors, her tribes her spouse, her children rise up and see her as blessed? or will a requiem be the one purpose of her life's fulfillment? to whom shall she lament for life's ambivalent adaptations? C.A.K. 3-17-2013

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Carol Eastman

Date: 10/22/2014 9:33:00 AM

It's been far too long since I visited your poetry. A very thought provoking piece.

Allan Koven
Date: 10/22/2014 10:10:00 AM

Thank you, Carol. Always a pleasure to hear from you. Allan

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 10/8/2014 6:17:00 AM

Here I am again, enjoying this piece once more. Apart from that I have nothing to add.

Allan Koven
Date: 10/8/2014 12:01:00 PM

She and I are a different ends of the political spectrum. She laments for those millions who struggle but flays against American ideals. We are the most charitable country in the world and millions beg to come here where they have a chance at a better life. But many of those from disadvantaged countries keep voting in the despots or Liberals thinking that they will improve the lives of the masses. They never do. Stalin, Pol Pot, Mao etc. Even here in America, Progressives have moved us toward a downward slope emulating Spain, Greece France and others. Allan

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 6/18/2014 8:01:00 AM

Wow your comment below is as driven as these words. In all her searching your woman remains blind. Or am I the one who displays no sight??? Well done, what a magnificent piece

Allan Koven
Date: 6/19/2014 10:18:00 AM

Scott, noticed that you were listed as top 100. Congratulations! Thank you for reviewing this poem. It reflects my views on extreme liberals who denigrate much of what makes America great. I am fearful that radical elements (including Jihadists) who are starting to exert their hateful negative influence on this amazing country. Allan

Ralph Sergi

Date: 5/29/2014 1:10:00 PM

Hi Allan: Forgive me for misinterpreting your poem. Might I say though it is intriguing.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 5/28/2014 5:33:00 PM

Hi Allan: This sounds like a beautiful biographic poem. May I be the first to ask you who this lady (was) or does she metaphorically represent a Muse

Allan Koven
Date: 5/28/2014 8:59:00 PM

Ralph, no it was not biographical. It was written about an very left wing radical who tends to Liberal causes and supports them if they are anti-American or anti-Israel. The rest of the world's atrocities get ignored and seldom discussed. She is the opposite of a muse for me and a person that I do not admire. Thanks for commenting, Allan