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Marlon Ferguson Poem
The Library (Words to the Wise)
Shhhhh! No talking strictly enforced!
Most folks abide, except children, of course
And those who can’t read, don’t care, or don’t want
Goof off in the corners, or sneeze
As sharp, darting eyes of librarians haunt
Do you think you can do as you please?
The wisdom of giants exudes from the walls
Words that amaze, mesmerize, and enthrall
Lie untouched, undusted, forgot, and unseen
For racks of harlequin romance
Replaced in small minds by pulp magazines,
The classics have lost their last chance
Mindless amusement is what the world craves
Poe and Lord Byron must cringe in their graves
Dickens and Tolstoy and Steinbeck don’t matter
Now Paris and Brittany rule
All lost in celebrity gossip and chatter
The true kings and queens look the fool
But one in a thousand sees past all the fluff
They pass by the newspaper comics and stuff
To linger and learn from some eloquent master
Igniting a dazzling epiphany
A small step for culture to detour disaster
And rise above kitsch and banality.
Copyright © Marlon Ferguson | Year Posted 2009
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Marlon Ferguson Poem
Crying Skies
Slate grey ceiling…
Somber feeling…
Puddles your kids wait to walk in
Materialize before our eyes
While thunder does most of the talkin’
Cold winds comin’…
Raindrops drummin’
Calls the god, Zeus, into action
Unleashing lightning, brilliant and frightening,
Splitting the sky with exaction
Air pressure fallin’
Forest birds callin’
Creatures all huddled in masses
Shiver and shake, their lives all at stake
Watching the storm till it passes
Sun saunders in…
Shower bands thin…
Rivers respond and run quicker
Oceans grow wide, still tickling inside
From Heaven’s abundant free liquor
The breath of the sea…
High humidity…
Clouds billowed on the horizon
Glow scarlet in morning
An adequate warning
That tempests and tempers are rising
Copyright © Marlon Ferguson | Year Posted 2009
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Marlon Ferguson Poem
Beyond the Light
Across the past forgotten shadows dance
Nor distant yearning nor discreet romance
Dispels with telling insight
A crippled heart's perceptive, inward glance--
Nor vanquishes starlight's contrasting night
Nor aids discerning sorrowed wrongs from right
Upon our dreams impress the present need
Assuming, vague realities succeed
In dulling, irregardless of consequence,
The burning edge of Passion's lonely seed--
And, unforgiving, shapes from hither hence
All promise and desire it circumvents
Beyond the light, obscure temptations trace
The lines of thine exquisite form and face
O fragile Life! Long penance...
E'er indifferent to persuasion's gentle grace,
Unleash our bridled hearts to recommence
That blessed quest for Love in welcome silence
Copyright © Marlon Ferguson | Year Posted 2009
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