Best Mendicant Poems
by Michaelw1two
The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
each the times bemoan;
stressed by compassion's grasp,
ingrained word sown life disowns;
individualist rare, previews minds mood,
frigid wills he does discern;
insurrection, a thought held vast,
implied truth's, tout one’s dishonor.
Prerogative, free your chained mind,
release past stain despotic;
concomitant imbroglio once bound,
faces now this world chaotic;
temporal truth outweighs want,
life’s bliss questions idea quixotic;
perceptivity palpable eoan,
entwined societal gist, riddle semiotic.
Incessant proves life’s filature,
its touch, binds each into account;
emblements, an inedible gruel,
thought as fruit, abstruse keynote;
historicity, prime number obscured,
self’s augmentative connote;
coincibency jesting theft,
petitio principia, intones snidely cantor.
Initiates, anew in words from blood,
long of mindfulness and mores;
misconstrue one’s meanderings,
as logical crazes, fecundity ignores;
interpretation, ideas coalesce,
worked verse provides the Id amore’;
contradictions, fuel creative trysts,
twisted thoughts, this art restores.
Orient then one’s psyche appetent,
as present wanes benignly;
dupery thrives, flexile ideas hide,
within abderian punning finery;
circumscribe in self perspicacity,
release your jocularity divinely;
sagaciousness poetic ruse,
a mendicants muse, his true babblery.
Jan 2010
Categories:
mendicant, poets, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
He owned no fabled treasures
Nor the kingdom of a king,
No horses or elephants
Nor a catapult or a sling.
He said he owned the blue skies
Birds, animals & the trees,
Heavens had legated them
With its rivers & the seas.
Not a thread on his bare back
Belongings a pleasant smile,
He carried it far & wide
When he walked the barefoot mile.
Taken for a mendicant
Who had no home nor a stead,
He never owned a penny
Cared not for water or bread.
He greeted townsfolk like he
Greeted the thunder & rain,
Oblivious to comforts
So immune to loss and gain.
He blessed every passer-by
He blessed every beast on road,
He prayed for shrubs & blossoms
He prayed for the yew tree's load.
There were times children taunted
Strangers took him for some thief,
Housemaids were suspicious
And they refused him relief.
He knew 'twas his attire
Bony frame & beard long,
No curses spilled his parched lips
Except for an ominous song -
Oh mortal seek not treasures!
This world is a mystic inn,
Be snared not by vanity
For the heavens lie within.
A handful still adored him
Yet most over passed him by,
He wished them all his choicest
Blessings that heavens imply.
One dark day he went away
And then was seen not again,
Known lanes and pathways he trod
Seemed bare in the sun & rain.
Folks longed for benediction
Saintly songs & hymns he sang,
His gentle smote on doorways
That in blessed echoes rang.
Been eons, now folks say that -
He was an angel in guise,
They lament at their naivete
Long it took them to be wise.
Now they've cast a sepulcher
And call it the - Seer's Gate,
Townsfolk line up for blessings
So that their pains may abate.
Call it mirthful mockery
Or ironic mankind's fate,
For they fathom life backwards
Discern it never on date.
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Categories:
mendicant, wisdom,
Form:
Ode
The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams
where and there
were I
under the oath
of love called the mendicant .
Wish I
could be beheaded
before ,
stepping on the it called you.
Had I known it
would I have been ,
the “I” again
the who traced of course,
to the dust of the inevitable must …
Categories:
mendicant, lost love, sad, sorry,
Form:
MENDICANT MONK
As a mendicant monk
my empty begging bowl
glistens in the moonlight,
yet this is the path
I surrender to in life.
Another night of chanting
with a growling stomach
caving in empty, empty
belly, empty mind. I sit
in the void of reality.
Categories:
mendicant, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Footwear and a mendicant
After going to several shoe shops, I found shoes that fitted me
happy, I walked along and saw a woman sitting on the pavement
begging, she looked old for her age severely marked by poverty.
I stopped and looked for change; I didn’t have any, the woman
waited, what to do now?
I could not walk past, like not noticed this wretched soul
I gave her a note of ten euros and cursed myself, but it triggered
a memory from my childhood.
Mother had gone into a shop she had stamps to buy woollen socks
nylon socks were for the rich; a lady walked past, saw my holed
tennis shoes my brother had outgrown.
She went into a shoe shop, came out with a pair of black shoes
gave them to me, they fitted perfectly; I couldn’t wait
showing them to the children on our road.
Mother came out in her hands had the woolly socks,
I showed mother my shiny shoes; take them off, she said and
put the tennis shoes on the new shoes are for Sundays only.
Categories:
mendicant, anxiety, blessing, emotions,
Form:
Blank verse