Wednesday, December 09, 2015

To The Overambitious Poets Or Whatever They're Calling Themselves On Tuesdays

seeing was not like this in Paradise,
however long it lasted.
far less, was dreaming.

this: grasping at straws

picking up pick up sticks
so that others are overawed
and calling it art. making the

human heart not even a valentine
constructed in a grade school classroom
but something oh yes marketable

and will you make a name among the stars

and will the past bow down to you as king
or queen of anything you can get your hands on
known or unknown so as to establish your career, credibility

eminence...,place among the Schools...

may all words flee from you as steppingstones
to your greatness, their weeping launching pads burn to cinders
God! you savage.

silver and golden birds that they are
(the untrammelled)in our dreams, and uncaptive, still.

mary angela douglas 9 december 2015

P.S. I have mixed feelings about this poem and maybe I shouldn't have posted it here. I know ambition is important for human beings and to accomplish something anything in life you have to have a certain kind of ambition. I guess I mean the kind of ambition that doesn't care about other people, places, or things but just gobbles everything up in order to be number one. But it does take some kind of strength and drive to learn more to understand more. I just think it has to be possible to do that without using selfishly other people or things to do it. Even the past has to be honored and not viewed as some kind of thing to be manipulated by us. The misuse of ambition has really hurt a lot of people including the one who is not realizing this I think. Mostly I just don't want to be that kind of person and I pray not to be that person who tramples over others for ANY reason.

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