MP Verse



VERSE

by Marcus Parsons



Many of these poems also appear in the
SQUEEZESHOT SAGA, mostly PRELUDE.

VERSE cover

 





REGARD FOR MEANING

In less
than an
instant the

ring of a bell
born of silence
delivers
 meaning
that neither begins

nor ends


Photo: Meaningful






MIND

Mind everyone’s mind does
what it always does
It looks in looks out
doesn’t look
never looks
It sees everything
and more always more
And it sees less too always less
less than anyone can imagine
less than words can say
less than nothing








YOU ARE ALL OTHER IS YOU


Other does

what you would do
if you were it

while you do
what it would do
if it were you


Other does what you would do... (image)




IMBALANCE


We acclaim the balance

of the perfect moment
of time’s end
in ecstasy

while imbalance stands
its fall ongoing
no limit to
despair



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MY ANGELS


My angels within and outside me

the same place and being
miraculous ordinary

Relax they say
and mean it
without saying

I have never seen
such a non-surprise







ALIVE

Everything that exists
is alive to you
is alive
is you
your selves
all of them at once
past present and future

everything that exists is alive to you is alive is you







WHEN THE LIVING CELL


When the living cell divides

it does not want
it does not think
it need not feel ready








POSSIBILITY


It

could
well be

the fury of it
right from the start
naive ecstatic impossible

The wave breaks
and possibility
joins


It Could Well Be





ONE THING MAKES SENSE


One thing makes sense

Nothing
Not even that
It is no object or idea
no location or absence
no question we can ask
and no word we can use
It goes without saying

We have no shape
to give it
no effort to
make on its behalf
There is nothing for us to
be aware of and that is all
We have no use for humility

We can take no pride in anything

makes sense






AT THE MIRROR


At the mirror

in the mirror
more and less alone
an other layer of illusion


at the mirror





AS IT SEEMS AND NOT

Look once
then look again
It is as it seems
but never as it was
As it seems and not
and neither more true







EVERYONE IS JESUS


Everyone is

Jesus
Moses
Buddha
Mohammed
God and gods
risen or fallen
devils demons
you name it

Everyone is
everyone too
and every
creature
and thing
every cross
that you bear
nail in your flesh
spear in your side
and every wonder
miracle
 and blessing

All of that your
 typical
long-term love affair in

which nothing is ever wrong
except for your understanding







COINCIDENCE


We

hang

suspended

in the grip of self

in motion without

location orientation

or momentum

in the grip

of coincidence

of which we make much








WORDS

Do words say more than
a bull’s bellow
a cricket’s chirp or
a robin’s morning song

bull in ephesus







YIN/YANG

The one abides with the same
the equal with the opposite
as the yin with the yang


yin and yang








EVERYTHING A QUESTION


Everything a question

once vague
now what

Context is all and
freedom the
moment

We take issue yet
we treasure
every

least
There is awareness and

there is the eye
of the storm
the look of
love

No concept applies
and no chance
The wheel

turns
neither to nor from as
we think and say

and do with
what at the
center

everything a question one vague now what






REFORM

We come of the void
into an age darker
than we like
where RE
cannot transFORM
It looks like it can but it can’t


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THE QUESTION OF DEATH

The question of death
its lean and drift
a need not yet explicit


1312-The-Question-of-Death-v3(Also see the Question of Death slideshow.)








OBLIGATION

Obligation the weight of
inclination such as I am


obligation, the weight of inclination, such as I am







THE DEFINING POEM
OF A MODERN AGE

The tink of a pencil
tapping
on
 glass

No repetition
only persistence

Space that contains
no points

has no limits


the defining poem of a modern age





SAME AS EVERYTHING

Some of us think everything
is understandable
or might be.

It isn’t.
Understand?






IF I WERE THE ONLY


If I were the only

or one less than every
then everything would
be different another
world and moment

But I am only
one of the only
no different
from all
the rest



 

 

AROUND WE GO


Around we go in a frenzy

Voracious but without appetite
we sever our limbs then continue
a swelling sphere of destruction
without regard for the body’s
end our own or any other’s
In the blur of blades we

serve as butcher
beast and
meat

Around we go with
more to come in different

moments with different words
the truth always in question as if
it exists our lives wonderful but also
a struggle a journey in which we fight
and love and endure again and again
We discover beauty and move on

So powerful is our urge so great
our need and so pure
our every
wish

I have seen beauty
in darkness and in dreams in

dimmest light and most brilliant
in candlelight at dinner and

over drinks in the tavern
and on movie screens
computers and TV
and in 
photos
and on the
printed page

I have heard it in
the symphony hall
when
 the whole place
opens to the heavens
And I have found it
at 
funeral services
in the pews the
pulpit and
in the 
final box
where 
eternal absence

masquerades as human


transfiguration

masquerade

 




HOPE

Hope
the measure
of our discontent
the final sin plague and curse
which Pandora for a time
retained in her jar
where it could
cause us no pain
and encourage in us
no false expectations

 

hope, the measure of our discontent

hope reduction

hope, no redemption






 

PATH


Regarding

object
space
motion
and time
dreams than
which we have
no other we incline
as beasts to the yoke
to believe 
that each thing

abides apart that each event
has happened or is happening
now or will
 and not all three at

once and only here or only there

In our waking sleep our concepts
of object 
space motion and time

can only begin to describe
What can our next step be
except more dream
yours and mine
cannot imagine
I fail at the prospect
Why ask as if there
is any question
The answer
is around
and within us
as noble as death
life’s natural suicide
We have cracked the sphere
and cut a path from source to destination
This is the path and you and I 
are together upon it








DIRECTION

Polls statistics
and similar points
in the void their cartography
narrowly conceived give direction
as if to reassure us and help us know our minds

 

direction, as if to reassure us and help us know our minds

direction




 

PEACE/WAR


All we are saying is
PEACE

All anger declares
WAR

peace / war

 






ELOQUENCE

Blossoms splay
stomped into the street
detritus of the parade

In bruised
retrospective
they feint at delight
remind us of happier times
reveal how far we 
fall short of eloquence


flowers: bleeding hearts




MATTERS OF DEGREE


cynicism

skepticism

unbounded love

matters of

degree







DRAW


We draw

what we are
what everything is

We mark the page

pose and suppose
make what sense we can


draw










WHAT WILL HAPPEN

What will happen the
question is unanswerable
the future gone like the past
elusive playful and in deadly
earnest it does not exist we
make it up incomplete we
pull and wiggle a piece
of yarn for the kitten
who spurts ahead
and grabs for it
with its sharp
little claws
and all of
its mighty
might be

 before you know it



 




 

THE VOID EXCEPT FOR WHICH


My fingers press

my keyboard ticks
my mind pushes through
the void except for which

The difference is nil
between intended and not
idea and not a glimmer
created and not begun
intelligent and insentient 

But nil between is never neat
’twixt if and when and
whoop and whoopee
on down to whee

And less than nil is
hard as death and
unending as hell
which all of us
hope to avoid








THE ETERNAL WOUND

The mind the void our universe
our ancient eternal wound which
though we try we cannot heal
which is good because
we need it just as it is











BEFORE DAWN


This morning before dawn
I heard through my open window
a creature crying out softly
a gentle warble declining

Again and again it cried
pausing only to breathe

Was it a bird? a cat?
And why was it calling?
Was it lost, suffering

Not singing, surely,
for I 
heard no joy 


I got out of bed
stood by the window
and listened closely
but I learned no more

Was it summoning me?
Should I go downstairs
and look outside
see if I should help? 







AM I THE WAVES?

As many as the waves am I
and the waves within the waves
But am I the waves?
I can’t be certain







PHILIA (FEEL YA)

Your smile glows
from within
and without
pure of spirit
an ocean of 
welcome
promise
and desire


 




BANG


Bang
The bullet flies
blunted by the wind
There the true report of war

Use the earth
Burn it and live


 



NO LAMENT

We vanish soon to lie forgotten and unaccounted
our
 
remains deceits of myth and memory
Such are the progress of mortality
and the persistence of souls







INSIDE

You cannot be free
inside these walls
your drums muffled
body tired soul weary
guns empty and graves
full of your fathers mothers

sisters brothers friends and
others too many to know

Close your bible and
turn from the podium
Walk past the flags
and go back home

You are alive
as you know too well

The dead cannot listen to you
Your words are yours not theirs
You are on your own inside these walls

So cue the flutes
something sprightly
for your exit your march
into sunshine
 a breeze a swirl
of birds a ruffle of leaves and a voice
from across 
the horizon your home
where 
someone is calling to you

Is that you there or who is it
If you know please tell us

If you don’t know then
please go find out for
you and for all of us








UNCERTAINTY


So
much
uncertainty
drifts with us
entangled and not

we and our shades
mortal and eternal
progeny of time 
the inconstant
illusion that we
create as we must

Our will is our need
and hope for what
may never be

 


 

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