The Fork of Ambiguity » Love http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com Multi-tyned Poems Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:57:45 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 A Sonnet for Johnny Taliban http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/196 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/196#comments Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:02:09 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=196 Reflect O good Mistress of light and moon,
not dark of soul nor burdensome hardship,
but warmly over my love in distant lands.
Shine well and long lift golden hearts aloft.
See hear nor taste the shadowy stench of death;
illuminate senses in touching fingers
as soft tips deftly hold our fallen at safe
Bastion’s walls and shut the gateway to heaven.
I pray you would shine so full and clear
you blind the Hawk and Owl, and hold Eagle still;
yet most I wish your might hides bright happiness
in sweet fair Robins breast, beneath the bushel laid.
My love, home soon together, staying silent
not two minutes for jolly Johnny Taliban.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/196/feed 0 Hugging the Devil http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/181 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/181#comments Thu, 26 Feb 2009 16:07:45 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=181 It’s funny how you can become that which you hate the most.

Sit with a murderer all day long and you’ll want to kill them.

This can happen only if you are the object of their hate.

Then, of course, it is not murder but only  self-defence.

Love works in the same way; powerfully yet  slow.

This is why a good priest will at first sit outside the cage,

watching carefully, waiting for the bars to bend in his favour.

For only then may he enter and safely hug the devil.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/181/feed 0 Webzietgeist http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/26 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/26#comments Sat, 08 Sep 2007 08:56:25 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/26 The mighty walk amongst us
looking just as we do but
seeing only themselves in
everything they do or say.
I see nothing of them.

The righteous sit above us
looking down as we do but
reflecting our choices in
anything we do or say.
I get nothing from them.

The ambitious stand upon us
looking upwards as we do but
thinking of our feelings in
nothing they do or say.
I am nothing to them.

The masses wait before us
looking hopeful as we do but
living with the shortfall in
something we do or say.
I have nothing for them.

I am outcast, punished by want,
hated for greed, surrounded by need.
Yet, I can’t leave. I am investing in us
teaching you, pushing myself higher
giving everything for our place.

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Silent ripples
mimic deep undercurrent –
fish swim still

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/24/feed 0 Alone http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/23 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/23#comments Sun, 02 Sep 2007 18:40:38 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/23 Alone,
me and you,
us against them,
grouping together
then falling apart.
How hard can it be?
me verses me.
Alone.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/23/feed 0 Chosen Pebble http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/12 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/12#comments Tue, 31 Jul 2007 13:30:28 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/12 I am but a steady pebble,
faceless in the company
of many similar fellows.

My uniqueness formed in
the constant crushing
contact as we are shifted.


Your approach crunches,
jarring our bodies to bear
the weight of your passing.

Seeing something in me
countless others overlooked,
I am pulled into existence.

Your fingers trace my lines
and then gently enrobe me.
I am warmly held in your palm.

Resting in your pocket, chosen,
I am something in your destiny,
our future purpose pending.

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