The
Poetry Of James Spoonmore
Mind
Your Lessons
The glassy eyes of seers sway
In humble rhyme and rhythm
Undistracted by the day
Or evening unforgiven
The mountain climbing mirror man
Whose glory gives him gain
Rises like a hero stands
In ignorance of pain
At his desk the daring fight
Against unruly keys
Barking louder than his bite
The king of chimpanzees
He writes to send a sonic hymn
In principled creation
Of all the things he's dabbled in
This one brings elation
Any picture that you see
In color or in gray
Is just a picture incomplete
In nearly every way
Mark my words in stone or clay
This tablet I am given
Meant to help you see the way
Though I cannot admit it
Symbolize your mind in tune
To pass the test presented
Speak of energy and truth
And never do forget it
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Standards
I knew to look in Hamlet for the grammar
of perhaps
I turn the page in digital to watch the cursor lapse
Pedagogy knocking at me like a blue balloon
I settled down to find an army headed for the moon
I saw compassion slip a mickey to the failing
fog
I crept around the corner, mad, and acting like a dog
I met the only thing that we may ever call divine
And passed the test of knowing that it all is in the mind
I walked for miles in the night in certainty
of nothing
Hoping that I might discover secrets of the kings
I changed the rhyming under guise of pillow case and bluffing
And taught myself to read and write of other cultured things
I learned that language makes the world
seem like what it is
Like picking paint and stickers out to cast upon a fridge
The temperature and mechanism falling far behind
The beauty on the outside and the function of design
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the
most fantastic senility and poetic dementia ever known
This might as well be Walden as I'm sitting
in my shack
Metal cigarette in hand and coughing with a hack
Nature's finest undertakings entertaining me
I shed the skin of animal and sleep to human beings
Waiting on the future here, the scenery
has changed
I turn round to the looking mirror as glances are exchanged
They crawl around in perfect form, speaking with a sound
The industry around me only looking like a town
Back from whence the tunnel crept, back
from down the deep
Phone call ended too abrupt, I barely heard you speak
I got the message loud and clear, more crystal than a gem
I wrote a homonym to cover all the words within
So sleep to every quality, good deed and
good decision
And reap a little novelty for the staying off the given
Speak of new equality and transcendental vision
All the while knowing only silence is the mission
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