Arrestors... Poem by Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.

Arrestors...



Warning: this verse was mainly written as a protest against books, articles, magazines, speeches, bloggers, twitters, some poetical output etc. - material that is unedifying, can intellectually confuse or spiritually damage impressionable minds. It was not intended to offend anyone who takes literary work seriously.


Endless creatural fabrications
Teasing with empty words
Half-baked opinions,
Unthought through thoughts,
As mules playing hordes
With pale, unexciting words.

Incorrigible scribblers
Hungry for undue approval
Fearing disapproval
Thirsty for undue pleasure
Fearing due displeasure
Measuring one's 'literate wits'
With a self-invented measure,
Cherishing centering around self
Scribbled 'treasure'...

(In unceasing cranial motions
Still, unsifted, unweighed emotions
Feckless paper - pen commotions...)

Never-ending reiterations,
Duplications, replications...
Not ready for illuminating thought
Makings of amorphous brain,
Cogitations rich vein
Yet, dismally insane...
With polluted interiority
Uneager to face, germ-infested
Self-created mediocrity...

Unready for undying thought
Unheated by fiery
Illuminating Spirit
And creative
Hand Omniscient
To feed on a pasture lush
Literary and otherwise land decent...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christian Soldier 07 May 2009

Suave and politic submission! Masterwork of psychoanalitic and theological verity. God bless...

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Rev. Salvadore Cushing 11 March 2009

Dear Dr. Kardas, This poem very cleverly identifies the quintessential need for metaphysically based thinking that would ensure being fruitful in literary or any other works. Once again, you have made your argument crystal clear. God bless... Rev. Sal & family.

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Jeyrene Rhodes 09 March 2009

'Not ready for illuminating thought' - a brilliant idea to explore before undertaking any major work or task. We enjoyed this poem immensely Dr. and your masterful technique.10!

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Peter Laskin 06 March 2009

Dr. Kardas, Absolutely great and humorous questioning what decides about immortality of any written work (or any work!) . It is all about the pure intent. That's what ultimately matters. Satire at its best! ! ! 10+++

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