Abel John


Before The Twilight - Poem by Abel John

Night's in the
neighbourhood,
As the sun's gone to bed.
A great work it's done,
But the glory another set to
seize.
Out of toils and sweats the
sun shines;
For no tolls and sweets but
the earth to appease.
And the glowing, the moon
and the stars, must release.
This journey's sure -
What the moon receives can
but give with ease.
In dependency her
potentials to loss in maze;
For she can never give more
that's squeezed.
If in health the sun fails,
In emaciation the moon
falls,
And must die of disease.
A plague in the night
season is stolen glory -
King Herod knows the
tease.

Woe unto thee that arrives
thy destination in another's
definition!
From him that's gone
ahead,
Learn and better your
meditation;
To him that blaze your path
for knowledge,
Leave a good scroll to lean
for vindication.
But on pressures we must
feed;
Thereof are the
nourishments of life
towards perfection.
What ails you, O man, that -
Amongst us quietness of
spirit is taken for coyness,
A bold heart token for
headstrong,
Our friendliness with the
weaker vessels likened to
promiscuity,
And gentility suckled for
cowardice?
Who shall solo while this
noise persists?
The eye of your heart must
see better things than
sorrow.
For it's a divinity in this
stinking humanity.
Even Joseph knows the
secret.

We're but a good measure
in the crowd,
Only a handful can feel the
cloud.
Man's given to
metamorphosis;
On what he dwells breeds
more mental forces.
Though, this Jordan we
must cross,
But the mantle we seek not
of Elijah.
But in making legends of
mediocres,
The sons of the earth have
us in dismay.
Now the journey's awry.
Of the mind we feed is
Babel.
A seeing eye we seek not,
A hearing ear we keep lost;
And cease not to live on
nostrum.
Is there a man who's
criticised but pleasures in
mockery?
In high places shall he
count
Should he treasures not in
trickery.
Ah, humility we must
imbibe!
A lack could send even a
king to the school of
mentality,
For a seven year course for
immunity.
King Nebuchadnezzar's an
old boy.

© Abel John 2011


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2012



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