Ph: Echo Poem: Bifurcated Brian Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Echo Poem: Bifurcated Brian
An Echo Poem written solely by Brian Johnston
The Ghost Soul
I've always been a ghost soul
Existence is my lot,
What you call life is simply pain,
And love, I know it not.
Life's boundaries are lingering
My train it never comes,
And hope to me a paltry gift
Just dried chrysanthemums.
If God were real, He would do more
Than leave all in a lurch,
Myopic patrons of the faith,
Pretenders to His church.
And Hell is not that different
From my life's daily bread,
Relieved, from what I think I see,
The dead are simply dead.
I'm lost in my imagining
Control of love that's past
The rotting dreams of what could be,
Thank God they didn't last.
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Giving Up The Ghost
My dream is possibility,
Not what I think I'm owed,
My expectations not in sight,
And love my only code.
All feelings are a gift from God,
Intended just to serve,
His loving lessons to His child,
When life throws me a curve.
And daily are His gifts bestowed,
Confirming He is near,
My antics bringing Him a laugh,
His laugh fills me with cheer.
Content with what the future holds
No fears of early chill,
I joyfully step into breach
A lamb unto His will.
My shepherd in the storm's tumult,
And shield from all alarms,
The wonder of His saving grace,
The welcome of His arms.
December 21,2014
Poet's Notes:
This is another example of what I call an Echo Poem. One poem takes the lead and the other poem responds to it. The Echo though quite different from the first poem does not make the first poem wrong really, it is really a clever way I think of showing that neither poem represents the whole picture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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who wrote poem # 1? and who wrote poem # 2? it reminds me a bipolar poet. if in fact you at times experience opposing feelings about life and what is ahead, you are not alone! how is THAT for a profound statement? ? ! - - - - - - - #1: nice use of chrysanthemums. nice word myopic; i looked up its definition. If God were real, He would do more Than leave all in a lurch, ................. this is something i would write! and this: The dead are simply dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the last stanza is a bit (more?) unclear for me. but rhyming, as often it is, is very nice. ============== #2: i especially like: All feelings are a gift from God, Intended just to serve, His loving lessons to His child, When life throws me a curve. and the rest........ yes, i can see how believing in a loving, bestowing, shielding, saving, welcoming God......would be comforting to a human. especially a human stressed by life. maybe i should decide to believe again. hmm? let me flip a coin. can i borrow a quarter? i wasn't going to comment on another of your poems until you submit a poem for, at least send me a message about, the 'january ACTC contest', BUT I FORGOT my intention in that area. bri :) and knowing you, i'll like this.