Entrance

By Michael French

Poetry is indispensable -
if I only knew what for.
Jean Cocteau

I am new to this. But am not new, personally
One of those things that has been on the edge all this time.
Thank social media for finally allowing me to break through.
I do other things, have a job that involves fixing stuff...
However, I figure this is going to be part of my reality now for quite a while.
My wife likes it, partly because I write about her quite a bit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael French
• Release date: Sep 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311038142

Book preview

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Lets try this on....

Hobbes, or Spinoza

An idea, rejected before...

Newton and Galileo

and don't forget Bacon

started testing the premise

It has bounced around

Nietzsche and Nihilism

Sartre and his friends

Existentialism

Heidigger and Einstein

Descarte and Derrida

we can include Wittgenstein

Shools of Thought

Chains of reason

All coming

From a simple idea

A question really

That at one time

we were afraid

to ask

Many times

Forbidden

On pain of death

Four hundred years

A moment in History

what have we learned?

The most important

thing we can do

Is ask the question

Flight

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The heron leapt and took flight

It sailed across the small pond

and along the park

About five feet off the ground

This is a big bird

Under the hanging branches

it turned when it got to the street

wingspan about equal to a car

it gained altitude

paused

dipped below a wire

turned right

and powered its way into the sky

I saw this while driving on that street

and the emotion it caused I recognized

I have had that dream

a number of times

flying (how varies)

wires overhead

Looking for a way through

That frustration

that sense of being held down, limited

I have always wondered who the enemy is

what or who is blocking the sky

Perhaps it's me

And as I drove I wondered about that bird

does he have dreams

does he see us in those machines

and imagines what that is like

and feels the tension, like i do

Of just not being able to get that thing

to lift off

Hadean

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I remember it clearly

although the number of years

that have passed isn't really

a number any more

It's an expression

I came upon him on the shore

of a sea that hasn't existed

since before the sky turned blue

I remember his hands

patient, careful

He was trying to make the sand

fit together in a pattern

but couldn't fully describe

He said he would know it

when he found it

So I remained and watched

as that sea moved away

and a desert sprang up

I recall how the sand smelled

And the way the mountains looked

And still he worked, never ceasing

even as the world shifted, again

When I asked if he would ever relent

The light shot diamonds from his eyes

We are picking them up to this day

The Footrail in Heaven

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I propose a salute to the entire Big Bunch

'Cause in heaven they open the tap before Lunch

You will know it's gotten dangerous close to time

Whenever the poetry begins to rhyme

To the Current One,The Big Kahuna

Get the ball rolling with whatever will suit 'ya

It makes us laugh