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Mark Anderson Poem
Be there not a kernel paradoxical,
in that nature which hides a truth impersonal?
That freedom is guided by fundamental rights,
not man, for example.
Love, too, must only be allowed to grow-
Love itself, not necessarily man,
is the rule to follow.
Finally, equality can be thought of in this frame,
because only man has emphasized the tradition of a name.
But our blood, our principles, our love-
Are they not passed to women just the same?
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2018
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Mark Anderson Poem
As a star from a giant cloud ignites,
the day bursts open wide;
My spirit lifts, beyond dawn and mist,
the luster of my mettle shines.
And this singular element of the Universe,
a lesson for me divines:
That however small our place may be,
We are the Sun, the Earth, and Sea.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2018
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Mark Anderson Poem
Here is a stately nook,
in various degrees of wear;
Flowers, shells, and myriad designs
grace o'er our good old books.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2018
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Mark Anderson Poem
A man's grace is to see beauty from the start,
To see love in her face,
And read it with his heart.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2018
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Mark Anderson Poem
Enthusiasm, a fickle friend,
Illumining the soul, or chasing an end.
A trumpet call to start the race,
Run with heart, or without a face.
Honoring the master’s call alarming,
Or setting the ego dog to barking.
A sailor’s wishing for the wind’s gifting,
Or a soul’s salve in the stars twinkling.
Enthusiasm entices in all its guises,
A forest of virtues as well as vices.
When Apollo's prowess gleamed,
Cupid's arrow deceived
A hero's budding heart, fate's victim,
among the leaves.
Aspire to enthusiasm's enduring aims,
Our Halcyon spirit to exceed the waves.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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Mark Anderson Poem
Negativity, an impossible foe,
a miserable worm that deadens the skull.
A soul enraged when fully engaged-
Best leave the monkey in its cage.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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Mark Anderson Poem
A breeze on a string,
A gift with wings,
A blessing warm and bright,
An answer at night.
But this train we seek
Is easily missed
If merely passengers
Without a grip.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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Mark Anderson Poem
Here follows a curious song,
a question 'til now delayed:
Oh, what miracle set us abroad,
then here among the Lakes?
Was it a mutual desire to feel
what new cultures and
languages reveal?
Or that God wills fate to help and
to heal?
Each path, unmet, untold.
Yet, one moment,
one alter,
two hands for each to hold.
Copyright © Mark Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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