POETRY On The Subject

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Joined  02-01-2005
03 January 2005 07:45


He is the beginning,
and the end.
The bearer of all forevers.
His finger tips
swirl galaxies.
His eye sees
the very codes of life.
With his mercy
He brought forth
purgatory, and
men with two cheeks.
In His wisdom,
He wished a deluge
upon the Earth,
and fashioned Darwin
from the muck.
He is more
than we dare know,
and yet less,
than we can imagine.
He made tinmen and popes.
Black holes and the aurora borealis.
He is love and
love is blind.
He loves a good fight.
He enjoys His fame.
He had me fail geometry and
made trees which became
the masts of ships and
the bunks in the death camps.
He conceived of
hummingbirds and nuclear physics.
He is indeed most righteous.
In His firmanent
evil never triumphs.
He makes
plaster madonnas weep and
causes deserts and cancer and
snowflakes and stillbirths and
fireflies and widows and
shadows and the apocolypse.
He knows
everyone by name.
He listens to prayers.
He is the landlord
the taxman and the concierge.
He is surely one
of us.
  Daniel Thomas Moran

Al Qaeda Training Films, Inc.
We must begin
by loving the dust,
for it is indeed
everywhere in this world.
It made the prophet squint,
found its way into the flesh
of the most tender fruit.
It ground his teeth smooth.
And we must love
the terrible heat which
dries the dust and boils us
in our tawny flesh.
You will learn
to swing from our ladders,
somersault over limbo poles,
fire rounds from
moving motorcycles,
peer through tiny slits
from beneath black capes.
You will learn to take turns,
as you break down their doors,
take them all hostage,
commandeer their Hummers,
expose your face to fire.
But do not wonder.
All your questions will
not be answered in kind.
When it is your
turn before the camera,
hold your weapon high,
say the name of our god
over and again and
when we teach you
how to wire yourself
for the great glory,
bear the weight with humility.
For in that place where
the fruit is always clean
and the dust has settled over
all our common eternities,
be assured your reward
will be great indeed.
  2003 Daniel Thomas Moran

The Wexford Man

As a boy,
they marched you out
in foreshortened trousers,
down a lane which
cut over the lazy hills.
It was Autumn.
The air was blunt
with the balm of
the completed harvest.
The detritus of
the farmer’s labors
wilted in the field
waiting for
the dying light
to carry it back
into the damp earth.
The Christian Brothers
were there
beside the creaky door,
to show you to your seat
like a lynch mob.
To spare your soul,
they tied your left hand
to the wooden chairback.
You hammered out
their lessons
with the chosen hand,
steering the thoughts
upstream until even
your own voice failed you.
Jesus the Savior watched,
from atop the blackboard,
his tiny feet dusted with chalk,
both hands nailed
behind his back.
With your eyes upon the desk,
you offered your daily prayers
and begged forgiveness
for the one hand left free.

      2002 Daniel Thomas Moran

Some Instructions
When my time comes.
Don’t lay me in a box
with long bronze handles.
Don’t comb my hair
the way you always
thought it should go
and lay my head on satin.
Don’t polish my shoes.
Don’t surround me
with grand bouquets.
Flowers die too soon.
Don’t embrace one another
or blot the grief
from your eyes.
I will not have it.
There should be
no coffee, no cakes.
No one sing Amazing Grace.
And please, no churches,
no suggestions of the
mysterious will of
a god I deny.
I am not going home and
I will not rest in peace.
There can be no
peace in extinction.
Be certain that
I did not go willingly. Yet,
forego your misgivings.
Act as you will, as you must.
I will not raise up
a single objection, only
Be sure to have someone say
That given the chance,
I would have stayed a bit longer.

  2003 Daniel Thomas Moran

The Song of Adam

        these ribs
I bear
        a mark
Where I tore
        my belly
        the dark.

      flesh & forever
I could
        not doubt.
The dark
        came in,
But some light
        got out.
    Daniel Thomas Moran

To the Woman at the Party Last Night
Who Just Had to Bring It Up

Don’t think that I don’t get your point.
Even if it makes no sense, it
was still well articulated.
Perhaps it was how you offered it.
Like a platter of delicate tastes
with a bit too much curry.
If I try, I can see things your way.
You know that I want to, but
it feels like I’m forcing my foot
into a shoe which is ill-fitted.
Like sleeping in someone else’s bed.
After all, we are all humans,
each of our skulls slightly misshapen,
and filled with such separate thoughts.
Each of us fighting back overgrowth
along the course of our chosen path.
But please, consider re-thinking it all
and I pledge to do the same.
We can agree that it’s only fair, then
having given both opinions fair chance,
atleast one of us will be certain,
that you were completely wrong.

2003 Daniel Thomas Moran

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03 January 2005 09:41

Beautiful and sublime!

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Joined  22-12-2004
03 January 2005 09:45

except for one thing, clearly the woman is right = )

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03 January 2005 13:54


I would like to be at a party with you…just to hear poetry and debates.

Total Posts:  202
Joined  24-12-2004
03 January 2005 14:20

I have always loved the empathy of women. And women of empathy and reason really turn me on!

Sorry, sorry one too many beers!

Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

—Benjamin Franklin

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Joined  05-03-2005
30 April 2005 13:01

This poem was used to illustrate a point in the book The Golden Ratio, The story of Phi, the most astonishing number, by Mario Livio, a truly fascinating book that could shed light on the subject we are talking about.  I have become a fan of William Blake (1757-1827), an English poet, painter, and mystic: 

    To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower;
    Hold Infinity in the Palm of your hand,
    And Eternity in an hour.

This poem by William Blake also was used by a well-known author and speaker, Wayne Dyer. in his book, The Power of Intention, as the basis of one of his chapters “...about overcoming obstacles to the unlimited power of intention”  Dyer explains that in this poem, “Blake is telling us that poets have an inexhaustible imagination and consequently an unlimited ability to make something so.  He also reminds us that many aren’t capable of such a firm persuasion.”  In my own opinion, I do think this has a lot to do with why we have so many disagreements and problems in the world which we never seem to be able to solve.  It does take a little initiative on our own part just to develop a little imagination and begin to see there are many possibilities available to us that will solve all of our problems.  Another very beautiful poem by William Blake that was written in the 18th century to early 19th century…

          The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

    “Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
    He replied,  ‘All poets believe that it does.
    And in ages of imaginaion, this firm persuasion
      removed mountains,
    But many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.”

Wayne Dyer says on the difference between our own ego and what this God within us is that wants to express itself:  “This [ego will] wants you to constantly acquire evidence of your importance.  It pushes you toward proving your superiority and acquiring things you’re willing to chase after with hyperdedication and resolve.  On the other hand, your imagination is the concept of Spirit within you.  It’s the God within you.  Read William Blake’s description of imagination.  Blake believed that with imagination, we have the power to be anything we desire to be.”

    I rest not from my great task!
    To open the Eternal Worlds,
      to open the immortal Eyes of Man
    Inwards into the Worlds of Thought;
    Into eternity, ever expanding
    In the Bosom of God,
    The Human Imagination