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A Poem That Knew No Better
by Aberjhani
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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With rhymes of lesser distinction and
    themes lit

By dubious intentions, I was born
    blood-wet and red

To the tears of a broken pen and the smile
    of an abused angel.


Dressed up in sonnets, happily nude in
    open verse,

I fluttered iridescent pages of faith, hope,
    and charity

Through tornado screams of one world’s
    challenged soul.


For I was a poem that knew no better,
    wandering then, wandering now.


Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light
    embracing light

And so allowed my syllables to rest there
    as a prayer

They might sing in their dreams, or let drool
    across their cheeks.


Wandering then, wandering now,
    I was a poem that knew no better.


Within the bosoms of mothers and wives and
    husbands of soldiers,

I saw the earth crack like madness in a stone
    god’s drunken rage,

And for them, with crystal lines built
    my trembling bridge.


For I, a poem lost in this strange world,
    never knew any better.


Humbly I presented my pages as silk-laced
    tissue at a banquet––

for warlords and terrorists, and I begged my
    belligerent brothers,

“Get thee thine shit together please, as truly
     it makes life most foul.”


Due to the nature of my being,
    I knew not better.


Where the eyes of lovers prayed, I was prone
    to sparkling joy.

Where the garden of grace blossomed,
    star-scented moonlight made me drunk.

Where the oceans of heaven sighed peace,
    I flowed into a
midnight wave of echoes.


For I was a poem that knew no better,
    wandering then, wandering now.


© 1/10/2006


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Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
Beautifully written... I am in awe!
Reviewed by Silent Dream
Exceptional poetry. A wonderful concept expressed. I enjoyed reading this! Thank you for sharing ;)

((Hugs and LOve)) ~SilentDream
Reviewed by Janet Bellinger
Yes, keep on being a poem that knew no better. Very touching.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford
This touches the soul silently with a light that the reader feels for some time.
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

A Poet expresses her/his natural emotions, the wonders of Nature, or serve as an interpreter for what is possible to exist, could have existed or exists around her/his perception through intuition and imagination. This is a depiction of a poem in a deep diving in the sea of the ontological mind and Soul. “... and the Verb became flesh...” and "A Poem That Knew No Better" has spoken.

This poem is a glowing page of The American Fine Letters, a compliance to Poetry’s tasks; and a scented flower to add beauty and value to The Major Art.

I salute You, Poet!

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Alain Gracio
Echoes and stirs of peace is in the eye of the begotten. One man's peace is anothers hell's. Your poem is somewhere in between. Intently as I was reading I was thinking of an idea that wasn't a verb and yet this invoked a profound sadness within me. The whirlwind of hope twirls and stirs the heart, soul, and mind to think of a panacea of a utopian world in which we all can live with our own freedom to love and be equal in theory.
Reviewed by Cynth'ya
Bro. A, I can hear you reading this so clearly as my eyes scan over and over the words. And I gotta read this tomorrow at my weekly poetry group meeting. This is so lifting!
Reviewed by jude forese
magnificent craftsmanship and conceptually stimulating ...
Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Masterful, captivating poetry, Aberjhani; most meaningful and worthy of much more than one reading. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Kate Burnside
... You could say I have a one-track mind... but I see in this the same mind of the Messiah, the same voice and tone of the Messianic that I saw in Vampire Song and Blue Madonna Rising - the same degree of Divinity in the Dungheap and the pulse of life that ripples its immortal DNA into the blood and gore of a fallen world - and brings/wills redemption like magic drops in every place it touches. The mind of God IS a poem - fluid,undefined and infinitely creative whilst at the same time adhering to universal laws that it has itself put in place. Forgive me if I am way off track, but, having started to read through in this vein, I was able to somehow sustain this perspective to the glorious conclusion of it. There is both meekness and majesty in the "I" here. "Upon the lips of babes" stanza is wonderfully fomenting. And "Humbly I presented my pages as silk-laced tissue at a banquet for warlords and terrorists" speaks of the Prophet and Teacher. Even if I am waaaaay wide of the mark, this is another glorious allegory, your words like a fascinating montage of shards of glass. Exceptional, thank you. Kate xx
Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
Awesome, absolutely awe-inspiring! What mastery of thought and expression!
Reviewed by Carole Mathys
Brilliant offering Aberjhani, written with a masterful touch. and peace
Reviewed by Kenny Baez
Not all poems that wander are lost, Aberjhani, as this peripatetic poem shows. Image following image like a film sequence, like a song continuous, sung all over the world.
Reviewed by Paul Williams
What a wonderful way to start the new poetic year, such a powerful and inspiring write to all who read it. 'Get thee thine shit together please, as it makes life most foul' words my muse has been whispering in my ear since the holidays, thanks for the reminder. Outstanding piece Aberjhani,I hope more is on the way.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Thank you, Aberjhani, you've captured my heart with a poem that knew no better than to be shouted to the world! Excellence!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
This magical piece of artwork, "A Poem That Knew No Better," has entranced me as it carried me upon its message's wings. I can only sigh and whisper humbly, "Thank you!"
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Most excellent offering Aberjhani!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Only A Poet
this is such a new take on the subject of being a poet, you are a poet of greatness and this poem rocks, too many wodnerful lines to pick out a favorite but i lean towards.....
"I begged my belligerent brothers, “Get thee thine shit together please, as truly it makes life most foul.”

Reviewed by L. Figgins
Soul of the world. If it "knew better" it would drive a Hummer, buy drug company stock and play Battleship. Coddle it, fondle it, feed and nourish it. The Soul of the world is the hope of the world and it wanders above greed, the hunger for power and hate in the garden of love and truth. Beauty, Aberjhani! Joy to you this new year...Lin
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
Love the way you so artfully develop this engagingly creative write, Aberjhani.Bravo!
Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
Into nothing all things go. If the poem knew it all it would have only opinions but a poem, knowing no better explores it all touches it all and gives it back in verse and rhyme. That's what poems do. This is an exceptional exploration into the soul of poetry. ~~Carmen
Reviewed by Betty Torain
I really enjoyed your POEM. To me it speaks the importance of being free to be creative and, true to myself and, accepting of others.

Thanks for sharing. Love, Betty Torain
Reviewed by J M
Your poem is stunning a very beautiful and very meaningful contribution here at the den. I enjoyed reading your creative pen.
Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
Dear Aberjhani
This is superb! A supreme pen on the beauty and innocence intrinsic in the soul!
'For I was a poem that knew no better,
wandering then, wandering now.'
May you continue to write needed words that move... Dear Wanderer!
With love & freedom Suzie xox :-)
Reviewed by Lori Moore
Wonderful poetry.
Reviewed by Nordette Adams
And so, sweet Aberjhani, you continue...
You make boys out of poetry, beings by the words from your
angel-lit soul.
You make the night shine sometimes like an early summer morn,
and our hearts leap to heaven despite the heavy burdens of our minds.
You continue...
as the endless breath of hopeful gods
and the golden river of love's rich honey.
You make the moments worthy of time's ticking...
Do, my love, go on.
Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
A beautiful poem full of humility, love and hope irrespective of. With this I agree with Eileen - it it knew any better we would have missed this wonderful inspirational write.

God bless, Aberjhani!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
This poem that knew no better, but still had to go the extra mile to do what it could to to enlighten the "babes asleep," the "bosoms of mothers and wives and husbands of soldiers," and the "eyes of lovers prayed" because to do less would be akin to wringing out of its soul the essence of what is perceived as right. This poem that knew no better probably still knows no better, but there is within it a desperate feeling of being misunderstood or ignored, therefore, this poem that knew no better is still trying to talk the walk of its holy core.
Reviewed by Tina Clark
Truely a jewel, a rare diamond..........from your pen spreads wisdom and such beauty. Please always see that beauty and continue to share it. God Bless you!

Reviewed by E T Waldron
I shiver to think that if it knew better, we could have missed this incredible poem! Aberjhani, you rule!...

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
Truly surreal, but with a very clear anti-war theme. I don't know if our brothers will ever get thine --- together.
Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
One of the most beautiful poems I have ever read.
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
This poem filters out foul and as in music, mathematics, and chess talent that shows itself very early in life, so does this poem, pointing out an illegal knight move on the chessboard of life. It is extremely rare for anyone to learn the game and play it well if the social factors are corrupt. I see A Poem That Knew No Better as an apology for the evil doings of man/woman. This poem is free of discriminating activity and full of peace and love. Thank you kindly, Aberjhani

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