- Non-Erotic Poetry
- ZMP~ Temple of the mind
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A temple is a structure
that houses prayer,
words built from thought
and heart beats shared.
Sweeping spider webs
from the temple's rooms
inside the mind lays
the tools to broom.
For their is no light
within the skull
only enlightenment,
let no mind dull.
Train the body
sharpen the mind
enrich the spirit,
strong temple signs.
Dust to dust or
an idea is sown
for rust may preceed us
watching new temples grown.
Humble when shaking
the hand of another
your opening the door
of someones sacred temple.
- COMMENTS
dcpoet44almost 19 years agoyou have woven together here. the title is my queen here......nicely done.....don
Scott N. Leavittalmost 19 years agoWOW!! an other good one that is ZEN & easy to read & know!! Dont litsen to the mean guy cause hes not ZEN at all & his poem are to hard to like much at all!
THANKYOU ZMA!!!
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoI have heard the phrase before
but never so detailed, thanks MET!
LuciousBi-Writes4Ualmost 19 years agoahhh...people don't always catch our sly little author's tricks do they Arty...I got it Buddy!
great job!!
;)
kisses,
T
twelveoonealmost 19 years agoArt, if you set up a pattern, there must be a reason for breaking it, you can be forgiven for breaking the rhyme at the end, after all the end should be the focus, the reason, attention should be focused there. If I was forgiving, I could rationalize that the rhyme begins to disintegrate on every even stanza, but it is not obvious that you intended it.
i.e
2nd rooms - broom (close)
4th mind - signs (same vowel, n sound)
6th another - temple (no rhyme)
Best line -
for rust may preceed us
ishtatalmost 19 years agoThis poem reminds me of a Parsi fire Temple I visited once.They are always devoid of furniture or decoration except for a single flame which seems to serve much the same purpose as your poem.
