“Who knows how easily ambition disguises itself under the name of a calling, possibly in good faith and deceiving itself, in sanctimonious confusion?” Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
I saw you first
on the main banking floor
Unpacking customers
like a traveler his suitcase
Just passing through
on your way to the top
© 2019, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photo courtesy of Jiri Hodan, Public Domain Pictures.net
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
The poem above is about ambition that is totally self-centered, which it can certainly be. Ambition can also be a good thing, helping us get things done that make life better for our families and community. Like many human characteristics, it can be a mixed bag, a sticky combo of service to others and self-aggrandizement. What are your thoughts and observations? Tell us in your own poem/s.
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Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. I currently run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded. I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers. My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s Porch, Vita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation Press, The Bar None Group, Salamander Cove, Second Light, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Meta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman. My poetry was recently read by Northern California actor Richard Lingua for Poetry Woodshed, Belfast Community Radio. I was featured in a lengthy interview on the Creative Nexus Radio Show where I was dubbed “Poetry Champion.”
The BeZine: Waging the Peace, An Interfaith Exploration featuring Fr. Daniel Sormani, Rev. Benjamin Meyers, and the Venerable Bhikkhu Bodhi among others
“What if our religion was each other. If our practice was our life. If prayer, our words. What if the temple was the Earth. If forests were our church. If holy water–the rivers, lakes, and ocean. What if meditation was our relationships. If the teacher was life. If wisdom was self-knowledge. If love was the center of our being.” Ganga White, teacher and exponent of Yoga and founder of White Lotus, a Yoga center and retreat house in Santa Barbara, CA
“Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.” Lucille Clifton
Hello Jamie! I’ve been having trouble with WP – it keeps crashing when I try to post, comment or like. I’ve tried to post this before so apologies if it shows up more than once (although I’ve looked and I didn’t see my comment).
https://iidorun.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/ambition-a-haibun/
If it’s too late, that is ok too. This has happened before so I am not sure what is going on.
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No worries. Got it. I’m late getting the post up, but will do so later today. So, you caught me in time.
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Fatwood
Buried by salt of dead sea;
one red maple perched atop patchy earth
grows narrowly
straight upside-down:
Roots in place of canopy,
poking upwards into sky’s electricity
like bed-head hair of old men,
fingers tangled in strands,
yanking, frantically, for just a few more
hours, floating somewhere with genies in bottles
of clouds risen from moisture
leaked out of their piss,
brown paper wrapper bags.
Branches budding into tunnels of earth,
burrowing like kangaroo rats into ground.
One whippoorwill singing,
“You’re doing it wrong.”
While chubby wind pummels, sound funnel of storm
rocking mud-tinged roots, taking two sapling capillaries,
every note of her song.
Even with renewed forms of ambition,
doubt, judgement,
trespass
never take long.
(Leaves, neither, never enough to cover
eggshells of empaths, mottled misunderstandings,
pioneering mistakes, despairing last breaths.)
And hence one red maple, topped by electrified scalp,
salty with sea brine, dives
where darkness becomes expectation,
not breach,
bringing what grains might help it adapt; and
sometimes, exhaling out impatience,
whispering wisdom to wriggly worms,
bites blindly, deeper into ground, misconceived as
growing its own matches, just another grave
mistake.
(by Maribeth Parot Juraska)
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Fatwood
Buried by salt of dead sea;
one red maple perched atop patchy earth
grows narrowly
straight upside-down:
Roots in place of canopy,
poking upwards into sky’s electricity
like bed-head hair of old men,
fingers tangled in strands,
yanking, frantically, for just a few more
hours, floating somewhere with genies in bottles
of clouds risen from moisture
leaked out of their piss,
brown paper wrapper bags.
Branches budding into tunnels of earth,
burrowing like kangaroo rats into ground.
One whippoorwill singing,
“You’re doing it wrong.”
While chubby wind pummels, sound funnel of storm
rocking mud-tinged roots, taking two sapling capillaries,
every note of her song.
Even with renewed forms of ambition,
doubt, judgement,
trespass
never take long.
(Leaves, neither, never enough to cover
eggshells of empaths, mottled misunderstandings,
pioneering mistakes, despairing last breaths.)
And hence one red maple, topped by electrified scalp,
salty with sea brine, dives
where darkness becomes expectation,
not breech,
bringing what grains might help it adapt; and
sometimes, exhaling out impatience,
whispering wisdom to wriggly worms,
bites blindly, deeper into ground, misconceived as
growing its own matches, just another grave
mistake.
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Delete this repeat submission with error in text.
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https://poeticoceans.wordpress.com/2019/02/18/for-the-poet-by-day-wednesday-writing-prompt-desire-with-no-spurs/
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If you do not stop
on the way to the top,
to brace your footing,
on the way to the bottom
there will be no ledges.
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hope this fits:
Be the 1
And everyone threw away whatever was an inconvenience
that challenged themselves to something more than themselves
God was first – not because of who he was but because
others’ misrepresentations, misbeliefs and misunderstandings
better he was wrong than they were
what they chose to keep and what they emulated —
writings by others who would abuse and misuse
weak science based in opinion
backed by big money
colleagues strung out on substitute
mini gods – manageable at least
an all for one and one for all mentality
each believing they were the one and the all.
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cramberry sauce
crammed into the arena
are mostly men stunned
by the woeful reversals
bequeathed them
by the recession
they attend this
FREE!!!! motivational seminar
to get some steam back
and will hear a former first lady
and a former astronaut
several former ceos
and a silvertongued real-estator
and will be bucked up
and will fall for new schemes
and will spend
an average of $107.28
and will still not learn
the meaning
of FREE!!!dom
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cranberry sauce
crammed into the arena
are mostly men stunned
by the woeful reversals
bequeathed them
by the recession
they attend this
FREE!!!! motivational seminar
to get some steam back
and will hear a former first lady
and a former astronaut
several former ceos
and a silvertongued real-estator
and will be bucked up
and will fall for new schemes
and will spend
an average of $107.28
and will still not learn
the meaning
of FREE!!!dom
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Hi Jamie:
My fourth submission:
Achievement
“It’s a hobby.” he says
as he buys the latest adventure.
Level One: a half eaten pizza
goes cold as he outwits the foe.
Only 35 levels to go.
Levels Two-Ten: unopened bills
amass behind the front door.
He strives for a better score.
Levels Eleven-Twenty: The bath has
a black ring. Mice skitter dustclouds.
Over halfway and he is proud.
Levels Twenty-One-Thirty: He orders food
in on his mobile. His girlfriend left at level
Eighteen. If only he can reach the next level.
Level Thirty-One: He doesn’t hear or see the bailiffs
as they take his other tellies, cooker,
microwave and sundry furniture.
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Interesting Prompt. Thank you Jamie 💜🌹
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Hi Jamie,
My third submission:
Be Vague.
Recognition follows your
strive to be vague.
Lose sharp edges. Fade
A little at the corners.
This will define you.
Nothing must be prominent.
If it stands out make it sit down.
Don’t make an exhibition of yourself,
blend into background.
Urban camouflage expert.
Stealth worker. No loud clothes.
Self efface, deface your selfies,
if you must. Annunciate in whispers.
Mumble. Stay off the interweb.
It is only self publicity and aggrandisement.
Aver bright colours keep
to the colour of shadows.
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Hi Jamie,
My second submission:
Be Complacent.
Take all for granted.
Be blasé. Let it all happen.
Smile sweetly as that car kills
that bystander. There’s nothing
you or I can do. We are not
in the car to stop the driver.
We are not by the pedestrian’s side.
We can only witness it all.
Don’t get involved. It will take up
all your life. Valuable time you cannot give.
You have work and family commitments.
Must strive to better yourself.
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my first submission:
Born Top
of the heap, King of the hill.
Ambition when retire is pushing broom,
at the valley bottom where the river flows.
Work your way steadily down slippery slope,
responsibilities and job titles roll away scree
downhill, watch ground underfoot, see silver
of the river, get bigger, find the bristles
and whittle the handle, nail together.
(From “A World Where”, Nixes Mate Press, 2017)
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