A PoemsFray Experience . . .

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Living Buddhas Need Passports
To incarnate legally
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No reincarnates can be found
In Beijing’s athiest compound..
In this city where dead is dead..
A reincarnate could lose his head!

No passports may be issued now
To souls returning once again..
The Dalia Lama must disavow
That he remembers more than men..

The frightened leaders in Beijing
To guarantee their full control
Are sifting through the afterbirth
To weed out any twice born soul..

Millions of Buddhists look askance
When oxymorons start to dance..
Once Herod dared to stake out polls
But Jesus too escaped the rolls..

What fun, the Dalai Lama laughs..
These Chinese leaders try to kill
What does not die, what is reborn..
Tibet still lives though it was shorn..

All tyrants try to kill the past
Erase the goodness that was done..
Defile compassion as a mask
To rule with fear and loaded guns..

Now even Heaven is under rule
By Beijing’s tyrants all reborn..
They sharpened all their buried tools
And donned their attitudes of scorn..

O mothers can you guarantee
The babe you carry is quite new?
And got its passport in your womb
(That will expire when life is through).

And so forth..

©Artemesia ..8/9/2007
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This is why they call it The FRAY...
Artemesia wrote a fine poem called Living Buddhas Need Passports To incarnate legally
In her Top Post titled: Beijing: Buddhas Need Passports To Reincarnate, saying she was inspired after reading an article, HERE.

I had read this very same article some days before because a friend of mine emailed it to me knowing I would find it interesting, appalling, and hysterically funny all at the same time.

Anyway, Artemesia wrote this very fine poem. I would love to post here but will wait for her to show up and give me permission to do so (please say yes)… (permission granted)

In the meantime I will provide links because this thread became quite long, somewhat intriguing, and to say the least, very frustrating thanks to MaryAnn. (For what it’s worth) I don’t know where mOOnbirdshadow lives, but (she?) claims to be Chinese.

Enjoy the show!
But most of all enjoy the poem! . . . reading the article will help you get the poem.
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In the stye of my previous Tuesday's Redux, For Iris-2 and the others who used to dine here with me and Marianne Moore, guest of honor.

A Last Homage For Marianne Moore
..On the demise of her Roast Cafe 6/4/2007-

We await Monday's special du jour..
Per usual this rhymes with Marianne Moore..
In honor of She who must be obeyed..
I render her one last accolade.
Never again will she tender a seat
Or lamb or mutton on Pinsky's beat..
Marianne never tendered a boar..
Faux poetry she'd put out the door.

Marianne told me this restaurant will close
For lack of poems and well chilled prose..
The tables will move to seat her upstairs
With Lear and Pope and Milne's odd bears..
No more will she deign to check her hat
And join us on Tuesday's to chew the fat..
Since this became a Fast Food place..
Pinsky's Hack-Shack will live on in disgrace.

In this time of reform and corporate go-getters
We would be conundrums to serve our betters..
Free speech will be served in media's fetters
To adorn the hot plates of Editor's letters..
When Socrates died it was almost too late..
For again here speech must serve the State..
Alas Poor Yorick.. this graveyard's Slate.

So once again Marianne, I bid you 'Adieu.'
You came, you saw, you laughed and knew
The die was cast when Pinsky threw
The Muses out and brought in his crew;
He papered these walls with rabbit skin glue
To dine with Al Fresca on saccharine lite..
This kitchen is closed, no Moore delights.

Artemesia ©5/31/2007

(permission granted in comments of post below)