‘The Commissars Oppose Falun Gong’ and Other Poetry by James Sale The Society August 22, 2014 Culture, Poetry 6 Comments The Commissars Oppose Falun Gong They were old, had lost their youth, So, like the old, repressed the Truth. They fumbled, rigid in expression, So stiff – they lacked Compassion. Their purpose was interference, Lacking right Forbearance. In all this, all they had lost: Truth, Compassion, Forbearance – No Tao, but stuck at their dead post, Trapped without deliverance. Noah Survives Cancer He hammered on: no other way It seemed to him to miss the storm; And all the while they ate and drank, Got married too, and all seemed calm. They heard him hammer planks and knew Another nail stuck in the hulk That was a coffin which never would Float for all he might do, or talk. They laughed, why would they not? What folly Is in the heart of man, and reigns – Until a day come, more like night, A pitter of unfamiliar rains? He shut the hatch down; they took cover, Certain as time was it would soon, Like this interrupt, blip, be over: Three fifty days, no sun, no moon. Storm? You could call it that – more like The great titan Typhon’s pursuit Of Zeus and all living things: Life’s orchestra now just one flute. As he emerged into a world He had not imagined before, So unlike the one he had left, He blinked. Had he survived for sure? Nothing would ever be the same Again; there would be no return; Though, note, how grateful Noah was To see light, the while his tears burn And burn. Love to Lose When ‘v’ shifts to ‘s’ the change occurs: The one we don’t want because this one hurts; When ‘v’ shifts to ‘s’ it’s a backward motion – True witchcraft that paralyses the heart. When ‘v’ shifts to ‘s’ then something is wrong: The misstep of live becoming our lies, While bathing deep in a toxic ocean – Drinking damnation to its bitter lees. When ‘v’ shifts to ‘s’ they call out, ‘It’s real’: Pragmatic people take comfort in loss; When ‘v’ shifts to ‘s’ there is no potion Or curative making reality less. When ‘s’ shifts to ‘v’ – then sound has voice: All’s in reverse so Lazarus heals; When ‘s’ shifts to ‘v’ there’s then the option – Togetherness comes and humans are whole. James Sale FRSA is an inspiring public speaker, fluent writer of management, educational, and spiritual ideas with nearly 20 books to his credit listed on Amazon. He is Europe’s leading expert, trainer and coach on motivation and performance, and the creator and licensor of Motivational Maps worldwide. Maps are now in six languages and in twelve countries. James has been writing poetry and about poetry for over 40 years. His educational texts include, The Poetry Show volumes 1-3 (with David Orme, Macmillan 1987), Poetry Street 1-3 (with David Orme, Longmans 1991) and Blueprints Poetry (Thornes, 1998). He has appeared in many UK magazines (and is about to appear in the USA in the Anglican Theological Review) and had seven collections of poems published, including most recently, Inside the Whale, his metaphor for being in hospital and surviving cancer, which afflicted him in 2011. James has been a Quaker for 11 years. Featured Image: “A Battle Between Good and Evil” by Zhiping Wang. Description: The man and woman in the forefront hold signs that read “Truth, Compassion, Forbearance,” and “The Law rectifies the universe.” The spirits of the plainclothes policemen bow before their victims, suggesting that the police have been deluded by higher authorities into carrying out orders against their own conscience. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. 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Keep me posted on the progress of your publication – I’d like to read it when it’s out. Reply Reid McGrath August 22, 2014 The metaphor works well as Noah’s condition really syncs with the isolation and aloneness a cancer patient must feel: i.e. “And all the while they ate and drank, / Got married too, and all seemed calm.” Noah’s emergence into the new world he “had not imagined before” is also a wonderful encapsulation of the cancer survivor’s nascent and refreshing opportunity to keep on keeping on in a world that looks entirely different. Reply james sale August 25, 2014 Thanks Reid – you are very sensitive and perceptive: to return to the light, ah yes, that is an experience unlike any other I have ever had. So just as Noah is a metaphor for it, so is Inside the Whale, my collection about it (excluding Noah, which wasn’t written then) and the idea of returning like Jonah. Reply NealD August 22, 2014 initially, I thought Evan Mantyk had written this. Serious cheers to you both, then. Reply james sale August 25, 2014 Thanks Neil – that’s a compliment! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.