"Bazaar Leading to Chitpore Road of 1819" by James Fraser‘Love Thy Neighbor’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson The Society October 9, 2021 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 8 Comments . . Love Thy Neighbor Make no excuseIf sheer abuseIs all you giveTo those who live Around you. OwnThat you aloneMust bear the shameAnd take the blame For having doneTo anyoneThe slightest wrongThat all along You rightly knewOne shouldn’t doTo others. WhatAre neighbors but Reflected lightFrom what is rightIn open hearts,Once fear departs? . . Fit to Be Tied For fear of lawsuits, and to make the clientsbelieve their interests were the main concern,the doctor of the House, in full compliancewith every statute in the sovereign stateof old Nevada, did his best to learnabout conditions—pre-existent ormore recently acquired—that might createa problem during stressful interludes,the specialty the House was famous forfrom coast to coast. Humiliation, pain,and bondage—not a room with giggling nudesto fondle while they tickled—was the styleof satisfaction offered there. Come rainor shine, the parking lot was always packedwith cars._______If all was well, the doc would smileand let the clients know a little bitabout his special kinks, and then extractan inkling of their own emergent hopes,before declaring them completely fitfor anything involving whips or ropes. First published in Lucid Rhythms . . Thoughts Every idea which does not become your idealSlays a force in your soul. — Rudolf Steiner If suddenly a powerful ideaShould strike us like a bolt of summer lightening,Then, as when Russian soldiers stormed Crimea,We may well find the matter somewhat frightening. The ancient Indian theosophersHave taught us that the active human brain,Where bright and concept-laden thought occurs,Is made to sense a higher world. Refrain From doubting what is obvious: It standsTo reason that our insights are a giftFrom benefactors far from trodden lands,Whose purpose is to nurture and uplift. What is it, then, that’s clearly seen or heardBy every human inward eye or earBut plain impressions of the Holy Word,Which thence will infiltrate the noösphere? When first we reap such gifts we tend to falter,But then we raise ourselves back up once moreAnd lay what we’ve received upon the altarWhere God minds what we’ve been created for. . noösphere: the field of human consciousness as it influences biology . . C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press. 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Anderson October 9, 2021 Thank you, James, but, oh, could I ever bore you if I went on to tell you everything I know about Scotch malt whiskies. I’ll leave it to you to discover the moral and spiritual dimensions of what, after all, are just poems. The call to formalism and meaning is my only excuse. Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 9, 2021 I don’t know anyone in the poetry world today who can do dimeters as well as Kip Anderson. And “Love Thy Neighbor” is expertly enjambed from quatrain to quatrain, the entire poem being a mere three sentences! As for “noosphere,” I haven’t heard that word since the 1960s, when Teilhard de Chardin was still a hot item in theology courses. It brings back memories. Reply C.B. Anderson October 9, 2021 I appreciate that, Joseph, but, frankly, I don’t think that many poets have tried. Just wait until SJB tries her hand on this. I’m happy to ring back an old memory, even if it’s not one of mine. I’ll probably hold back on my monometer poems, because I’m uncertain whether readers will be able to stomach them. And they might begin to confuse me with Kay Ryan. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 16, 2021 C.B., I always love your poetic take on life and these three philosophical wonders are most welcome. I particularly like “Thoughts” and will be relying on my “gifts” more often having read it… and, dimeters, here I come! 😉 Reply C.B. Anderson October 17, 2021 You go, Susan! You have gifts enough, and you must certainly recall the saying, “From those to whom much has been given, much is expected.” I know you won’t disappoint. 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. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.