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Poem about Yin and Yang of a Zen Day

Yin yang barnstar
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Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem was inspired by darkness descending on a clear evening while writing up the last poem post on this site. And here it is:
Changing of the Guard
duel at dawn
between night and day
light always emerges
with seed of moon
Yin zen Yang
sun leaves evening all
dark envelopes sky
in the second leg
of cosmic balance
Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk).
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Poem of Moonlight Sailing the Ocean Night

Moonlight
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Marc Latham’s latest FM poem shines a moonlight over the ocean night.  Here’s the poetry:
Embracing Sea at Midnight 
moon shines bright
lights ebony night
reflecting sunshine
goldshine, silverline
passing time
over eternal ocean
surfing wave motion
Marc Latham indulges in more speculative bipolar investigatory ruminations in the factual and fantasy worlds on the greenygrey website.

Eagle Poem about Spirit Animals, Dreams and our shared Environment

Eagle
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Marc Latham’s latest poem is about those that inspire dreams in the sky; as well as the increasing danger to wildlife from a human population that has just grown by a billion to 7b in little over a decade, and with some leading thinkers calling for the West to race with China’s uncontrolled building program.

Although it is of course understandable that individual people and collective societies want to acquire a decent standard of living, or protect the one they already have.  Here’s the poetry:

Eagle Down

Imagination inspiration
preparing breakfast
over fantastic spread
swoops downstairs

through unknown tunnel

oncoming traffic
clips resplendent wings
spirit grounded
broken dreamcatcher

Poem about Future Research into Past, Above and Below

Look into the Future
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Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem was inspired by the thought that a lot of our future knowledge acquisition in space and humanities will probably be through increased discoveries of past events.
In space, scientists are trying to trace the universe back in time as far as they can, and to the Big Bang if possible.  While in the humanities, we will no doubt have a better understanding of our world and ancient cultures if we find more evidence; most of this is probably underground at the moment.
The poem title more or less reverses the Back to the Future film title.  Here it is:
Future to the Back 
Space researchers focusing on
finding beginning
trying to catch
the big bang above us
stretching time
epic riddling rhyme
spinning standing still
an incomplete puzzle
earthly knowledge
pieces buried in sandy sea
stones and fossils
history unearthed
bring knowledge paradigm shifts

Poem about Middle-Age and Climbing Over the Hill

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Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem is another jolly affair (joke). It is also quite topical, with work sparse in the UK and many middle-age jobless people said to be finding it hard to find work.
Marc Latham is himself middle-aged and not doing very well financially, so hopefully the poem won’t incur the wrath of his fellow poor middle-aged.
Marc couldn’t resist the greenygrey map by the way!
The structure provides something new in that it is to be read from the bottom up, in line with its title and content being about climbing over the hill, with ‘over the hill’ a common phrase to describe people being past it in the UK.
Climbing Over the Hill
Line 9
relax, relax, relax
Line 8
lounge, lounge, lounge
Line 7
survive, survive, survive
Line 6
not wanted, salvage anything, no joy
Line 5
Middle-age
Line 4
hold on, grab something, don’t fall
Line 3
strive, strive, strive
Line 2
work, work, work
Line 1
climb, climb, climb
 

Poem about Bipolar from Underground to Solar

In Thought
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This poem by Marc Latham is quite an old one.  Marc held back on it as he thought it might be interpreted incorrectly, with readers thinking it made him sound all high and mighty.
It is in fact about the highs and lows of the bipolarity Marc thinks he’s had for a long time.  While the highs, or mania, can make you think you are in touch with special thoughts, the lows can make you think that life is completely futile and not worth bothering with.  Understanding what it is helps to weather the time spent on the fringes, and harness the creative thoughts the condition provides.
So while Marc guesses that most normal people, as only a small minority are supposed to be bipolar, have a much more rational or middle thought process, bipolar people spend more time on the edges of thought, where the rational gives way to the creative.
That’s probably why a lot of bipolar people seek release in creativity, while those with normal brain processes are happy in regular jobs.
Marc doesn’t think one is superior over the other, it is just a matter of different brains working differently, which also occurs in animals.
Grammatically, the poem is a little different to previous ones in that it has similar words ending and starting the lines in the two halves.
Anyway, here it is:

Mine Bipolar Mind 

high, high, high, look at my
mine mind as it fly
flies soaring at its peak
peaks and  glides, you wouldn’t speak
speaks to me, shouts to you
yours wouldn’t reach, my higher view
All is calm on the equator of the mind
You’ve got me, I’m feeling blue
blued by me, felled by you
your nightmare depths, I pass below
beneath normal limits of sorrow
sorrows and woes attacking mood
moody, moody, moody, backwards I stood