A poet's quest

If humans were formed from dust, & poetry is human's meager attempt to reveal the beautiful or sublime; the beauty of this dust from which we originated from is unsurpassed -jmf   28 Nov 2011

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Once a man in his quest to be poetic,

Twisted and mingled words to find

Subtle beauty in meager arrangements.

At birth of day;

When the day was ripe;

At death of day;

Even when the night’s eye

Was sleeping, he searched

His dreams. Reaped them apart;

Turned them upside down and

Scribbled their charms on memory.

Only to find hosts of

Re-arranged clichés.

Exhausted, out loud he cried.

'Give me a drink of thesaurus, and

Cigars rolled in pages of a dictionary.

I'd be drunk with beautiful metaphors,

And be high with unusual rhymes that

Sing and dance. I’d sing along and

Sprightly dance that our voices may

Reach over vales and hills

Till my mind’s ink is drawn.

Yes! O yes, an echo on shelf

Lonely and dusty continues to sing.

On platforms or from behind silent corners,

I'd care not because, time …;

Would’ve dealt with me”.

Look into those eyes

Look into those eyes!




Hi Jeffry, I only recently stumbled upon your FB page. I confess I was lost for words...you're truly gifted. After viewing all, I was touched by the current wall photo and felt the eyes were communicating with me. I thought I could hear her and what she wants to convey. I felt compelled that I wrote a poetry piece which I will post here. Though you painted for Bougainville, I think this wonderful painting can also represents the youthful PNG nation and all the dreams and hopes we have. See poem below!

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                                                                  Painting and picture by Jeffry Feeger

Look into those eyes

See those eyes; wide open staring at you;

They hold secrets, a thousand secrets

Lying bare on a vast ocean

Look into the gleaming eyes,

Do you see a thousand tales that beckon you?

O go ye, they are fair and life abound

Now do you see a thousand dancers,

Gaily dance in soothing breezes?

Do you hear a thousand songs from

Mountains misty to valleys beautiful,

And over dreaming seas?

Look again; deeply! into those eyes;

Do you see a thousand flames reaching out,

While dancing haphazardly?

And, do you hear a thousand cries, from

Mountains misty to valleys beautiful,

While the winds sweep the shores?

Do you see idle rocks sitting on shores,

And watch as waves in loud collisions crash,

Then echo across valleys until mountains,

And disappear into rain clouds?

Look into those eyes; do you see everything?

Poem by Jeffrey Febi and Picture by Jeffry Feeger