Poems
Kongthin Pearlmich has written over 2000 poems. He began writing poetry from a very early age. The poem ODE TO THE GRAND DESIGNER was written when he was a 14-year-old schoolboy. Kongthin has recently dedicated this poem to Professor Richard Dawkins and Professor Alistair McGrath in honour of their respective positions on the subject of Darwinian Evolution. In this section a small sample of poems have been selected completely unedited and raw and not for any particular reason. These poems were selected by KP's personal secretary Over the next three years KP's poems are to be published in a series of 20 volumes, each volume will consist of 100 poems. The first volume is scheduled for publication on March 1st 2009. If you would like further information please contact info@kongthinart.com
ODE TO THE GRAND DESIGNER OF THE
BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY
GENIUS OF DESIGN - SHE’S COME A LONG WAY FROM THE HAIRY CATERPILLAR
SHOWING HER BEAUTY - AN ARTISTIC, MAGNIFICENT FLOATING FLOTILLA
HER DELICATE WINGS LIKE TISSUE PAPER SAILS - WHISPER A GENTLE FLUTTER
HER ENGINEERED SWALLOW TAIL –YELLOW, SILKY SOFT AS CREAMY BUTTER
THERE’S NATURES PAINTED LADY – A PICTURE POETRY MARVEL SHE BE
A NATURAL WONDER – EVOLUTION OR GOD'S GIFT? MATTERS NOT TO ME
SHE SPANS HER WINGS, SUNBATHES, PIROUETTE FLUTTERS UPON THAT FLOWER
I COULD WATCH HER FOR EVERY MINUTE OF TIMES WINGED CHARIOTS HOUR
SHE SEEKS OUT NATURES COLOUR, DRINKS IN THE HEADY NECTAR PERFUME
FLITTING, BOBBING, DANCING, GLIDING FROM GLORIOUS BLOOM-TO-BLOOM
THEN NATURES SUPER FRAGRANCE SCENT HEAVY- TRIGGERS A BOOMING SNEEZE
AND OFF SHE FLUTTERS SKIPPING, WEAVING, FLOATING UPON THE SUMMER BREEZE
I FOLLOW HER WITH SUN DAZZLED SQUINTING EYES ACROSS THE GOLDEN HAY
THRILLED TO SEE HER DELICATE BEAUTY -SHE REALLY HAS BRIGHTED UP MY DAY
SHE IS A QUEEN - A MAJESTIC EVOLUTIONARY SOVEREIGN FOR MY EYES TO BEHOLD
A STUNNING EXAMPLE OF NATURES EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS - SO I AM TUTOR TOLD WHO MADE HER? WHO KNOWS? -I HOPE TO MEET HER MAKER WHEN WISE AND OLD
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THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY THE ARTIST AND POET - KONGTHIN PEARLMICH WHEN HE WAS AGED FIFTEEN. SCRIBBLED IN A SCHOOL JOTTER AFTER WATCHING A BEAUTIFUL BUTERFLY SUNNING ITSELF ON FLOWERS PLANTED OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL CLASSROOM.
KONGTHIN HAS DEDICATED THIS POEM TO PROFESSOR RICHARD DAWKINS AND PROFESSOR ALISTER McGRATH - BOTH OF WHOM ARE BRILLIANT IN ARTICULATING THEIR RESPECTIVE POSITIONS ON THE GREAT QUESTION OF MANS EVOLUTIION.
The Fruitless
Search of Doctrine
A basket of religions, doctrinal gospels indoctrinate - tell all how to live
The fruit of mystery, plumbs of power, passion, Divine promises to give
If only Scripture shone bright as Divine light stripped bare for truth
To capture hearts, fruitful minds before evil vines strangle the universal youth
Atheist, Buddhist, Islamist, Christian, Sikh, Hindu to mention just a few
Oracle, Confucius Catholic Maoist, Marxist, Tantra and don't forget the Jew
Divinity preached that mankind must live in harmony together,
Beliefs, fight for dominance with gun, sword, bombs - or the quill of a political feather
Was Darwin always right - only animals living here in a spiritless, natural plight?
No gods, no supernatural entity, no ghost or angel, no spirits in mysterious flight
The blue bauble hangs in infinity, a nothingness, a black black sea
Alone in endless time, no space for earthly or heavenly destiny
Should we pickle hearts in vinegar or balm our souls with honey
Bitter-sweet, is the herbal spice of modern life - such is the perfume scent of money
A moral compass long since lost in an a abyss of selfishness - clouding his radar
Man no longer cares for anyone or anything in this world or world's afar
So what can the Gospels tell us, perhaps brings us back from the amoral brink?
Humans like the dodo, dinosaur, white tiger, all homo sapiens are now extinct
Where now the Gospel that weaves its golden thread - sunk in a spiritual mystic vaccum
Mans only hope a universal kinship - sailing, floating to Mother universes womb
The egg of life is shell-like - cracking upon her suffocated birth
Homo sapien - he's poisoned the very life of her - polluting a bloated girth
Science thought she'd solved all her mysteries - the atheists told us then
Alas, the blue spec outlived them all - and saved herself from Mans fruitless basket brimming with only greed and avarice She has kept the secrets of eternity firmly to herself and,- i'll pray to that - hallelujah and amen.
MYTHS
I’ll tell you of King Arthur, Robin Hood even Virgil
Those ancient legends give you such a thrill
Tell all ancient stories, tales and myths galore
From Blue Hog, King Lear, Ovid to the Trojan War
Who cares of where Deucalion, Icarus, Pelops, Zeus have been
The young today are not interested in this Mythological scene
They shun stories of goat’s bodies, lion head and serpent tail
You might as well seek out the real Holy Grail
I’m sorry to disappoint, don’t be so forlorn
I’ll tell of the beasts, the Sphinx and the Unicorn
Tales from Crete, Egypt, Palestine and Babylonia
Of the Hare and the Tortoises that caught pneumonia
Of Pegasus the winged horse and chariots of fire
All dancing to the tune of an angel’s sweet sounding lyre
So come closer my lovely, inquisitive little lad
While daddy relates the tale of the great Iliad
So brace yourself young man it can be uncouth
For did you know that 'man' came from a serpents tooth?
Don’t look aghast I swear it is really the truth
I heard it first from Jacob's mother the biblical Ruth
And when I was just like you but a little boy
I first leant of the majesty of Hellene of Troy
Not to be confused with the peoples of Zion
Or those that worshiped at the altar of Poseidon
Then there was Zeus with his power and great might
Not to mention the treasures and lure of Aphrodite
Of their type these tales are true champions
So they should be for they are Spartan Olympians
And have Cyclops, Hermes and Pleiades the daughters of Atlas
Of monsters of wars of heroes they all come to pass
Of armies of soldiers piled dead in a heap
Ah, God bless him, my son, for he has fallen asleep
Copyright © 2008 Kongthin Pearlmich All rights reserved.
