My caveman

Smiles:) Barbara We disagree on much here, but you expressed your view very well in a masterful poetic style with a flawless flow and rhythm.

The metaphysical voice of the poet Presents the Caveman as a saviour Defying all that he can not comprehend This is true, not only for him But for most of us I was looking for the Caveman Now that I have found him He is truly a friend. If I may ask, Who are they? I mean Gaia, Shakti and Shiva I like this poem. It is really good. Best wishes for peace profound.

I do hope you don't tilt the machine...lol loved your poem and the content... it does flow excellently.. I believe the caveman in us saves us all from time to time.. Richard

who invented the wheel, found fire ect... I think you are on to something Jess and do not even know it. I think you are realizing that all things started with God. Coming to terms with him, rather him revealing himself to you in a prehistoric way, I have faith my friend that when it is all said and done we will be friends in the heavens. Unless there is no debate in heaven, then God will probably not let you in, LMAO! Love the write, title and everything! Your friend, Mark

well made. Though I'm unwilling to give Marx/Lenin credit for much of anything, since they simply established a nonreligion religion. As to Freud, he slipped much too often. So I guess that leaves me mostly with my DNA'd self. Which is not all that bad when I consider the alternative(s). Thanx, Chuck

Well done. As I have said God is many things to many people. I think you have a belief in (a) creator of some kind. What ever the name, your heart is known. If you remember my comments to your alien poem you see where I am going with this. You will find the religion you need in this life. There is a need in every human to believe in something greater then ourselves. The cave man looked up at the heavens and thought, "WOW". After that he was never the same. Your caveman is everyman. Well done. Dana

Hello, this piece is like the rain,it falls on everybody...the uninitiated get soaked and catch cold while the advanced get washed and pure. "...all our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, all our ignorance brings us nearer to death, but nearness to death no nearer to God..."---T .S. Elliot. respect. akabeks.

I agree with Akabeks on all counts,God is different things to different people and I chose to call him God of our hearts and our realisation.I especially like your works and your critique,would add you to my buddylist.Thank you.

I love Neopoet for its comments Cavemen discussing and GOD I know many people who have good reason to not believe in God I believe in Mother-Earth and the moon for me is female I believe in the elements and Spring and Winter Solstice give me singing and a hand drum even though a grand cathedral organ playing Bach Toccata sends shivers down my spine I know the caveman knows me But do I know of the caveman???? Again my thinker freind poet Weirdelf you defy atypical action and make me think what a great poem here I enjoyed this very very much today it was needed

You got the "Big Bang" you were looking for, Spotlight and Evolution. Good Job, Mark

"It was them truly freed us"--I like that phrase, and the entire poem. (Come to think of it, I believe the prestige dialect would call for "they"; but I think it sounds better as is.)

Yes "them" thanks Rob (and I re read this poem, amazing!)

<> <> Your poem is a killer . I enjoyed reading it very much... Its the tone of balance that you maintain between simple questions and declaratives. Great job.

You're most entitled to your religious preferences, my friend. The Church Of Jess. While I disagree with the content, the poem itself is astounding. I think this is one of your best yet. Someone's Caveman may be Buddha, other Shiva, others the little red ant that just walked over their shoe. My Caveman is our Lord Jesus Christ. Your Caveman comes from the heart, and is just as intriguing. Well done, mate. ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I can pull some strings and find out...." - George Carlin

I’m not sure what the image of the “caveman” represents in this poem…is it the inquisitive mind? cavemen did not have the knowledge we have today…they had to start knowledge out of nothing!...I don’t think they tried to defy what they don’t understand…I imagine they were thirsty for the smallest hint of what’s going on around them…so they probably absorbed and stored every message they’ve received and every lesson they’ve attended. What confused me a bit more is when you said “He’s saved me a lot”….some explanations on the last two stanzas would be highly appreciated. Thought provoking…thank you Jess

this is by far the best piece of writing I have ever seen posted by you. It is well crafted and structured. I disagree with a lot of it, but it is well written. Tom

I have been reading this over and over for days trying to figure out what to say. I think I have it finally. As you would put it, the writing is Bloody Brilliant, some of the content I agree with some not (naturally). I give you that Marx was a great thinker unfortunately what he came up with was a way to allow the corrupt to control every aspect of a population and basically destroy self worth. Darwin was a great thinker that believed in creation and then evolution even though wrong on some aspects which I have no problems with whatsoever. Freud was a truly great thinker that learned a damn lot about the human psyche, but even he made mistakes. The rest of them I am indifferent to and you know my feelings on religion. All in all Jess, I have to say that this is an awesome write even if I differ on a lot of the aspects of it Damn fine! Respectfully, Rett: "The only thing observable with the naked eye to exceed the speed of light is rumor" Unknown

Weird Elf, I had you figured for a thinking man. If I get the twist in this piece, I'm right. Nicely done. wcw

The caveman is very relatable, with, as you say, lack of knowledge, but not lack of intelligence, and no religous precident. I've studied these subjects, but instead of the utter mind blankness of my idea of a caveman, I feel an ordinary zen monk come to my inner forefront, and asses life situations with some knowing, an opinion only valuable to myself, and a determination to try to apply what I've learned. Thanks for the motivational work. wcw

on making the spotlight. I really enjoyed your poem - especially the reference to the caveman. The way I see it is it is necessary to harbour that caveman in order to remain sane . Aldous Huxley spoke of the Savage as the only sane voice in the Brave New World. I read this book a long time ago but, if my memory serves me correctly, while everyone else wanted order and predictability, the savage found meaning in the tumultuous unpredictablity of life. The reference to Buddhism which speaks of desire being an illusion and desire being the root of all our suffering seems rather paradoxical but if this is paradoxical what about these lines from the Bhagwat Gita: "Whatever has happened in the world is good; whatever is happening is good and whatever will happen is good" Are we being told that that cosmic plan is too huge for us to understand? Pretty devastating - isn't it? Cheers ... Leonard

Have to say that this is maybe one of my favorites of yours, very well written and deserving of the spotlight, Drinks all round.....ah Best Regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

Just reread this yet again, and it's still good! I congratulate you for when this made spotlight. Don't like Church of Jess, huh? How about Jessianity, or Jessism? Sound better? LOL! I agree to some degree that meeting is unneccessary. I can worship God anywhere from on the toilet, to driving my car, to standing in line at the grocery just as effectively as being at a meeting hall. (I refer to 'church' to mean the body of people, not the structure. We call "church" meeting...) I did have the opportunity to witness a Mennonite meeting a couple months back, and it was like walking back in time over 100 years ago. It was very simple, no bells and whistles, no idols, no music. My father-in-law's sermon was done from the heart - and wasn't filled with the chastizing and yelling, and fire and brimstone that I'm used to from a Baptist service. If some day I ever decide to become meek and humble, and can wrap my head around full devotion and sacrificing of self, it's a noble belief to hold. Anyway - I digress... Still excellent, my friend, the first, second, and now third time around. Much respect! ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I can pull some strings and find out...." - George Carlin

peace and love

Jeeze.... missed this... Jess. Must have been when my computer was down. I like to think of you as my poet soulmate. I know I'm a bit shameless, a bit arrogant. ;-) No one can save me from myself. ~A

First comment for the poem.. This comment re the comments and Jess' answers... My deepest respect for all. It seems I am *home* on poetry lists. The many so-called spiritual/nondual lists are divisive. Leave no room for respectful disagreement. Bows to all. ~Anna

A deep poem. Great work ! Thank you.