https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber
“The more important thing is not the object of love, but the emotion itself”. – Gore Vidal
“There will always be enemies. Time to stop being your own.” – Larry Kramer
“Love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” – James Baldwin
“I’d rather burn in hell than worship an anti-gay God.” – Desmond Tutu
Hello, everyone, from London UK,
Yes, a new poem today for the first time in a long time. As I keep telling new readers who chance upon the blog – often more by accident than design - most of my gay-specific poems are in the blog archives, so do, please, take a look sometime. I will be 77 years old later this year and, not unsurprisingly, no longer sexually active, especially after living with prostate cancer for a good ten years now...hence a failing inspiration regarding poetry that embraces LGBT matters.
Having said that, though, my main interest in writing any poem is that poetry like any art form, excludes no one. Besides, I may be growing old, but I still have the mind-body-spirit of a gay man; nor does being of any LGBT persuasion, exclude us from such universal thought processes and opinions as reflected in this and that ethos throughout history.
Over the years, I have met significant number of people - from all walks of life and religion - who have been made to feel they must choose between communing with a native sense of spirituality and engaging with desires of the flesh. To anyone from any community, this would have taken them into a state of crisis during the 1950’s when I was growing up, in a post-war society that saw same sex relationships as a crime against God and nature.
So intense and commonplace was prejudice against LGBT folks in those days, that we feared as much for our lives as for our souls.
As any regular reader of either or both of my poetry blogs will know, it was not until my early 30’s that I finally saw my way clear to face the world as a gay man. I have openly supported LGBT rights ever since.
God, I had been told, time and again, is a God of Love. Love, of course, comes in many shapes and forms and I came to believe that love between two people of the same sex would not - contrary to the religious dogma in which I had been all but brainwashed for years - be considered a blasphemy likely to send me to Hell. By then, too, I had discovered for myself how we can so easily be misled into creating our own Heaven and Hell here on Earth, in such ways as are anything but metaphorical...!
Prejudice of any description, towards anyone, is as much of an affront to human dignity as it has always been. Now, though, relatively slowly but surely, common sense, fairness and an equality deserving of a common humanity are filtering through to the more enlightened societies and communities worldwide; that many, if not most of these are among the more secularly inclined, does not and should not be seen as attitudes toward a native spirituality being in the decline.
No religion has a monopoly on a person’s sense of spirituality nor the right to dictate adhere to this or that theological agenda, whatever certain Holy Books have to say on the matter.
As I have said many times on the blogs, I have every respect for anyone’s sincerely held religious faith just as I would ask them to respect my right to find my own way in life, love, and spiritual well-being.
PERSPECTIVES
As age takes its toll of me,
I look back in anger
at schooldays long, long ago,
when I’d dread anyone
should know my secret shame,
as nurtured by societies,
within such as I, a taboo as few
(then) dared call by name, fearing abuse,
left with but Hobson’s choice
Secrets, though will fester,
drive mind-body-spirit
all but mad for suppressing
such love as flowered
within such as I, to which denial
from heart and soul
but falls on deaf ears, until a time
natural instinct insists it no longer ignore
a roar, growing ever louder
The first time I ventured
into the landscape
some religions would condemn
as a unpardonable,
I was trembling for the sheer dread
my God would strike me
dead where I stood,
waiting on a stranger to come, set me free,
if only temporarily, to be ME
We exchanged few words,
that stranger and I,
as we shared a mind-body-spirit
risen to the occasion,
on wings that would be clipped
by certain powers that be
who fear, above all, an individuality
asserting itself, no whim, but once and for all
over the human heart and soul
Time passed, as time will do,
ageing mind-body-spirit
grown weary of showing masks
to a world feeding
on stereotypes, passing off its vanity
as concerns for a humanity
driven by such sure historical agendas
as would see it sign up
to God-fearing behaviour, dogma and faiths
outlawing same sex relationships
Mind-body-spirit, though, asks
more of any society
or religion, increasingly less content
to go free but now and then,
seeking out such resources of its own
as would have it go
mask-free into the world, show its face,
defy any powers that be
hell bent on taking all prejudice and hypocrisy
into yet another deaf-blind century
As generations come and go,
so, too, young people
with minds of their own, less inclined
to be brow-beaten,
even during their formative years,
by agenda and/or dogma
as would capture a free mind-body-spirit
with such ideas as may suppress a native empathy
with a sense of common humanity...
Each to their own sense of right
and wrong, no matter
from where, how or even whom it comes,
entitled not to budge,
but not so as to judge others by standards
adapted to suit themselves,
however well-intentioned they may be
to save humanity from plots by 'persons unknown'
devised to deny it any hope of salvation
Ah, but may our own perspectives on personal space,
yet define its You-Me-Us, by God’s grace
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2022
[Note: This poem also appears on my general poetry blog (yesterday) given that feedback suggests more readers dip into both blogs these days; not so easy though for anyone using a shared computer who may have reason to suspect an unfavourable reaction from any fellow users less than sympathetic to the LGBT ethos.] RT
