Martin "Monk" Enticknap
All Poetry, Prose & Art (C)2003 Martin Enticknap Estate, All Rights Reserved

biography

1963 - 2003

Father of Cassie, Author of the enchanting novel Exodus; The Dolph/in Saga. International Poet and Author of Arc of the Ancients and other Poetry - his published poetry collection. Also, computer graphic artist and book jacket illustrator. Even though the severe pain he endured may have slowed his output during the past year his spirit remained as strong as ever and for him poetry was still soul music which allows you to hear the heart of humanity, the great song from which we all can learn so much.

Martin’s poems have also been widely published internationally on the Dome and other internet sites and also in various anthologies including the Anthologies of World Poetry published by Cyberwit in India. Martin has written poetry since his teens along with stories and thought provoking articles.

Martin cared deeply for the environment and had a special empathy for dolphins and whales This empathy shines through Exodus The Dolph/in Saga. In the past he swam in the sea in all weathers around the year and loved to swim with seals from one of the seal colonies that share his island. His other interests included computers, reading, science fiction/fantasy, music, history, walking and camping.

Martin was a unique and very special 'old soul' full of wisdom and compassion with great generosity and honesty of spirit. He was a very warm, gentle, caring, kind and loving man with a great sense of humour that did not diminish even when enduring great pain. He adored Cassie and as she would say he was "The Bestest Daddy in the World". He was very proud of Cassie and they brought each other much joy. His incandescent Spirit lit a flame in my heart which will continue to burn across the eons of time and space. During our years together we have woven a rich and colourful tapestry of wonderful precious memories that Cassie and I will always cherish in our hearts and souls.

A truly spiritual being, he has worked hard all his adult life for Gaia and humanity on all levels in unseen ways with no desire for recognition or thanks. We are very proud of him for his many achievements on all levels and only those of us closest to him know just how much he gave of himself and the sacrifices he made in the cause of humanity. An extraordinary man - the world will not see his like again.

The following lines from Miracle in the Darkness say much about Martin’s ethos;-


Time to choose a different way and make a true
Miracle from the light that is the hope,
That lies waiting to be upheld.

To unite in humanity, to unite in diversity,
To unite our hopes and fears in peace.

The same indomitable spirit which helped him rise above the painful experiences of his childhood has enabled him to face the pain and suffering he has endured this past year with incredible courage. But though the Best and Brightest of Lights was extinguished when he died the Eternal Flame of his Spirit lives on and burns ever more brightly. A shining example to us all. His heart may have stopped beating but he had the biggest and warmest of hearts.

The eyes are the mirror of the soul and the warmth and wisdom of his spirit certainly shone through his eyes as it does through his poems. Martin’s thought provoking and inspirational poems are from the soul and they rarely fail to touch the spirit deeply.

When one reads his poems one should listen to their harmonies and their wisdom with your spirit. Sometimes you’ll find your perceptions challenged, sometimes you’ll feel inspired, sometimes you’ll be enchanted, sometimes you’ll be uplifted, sometimes you’ll feel the wisdom, sometimes you’ll share a precious moment, sometimes you’ll feel spiritual, sometimes you’ll be moved to tears and sometimes you’ll laugh but you’ll not remain untouched.

The Arc of the Ancients collection of poems that includes the Prologue to Arc of the Ancients Series, Arc of the Ancients - Invocation of the Paradigm, a Series and Epilogue to Arc of the Ancients followed by The 911 Aftermath Poems show a true understanding of life and humanity in all its diversity and complexities. They show what has been, what is and what could be. The work of a Visionary. The wider issues confronting humanity on its spiritual journey are confronted in the Arc of the Ancients but really I can’t put it better than to use Martin’s own words from the final two verses of Quantum Redux i.e.


The heritage of the Arc of the Ancients is a warning,
A gift and a reminder that each step you take,
Touches the world once gross and subtle,
Each an invocation of the paradigm,
In the eternal journey of the soul.

A revolution is occurring,
You may not see it but you will feel it,
When the fivefold pattern is born in your heart,
Lighting your mind to the possibilities of your soul,
A reflection on eternity - the face of the Quantum Redux…

Although I hope my words have captured some of Martin’s essence here I feel that the only way to know more of him will be for you to read his two books.

And finally I must let Martin have the last word on why we die. … "You have to realize that the reason why you die is that your life is your creative act and thus when you have finished, only moment in perspective of time you have to leave for there are other flowers waiting for you to kiss. So you have a moment to kiss the flower so kiss it well! If you do it with a lot of love and care you’ll make lovely flowers bloom next year. That’s your gift , your act in the Garden of Eden."

Alpha-Omega-Alpha

With all my love always, Amethyst






WHEN THEY ASK…"
for Cassie

When they ask what I liked best,
I will say it was you.
A memory perfect in every way,
Is the reflection you gave that said I was ok.
 
It's not just about being a father,
But being able to share the boy that never knew.
To know that being a table or a chair,
Or a creature from another world was ok to share.
 
Know my daughter that I will be here,
In whatever form you care to envision.
Like the same heart that knows the power of flight,
In the laughter of the sun's rays we have this delight.
 
When the time comes for tears remember,
That in each drop is your daddy's funny face.
That daft smile and mad crazy laugh,
Was only born because you understand about giraffes.
 
If you ever get lonely at least in one eye,
You'll see me wink with a twinkle and a smile.
Your life is an adventure that is open and full,
Cherish all the love that is open and true.
 
This poem like me may not have perfect rhythm,
But then what do you expect big fluffy kittens?
It may not always rhyme with time or lime,
But this is your daddy you know that chimes.
 
All you need to know is that I love you,
No matter where I end up because of a crazy heart beat.
You'll see me in all the pictures inside your head,
Whispering in your ear about the monkeys under the bed!

Martin A Enticknap


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I DREAM A DREAM OF YOU

You know how the heart some times doesn't speak in the words you know,
In the end of this time forever searching I saw the truth beyond rainbows.
In the sky above in the sunshine of your hope for me,
You look at me and I know that your love is more than play doe.
 
You gave me more than I could ever dream,
In the smile that our daughter gives to me in the stretch of her arms.
For all the days that have made the magic that life can only dream,
Because my beloved you your heart was more than a healing balm.
 
There is a river that sounds your name more than starlight in the morning,
Every heart chases the love that you know enough for angels to fly.
I was only just a boy seeking you because the colour cried your name,
With my footsteps I challenged the heavens so don't mourn for me.
 
I surrender my soul to the kisses that you are in the corona of a star,
No matter how unworthy I felt you saw me as the knight to banish the darkness.
On that day are more than a thousand dreams as you held true and so you rescued me,
Do you understand that even as I saved you a world was reborn in my heart.
 
You know my true name that is hidden from the world of grey,
Because no matter how many tears we share there is hope in a moment.
There is no being who can know the walls that were broken to give life to a new day,
In your heart I dwelt so you can know that your soul sings to me.
 
A million days draw to the closing sunset but what a life you gave to me,
I was always the beat of your heart even when I didn't always see.
There can never be a day that was sorrow because when you close your eyes,
You will see and I will always be with you as in the beat of your heart.
 
Forgive me if I was ever less than the painting you saw in the dream,
Because in the end the wind may blow cold but I was the face at the window.
You may shatter the days we made but know that in your grief,
I did kiss you more than can be found as I know I dream a dream of you.
 
 
With love
Thursday, 10 July 2003 © Copyright  Martin A Enticknap


	This one was Monk's final poem ,
	written for me. It has given me much comfort.
	Amethyst

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