i cannot count enough stars
to tell how many shine in your eyes
nor can i gather into one
the brilliance of the sun
that your warmth brings
though the sun and stars pass
beyond and beyond
all things that last
i'll meet you in that discovery
Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.
In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.
One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle.
The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.
As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.
Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.
He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.
As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.
As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth.
When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.
Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.
After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.
The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.
He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.
The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.
written 7th May 2013
Time for a nap
said the cat
Time to play
said the puppy, his tail waved
Time for class
did you hear the bell teacher asked
Time for tea, called mum
why, your're always last young son!
Time for bed, dad called
all went quiet down the hall
Brush your teeth, yelled mum
finally, tucked in tight
All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight
When every soul is getting older
And the trees are no longer green
When the wind is getting warmer
Not as cool as it has been
Is this earth changing?
I love planet earth like a home
I dreamt of it comfortable so we can live safely and happy
Maybe all we need to do is to set our minds
For what God has been given to us
Wrapped by this enormous roof called the blue sky
And instead of getting scared in the dark
God presented us with millions of crystal bulbs called the stars
The trees are our blankets
They absorbed each raindrop to keep us away from being cold
Protected us from the sun to keep us warm
Providing us with food and beauty
What made you doubt?
That all things are blessed from heaven and yet we desert it
Sometimes I think that the old ways kept us on the right path
But the politic of currency has made us greed
It’s always about staying alive
Surviving ourselves from this malicious world
We all being brain washed by the wrong education
And being raised by the misled tradition
What I used to know an old myth was told to me
They said that our old ancestors used to respect the nature
For what it has been given to all the living things
Having a spiritual communication with the sound of the wind
No one wonders it could keep the balance of the earth
It’s still a long way to live in this earth so keep the balance
What made us changed?
What made us turned into some uncontrollable beings?
Many days we never notice that the earth is changing
We are too busy to build our own kingdom
While in afar, way from the place you are living
Some places have changed, some trees have gone, and some ices have melted
Why the winter is late this season?
Why the sun shines too bright, it hurts when it touches our skins?
If in my place, I feel so hot and dry
Imagine the children who are living in other part of the world
Living in hunger and in pain
Where maybe five years ago the country is burning by the sun
Imagine it now, how heat is the place
We’ve ruin the balance
In the old days, cutting trees is like cutting a soul
So our ancestors realized that there are boundaries
It’s the balance we have to keep
Because this earth is our home
And for the next generations, this earth is their home too.
look at the color of the green on the trees;
look how it move and dancing following the wind
feel how this hair of the earth comfort us from heat
and keep them within us, forever.
because this earth is our home, let it always be
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast
Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self
aching to be seen
Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds
In these home is found
Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage
Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight
Fight for borderless freedom
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold
Those wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.
The calm green waters dolphin rides,
Deep inside when the tide subsides.
Eight pals and two sailors sailed on
On a boat with the rent haggled upon.
Two and a half miles have gone,
Into the waters we sail on,
Squealing and giggling in delight,
Adrenalin pumped up and over excite.
The motor the sailor cuts off,
Over and over with a bit of scoff,
The dolphins they say swim and are gone
By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone.
Waves they splash frothy sprays
On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays,
Shrills cries of joy erupt,
From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt.
The wet bath suits and sun tans,
Some with hand held beer cans,
Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea
Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he.
The sailor maneuvers you to the place
Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace,
The sight of these magnificent mammals,
Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel.
The thrill so great just to watch,
These mammals is just top notch
This pod of dolphins swim away,
We watch through misty sea sprays.
Salty breeze seep in our hair,
Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare,
The dull sounds of engine power,
The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)
Of our space radius
A constant, its incandescence
Divinely bestowed force
That burst across the Universe
In all things and beings
Magnified by the force of love
A huge cocoon
Of warmth like a greenhouse
That gave birth to our planet earth
That will never object
To the release of its light beams
Copyright © 02.07.10
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
Beyond The Shades of Color
The sun goes down today
Leaving a pillow of darkness along its way
Are we still able to see the light from the day?
Or has darkness become shadows mimicking the light that gave way?
Are we able to vision the sun that, just moments ago was beaming in our eyes?
As we stand before the darkness that turned into night
Or should we? Instead, do we see them both in disguise?
Do we have the wisdom to know the difference in sight?
That all shades of color are part of equality
Accepting light is to darkness and darkness is to light…
Knowing white is to black and black is to white
Embracing that colors stand no difference
In the equation of equality…
As we live each day
Not letting ignorance get in our way
As we look beyond the shades of color…..
I do not know?
Blue Moon tonight which is very rare
It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years
Will you be watching to see if it peeks through
In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu
Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida
Utah, Alaska a state so fair
How about in the United Kingdom
Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where
It may shine on ice and snow
Or rain reflecting streets
Somewhere on the desert plain
Where the sidewinders sleep
Will the clouds part for just
A short time for you and me
So we can see this phenominum
That will be such a treat
I will be watching and hope
For just a peek, if only for a moment..
That would be so neat
My day will be filled with excitement
As I watch and wait
This could be the night
That I might stay up late
Sit out on the porch in the cold
Hoping to share with you
A night of anticipation
Of a moon that is blue
Will it cast a shadow
On my gray gray hair
Or hide all the wrinkles
That shows my character
So that youth is reflected
On this night so fair
On this night so rare
On this night to share
On this night be there
(Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon
will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a
point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise
particularly high. Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we
do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man. Last blue moon on New Years Eve was
l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term
came into being but I will let you look it up.)
when the sun has risen
and the sky turns white or blue
it keeps its lies withheld,
but as the moon rises
and the sun sets
its lies are told
it speaks about
its lying sun, and how
it itself is lying
it tells how only truth
comes from the flowers
that bloom with the day
and flowers that bloom
in the night
it cries when it
sets for it is not done
telling the truth
and as the sun rises
the lies begin again.