we are here but wish to be elsewhere
not in space but in orientation
as presence self-aware
vibrant in the void of cessation
what we seek is in timeless time received
though intent takes time to crystallise
so with wayward ego aggrieved
we resist magnetism that seeks to rise
we wished to know the truth so were shown
eternal light beyond space and time
but one with oneness we are alone
whilst on earth we dance to bliss beat’s chime
the flavour of our muse we ourselves choose
but descent does involve separation
so oh hermit let love ooze
that each breath intake is a celebration
Memory recalls epiphanies gone by,
which although are but signposts along the way,
the fact that they’ve appeared, we cannot deny,
interfering with heart’s spontaneous play,
which would if it could, let bygone moments die,
so instead of holding such thought forms at bay,
we embrace and release each impulse received,
no attainments sought, no cause to be aggrieved.
Hamlet developed in stillness, stillness torn by warfare,
Warfare ricochets through jungles, jungles drop their brilliance,
Brilliance once lit the skies, skies now propagate blur,
Blur cries hangout the basin, basin bewails inside.
Inside the aggrieved acreage, acreage naked of its emerald,
Emerald fields turned to debris, debris wound the prospect,
Prospect of broken streams, streams dry and bare,
Bare mounts stand as spectators, spectators of desolation.
Desolation mists the firmament, firmament once peaceful and azure,
Azure dreams now are devastated, devastated hopes fictitious,
Fictitious peace feels gone, gone by the fire,
Fire of unending animosity, animosity leaves its tag.
Tag engraved in regret, regret pigments the terrain,
Terrain longs for rebirth, rebirth seeks renaissance,
Renaissance of mild restoration, restoration calls for nimble,
Nimble shall patch the village, village recovers its picture.
Poem by Mugisho N. T
The Will to War.
We are living in a difficult time for European leaders
They are preparing us for a war that will go on forever
beneficial for the manufacturing industry
They don't want a real war, but need psychoses
of war and steal our democracy
people in the Nordic countries are asked to buy
food to reserve at home should a crisis occur
What are they talking about? Most of us live from
paycheck to paycheck
Furthermore, we are asked to zeal our homes
And stock up on ion tablets, do they think that
Everybody lives in a suburb, and most of us have
flats, often cramped, in big cities
Our right to speak our minds is undermined by
those who are social democrats in name
There was a time in the sixties and seventies
when democracy in the north was vibrant and
alive, although you could freely shout
without being censored, but we could open
a business or settle somewhere else without
Should you feel aggrieved, the X will listen
If you disagree with your missives
Sometimes, it is in the most difficult times
That the strongest leaders are born.
Not by chance. But crisis,
Vision, and transformation.
Look at the life Moses in Egypt,
He was born out of circumstances.
Out from the Jews united aggrieved prayers
In Egypt Pharaoh's wanton slavery of the Jews.
Look at the life in a beehive without a Queen.
The ordinary workers produce an ordinary egg
Specially cared, nurtured, and fed with special food,
To make the egg grows into insurmountable changes
In physical aspect double or triple in size.
If she manage the beehive well will be given all the privileges
To produce more eggs for the beehive and to survive the colony.
She doesn't work, she only command and supervise.
She is ordinary turn extraordinary leader in the beehive.
It's like the fate of a nation when crisis arises
The people will unite, select a leader of the group to lead,
Support, extol and proclaim by virtue of people's initiative
Become their true leader to lead the country into prosperity they long for.
Words spoken in haste can’t be retrieved,
so damage they’ve done can’t be relieved.
Words that upset,
you now regret,
And apologies don’t help those aggrieved
No need to ruin rainforest
It can be done in the desert
By planting trees or palm trees
To avert desertification
I see africa is turning green
I see Gobi Desert is getting green
How God has given man a chance
To rectify our forefathers aggrieved
Nature affluence and reaping poorly
Singapore rose to economic guru
Did not forget greening its cities
Environment is love by Environmentalist
Nature is worshipped by gods
Man is human who keep his surroundings safe
Love begets love when we take care of nature.
Get It Right
Miracle Man
4/18/2024
After the final chapter of life is written,
Many will judge us better,
or worse than perhaps we were.
To those that we may have aggrieved
there will be a time of forgiveness maybe.
To others, a time to feel relieved.
Time spent self forgiving is not enough,
We must repent for our shortcomings in life.
Then we’ll know that all is right, and God is pleased.
But ultimately, on that day, the judge we face,
will be one who makes only just and righteous decisions.
Judgment Day affords no pardons or paroles.
Revelation 20:12. KJV
“And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged.
The emptying was torture
Like a queen bee on the back porch
Easy to avoid, ignore
No need to go out those french doors
Another route to necessity
Eliminating the need of more
...then came the scrapping
You showed me the epidermis
Of my well
I was certain my water was sweet
Til I saw it
Shock shook the core of my soul
Then you went deeper
You broke the foundation
Of my cistern...broken pottery
Strewn on the open ground
The wide open ground
My eyes caught a shadow
A shape of doubt melded
With elements of matter
Grief, pressurized grief
Made a form
Walking under my well of HOPE
Breathing sorrow upon vision
Whispering...I'm aggrieved
...........does anyone care
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-28-2024
Kiddies, I'm sorry to say that Santa may be visiting you late this year,
As he struggles to circle the Earth spreading his delightful cheer!
Santa had to retire Rudoloph and his friends leaving them much aggrieved,
And long-suffering Mrs Claus is in a snit and left sorely peeved!
It may be New Years Day before he arrives, but he'll visit you eventually,
So place a snack of cookies and milk or salami and cheese 'neath the tree!
That old grinch in the White House decreed that dear old Santa's sleigh,
Henceforth, must be battery powered, to be effective on this Christmas Day!
Alas, Santa must land every 350 miles or so, the battery to refresh!
(Hopefully, he can do this in such unlikely places as Bangladesh)!
No longer will you hear reindeer hooves dancing on your roof in the snow!
But be patient, little ones; Santa will greet you soon with a cheery ho-ho-ho!
AMERICA, THE CENTER DID NOT HOLD
The center, woe the center
Are we surprised it did not hold
Not even in America
And if the truth be told
When the two twin towers toppled
We were stunned aggrieved and hurt
Long gone the days of minute men
No one to sound a swift alert
With eyes wide open still so blind
We failed to recognize
How much 'covid' would reek havoc
Right before our very eyes
Relentless in its progress
Devastating all it touched
No army couldn't stop it
Even if one bothered much
Still we dallied on so docile
Till an enemy within
Ripped and ravaged through the White house
Bent on murder and revenge
Men compliant and acceptant
Eyes fixed on money, power, fame
No thought for country, without conscious
Doubly dying, soil their name.
-Reta Pruitt
PS (There still are 'men with souls so dead')
-from 'THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY'
These bastards styling as men’s movers
From their short trips expect universe;
Traveler to pay for bag in booth
Or get ready to lose his front tooth…
I’m the sorely aggrieved passenger
Usefully turned God’s messenger.
You don’t passenger try to clean through;
Your cheap hapless lies make out as true,
Voices sounding like owners might die,
If they should be asked a probing “why?”
Now, I see a business of necks squeezed,
Until moisture drops, no pressure eased…
A once-good driver turns a dummy
From grabbed money bulging his tummy;
Sure-to-invite tears obesity
That shortens dear life without pity…
“Traveler not the same as his load,”
Say Nigerian drivers on the road…”
A dear heart aggrieved may find it hard to offer reprieve
until the heart that yearns for such mercy sinks to the grave.
The heart consumed by hate
may mourn hard but it's already too late.
February 28, 2023
The smiling assassin does twist and plot
and I can see his Sword of Damocles,
for blind to wept plaintive cries I am not
nor blind to the conquest of vanities.
Aggrieved beats an inconsolable heart
betrayed by the Big Peacock born to strut -
not whole but divided in fractured part
by Zorba and Candy with tongues that cut.
Methinks the time has come to call a bluff -
to visit on Ellysian a Greek end
and let the dogs of Sparta huff and puff
in that way which conspirators defend.
Beware the pimp behind the Grecian mask
and the whore of his bidding he does task.
Written: November 2006
Descending into madness, drop by drop,
The senses dulled till mindless, naught perceived.
A subtle slide that ne’er rests ‘gainst a stop,
Till bottoming, the soul is much aggrieved.
No purchase then, when fingers claw the wall,
Attempting to escape the self-induced,
And were to gain a step, would surely fall,
Returning to his vomit, still seduced.
Contrite, one might assume a posture prone,
Not rage, with shaking fist against the sky.
To plead, to beg, be at a mercy thrown,
Resigned at last, not proud, with head held high.
The more remarkable, on face of it:
A hand lent down, redeeming from the pit.
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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 06/15/2022
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