Best Frictions Poems
The forest floor stretches drum tight, bound by verdant slopes, a timpani of sound.
First greeters of rain’s onslaught, leaves trill joy, form larger drops, a deeper sound
While tires rumble freeways flowing through suburban sprawl like spring flashflood
That envelopes older, gravely rich, established enclave’s tombstones. Gurgles sound
That rival reverberations of a symphony hall, canyon walls full of a halcyon praise.
Nature mutes personal pain, music of motion scoring modern hallelujahs in sound,
Though rainbows, ocean tides, and tidal frictions in lunar crust, also have a voice.
These vibrations only felt by enraptured souls, that are so unlike an infant’s sound,
Season earth with salty song. As mans’ voice rises into space, a lullaby harmonizes,
To any God with ears to hear, a strong echo, “It is good!” our praise colored sound!
Brian Johnston
April 25, 2015
Poet’s Notes:
A Ghazal is a poem of 5-8 couplets with one repeating word (at the end of each stanza) and a hidden reference to my name in the last stanza. This poem has two Easter Eggs as I call them, inside of it, my name and a bit of personal information. Can you find it?
PS: You may not believe me but I swear that there are real sounds associated with both rainbows and tides in case you wondered. They are just beyond our human hearing range in frequency and also very weak.
Kindness is rain
that waters dry plants
kindness is oil
that removes life’s frictions
kindness is gold
that adds value to an alloy
kindness is butter
that makes dry bread a delicacy
kindness is white cloth
that wipes tears of the tortured
" Human Campfire Legacy ... "
( Gen. 2: 4 / Gen. 3: 24 / Ex. 13: 21 )
( Ex. 3: 2 / Rev. 22: 5, 6 )
All & Every Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around Campfires
Telling Stories of Dreams & Dramas of Life
(Tho' Some of Them Have Been Liars) ...
... Gathered Around Great Campfires
At The End of Sunlit Days
Gathered Close, Around Warm Campfires
To Hear What Storytellers Had To Say ...
... of Fantasy Or Forecasts Around The Flames
Feeling Protected By It Bonfire-Blaze
Or Gazing At Each Familiar, Glowing Face
... Gathered Around A Family's Fireplace
Such Was This Ancient Entertainment
Throughout Time & Tongues of Tribes
Telling Histories, Heritage, Legends, Myths & Fables
In Oratories of Bards & Scribes ...
" I Saw Four Men Living Out On The Street
Gathered Around A Big, Smoking Fire-Barrel
Their Hands Outstretched To Its Flames
To Ward Off The World's Ice-Age-Peril ...
One Was Gesturing & Speaking To The Others
And They Began To Uproariously Laugh ...
It Was Then, That I Saw A Glimpse of
How Mankind 'Sticks To' Campfires-Past " ...
... Gathered Around A Flickering Campfire
See, There Is Nothing New Under The Sun
And When Earth's Great Star, Staircases-Down
Man, Still Gathers 'Round Fires' Heated-Fun ...
So If You Find Yourself At A Campsite
Indulging In Its Ritual Tradition
of Looking & Listening To Campfire Tales
Or Gathered 'Round A Television ...
... It's A Long-Time-Honored, Human Custom
To Gather Around Warm Campfires
From Tents To Huts - To Applianced-Homes
Or In Palaces of Great Empires ...
The Civilizations of The Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around Campfires
Telling-Visions of Dreams & Dramas of Life
In High-Def ... 3-D, Wire-Pyres ...
In Conflagrations & Rubbed Frictions of Man
Gathered & Chronicled Thru Sparks of Campfires
Some Became Skilled At Fairytales & Folklore
& Yes, Some Were Just Branded - Burnt Liars)
( Rom. 3: 4 / 1 Tim. 4: 1, 7 )
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/20/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
In this world controlled by the clock
we know nothing else but time
ever since birth knowing this in life
whether a watch or wall clock to chime
All of life whether school or in work
the alarm keeps us on one's toes
start and finish at the right time
never changes wherever one goes
That's where holidays are so good
you can run from time's restrictions
that life throws around your neck
having opportunity to flee life's frictions
Personally now that I'm retired
really appreciate living life so free
do whatever I like mostly timeless
looking at what I like all to see
Giving you time to relax so calm
enjoying life and do what you do
but time has it's purpose even good
look on in life give time it's proper cue
HEAVENLY UNION
I know you will not believe me-but-it is like I knew you before
From the day of our communion there was this eternal connection
This is indescribable; it’s like reviewing history of our union that was heavenly made
Our yesterday colliding with our present, like re-watching the great scores of past match
My love, my angel, my hero – my conscious is falling to comprehend this mystery
Our love, loving each other beyond our cognitive - your love is my daily bread
Loving you as Christ loves the church is my daily cross of joy and peace
Our love is greater than that of Romeo and Juliet-Hilarious
I vowed that I will never leave you or forsake you-whether high or low, dark or light
I will chain myself into HIM Christ so I remain relevant to agape-unconditional love
Yet I do not lose the sight that our cravings may derail us once in a while-yet vows remain
Not subjected to yearnings-Our Agape and union is perfect despite of our imperfection
Wow! Our history will never vanish or diminish because our offspring’s will be custodian of it.
Great scores of our life and union match will be watched for ages to come-Amazing
Loving you as Christ loved the church is my daily bread of joy and peace
Heavenly made, we were one in HIM before our division of earthly conception
We fit so perfectly, bone of my bone-flesh of my flesh, so intimate, you into me
You are my protector, provider, producer, projector and preserver-
And you are counselor, confidant, consoler, corrector, cosmos and cosignatory
We can fly to the moon together and swim the deepest sea together
I can get lost in your love and find my way out in your love
As humans, once in a while we will have frictions
But let us NEVER let the problem to mean more than us-our love, marriage or family
Loving you as Christ loved the church is my daily life-water of joy and peace
Infatuation
Your beauty was a façade
I saw what I wanted and not what I needed
But behold, as I dug deeper I only found
The things that even God might’ve frowned
As smooth as a snake, being slimy and fake
You know what they say
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
And oh! How I found this to be trueness
You say God is your saviour
But your qualities speak of Judas
Sorry, not trying to be rude
I speak not of depictions
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I speak of love, and my suspicions without frictions
Had we all those times on my shoulder
It aches thinking your love was a façade
Just like your prayers to your God
I was sent your way and O! You were quick to thank him
Man who you adored, which you were fond
Too bad your sincerity was untrustworthy and slim
My challenges served me right
The tests of frightening materialistic events
You said money didn’t matter but that wasn’t true
Getting much offended, I mind you
When I refused to pay for what wasn’t mine
O baby why don’t you cry,
Cry a little more about how I’m such a great guy
Pray to your God and thank him for me
The man that was so perfect but wasn’t keen
Keen on what being a man had to mean
bicycle shows ignorance of man
it summarizes man’s limited status
the most inefficient machine made
tires burst as often as possible
spokes break with no warning
frictions are all over the joints
chain breaks and breaks and breaks
very unstable two-wheeled machine
humans have fallen and broken limps
but man still uses the bicycle
as one of best machines invented
and walks with nose in the air!
If winds do not blow
And rivers refuse to flow,
If Moon and Sun close their eyes,
My strength will not wane,
My love for you remains strong,
Which can`t be displaced by flood.
What deep smiles have joined,
Thousand miles can`t separate,
Though distance creates a vacuum,
Thoughts remain the same
And our passion stays intact,
Third party denied entry.
All frictions removed,
From Europe to Africa,
Color failed to divide us,
Sleepless nights will pass,
Comfort hands will soon abound
And we shall be close again.
*Dedicated to all my lovely poetrysoup friends * I say distance cannot separate us.
CONTEST:
Real bliss
A kiss in the chick of a toddler
Bliss of heaven cannot compete brother
Newly born babies are complaining
Why upsurge in village and towns?
Why people barring them even to weep?
They have no demand of separation or region
It is absolute violation of their rights
To be grown up fully in realm of peace
Why why all are hinging demanding bit things?
As if the days of tomorrow will be finishing
All are prone to last journey of death
Do not forget there are lot of common paths
While there are lot of remedy to fulfil demands
Why grown ups are at more frictions?
In stead of plough and oxen in shoulder and hand
Common folks are diverting to bear the guns!
A kiss in the chick of a toddler
Only remedy to bring peace and prosperity brother
Turn towards village don’t follow instigation of others
Mother and children are waiting you’ll bring bread brother.
Forgiveness will almost never erase the hurt
that the deed has inevitably caused.
However, in that hurt is where I realize
who and what we really are...
Humans are not built to supress,
nor to put on a mask, to impress—
to pry and to rage
like a demon in a cage.
Yet humans are not steady rocks—
we are thrashing waves in the storm,
screaming at the top of our lungs to be saved—
to be loved perfectly—
and yet we love indefinitely
in our watery graves.
The hurt is there to wake us up
to the truth,
and to reach for the light
with searching eyes,
kneeling at the final countdown
of overwhelming darkness
onto the soft shores of promising peace.
To forgive, is to remember with love
how to see beyond your human mind,
and touch another soul with the respect
that every life deserves—
to empathize our broken conditions—
to care and mend the frictions.
I do not like what the world has become,
nor will I love every action in this waking life,
but I will never cross the thresholds of hatred.
You will not find me residing there,
biting and chewing on the crimes done,
personalizing every sin into accusation,
and manipulating it into my problem.
I will wait, I will hope, and I will keep forgiving,
until you walk with me or without me
out of this door of uncertainty
and into the light of clarity and fidelity.
10.29-31.19
Dream-Blisters
by Odin Roark
“…Like the glow of star-dispelling lights
rising,
saturating air
from 5th Ave
to Trump Towers,
to the Bronx,
atop the bridges glinting brazen shouts.
“Hurt and pain guised as success,
a purulent throb of discharge,
woulda
coulda
shoulda
now,
like always,
decorative wounds,
cover-ups
flung high over and through,
settling seasonally in Pennsylvania
2nd homes, where farm animals
gaze from fields
at repeated history,
learned celebration,
attainment’s price.
“So it goes.
“Rising,
spreading,
oozing dream-blisters,
festering from forever frictions.
Id and ego,
smooth and calloused,
reduced to screams and laughter.
"Have and have not antecedents
surviving now as virus,
knowing not of antidote,
immunity prevention
long ago ignored for addiction.”
“Why is that Mother?”
“Like the book says, sweetheart…
see here the illustration
barnyard animal-looking humans
all dressed in party finery
wondering what
to do now.”
“Why are they wondering?”
“Mr. Orwell told the story long ago.
Another writer addressed it again
a bit different,
but with the same warning."
“Is that what they’re wondering about…warning?”
“Yes, dear.”
She caresses her daughter’s forehead
“Some things take a long time to learn.”
“But we do learn them…right?”
“Sleep warm, daughter.”
A genuine hero isn't one that's flawless
Arguably not the one garmented with
Absolute forfeits but one who is purely
Accountable in securing relationships
Amiably without trade of another life.
Fantastically feeding through the
Flickering lengths of surfaces
Flawlessly demonstrating, yet exploring the
Fatal ends of the earth
Formulated with his hands.
Firmly confronting unknown demons with
Frictions slipping through the gutters
Flourished and aided by true
Friendship with an unending ink.
Mr. Fantastic.'
Invisibly sewing through the storm
It's amazing how universal laws
Illuminates patterns bearing geniuses.
Intrepidly matched with foxes and foes
Incognito, still dooming through the runs
Inexorable the heiress that jogs through walls
Infallibly without a pause for blockages.
'The Invisible Woman.'
Humbly joining the waves in a path
Haven to show light in reflection of
Hazardous challenges and adventures
Hurtful exposures but the
'Human touch' burns through
Heartily thrives not drowning in power
Havoc stricken but banked on
Hopelessly sticking to what's better than potatoes.
Family!
'The Human Touch.'
The Thing that Grimm's do is
Tactfully take souls to the other world full of
Turbulence but he possesses a crushing strength
Tenaciously draws the souls back to life
Triumphant discoveries without boundaries
Topped against gravity and human deposition
The sailors enemy isn't the dreadful
Tenebrous storms but the ignorance and absence of
Tough likeminds that can generate a tunnel.
'The Thing.'
A fantastic four!
What do you believe and why do you believe it?
Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually.
We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of birth, location and topography determined who we are.
Our differences caused us to war.
Humanity’s social evolution is what we must see, the frictions of difference slowly beginning to fade. Humans being human to each other is how we must go. Humanism beginning to grow. Differences in beliefs can be poison to our cause. My religion is better than your religion is juvenile at best. Wars and mass murders is what we receive when this is how we perceive.
Spirituality is important to the human soul, it nourishes our existence keeps us balanced in so many ways. Would the Great Maker be displeased if our philosophy was to live a spiritual life connected to Gaia respecting who we are and each other; living the golden rule in harmony. Somehow I think not.