Best Origins Poems
ORIGINS
Winter’s shroud
Urges meditation
Adornment so scant only
Heaven’s light to cheer the lonely
In springtime though
Peeping buds awaken
Tiny origins thrust
Ease one’s contemplation
Tulips germinate
Sans nature’s later flow
And mind’s eye gravitates
To roiling roots below
Spring’s full blown riot
Must pose eyeful question
But a moment chime perhaps
Soul’s true direction
Is such splendid array
A vein traveling invitation
To some hidden house
Of God’s creation?
Alas belittling mortal speculation
Winter’s origin winter’s shroud –
She sleeps sleeps as needed
By all of nature’s crowd
Dave Austin
Her great-grandfather was an Irish lad
with bright red hair. He went to Timbuktu
and met a Muslim, black and beautiful.
Their oldest daughter wed a fair-skinned Jew!
They had a son who wed an Asian girl
with French and Tongan blood, but nobody
can believe the beauty of THEIR daughter -
a stunning product of diversity!
Written 4/23/2016 For the Beauty and Diversity Poetry Contest of PD
Long ago, a girl and boy met walking through a pumpkin field.
She laughed and ran, he dared to chase, and neither ever paused to yield.
The boy was rich, and she was poor - for this they did not care.
For what was fortune or the lack, when playtime be your fare?
The year ran out and came again, and pumpkins grew once more.
The boy and girl would meet and laugh and tell of local lore.
Year on year the two would meet until they both grew tall.
And one good year he stole kiss, sometime late in fall.
“Marry me,” he said to her and her response was “yes.”
She laughed and sang and didn’t mind she had nothing for a dress.
The boy, once home was sat straight down and sternly told to choose.
The girl he loved would ne’er be his, else his fortune he would lose.
The proposition made him think, perhaps he had been wrong,
And in the pumpkin field again, he made her wait so long.
The girl, she had no gold or jewels – only love and faith,
So, nothing mattered quite as much as that one handsome face.
He kissed her long and then again, his passion cruel and bold,
He told her then she’d ne’er be his - and left her in the cold.
The next day dawned, the farmer farmed, and all seemed as before,
Until he stumbled on some cloth and recognized the frozen form.
Tears had hardened where they’d fallen, down her pretty cheeks,
And her lovely lips so still and blue, never more would speak.
The farmers anger grew and glistened, though he knew quite well,
There’d be no justice for the girl, in this calloused dell.
He took the pumpkin she had clutched and carved in it a look,
A hellish laugh condemned the boy for the life he took.
The boy, he saw the farmers gourd, and fear did strike his heart.
He ran so fast he tripped at last and down a cliff he did depart.
And every year that has gone by the villagers remember,
And put their pumpkins at the door, within each gourd an ember.
It flickers so, that every soul would know that good comes not
To those that pray upon their lessers – comes only spoil and rot.
Scented smoke from sandalwood upwards rose
As the venerable sage in yogic pose
Chanted arcane, esoteric Vedic prose.
The Sylvan glade with marigold and rose,
Where the doe with its deer fearlessly goes,
For its tranquility the Rishi chose.
The ancient mantras of mysterious force
Stirred up the Asuras, put them in throes,
Invoked the Deva, who blessings bestows.
The demons destroyed, there were no further woes,
The sage sat in peace his sagas to compose.
Born thus were amanuenses of Epics, I suppose.
~ 10 May 2016 ~
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
One day the son said to God,
“Humans need a laugh squad.”
“Say what son?”
“You mean fun?”
“Wouldn’t that seem a bit odd?”
“No Dad, I think it’d be cool,”
“Maybe even laughter in school!”
He’s sounding coy,
the silly boy,
thought God, Am I a sour old fool?
Then he remembered the rip
in poor Job’s small ill-fated ship
The sound, like split britches
had them laughing in stitches.
Thought God, “When did my humor get stripped?
God pondered and stroked his long beard.
Cherubs and seraphims peered,
though mystified,
they deified.
Downstairs, the outcast one sneered.
“Tell you what son, let’s give ‘em politics.”
“It’s way more fun than sinking small ships.”
So the laughing squads
(two teams at odds),
were loosed on the masses with tricks.
Which, coincidently, was fine
with the one who’d crossed the line,
Beelzebub,
became the hub
for political slime in prime time.
Fire – Of Ancient Origins
Anthropological dawning’s
Cave walls with lit magic drawings
Of firestorms
Sacred mystical deity
Cavemen prayed with fidelity
For firelights
Their children delighted and grew
History ignited the fuse
On fireworks
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 11/19/14 for - Fire, Earth, Wind, - Poetry Contest
(Theme is – Fire)
Gikuyu the father of the peoples
Came down from the heavens
Accompanied by a spirit - Nyaga
They came to this realm earth..
The soul Gikuyu and the spirit..
Journeyed from the land of light..
Touching down on the sacred mountain
Kerenyaga - they surveyed the land.. Bururi
It was home to beautiful ridges and valleys
Spoke the spirit Nyaga.. Son this is all yours
Tend the soil its your inheritance..
Surprised for the spirit had been silent..
Silent from the beginning of the journey
Only issuing telepathic communication
Gikuyu turned to where the spirit stood
Now stood the heartbeast - Ostrich
Then the Supreme deity - Mwene nyaga
Addressed gikuyu thus.. Man master the land
The land will offer you life and possessions
From today you are a mortal your immortality
Nonetheless rest in your soul... in your blood
I have bestowed dominion over all..
Whenever you or your descendants are in need
They shall come to the sacred mountain and offer
A sacrifice to the supreme creator Ngai Murungu
You and the spirit Nyaga owe obeyance to Ngai...
The seers in their wisdom say life came from
Water, Earth, Air, Fire and a foreign element
They use the symbol of the ostrich.. Esoteric
They say life- muoyo.. came with Nyaga.. Ostrich
code 254
LKN
Thoome wairegi
King's Counsel
It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique
It began at Keystone Camp in Brevard
Where children were so delighted
To discover the wonders endeavored
By those creative minds, so excited
It was like a sort of storybook dream
Reflections of joy inspired by the heat
Christmas in July was the big theme
Stockings for Santa made it all complete
It felt like a joy beyond all belief
Hearts were adoring all the festivities
The spirit of Christmas was such a relief
From the regular camping activities!
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used: Rhymezone to check rhymes
Dated: July 11, 2022
Article in Southern Living about Christmas in July beginnings
ORIGINS
I
It began in the dank basement of the Thallasic column
steeped in abyssal brine of a thousand supernovae
so much alchemic sludge churned up, expelled by the co-tidal vice into the epeiric sea
A million points of organic flotsam and jetsam; Indra’s vast net billowing, swollen and bloated by myriad regurgitating fountains, shattered vents, open ocean scars
from which inky bathyl streamers wave to and fro
a trillion interactions, a revolution every second
The colossus flexes, stirs.
II
The inland sea carved a path awash with silt and sand-grain memories of a thousand shores
the alluvium mire replete with vagabond deposits
buoyant and bobbing
ethereal strands of angel hair wafting through the abyss
nerves and sinews and veins
myriad natant snowflakes tripping atop organic ooze
vast web spanning to the lapping fetch on clay-layered littoral ledges.
III
The swirling brew, rain-pummeled and vent-swollen
dividing, sub-dividing, swept by bitter sea brine
its mind’s eye under a thick film squints open.
---Life was not wrought in the witch’s cauldron---
---The Cauldron itself came to life---
The Universe awoke from its eternal slumber, and Thalassa stirred
rocked and bathed in a vast organic web, star lit and floating in a Nebula of Dreams
IV
Information-gathering units
each body a corpus of datum
splitting, spinning, joining, fusing
probing, flattening, bloating, separating
spawning countless non-appendage heralds
crawling, flying, walking, swimming, floating
WE ARE THE MANY IN THE ONE
WE ARE THE ONE OF THE MANY
WE ARE THALASSA
Picture this world a few thousand years ago
A natural landscape nothing else on show
But look around you now what do you find
Planes, boats, cars, and things of every kind.
Computers, machines, and rockets into space
All put together by the clever human race
Skyscrapers' so tall that reach for the sky
Built from materials that you can easily buy.
But have you ever wondered how this is so ?
Maybe you just accept it or don't really know
But all we once had were green hills and trees
High mountains, giant lakes, rocks, and seas.
There are still many things waiting to be found
In the rainforest fauna or rocks in the ground
Cures for every illness and longer you'll live
Earth is very generous and gifts she wlll give.
We all want some answers, well have no fear
The answers that you seek are already here
Sooner or later some very clever scientist
Will find the answer and tick it off their list.
Electricity and fire, great powers of nature
That power man harnessed to make life easier
But man has got greedy and doesn't really care
Making big profits and at a price he will share.
We have so much now everything at our feet
Yet many in the world have nothing to eat
Some countries on earth have wealth so vast
While many on this planet still live in the past.
Written 27th November 2018
Further down passed my own chilling past
I stumbled upon man in a Neanderthal mask
When I wandered so much like an outcast
I wondered what had been his place in the world so vast
The archaeologist measured his cranial capacity
To quantify his level of humanity above his brow
Questioned his intellectual capacity based on his tool making abilities
For what could a caveman possibly have known
This man was gone for more than thirty thousand years
Forgotten by history in a shallow icy grave lying supine
And his extinction mirrored some of my own fears
For he was family, a member of *****Sapiens
I forecast my own humanity ten thousand years from now
Their origins and if the future is as blick as they say
For all of history, it would seem, we were separate somehow
And when we eventually reconnected, we had moved too far astray
Thabang Jan Ngoma
04-08-2015
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name: In The Library
I
My first wife of 30 years married me
Gave me gifts of children, virginity ...
Not in that order ( ha ha, hee- her)
II
As a Christian my body obeyed
The rules of marriage, I prayed
I would not cheat, abuse, or hate
But my mind did cheat: FORGIVE ME
III
I learned as much about orga@m
To please my two (married) women
Not that; I married two (serial monogamy)
IV
On mother's day, I declare: let women lead
Our grandmother's may have never bled
Orgasmically. Because husbands are on top
Quite apart from Mo McGreaveys education
On word origins: cow C*NT is not all negation
With my good Hindu Ma, wonderful wives
Let men know your fantasies. End Sacrifice!
Whence doth that mighty river flow
from misty heights of pristine snow
genesis of streams
Indeed the heavens always know
to bestow seasons, hence summer's glow.
a divine dream
“Look into the corners of forgotten places
the meek await their turn, inheritance, the horizon moves closer
recognize there are battles you have already won…
Whose hands compose humanities script, allow us all toseeyour thoughts
their misinterpreted meaning washes the victims away
the walls record the hunt
marvel at the imagery ancient galleries now oceans apart before language
actions spoke, observe the storms, lightning ignites a fire should we put it out
our need for village ingenuity, numbers protect the tribe
the weak are death’s fuel bullies are the strong warriors born
to conquer is to survive to enslave universal
innovation has taught us to escape the world we create
the needy starve as the greedy feast human collateral used in bargaining for peace
build towards the prosperity of all future dead
sacrifice the reasons we work as the job never leaves our reach
smartphones in hand social media slavery we are at your command
truth is a memory kept in secret and never said
a treaty written brought to life
conditions of surrender so peace have a place
end the next battle stopsa war
words of weakness to guarantee more
Truth of Time