A Mid-Summer Cosmic Awareness Cry
The blue sky’s white clouds, once happy, became weary;
Tears flowed slowly down until a blinking loud outburst occurred:-
Following this occurrence, cloud teardrops began to fall faster;
And later, it was like those clouds’ eyes became turned facets:-
After a while, these flowing tears gradually came to a dampening halt;
Light blue sky, white clouds, and a brighter sun, all made their return:-
Wow! On this beautiful summer day, nature canvassed a streaming
Equally as beautiful as were the past days of the revered spring rains.
Such amazing awareness it is, how nature canvases the oneness
Of summer and spring’s allegorical messaging of resurrection.
A FAITH-BASED PERSPECTIVE
OF WAR AND ITS DESTINY
Murder is a crime
Unless it’s in war;
Then it’s all legal:
A death penalty
For the innocent:-
Our reality,
Is not of heaven;
Wars have no angels:
Only its demons;
Scavengers of peace:-
Yet, let’s be of faith,
Laboring in love
God is on our side,
And has canvassed hope:
ARMAGEDDON:-
IN AN AWARENESS CASE OF WAR
Murder is a crime,
Unless it’s in war;
Then it’s all legal:
The death penalty
For the innocent:-
Our reality,
Is not of heaven:-
Wars have no angels;
Only its demons:
Scavengers of peace:-
Oh, let’s be of faith,
Laboring in love;
God is on our side,
And has canvassed hope:
Armageddon:-
In the womb of night
I sit here gazing out
And up at the waxing
Moon reflecting growing
Fulfillment of my faith's
Holy answered prayers:-
What a bright night cosmic
Celestial canvassing
Of reality's coming liberation:
To God be the glory
For the amazing grace overflowing
Into my eyes' sacred cistern
Of heavenly awareness:-
A bright sunny day...
Naked tree branches glowing...
Ground-snow reflecting...
What a deceiving cold day
Juxtaposed nature canvassed!
IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION
Standing in the forested arena
Beneath one of the multiplicities
Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees
Reining in the mutual oneness
Of the equanimity of their being,
My spirituality of mind turned its focus
To thoughts of the Crucifixion, Resurrection,
And indeed, the fulfilled glorious Ascension:-
At that moment, it dawned upon me,
The symbolic role that sage trees
Have played in the lives of humanity–
From crosses to branched stages of lynchings–
As living symbolic reminders of life’s tribulations:-
And at that very serene bell ringing moment,
My mind canvassed a profound awareness:
Today’s sage trees stream to us a message
Of faithful resurrection and renewed healing life
As we observe them sojourning nature's seasons
From summer to fall–to winter–and on to spring:-
N.B.: May your mind be likewise canvassed
And enlighteningly streamed with their
Profound sage treed inspiration.
This is the place of my song dreams
the spot where my soul sings alone
here where my name is Kareem
I have found my lot overthrown
This is the place of my song dreams
a place for poets without memes
Love holds its own inside this heart
here you will find each hue of me
Canvassed in the light, I am Art
and part of God's fine artistry.
Love holds its own inside this heart
canvassed in the light, I am Art
In this parking lot I call life
I have learned without disparage
Been acute like an honest wife
and lived until a ripe old age
In this parking lot I call life
I never focused on the strife
"Memory can be our greatest friend or greatest foe."
~ quote by poet
Laud precious memories when cold nights prevail
those that fan loves' flames as Winter winds wail
for upon those images a lonely heart will set sail
if only in an interlude where grief may not assail
Mourns the heart when memories are bittersweet
Each one a plunging dagger blade of wintry sleet
A mighty foe one cannot banish or cast in defeat
for with each revived attack, pain is wont to repeat
No human can escape the sorrow and abysmal fall
of teardrops when unbidden memories befall us all
There's no antidote to stave off that sudden squall
of sad recollections melancholy minds often recall
But there are melodious moments of dulcet thoughts
in which flows trickling memoires where joy imparts
the rushing through veins until canvassed in hearts
as treasured paintings; unforgettable works de' arts
When a smile, sans apparent reason, plays across lips
and eyes shine as though emerging from an eclipse
there will have been a memory, perhaps in short clips
a prize to relish as the fine wine a connoisseur sips
Life …
changes color
when twilight returns
Darkness
a palette
remixing your doubt
Stars
a backdrop
canvassed with unknowing
Rainbows
left truant
—moon shadows about
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
When oceans adopt calmness
I will sail toward you
Because without you
I am not me
Garden without flowers and shades is me
Day born out of miseries of the night
Making all things apparent
But love is concealed in my heart
and your saying,goodbye
Lips without smile and words are me
Sparrows singing songs out of joy
Creating bliss in chaos
Trees without leaves and twigs are me
Dawn chasing dusk and dusk chasing dawn
Building time anew
Clouds without rain,thunder and lightening are me
Roar of wind taking everything in grip of fear
and doors of peace canvassed over
Desert without rain and water is me
Strokes of brush on canvas
and charisma of a popular artist
Sky without moon and stars is me
Melting of snow on mountains
filling streams and frogs croaking
Sun without light and heat is me
The ghazal of a poet narrated so eloquently
and my grief taking me to you
Grains,dust,mist and fog are me
21-05-2022
Happiness, I have immortalized you inside the sun
like my childhood days you are crystallized deep
within my memory, a butterfly inside an orange hue
more precious than yesterday;
Your dusted wings of canvassed gold
are the reason I cans still fly today.
By Mystic Rose
SUNSET MOONING…
Descending, the ever full Sun
Reflected its golden fulfillment
While a waxing moon challenged
The assured fulfillment of its time:-
Image this if you can:
Waxing moon—challenging the always
Full sun—rising and setting each day;
What a powerful allegorical message
Paved out of this journey home
To chat and relax on the day’s challenges
Of wishful hope and the stability of faith:-
Canvassing it all with the reality of hope
And faith—let us realize that hope is
What is to come—faith being of what is:
Here is canvassed the assured fulfillment
Of the setting sun and the risen moon—
In a waxing of what is to surly come:-
In the nature of the trying times, let us not
Rush unprepared but like a full moon, let us
Reflect the rising and setting of the sun
Reflecting the fullness of hope and faith
Guiding us to the destined fulfillment
Of whose and who we are in today’s day:-
WINGED SOARERS OF THE TREE OF LIFE
A duck in a pond;
A turkey in a yard;
A blackbird, a crow, and
A dove soaring in the sky:-
There must be something
About the sacredness of birds;
Why else would all of the angels
Have arms, legs, and such broad wings?
Indeed, through tweeting winged wisdom,
Let us be aware that we are to be soarers in labors
Of love, peace, hope, faith, and divine splendor
As servants whose wings wait in The Nest of The Tree.
Thus, let us not take the winged ones of creation
For granted; as in The Tree of Life, their messaging
Is woven in the twigs of words in The Book of The Nest
Guiding us in every canvassed vision of our winged friends:
“Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not,
Neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
Yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Are ye not much better than they?” (Mt. 6:26)
Asleep on a pile of hay
my dreams are waiting for the day
when summer relinquishes her ray
to a re-canvassed season of red clay ;
Burgundy leaves in the wind sway,
as September returns like a Jay
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Awakened from an afternoon nap, I arose
and peeped out through the veranda window.
My weary eyes suddenly burst wide open in utter
amazement at what was being canvassed before them.
There, sitting on the grass with folded legs was
this cute little hued girl staring into the hedges.
A more focused look revealed another little black
one sitting in familiar pose, staring right back at her.
Both seemed to be just sitting there staring at each other
with tongues sticking out and swerving around their mouths.
Quietly and motionless, I stood there watching them for what
seemed to have been hours but was only for just a few minutes.
Once I clearly realized who the other character was, my heart began
loudly beating like a roaring train. Then, as a cloud passed across the sun,
the other character gently uncoiled, waged its tail, and slowly crawled
off; and turning towards me, the child waved and asked me if all was ok.
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