Pitter patter raindrops
Drench the air, the earth, the soul, the universe whole
Inner Joy props!
Tender green shoots
emerge from a melting black hole
Two hoots!!
X-static
A dance on shoal
Tick!!!
Pitter patter raindrops
emerge from a melting black hole
Tick!!!
ALTERNATIVE CELEBRATIONS-:-
intended
symbolic
optimism
inspires
progress
turning DAY INTO NIGHT
veritable
sunlike
brightness
illuminates
ideas
into PAEANS OF PRAISE
hubris
mirrors
forgotten
remote
remains
As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.”
Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl.
We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades,
live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick).
Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets
has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of poets everywhere.”
“Dear Anais
Don’t betray us.
April’s our month to shine.
We’re asking you to confine,
your poetry to the other 11 months,
please listen to us - just this once.
Your poetry isn’t that popular,
and we think your work is subtacular.”
They’d rhymed it, of course.
I was moved.
I mean, if you write my kind of poetry,
It’s a good idea to keep moving,
Happy Poetry Month!
That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.
Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices.
Without a name.
You brought me relief and rescued me
from bearing the burden of historical anchorage.
Swept me off my feet, resonating
Ceremonial celebrations.
Your careful maneuvers, knowledge and style,
in structure, orchestrated a symphony of dreams .
in the rooms, in every corner and breath
Culture resonated.
.
Disconnected, yet with a regard
You shaped me in your taste.
I felt my being rapture, with a sweetness
Unspoken of.
No longer empty, I felt myself glow.
Chandeliers, banisters whispered gratitude.
I felt life ripple through meetings over dinners.
Anniversaries over years.
Then one day you left.
A change. Catastrophic.
Knocks or footsteps no longer sound.
Nor curtains or candles lightened
The gloom of emptiness
Dark and deep.
A mass of broken brick and mortar now,
Shorn of cemented hopes in my crevices---
I feel shattered, ashamed of being
damned. Dilapidated.
When lanterns paint the sky,
I'll weave tulsi trinkets, celebrate divine sight~
while stars fly..
Wings of new moon,
flare as festivals of delight,
in tune.
We praise,
eternal light~
rays.
When lanterns paint the sky,
flare as festivals of delight~
rays.
Valentine's Day soon starts.
Post New Year's Day, this celebration, at each store-
stirs our hearts.
To show true care
held deep within, love cracks the door
aware
right card
and candy score
hard!
Valentine's Day soon starts;
held deep within, love cracks the door
hard!
New year has come and gone
It's time to get back to the old chores and the grind
A new dawn
Merriment ceased
For the common man who needs work
And pleased
To take
The entire year
Break
New year has come and gone
For the common man who needs work
Break
Come on let’s celebrate.
Just for a while we will do it in real style.
It’ll be great.
A party fine.
Eating a while. Dancing a while.
Drink wine.
We won.
Play slots, now smile.
Fun.
Come on Let’s celebrate.
Eating a while. Dancing a while.
Fun.
Raise a glass. Make a toast
to celebrate accomplishments and holidays
coast to coast
Joyful reasons
To rejoice and embrace with praise
Seasons
New Years
Fireworks ablaze
Cheers
Raise a glass. Make a toast
To rejoice and embrace with praise
Cheers
remember the delight,
reflected in wild hearts, eager and excited,
by moonlight
soul gently kissed,
by roaring fires of joy, lighted
heart’s mist
observe
hopes invited,
verve
remember the delight,
by roaring fires of joy, lighted
verve
Today September 10, 2046 was
Matthias and Shadir's day. Dolly
Came to wake Molly from an empty
Plate dream. "Wake Molly girl! On
Your feet honey I know you're hungry."
Molly laid in bed stretching, "Okay
I'm up! Ugh! What time is it." Molly
Shielded her eyes from the sun shining
Through the vast panoramic window.
"11o'clock come on I cooked. Hit
The shower stank rose." Dolly pulled
Her from the bed and pushed her
To the shower. Molly jerked away.
"Alright!! That's...I'm okay. Good job."
Go check everybody else. Let me
Be." Then she started the shower as
Dolly left. Delilah began inventory
When Mallory was done with her
Shower and full final morning preparation.
Molly came to Dolly, "So What's in
The pipes for today." Dolly reported
"First I'm doing Inventory, securing our
food supply."
CELEBRATIONS
enchained
pensive
awaiting
an
unstoppable
force
a proliferation
to allure
creating
an
image
often
tempestuous
in nature
derives
from the
ineffable
particular
& self-making.
articulating
raw charisma
in a pleasing
conceptin
&
the embodiment
of
elegance
& conceit
of personality
discovered
integral
to the legend
elitist
available
only to a
chosen few.
Nostalgic about moving-on moments
my mind lingers at throwback scenes
milestones surpassing oblivion challenge.
1974... Kindergarten toga and cap propelled my steps
toward big brother’s elementary campus
midst anticipation of sumptuous recess-snacks.
1981... Triumphantly leading alma mater pledge
I then saluted fellow graduates
eager to roam along high school corridors.
1985... Absorbed by prepared valedictory address
my heart could never stop tears, yet I managed still
since commencement song would soon reverberate.
1989... Grateful to parents, my perpetual mentors
I handed their partnership university diploma and cum laude pin
delighting them for scholarship returns, indeed grants from the Lord.
1999... Charged with “Enter to learn, go forth to serve” pursuits
my faith accepted Bible College graduation's quest
Thus, I press* on, furthering kingdom of God --- all by His grace.
*Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Narrative in Tristich form
March 24, 2023
Christmas Poem
May peace reign down on earth for Christmas
As we celebrate the Holy birth
The day baby Jesus Christ was born
Who came to walk amongst men on earth.
For our sakes God’s only Son was sent
With just a manger for Him to rest
Angels placed upon His tiny head
A hallowed halo heavenly blessed.
Greeting cards may bestow warmth to hearts
And beautifully wrapped presents too
But stop for a while and pray for those
Who clearly don't have as much as you.
For folk who do not possess a home
Having no one they can call their own
May they find a shelter, food and love
Also kindness that’s affably shown.
Remember those who’re facing conflict
Their world being embittered by war
If only they could become as us
And living within peaceful rapport.
Jovial Christmas celebrations
Are magical times for all to share
Love and respect for one and other
Showing how much we truly do care.
*+*+*
Friday 11th November 2022
My lady
My ladies, younger
One and two
Can't be taken for granted
Their powerful love
Coloured with forgiveness
Again, I thank my Savior
Jesus, the reassuring joy in my soul
Come death or birth - days
Amen. Shalom shalom friends
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