Training as a Chartered articled clerk
'sandwich ' type correspondence I made my mark
Not in audit but management accounting
spending a career .. just... 'figuring'
DOWNPOURING LADY JUSTICE
Cold falling rain
Shed tears
Mimicking hell’s waters
Trying to drown
Sinking struggling justice
Seeking to survive
Deceiving tidal waves
Seeking to douse
Hope held high
In a stoic hand
Of a lady
Struggling to master
Anchored ideological
Chartered political moorings…
Lost
are the many
who get rich
being famous
Chartered jets
and gold
their claim
Reality
scripted
to entice
what we loathe
Bimbo’s
in sequins
of fame
Limos
await
what the desperate
espouse
Eye shadow
caked
to the nines
As flexers and posers hide in plain sight
Enamored with mirrors false praise to delight
And like the Kardashians who prey on the night
They pander — to what we despise
(The New Room: April, 2026)
“If the Self is the negation of imagined worlds, if It is the negation of imagined gods, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be discriminating consciousness of good and evil?”
Evil egos are from love misaligned,
yet a day comes when they self-realise,
that all’s one so being loving and kind,
is how God wishes to look through our eyes,
to which end wayward ego must capsize.
As each soul journeys on its chartered course,
love transforms their hearts without use of force.
Oh, to look like him
Oh, to sail like him
Oh, to write like him
Oh, to fish like him
Oh, to paint like him
Oh, to sculpt like him
Oh, to act like him
— Oh, to be like him
(My Boyhood Hero: From the Greatest TV Show Ever – ‘Adventure’s In Paradise’ 1959 - 1962)
Adam Troy
He chartered the Tiki
straight into my dreams
And captained my sleep
on far away seas
His heart never waivered
his nose in the wind
To young boys who loved him
— a hero and friend
(Gardner McKay As Adam Troy)
TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES next (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)
Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-
We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined to be:-
These oppressive times today,
We must send them on their way:-
These Babylon days,
Shall likewise be cascaded
Into liberty:
We are of Zion sailings;
Liberation shores waiting:-
Come, Babylon child,
Let’s rise up and set our sails;
A new day coming:
We conquering these waters
Of Babylon with justice
Rise up my people,
We have sailing chores to do;
There’s no resting now:-
God’s chartered the way for us;
It’s time to get back on course:-
God’s navigating,
Let us just get to sailing;
The shores are waiting:
Let waves of change froth us on,
With God's wisdom and guidance:-
Remember Zion,
God’s the wind in our sails, too;
Let us sail onwards:
Sailing the ancestral way,
To justice and equity:-
Time to hoist our sails
Into coming winds of change
Sailing likewise waves:
Oppressive Babylon ways,
Daily splashed with Zion froth:-
In The Cistern Of Poetic Grace
Here
in
the
cocoon
of cosmic
mind,
words
metamorphose
butterfly
memories,
soaring
in the winds
of mystic
thoughts,
filling
sails
of contemplating
ships,
on their
chartered
courses
to
waiting
shores,
where
caterpillar
focus,
bask
in
sunshine:
imaging
reflective
beauty,
of harmonizing
poetic grace:-
Amidst the tranquil moonlit night, the forest murmured secrets.
The leaves rustled in hushed conversation,
the shadows in exuberance
darting from trunk to trunk,
languishing wherever the moonlight was absent.
Shreds of darkness form an eclectic collection of silhouettes,
dusting the trail with beasts yet to be chartered by man.
The haunting howls of owls enchant the night
sending animals bolting frantically into the undergrowth,
their rough countenances illuminated
by the eerie glow of nocturnal fungi,
ignited by the moon's touch.
In this hostile ambience,
a petal of purity ripens in to fruition.
A figure in a dove white cloak amongst the silvery darkness,
beneath the skies, beneath the trees
dancing and fluttering in a hidden breeze.
Let's motivate ourselves with our dreams,
In the fields we’ve chosen, following our streams.
Want to become a doctor like me?
Oh, I aim to save lives, that’s the key.
An engineer? To create something new,
I'll have no regrets, only victories to view.
A chartered accountant? Tough, but funny,
One day, you'll manage all the money.
Remember your dream, hold onto your goal,
Believe you’re the best for your role.
If the world calls you foolish for a fall,
Know it’s the start of your success call.
Wait for the movie of life to unfold,
And soon, they’ll call you wise and bold.
Like every other young girl
She holds a dream, vast and bright
But born in a land of dark shadows
That hunt and silence dreams.
Tempted by a shinning chance
She seized it with both trembling hands
Unaware of the story on the next page
A huge decision at a tender age.
Chartered, restrained like a fragile glass
Sent to a land with deceiving masks.
Auctioned to the highest bidder
Made a cleaner, a toy for pleasure, a mother.
But she’s just a girl with a dream
A dream that will set her free
From the shadows that dim all light.
Motherhood was never part of the fight.
Seven decades and going strong
swimming the currents of Life on song,
with ease and elegance he swims
gold medals in galore he wins,
In Physics and Maths he is wired
of its energy and speed, never is he tired,
in the game of chess he will checkmate
yet in Life he is your choicest mate,
he scales the mountains in his hikes
maybe this passion guides his Life and likes,
he teaches and shapes the lives’ of many
making each one of us tutored look shiny,
he is our family’s only Chartered Accountant
we are proud of all his Life’s accomplishment.
Mid air in flight on eighth of November,
fontanel cracked open and bliss poured in,
a happenstance we’ll always remember,
as magnetism began surging within.
Over front and back, form split into two,
metaphorically speaking of course
and as rapture continued to renew,
we looked on as the plane chartered its course.
Although we’ve experienced this bliss before,
this time around, penetration was deep
and there’s no doubt, heart does seek an encore,
that soul may take a vibrational leap.
For posterity we have penned this verse,
that touch divine has no need to rehearse.
Acceptance
a defining moment in our lives
yet we are unaware
that it’s there
up ahead
waiting
and has been
right from the start
that moment
when we acknowledge
if only to ourselves
that some of our childhood dreams
will not be realised
we will not
go to that place
do that thing
be that person
it is not
defeat or compromise
but rather
a philosophical nod to reality
a reality
that we had no knowledge of
could not conceive of
when
with the exuberance of youth
we chartered our course
set our goals
and dreamed our dreams.
On the boat
Swaying and tossing
Waves and ripples
Hands together
Hearts together
Land in sight
Yet miles away.
Paddles broken
Yet flapping
No stopping
At slapping
The silvery surface.
A course chartered for rough waters
The boat image
Divine inspiration
Fires the activists
A tedious delve
Into life and teachings
Of the Master.
Billows of prayerful reflection
The journey is on
A sturdy boat
In mixed weather
Knees to knees
Legs to legs
Notoriously unpredictable.
A head-wind approaches
The boat sways
Bales of water
Swept out
Leaky but unsinkable.
Our choice unchanged
To remain on the boat
We take our chances
An inexhaustible mystery of faith
The raft of life with chartered dreams,
through currents of storms and anguish;
the voyage tears apart our seams,
holding back our fears we languish,
with oars of hope,
struggling to cope.
Whirlpools abduct our course with might.
Pools of serenity and peace,
a horizon beyond the fight.
Where challenges begin to cease;
stronger from strife,
renewed, in life.
Date: June 11, 2022
For: Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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