The charm of a home smelling like mint
upon ticks of laughter, seasoned with
a dash of kisses plastered on walls :
And how the readiness of bodies huddle
in the kitchen feasting on leftovers.
Yes, it's all too regular, this kind of setting---
the language of rooms cluttered, wild
as child play: and when breezes call Sunday
to end, their world gives and takes warmth,
enchanting slumber in a fireplace of affection!
I am an elder and I am a dragon.
Therefore I am an elder dragon.
You may bow, kneel or plead before me.
And I will respect you if you will respect me.
I fell to this planet from the far further space.
And have been witness to all-time in this space.
Unfortunately I have not written any books.
But my words carry more weight than books.
Ask me a SIMPLE question.
And I will get you many answers to your question.
Humans will still reason and request a simple answer.
Answers from bottom left, to top, to bottom right.to left, to right are all answers.
You will then ask what is wisdom.
Combining lessons of past, experiences of current and imaginations of future is wisdom.
You feel off kilter when visiting me.
But I am in my element when shrouded by my winged me.
You should not let your child play with fire.
Yet your child asks me where is my fire.
Come inside my cave to view the stag leg might.
But you might end up feeling my might.
If you are content, step back into the light.
But I will not join you as I am afraid of the light.
no child play involved
wipe your tears stand up tall
become STOIC; keeps you emotionally stable
walk with PRIDE; judge what don't compare
be EGOTISTICAL; don't care for anyone
think BUSINESS; profit off every thing
dress for SUCCESS; look valuable
keep a good STATUS; become desirable
have STYLE; expensive labels only
savoir your FINANCES; safeguard with vaults, gold, policies
lead with CONTROL; dominate no matter what
be SELFISH; crumb your wife, splurge with a mistress
have fantasy INDULGENCE; feed your appetite of pleasures
stay DECISIVE; wrong choice lose money
always PRIORITZE; money, pleasures, family
have dark DESIRES; harass and stalk who you can't have
be NON-MONOGAMUS; create a polyamorous way of living
Stay HAPPY; control, harm, and hinder
The sun is shining and glory be
The birds are singing in the trees
And a picture of paradise is the view of my peace
As I contemplate on the written word
Echoes of child play often heard
Their joyful screams linger on the warm breeze
Playing happily on my street
Like the scent of a rose
A gentle thought
Sweet upon our Sacred Hearts
A walk with Our Lord Jesus Christ
Home beneath her blue skies
The sun is shining his love for me
Heaven upon our Earth
Sings the honey bee ' I am.free '
Amen
Yes indeed, as cheesy as it may sound
my advice is to drop all pretense
of spiritual striving and accomplishment.
Like a child, play,
and ignore what anyone may think or say,
no matter how old you feel.
Your way is yours alone
and thank heaven
it’s not our lot to guide others (being the dutiful ferryman).
Cross the great river however way you can
put it all behind you…and you will find
your wings were always made to soar.
Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.
Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the oaks and weeps.
On the salient morning I lean.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
Wiping tears and sand from ducts.
The ascension of the sun display.
Pink and purple passion constructs.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
A humble approach - prism of self
seen through Christ - in Him I stay.
To deep dive today, I entrust myself…
To deep dive today, I entrust myself,
into God’s faithful word. The good news,
sharp and alive, off my bookshelf,
With Christ, my hope, I’ve nothing to lose.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
There is one who shapes each cockcrow.
I know my Lord and Savior never sleeps.
His faithfulness - dawn’s enduring glow.
6/1/2023
I don't know how it happened
I tried to fight it
It was too powerful to resist
So sudden to even think of it
I felt the force
That was so powerful
My feet dragged
Unintentionally your lips smoothened
So sorry if you feel harassed
It was not on purpose
But I should admit it was so warm
I hope you felt it too
Did you feel the pulse -heartstrings?
Did you look into my eyes -the stories?
Did you feel the warmth -a kindled fire?
You think it's a child play -no frolic game
Step forward and close your eyes
It is a sign of yes
Lean forward I can't let you down
In these arms, can't you feel at home?
EARTH
EARTH IS GODDESS
EARTH IS MOTHER
EARTH NOURISHING LIKE MOTHER
EARTH BASE OF LIFE
WITHOUT EARTH NO LIFE
EARTH PROVIDE US FOREST
EARTH PROVIDE US LAND
EARTH PROVIDE US FOOD
EARTH PROVID US WEATHER
WITHOUT EARTH NO SON, NO DAUGHTER
INDIAN WORSHIP MOTHER EARTH
CHILD PLAY IN LAP OF EARTH
EARTH IS A NATURAL BEAUTY
TO SAVE IT OUR DUTY
MAKE GREEN OUR EARTH
PROTECT OUR EARTH
EARTH MY LIVING PLANET
SAVE IT DON’T LATE
LIFE DEPEND ON EARTH
NO EARTH, NO BIRTH
SEPTEMBER 25, 2021
It was a bright sun, blue sky day,
refreshingly cool, destined to be short
in a post autumnal equinox way, the morning
farmer’s market shimmering with activity,
with varieties of produce and the multiple
languages of the neighbors we love
Still in full leaf, the neighborhood was green
with red and yellow edges, bright leaves and
sunlight partners in a dance, diamonds in the
breeze, the burning bush hedge beyond the
sun-filled sun porch windows a fiery fall red,
the book on my lap no match for the performance
of a fall afternoon with the intermittent sounds
of child play on our block, the plaintive soprano of
Welsh folk music and my wife in the kitchen
generating aromas, the first in a season of stews
and red wines, cornbread and puddings, the spirits
and spells of thanksgiving and grace, preparation
for the solstice and the cold days beyond!
Scepticism
When I grew up
I stopped believing in God
Toys belonged to the young
And Santa fanatics.
However,
I leave a small light
On the bedside table
The fear of the dark
Never left me.
However,
I knew Christianity had taken hold of me
The dark hue of the sinner
Is always present.
However,
I believe in the day
Truth must not be hide
In churches recesses.
However,
Blood splash on walls and tinsel
On the ground
New Year in Istanbul
The fear never left me.
However,
I saw a happy child play in the puddle
Step up and get your Covid jab. Hey, hey!
The devil’s advocate I play today.
The vax is still on trial? Don’t let that sway
your mind against it. Covid we must slay!
A waiver you must sign. Don’t let that weigh
upon your mind. Come on! You’ll be okay.
So what if you feel sick for a full day?
It’s for the common good, Comrade José !
Fatalities are rare. That should allay
your fears despite the areas all grey!
World leaders know what’s best. They won’t betray
your trust in them. Their words you must obey.
And vax your pre-teen too. It’s child play
despite his being safe from Covid anyway!
You’ll get a nice certificate you can display,
and safe from the Pandemic you will stay.
Don’t listen to “flat earthers.” They’re cray cray.
For sure, don’t listen to your gut. That’s so cliché!
Big Pharma never would on people prey
Hear what Fauci’s science has to say!
The vaccine’s GOOD for you, so don’t delay.
Meet Biden’s deadline. Get free donuts. Hurrah!
June 28, 2021
for the Let Er Rip #3 Poetry Contest of John Lawless
tho its past
don't run out gas
there thing to do
for me and you
stil racist today
this not child play
as the wind blow
we still have a
LONG WAY TO GO
By Paris Thulare
I am the reflection of my own shadow,
The one behind the existence of barrows .
I am the daughter with pride ,
I am the son at the top of a river nile .
She gave me the chance ,
yet I breathe and yes I believe ,
Because she choose not to abort when she was caught at lion's gate .
She chose not to leave me in a corpse's cage .
She gave me a chance to live .
Who would have thought i could say words in such ?
Who would have thought that my wrist needs a watch ?
But Mother gave me her all .
She wrapped me up when the sun ran hot ,
She lifted up me when the grass was Grey ,
That was when lions wanted to prey .
Nine months isn't a child play ,
But momma made me see the day .
She is the reason why I see this sun until dawn ,
I read book of different pages .
I stumble on top of different shapes ,
Because i've been given the chance to live .
Thank you MOOMMA for the life you gave me.
Thank you Mdali for not abandoning me .
I'm on my way up ,
Sooner you will be proud .
An old Latin aphorism
It means, we learn by teaching.
I was very nervous on the first day
to teach in college; facing students for
first time; Professor advised the best way
involve them in their learning more and more.
Though prepared well but it's not a child play;
how to present the subject crystal clear!
How to engage them to become active?
How to ensure subject concept forming?
How to make my teaching more productive?
How to connect them in their own learning?
How to teach firmly what needs to practice?
Answers to these questions, I was working.
Remembered always one learns by teaching.
Ask students to explain what's understood;
They are glad to address classmates speaking
what they comprehended in a mature
manner; to know their talents - great feeling
Learnt from this experiment -it does good.
You try to break my spirit.
But I am gonna destroy yours.
For you have no idea of all the things I already dealt with.
You are child play to me, like a child that will never mature.
You do not know my past, for it turned me to a warrior.
I will conquer you while you live in guilt and shame.
For because of people like you ,you made me realize my power my strength.
I will combine them all in all full blast. As I did with everything from my past every thing will surpass.
You are the devil that I never thought I would come across
With next.
For I guess all the ones I was dealing with was your children. I got over from everything they had caused now I see that it's your turn.
May the world crumble after I am done with you.for as always it's never a Happy ending with every person that comes my way.
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