My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human
Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.
As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.
Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?
Categories:
cogitations, dream, life,
Form: Rhyme
The Moon becomes closer,
My cogitations remain jumbled
I escaped the town a while ago
The festering wounds did not heal
Nothing could usher me backward
The surviving solids stayed held tight
All my affections are still within me.
I cannot reckon the stain has gone
My mind was blind, but my heart knew
A load of despair hangs on my neck
Why did you believe this agenda would work?
All efforts to turn desire into love failed.
I am navigating the sea of nothingness,
Turning sweepingly, feet whirled
I bestowed the fluid into a frenzied whirl
Above, gentle waves touch the neck
They threatened me while I was still smiling
There were no signs of land in the vicinity
My toes are itching, and my feet are squirming
A strong will is our only chance for survival.
Written: November 18, 2022
Categories:
cogitations, analogy, appreciation, feelings,
Form: Free verse
How shall I deal with this wandering mind?
Meandering through a meadow of ideas,
Seeking truth among noxious weeds I find
Since early childhood I have been curious
Always sifting through my brain’s cogitations
Accepting new concepts; discarding previous,
Tossing thoughts like a machine’s agitations
Chewing on choices of words, so indecisive,
Practicing precise grammar with conjugations.
Fending off debaters who are often derisive
Debunking theories that sound far-fetched,
While trying not to be obnoxiously divisive.
How far should an agile mind be stretched?
Let it go unchallenged and it becomes static
Drifts into rumor, relishes meaningless kvetch.
I choose to allow my mind access to the attic,
Considering all the randomness that intrudes
To avoid, as much as I can, becoming dogmatic!
Categories:
cogitations, how i feel, introspection,
Form: Terza Rima
Affectionate appreciation, joyous
Blissful blessed gatherings, victorious…
Christmas: commemoration of Christ’s birth
Delighting with gift of eternal worth…
Everlasting life* granted midst love’s best
Faith-received to share by compassion zest.
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
ABC in couplet form
December 7, 2021
2nd place, "Your Favorite SHORT Christmas poem - old or new" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 12/22/2023
Categories:
cogitations, appreciation, blessing, christian, christmas,
Form: ABC
The Atlantic and her hissing,
Puncturing beyond ears to listen,
Her roar awakens creativity,
Her mind opens all activity
She births knowledge
The Atlantic and her known song,
Cascades ledgers and clefs;
She rises deeply with her surge,
With echoes unending as she hit shores
Her tuneful melody welcomes gaiety
The Atlantic and her ravishing view,
Revealing truth beyond sight
Her edges are borderless
Her curve is endless
She is life in its entirety
Categories:
cogitations, beach, beautiful, life,
Form: Verse
Attack of below zero temperature assailing
Blankets the room beyond blustery
Chills of the arctic, cleaving…
Daring to defy dreariness
Enveloping season of enchanting enigmas
Fueled by prayer place while adorned with furred coat, fleecy…
Glistening yuletide trees glare midst lantern glow
Herald helping faith messages from God, hoisting hope*
Insulated with fellowship warmth against ice-kissed isolation…
Jingling bells blend with carol hymns, joyous
Knitted family ties intensified by gestures, verily kind
Love prevails to blossom, bearing fruits after Winter’s** leaflessness.
*Psalm 78:7 That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments.
**Just thinking in my "winterless" situation since I live in the Tropics.
"Double ABC" since the first letters of the first and last words follow the ABC pattern.
December 30, 2020
Edited on December 30, 2022
Categories:
cogitations, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: ABC
LORD Jesus, while on earth, was fully human - shelving His divinity by submitting His will to the Father's - without "discarding" His full deity. So on earth Jesus was born out of womb via birth canal, and probably got s slap on His back to gulp the first air outside Mary's womb. (LORD, help me with these next few lines, amen)
1. Whose sin did Jesus pay for with the first SLAP on the back He got from the attending "midwife or medical expert" in the day? Maybe the person who helped with the delivery, LOL!
2. What would the Disciples have said whenever Jesus would sneeze or FART - or pass gas?
BLESS US, LORD, or simply "More, LORD!"
(Jesus in His Eternity and Omniscience knew He died for my sins and words including these very human considerations and cogitations about Our LORD's humanity and KOINONIA, or fellowshipping, with the closest Disciples.
Categories:
cogitations, best friend, blessing, character,
Form: Didactic
Oh, how sweet it is to ponder
love notes, surpassing heartfelt ecstasy
expressed with divine endearment---
…You’re the beauteous Eve
who completes my ribs
as it finds belongingness in yours
toward one flesh partnership
of cleaving and clinging
marked by commitment's blessed union:
sublime --- beyond mere romance...
…Indeed, you’re the virtuous woman
exemplified by the Scriptures
whom I want to exchange
my “till death do us part”
along sweet assertion
marked by faithfulness' assurance…
Most especially,
you’re the bride
I have earnestly prayed
to be espoused with
to nourish* and cherish,
according to God’s Word…
With these cogitations, I’m gripped
with the Lord’s compassion, nostalgic of overwhelming
“Celestial musings that you said to me.”**
*Ephesians 5:29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church.
** Vijay Pandit’s line, “Celestial musings that you said to me” from the poem, “A man from distand lands.”
April 19, 2020
2nd place, "Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup poet - Vijay Pandit" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/3/2020.
Categories:
cogitations, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Dramatic Verse
"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot
Que tan dificil es
decir todo lo que siento.
O! This emptiness,
this vacuity,
this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
to what does not pass
our tests of time,
or logic --
no crutches
in opposition to
unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
no selfish constructs
to justify
seizing goods or power;
no promises of forever
nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
"being" --
in this unguided,
ultimately purposeless
angst-filled universe.
And, always,
mere inertia, eternal resistance
or accelerating change toward
foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
Act!
Construct reality!
Live your life.
Categories:
cogitations, angst, anxiety, dark, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Napoleon the powerful fighter
whose mind was nimbler and lighter
than others whose malicious minds resided in lies,
and in vain and inane imaginations.
His brain's train of thought stayed rooted in reality,
Which gave him greater cogitations and a mind,
divine and higher above the rest of the world's imagination,
rooted in fantasy, and lies, in things that do not exist.
The emperor did worship the truth,
whose soul led him to detest illusions.
Categories:
cogitations, history, introspection, life, mystery,
Form: Prose Poetry
And he stands apart, cold
While the world wassailed and reveled
In the full glare of the light
Till dusk comes beckoning.
He shrouds from the awkward embraces
A language in plethoric display.
His frame slanted, he observes.
From vantage angle, he gawks.
What endues them such ecstasy?
He mutedly ruminates
Did we not attain the same feat?
He self-chides, raspingly.
The concern of sea-fish with dry land
Paints the image of his indifference.
While the play of celebration ensues,
The boy-man stares and sighs.
His cogitations ferry him to the road ahead
Queries of 'what now', the signs spelt.
Transfixed but detached,
He pondered tomorrow's fate for all.
He shivered with dismay
And fended off a tear.
What reads the fate of the soldier ants
When they march sun-wards?
Who aids the infant cheetah
That was birthed deformed?
While his peers wassailed and reveled.
In the full glare of the world
He looked on, frigid, still, anxious.
Feet there, soul afar.
A tinge of relief, his sole solace.
Categories:
cogitations, allegory, confusion, fear, growing
Form: Free verse
The slightest current of air
Holds more truth than the striving
To realize cogitations of material components
Anxiety beset turns to weakness, regret
The shame of burying your accessory love
Categories:
cogitations, animals, passion, peace, political,
Form: Free verse
I hear, I see, I feel. I think too much.
Then, I become introverted and isolated,
And beside myself I speak to myself within myself.
Yet, Enmity and Fear are bound to give audience
To my cogitations, which I impersonate
At the directions of feelings and emotions;
These roles I play willingly on center stage
In the theatre of my mind yielding tragic comedies,
Changing swiftly scene to scene, act to act,
Swinging from a nimbus of moods and turning shadows
Backdropped with pious airs and variable human nature,
Shifting suddenly between my players' claims and chuckles
Under the three branches that cast their shade
Randomly upon my brow, dividing unto my very soul;
Inflamed with daft assumptions and mad craft,
Pronouncing judgments in wrath carrying out sentences
In the midst of my scenarios, I am thrust through
Back to reality, but my sanity does permit me
Not to perform things I would in temporary delusions;
Yet, in my mind my characters hail me a champion still.
Categories:
cogitations, angst, confusion, imagination, introspection,
Form: Lyric