A child’s smiling face
A sunrise shining on a field of flowers
An orchestra fluidly keeping pace
In this World of ours
A hateful cold man’s face
A bomb’s blast sees ash from flesh makes rock from towers
An ocean of starvation born of greed’s embrace
On this Earth of ours
A distracted blank face
A mind of apathy denies thought empowers
An era in darkness begs light to erase
In this Time of ours
Love is
so much stronger
than hate…
Hate aborts
all that is
good…
Love is
a pregnancy
that always gives
birth:-
Hate pontificates
that which
is called fear
but strengthening
love silences
weakening fear…
In the healing
atmosphere
of life
hate evaporates
but love
absorbs
healing sunshine
and serenely flows
with her frothing waves
splashing upon
the shores of life…
The moonlight
of love
will always
drown
the darkness
of hate
for where love
abides
hate can never
be:-
There is this dichotomous relationship within the alphabet…
for the letters therein contained
can be used to create words of joy…of love…of happiness…
as well as words of hatefulness…and pain.
From the same 26 letters come
words of wonder…
words of beauty
words that fill a heart with joy
as well as
words of anger
words of spite
words that can…a soul destroy.
Which means it’s up to us
as we create and express our thoughts
from within their alphabetical array…
to think about the words we write
and the words we’re going to say.
It’s up to us to create words
of love
and tenderness
and never to abuse them….
not only in our choice of words…
but how we choose to use them.
For I awake within a dichotomous dream,
I ask what is real that the eye may gleam…
Realities regulate as the heads at the helm,
As dimensions deliberate a deceitful realm…
I walk through forests of faceless feeble time,
Nurturing nightmares of a calamitous climb…
Confronting creatures, succulents of the soul,
Upon Quantum quicksands of a nightly stroll…
I then Nova with the numinous sacred suns,
Ethereal explosions causing sacerdotal strums…
Decoratively dancing divine where Angel's trend,
Reaching the edge where some decline & descend…
All this within a differential devisable dream,
And idol illusions resonate and reign supreme…
For what is a dream without its raging reality?
Reality without dreams a sacrificial silent sea.
Feb.17.2019
I Dreamed a Dream
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Depending on the hemisphere
and whom one might be talking to
there is only one Me settled
in dialogue most of the times
Give or take and given the choice
I would settle for that but
then I find my druthers
in Ying and Yang
There are days when the Ego sets in
and the Self and dichotomous voices
perform the splits on a mental trapeze
hanging in polar suspense
Ooh that hurts when
harmony balances in disassociation
and the safety net bounces when
vociferous yo-yos transcend
Up and down from right to left
a square rooted conundrum
proceeds as the tiller man
turns in delirious jester’s court
No final judgement just
one glimpse in the prism
gold from the rainbow
and the treasure my lover
22 August 2018
I took a chance on you and what did i find?
The painful polarities of a dichotomous mind.
Besides the hallowed covenant of The Way
There is only one other univocal tenet I obey
The human spirit is insuperable and indomitable
Though it can wield an evil that is so abominable
Our essence is both distilled and defined
By what I would collectively call "humankind"
Despite war, disaster, catastrophe and disease
We have a resplendent life hidden in the parentheses
With ethnic cleansing, racial profiling, and hate
We have solidarity and unbridled hope to syncopate
Though the warts on the face of this cold, cruel earth
Conspicuously present themselves amongst our glee and mirth
They can be overlooked to reveal a complexion
That represents the depth and breadth of our cross section
As cliché as it sounds, good defeats evil in the end
And we have infinite, exponential amounts of it to expend
So call me quaint, trite, or even naïve
Besides God, there is only one other thing I believe
I am convinced that man is intrinsically honorable
Despite also being innately intolerable
Within the cankerous catacombs of the slaving still
Where torrential tears fall like rumbling rain
As the decomposed dust gets its felonious fill
And sanctioned sorrows receive their parasitic pain
Where dichotomous dreams destroy the nightly nest
And slumberous souls reminisce their restless rest
As the Dragon turns to breathe its bereaving breath
For all that abandonedly await for its defunctive death.
July.20.2016
Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest
By Broken Wings
rhyming scheme abab ccdd
Heaven must yield to glory
Accept our orphaned children
Come light gentle bathe
These black forgotten corridors
Distorted images of death
Dance imperious before our eyes
Struggling to live right
Surviving the darkened dread
In the calm balm of amnesia
We float in carefree laughter
Defying the anchoring ache
Inhaling expectant death
Exhaling desired life
Walking the dichotomous path
Twinned joy and pain
Offspring at heaven’s door
Inheritors lost upon this earth
Seeking to reclaim the future
Bastard products of despair
We live in the dark alleys of history
The sunless realms of loneliness
The blind lanes of misery
Mystic impossibility
We claim divine birth rights
Watching deep into midnight
For the promised sunrise
Insipid timid reality
In disfigured disguise
Life is stone and bone
For the children of paradise
I watched the snow descend to earth
Attention sought as flakes give birth
Submit to all her majesty
Surrender clouded canopy
A freezing fox that runs across
The curtilage wild turkey's toss
A lofty oak tree hides raccoon
Two fledgeling birds lose their platoon
The strapping deer takes off in flight
See squirrels flee with all their might
An Owl concluding calls of whoo
The animals know to eschew
All happens when the snowflakes fall
Am spellbound by one flake or all
The memory each one contain
Unique like us and our domain
Snowflakes and animals I see
We all are different you and me
Is random chance it's proximious ?
Creation not dichotomous
Am thankful I could see this view
And freedom too believe it's true
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Author's Note
Poem is in Iambic Tetrameter with an
aabb rhyme thingy. The story is basically
true. We recently sold the house I grew up
in, and the winter before was visiting and
looked out west and down were coming
large snowflakes. The animals we scurrying
about....it was dreamy.
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A dichotomus tale
About a boy named Jack
Who sold a cow for beans
Magic which they did lack
Bean's one side held adventure
Pure gold waited for him there
But danger from the giant
Made up the bean's full pair
This dichotomous tale
Delightful butterbeans
Magic beans seem to be
Their fiber load does clean
Guaranteed one's heart to heal
Fiber removes a fat load
Its gases accumulate
In the intestine's abode
The dichotomic sounds
Its trumpet noise explodes
Those dichotomous beans
Hide, hide today they goad
Just for fun<:)
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Date: January 10, 2015
Inspired by: Poet Destroyer A.
Theme: Magic Beans
Butterbeans, butterbeans, good for the heart
The more you eat the more you(and you know the rest of the story)
My other inspiration well and also Jack and The Beanstalk..
I also did an unusual form of Poulter's Measure here ..
The first, third, and fifth one I gave you 6,6,6,6 and in the second and fourth one 7,7,7,7...
the first nip of an amanita, psilocybe or morning glory
psychotomimetic tryptamines
reflection in water
pervasive awareness unfolds exponentially
one-hundreth monkey effect
the sun, moon and stars appear as never before
silver streams of consciousness
the beauty of the estranged lotus realized
mirrored dances spark dichotomous faceted faces
the soul realizes it's infinite variations
birth, death, birth, death, birth
god realizes god
jude dias
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