Whose mind conceived the borders, Holding life in this space?
Who drew the map correctly without man's mind?
Who filled the vast barn where we all draw sustenance?
Who made the unfathomable seas so deep surpassing our reasoning?
Who held the universe this long without a Pole?
Who formed the life from bowels of mothers?
Who breathe counsel into the minds of man?
Who design these diversities and operations of the cells?
Who commanded the elements, ordering their wheels?
Who made the animals on land so dreary or the species of the sea unknown ?
These galaxies known yet unknown so puzzling
Tell me, Who?
This intelligent designer,
Olodumare.
Olodum is there, not silent
I am from a generation they call X
Not because it marks the spot
But because it marks the best
We are eccentric because we walked the moon
And because we shared lust as an essential need
But wait until you meet your resurfaced acknowledgement
A frantic existence you call Technology
Generation X from 1965 to 1980
Where Charles Manson, the flower childe
Meets the notorious Ted Bundy
Richard Nixon and watergate, who actually knew
That this was an era of being a shrew
The birth of individuality
Known for practicalities
Known for informalities
The ghosts of the Vietnam War
Known for diversities
The civil technicalities
Henceforth, a generation of creation is no more.
Who knows the ways of love? Like the ways of the universe!
Trust and hope full, "LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL";
Unconditionally knit, like cells of creatures diverse,
Amalgamating with diversities, it exists well...!
The needs of others get precedence, my needs are reduced,
Assumptions and presumptions back seated, care firmly sticks;
Prohibitions and packages gone, freedom is induced,
Solicitude and sensitivity, like fast friends mix...!
When I accompany you and you accompany me,
Don't we internally feel happy, content, and fulfilled?
My ego and your ego kept aside, goodness we see,
Physical and psychic illnesses within us are healed...!!!
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind
In the realm of the fine arts many genres of expression
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find.
Music accounts for equal numbers of diversities in kind
Literary arts from the classics to the sultry confession,
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind.
Then, of course, think of the poetic works being mined
Adding to the storehouse of lyrical and verse impression,
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find
These cover only a small portion, add graphics assigned
For therein lies art, in almost everything now a profession
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind.
With forms of art, I could spend much of my life confined
Forgive me if I personalize this poem, a bit of digression,
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find.
Art, friends, is not merely for sophisticates or the refined
Without it, many of us would be thrown into a depression
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind,
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find.
Written August 28, 2022
The purest tint is but a canvas bare
in wait of rapture from a master's brush,
for all the pigments of the palette share
in placid beauty as their color's blush.
Though ev’ry hue unveils to radiate,
reflecting self within an opus scrawl,
the blending of diversities create
a masterpiece of unity for all.
But without light, illumination's lost
thus, shading beauty’s luminance in gray.
Within the darkness, all shall bear the cost
for putting such discolor on display.
For unity to bathe in brilliant light,
the colors of the palette must unite.
Host: Mark toney
Marathon Contest - Mile 9
7-21-22
Look up the sky,
From this end to the yonder horizon;
What do you see?
A vast heaven;
A limitless heaven;
Hosting sundry birds of colours;
Singing solace
To the relief of the sorrowing world.
Turn round now, and look the skies;
In the boundless skies,
Rainbow flaunts its many colours;
Giving beauties to the fading earth.
Birds of colours
Respect their own melanges;
Rainbow as well
Cherishes its many colours.
But to appreciate the creation of God,
Man loathes diversities of tongue and colours
In the world as big as the limitless skies;
Giving rooms only
For hatred and malice.
But we can all live in peace,
If we dare to give it a try.
Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns.
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change
of elixired kool aid and iced earth,
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun;
To be or not to be undone.
Dangled as a charm over my eyes,
walled popularity,
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns,
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed,
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done.
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies,
filling with bad blood,
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities.
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden,
Mystopheles.
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation,
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered
as if it depends on.
A friend, so I have heard,
fair weather turns cold.
Delightfully open the doors of window
Observe the creatures near the meadow
O! See those dancing damselflies
Rapture, they accord and amplify
Stop searching bliss, just open the doors, as there it is
Delightfully open the doors of your mind
Observe the diversities the societies bind
On seeing unity in diversity, good people boast
Righteously, they unite people across the coasts
Stop mocking differences, celebrate them by opening the doors, if can't just break
July 22 2021
Diversities
Don't let no one
Make you think
You are not better
Enough to live up to
Your dream
Yes look them
To the eyes
And tell them
Who you are
Every one is not
The same
So you are not
Same as every one
Let the light
In you shine
Together with those
Who is awaken in spirit
And mind
Don't forget
Who you are
In a diverse world
Full of too much
Diversities
The weather with its thunder and rain,
change of perception to takes us home again.
By the ecology of magic that remains,
or lifeless desserts that will find its names.
Through misty realms by wasters dreams,
dying trees without carbon in distress it seems.
To regain some sense of ground and gravity,
some ancient diversities is the approach in nativity.
The killing of earth by poisons and number,
politics, bankers and farmers plunder.
Mother of all secret creation to sustain,
convenient ignorance the invisible chain.
When human creation at its dire and best,
seeds containing enduring passion need to manifest.
Allowing true purpose intend to find,
away from actions that keep us blind.
Mother earth love brings true awakening,
forwarding the ultimate reasons of being.
The roots of our ancient truth is deep,
a sacred point of view that we reap.
Cut out the parasitic takers stories,
follow the generosity of spirit glories.
Living creative forces are sacred,
truth by living force well motivated.
Blood and bone
A colourful black and white
On brown dust
A feast for flies,
Merry making for vultures
And dinner for hyenas
Yet, peace unto souls
For in life, diversities
But in death, unity
Grey hairs declare
"Better a man inexistent
Than one with the breath of life."
In diversities do we find varieties
Proving the infinity of The Creator.
For us these are but differences
To raise the sword to kill and claim.
Unwise not to know truth of our lives
Every crooked line is straight in parts.
As clock marks every tick in time
Every atom has moved as per a law
But our minds ignorant to fathom
But adamant on our derived faith.
We live in utter bias and are blind.
while we have the winter wind
summer is forgotten in the mind
and again when the summer comes
we say the worst summer in years
and yet again those winter days
summer is forgotten by the mass.
We live on by this pattern that suits
Deducing wishes from our dreams
But wishes do fail at times and fall
By our own unconvinced will to gain.
In this lone journey of imperfection-
towards the perfection we dream
we have the Nirvana of Buddha
we placed the creation in Brahma
we found the oneness in Allah
The fulfillment of love in Jesus.
one truth in so many ways to suit
yet we kill to hoist our own flags
Ignorant their colour is the same
The colour of the life giving blood
The colour of love, uniting us all.
I love characters* of varied personalities
People who are unique* in their qualities.
They reveal the Creator’s wondrous** might
Exposing individuality’s awesome delight.
Surely highlighting perfect organized design
Diversities assert grand beauty, greatly divine.
With different colors spread across races
Humans are blessed to blend through goodwill forces.
Thus, with our gracious endowments, let’s do our utmost
To build precious lives, enabling them with fulfillment-cost.
Exemplifying attitude-transformation for the better
We help each other bring out what’s best in every character.
How special am I to have been entrusted with a unique child
Blessing me with God’s love, freely-expressed, graciously-styled.***
*From the poem “Broken People” of Richard Lamoureux.
**Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
***From my poem, “SPECIAL WOW.”
October 1, 2019
4th place, "Pick a Line Any Line" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 10/8/2019.
BEAUTY INNATE ATMOSPHERE EARTH’S EDEN-COLLABORATION
To exalt admiration;
Freedom grain soils;
Magnetic fascination;
Kin to emancipation;
Father of nature tolls;
Charismatic, elfin, enchanting, fed;
Soil gathered structure particles- ped;
The physical world collectively;
Substance, character, identity;
A connection internal;
Stirs emotions supernal;
The universe, the cosmos, natural forces;
Amidst mankind’s-humanity divorcées;
Alluring the breathtaking beauty of nature;
Temporal placement for all God’s creatures;
Beauty innate the atmosphere, nature is unparalleled;
As we feel deeply compelled;
Provokes intoxication;
Eden gardens diversities natural-nature spells;
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
7/7/19
Placed 3rd in Contest
"For contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION”
Sponsored by Line Gauthier"
:To whom it may be godless or guideless
A party – it may be CCP – was absent once skies proclaimed that freedom to humankind,
was absent in peace class; how to embrace diversities and universe.
Yet they’re now acting as Mr. Know It All, claiming and judging without any verse
but hammers and sickles they points to others that are still learning mind.
They deserve sorrowful feelings for great loss of understanding human rights defined.
So let us keep swinging lighter and loftier hands to ignite a spark of wisdom
especially to potential victims – innocent juveniles – standing in queuing line to the party’s dome,
as well as we remain against injustice and imbalance.
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