Like a remote yet lucid picture in a dream,
The strange scene of some sequence set
Runs in patches, pictures and linked to fret;
And anxiety squezes itself through to scream,
At the unknown dreary source of the unease;
The oft cherished homely thoughts so dear,
Need no more space nor moments to spare
When the journey past ,or still ahead to dare,
Carry with them hope and the purpose clear-
As to what is to be done and what is to come;
A little thing that ensues from neglect or pride
Leads but to crevices or breaks in a neat finish;
Well thought, honest prompts never diminish
The vigour and vita to float even in ebbing tide ;
The fear hid in the soul's corner may rupture:
For, there the devil in diplicity awaits to capture!
When there is a lot to handle in life,
And catastrophes going on inside my mind..
I turn inwards, seeking for a sign.
The mountain of failures piled high
Like a castle, look me dead in the eye.
Could’ve beens and should’ve beens;
Written all over them like splattered ink on walls.
I retrospect and reflect on them.
Not pushing them away,
Merely trying to hold them in place.
The failures that once intimidated me,
Tell me tales of bravery and resilience.
They narrate the story of a battle well fought;
The scars etched in my heart;
Portray the image of a warrior,
Who never surrendered.
It is on days like this;
That I bleed ink.
The veins cut open,
Like a wound waiting to heal.
The only difference is that,
They bleed ink.
I bleed ink because it is the only way I thrive.
I put up a fight with my caricature of words,
That one cannot easily survive.
I bleed ink because it makes me feel alive.
Nine months after October 6, 1973
PM Golda Meir of Israel was history
For an intelligence failure colossal
She became a political fossil…
Fast forward to October 7, 2023
When Hamas went on a barbaric spree
Killing more Jews than any day since the Holocaust ended
Yet PM ‘Bibi’ Netanyahu’s had his term extended
Where is the leader to end Bibi’s reign
~ flush him and his generals down yesterday's drain
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On October 6, 1973, Egyptian pontoons crossed the Suez Canal
into Israeli-held Sinai, unchecked by Israeli forces, a colossal
intelligence failure on the part of Israel's military. Prime Minister
(PM) Golda Meir and Defense Minister Moshe Dayan were sacked
nine months later---despite being heroes to much of Israel's
populace.
“The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping stones.” Enid Blyton
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Stepping Stones to Success
In the deep depth of their dreams many souls
Aspire to reach atop a scenic hill
Whence they can eye the vista as a whole
And view the landscape of the distant fields;
But when wild woeful winds of stark failures
Rock their spirit, hurling them to the ground
It is ripe time to change their behaviour,
Time to move step by step to get around,
Time not to try to reach the sky at once
But to make every step a success tale
Time along the stairs not at once to bounce
But to learn to confront the stormy gales
And over woeful wild winds to prevail.
There is power in the tongue.
Words can cause good things to happen or bad things to happen.
People tell me that I am not going to make it in life.
My failures came to life.
Didn't want to believe they were right.
I toss and turn each night.
My failures are bonding me.
Don't think I have the strength to win this fight.
Just want success and happiness in my life.
People are worried.
Don't worry, everything will be alright.
Failing Doesn't Make Failures
Miracle Man
9/1/2024
The sun rose today,
and if I should fail someone,
God forgives my failing.
Chaos
Into the maelstrom of blood flinging and flooded diarrhea
Swirling amidst a vortex of needle and .
There I stand at the middle of it all.
The central point of this orbit of noxious madness.
The nucleus at the heart of rotten insanity.
A whirlpool of hot garbage circling around me, the core.
An iris in fusion vomiting molten liquid metal upon its refuse eyelashes.
The bowels of filth and swill spinning revolution.
Vacuumed in a retch of putrid detritus.
And expelled atop an excess of foetid sewage dysentery.
A repulsive pandemonium of regurgitated toxic sludge.
Thrown up haphazardly from the innards of turmoil.
One stomach-churning havoc, repulsive and distressing.
The never ending upheaval of sickening nonsense.
Bounded by sadness, grief and failures.
Nonsense feeders, just useless
Impeders, slow and lazy in a walk
To cake, sluggish decievers wasting
Space; even though theres plenty of
It they still waste it we're sure of it
Coulden't they be in canary yellow?
So all could avoid the stupid fellows.'
Have they got familiy? Who'd own
These bums, david hurly might be one?
He's quite the lyre-bird we've heard.'
In thrall to the who-lers mark my words!
Sack the lot.' Kick them out.' Carping
Skiters, that have no clout.'
Written on 30 July 2023
Triolet Form of Poetry
Stepping Stones
Let failures be the stepping stones
To the gate of success in life;
Let not others our path disown,
Rather treat our life as our own
Let us seal it as a rightful bond
As along the stiff stairs we strive;
Let failures be the stepping
To the gate of success in life;
It's okay to make mistakes,
Nothing much is lost at the stakes.
And one failure is not ultimate,
So it's not good to hate.
Instead you should learn from it,
About how to deal with all this .
And move on with a steady pace,
Towards success with a determined face.
Mistakes does not mean failures,
So it's alright to shed a few tears.
But don't be in despair,
As their are many chances, life is fair.
Watching the clock I'm wary of time,
listening to words that mean nothing to me
If I could do better and take useful notes,
then maybe the lesson I could finally agree
It's no good to be different in Sex Ed,
what if I don't plan to date a man?
They don't talk of subjects I care of at all,
and frankly, I'm not really a fan
My BSF, only 16, calls in a panic,
within herself lies an unwanted child
Told to save herself she didn't know,
her late childhood is now defiled
These problems seem unique,
but don't be obstinance
As our schools only teach us abstinence
Letting Go and Calm Witnessing
When U have no solution
You tried it all; Fate Insists you fall. You no longer stand tall
Such moments come often
We try to forget the falls - feeling nothing, helps find your nobodyness
If we hold up a "failure at Solution"
That moment is a mix of doing nothing AND "doing along" with the Universe
When you felt nobody cares (loss of attention)
That mix of nobody with everybody, Multiverse
Is deep insight: becoming nobody makes us everybody with Universe
BACKGROUND: I was a Hindu as one born into such a family in South Africa may be a Hindu, away from India. This meditation is similar in the impetus to Jesus's frequent TWIST of OPPOSITES in the New Testament. The high will be brought low; the meek shall inherit the earth - or more; dying is the way to real living: mainly Matthew 5, 6, 7 or The Sermon on the Mount.
Let us cite a few examples from Paul: I am strong when I am weak; I can do nothing but in Christ I can do anything and everything --
2 Corinthians 12:10 and 2 Corinthians (Epistle) 4:7.
Shalom, shalom to Great Harrys & Marys, Vijays & Ordinarys. LuvYa
Life is not just one single shore,
A long trek that shore to shore goes,
One learns from failure to failure.
Each failure, what a bitter cure!
Something to be endured, one knows,
Life is a quest from shore to shore.
Should failures a success ensure
Let one learn to take highs with lows,
Not success, one learns from failure.
Every time failure stares at door,
Pushing it op more, tends to pose:
Wait, success is no single shore.
A voice is heard as if from core:
O success to long journeys owes,
From failures alone one learns more.
A lady of a lifetime’s lure
Of highs of success, failure’s lows,
Not a lesson of single shore,
Life learns from failure to failure.
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Villanelle | 06.02.2007, revised March 2022 |
Note: Like all Villanelles, the first and third lines of the first stanza alternate here as refrain, maintaining the same message, but not repeated verbatim.
My life swings
Without any full stop...
I strived grow
they told I was worthless,
I moved on with my life
Wistful, yet too slow.
The day I tried to dance
they told me I'm unfit;
When I tried to sing
they told I'm just howling...
I'm neglected
as I am ugly...
I moved on
with my life on thorns;
Filled with twists
and the strangest turns..
I shouted and screamed
with my darkest life.
I don't want to be a hero
to show off to others;
I just want to live my life
with my whole heart...
I want to myself
they call me , "weird."
I don't want to be
a sheep like you;
Let me stay happy
at least with my dreams...
I want to live my life
as a peaceful soul...
Being behind doesn't matter
I just want to be like me
as my mirror reflects me...
I am a bee; I prefer tea
let the world move
I want to be like me...
I don't prefer to live
only with success;
Without failures
Lessons are just junk words...
Let me be like me
Until I reach life of my dream.
perfectly best, God’s plans for me always prosper, I trust midst failures.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
August 25, 2020
4th place, "When plans don't go to plan" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/29/2020.
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