Pearl plant, precious, verdantly vellum.
Breathing quietly amidst humbler greenery.
Poetic eyes it aims to please, not prosaic.
Sage, somewhere between its beady lines.
Brightened, as if catching glimpse of a newborn.
I do not own, but yet I wrap my heart around.
Winsome pearls do not drop; raindrops remain.
left little room
for ambiguity
There are wrinkles
in the core
Here
and cardinals
sing along with white-
throated sparrows
in various cadences
above my head
while I write lesson plans
on a glass table
about meiosis
for tomorrow
(bad jokes
included)
“Mom says
I can’t do
meiosis
until I finish
my interphase”
She was younger
than me and brimming
with possibility
a decent job
friends to meet,
appointments,
and azaleas turning scarlet
I try to live a life
of clean example
Somehow I ended up
with the remnants
of mistakes
and forgotten dreams
Maybe I will meet
Picasso in the next heaven
where I am a cube
of his former love-life,
strumming a guitar
in cubism
compare
painted brushes
and humbler
fantasies
and possibly
create a new
genre
I feel- as a tumbler
never stopping for even a small breath of air
hearts humbler
i curse my hell
never sure that it's really there
do tell
can you
know emotions-
true
i feel- as a tumbler
never sure that it's really there
true
Simple souls, they don’t know when to laugh
So they cry just in case
Secretly hoping to be remembered
As profound and empathetic
As it turns the other way round
This bitter experience appears
To be a knowledge of life, prompting them
To act important which only adds comicality.
But they never lose their simplicity
Unlike many of us, who have lost it
Without much care, and maybe
For a humbler reward, than expected.
We thought we lost the simple gift of toy,
The past turning years then quietly met us,
At last we found our treasure, bright and dear,
And learned our hearts had kept it all each day.
You claim such light must surely mean we’re dumb.
For life is rich with signs we come to know,
That joy returns when open hearts say yes.
Believed the loss had drained away our joy.
And showed our feet a wiser, humbler course.
A joy made whole the moment we could share,
Wonders that make us silly, laugh so gay
Than walking on through life half-dead and numb.
In time it lifts the truths it means to show,
Staying warm of heart is wiser off guess
We gild our days with restless gold,
Chasing coins that slip through time,
Faces polished, young or old,
Mirrors whispering their rhyme.
We climb the ladders built of praise,
Each rung a promise thin as air;
The crowd applauds for fleeting days,
Then turns to find another heir.
We drink from wells of borrowed grace,
Wanting more with every sip;
Yet every treasure we embrace
Crumbles slowly in our grip.
But when the noise dissolves to dust
And all illusions fade like fire,
We learn the things we chose to trust
Were shadows of a deeper higher.
For hearts find peace in humbler aims,
Not trophies dressed in false attire;
And wisdom softly, gently claims—
There’s freedom in forgetting desire.
It’s over now, I am at rest
This is my little home
With my head looking to the west
I’m lying here alone
I’m done, but did I ever live?
Nobody gives a damn
I had to take, I had to give
According to some plan
I don’t remember the details
I had that great idea
About getting on a plane
To fly to you, my dear
But fortune swiftly turned away
My passport was returned
Without a stamp, they changed the play
This was part of the plot
They didn’t charge, but criminate
Deprived me of my rights
Forever grateful for this fate
I didn’t curse and fight
It could have been much worse for me
I’m glad they didn’t seem
To know that we were living free
Inside our precious dream
So that was it, until one day
And afterwards it went
A little humbler role to play
More letters to unsent
You see us clearly from above
And in a broader view
Those ashes know about love
Perhaps more than we knew
You say we’ve gone a bit too far
I'm back, my little man
You must remember who we are
And what will happen then..
Here we are, our falsehoods are now through,
Did you claim your share from life’s clear view?
Erasing one name from this fragile world,
A name that history forever unfurled.
We left the village just the other day,
Yet for its warmth, we always long and pray.
Enjoying life in our own fleeting ways,
We’re all just bellies hauling earth’s clays.
In youth, we burned as flames in the night,
We bowed to no one, fought with all our might.
Self-centered, stubborn, and deaf to advice,
We plunged into troubles more than twice.
Now, youth and pride have both faded away,
Tamed, we follow life’s humbler way.
Like a flickering lamp that’s lost its glow,
Our fame has dimmed, nowhere left to go.
I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within,
You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness;
Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin,
Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...!
In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana,
You are accused of arousing sensuality too;
The Israelites, in each step, seeking flora and fauna,
The Bible says each one missed you, restlessness in them grew...!
One who wishes to kiss one's spouse should not eat you, they say,
Each dish of each little home, yet, dear, you make delicious:
Antioxidants, Blood Sugar, and the Digestive way,
Symbol of protection, memories... you are auspicious...!
Peel yourself selflessly... this is what every onion says,
Resurrection means crucifixion too in humbler ways...!!!
DELIBERATIONS
nonetheless
a deliberate
continuance
in
a
realisation
of
the
emotional
an exp!osive
apocalypse
to
mark
a
poignant
awareness
where
timeless
passions
&
idealogies
are
suspended
in
a
humbler
resurgent
inheritance
strengthened
transplanted
transfigured
&
tempered
by
valid unbroken
tradition
In the same month,
my husband had
two close encounters
with death.
First, a stray bullet
that landed a few inches
from where he was.
What are the odds!
Then a week later,
He had a small stroke.
It forces him to undergo
a carotid artery surgery.
Waiting for the surgery,
made us a bit anxious.
It was a good sign, to know
he had escaped death weeks before.
A period of profound teachings.
Trusting in “God-Universe”
Made the whole process easier.
We went with the flow.
He is recuperating now.
We are humbler.
Appreciate each other more.
Grateful with doctors,
nurses, family,
life in general...
Death was near.
Offering us another perspective.
The adventure of being alive.
Life never ceases to amaze us.
What manner of man is this, they asked,
Whom even the winds obey?
He speaks and calms the angry seas,
Yet He's humbler far than they.
To hear Him speak come thousands,
This man so meek and mild,
And yet throughout His busy life,
He still had time for a child.
They come to Him from miles around,
The sick, the lame, the blind,
And in one day He makes them whole,
Not even a scar could they find.
You've lived and supped with Me, He said,
Together we have slept;
And lo in spite of all I've done,
You don't know Me yet.
small bird evading predator
recognised me as its saviour
taking shelter between my feet
happen-chance soul uplifting, sweet
Gods miracles make us humbler
19-July-2021
Does lack of shame suggest I'm 'good' perhaps (or more a child)?
Does confident 'belief in God' prove that my home's God's Light,
or faith in 'my faith' shows I'm lost, bereft (with much to learn)?
Does Grace of Christ suggest shame's obsolescence (post His death)?
True 'faith in God' seems humbler stance that posits Grace (that's wild),
we cannot earn by faith or works; His gift - God's oversight.
Should shame I see, the trail of sin left in my wake not burn?
May God post smile at praise received, words cast by poem's breath!
Long Tooth
June 28th in 2021
How do I judge
people who wear fine clothes
with an attitude?
Hippocrates, nothing else!
I have worn trendy clothes
and made me look great,
many likes and compliments
I got that widened this
incredible smile part of my trait;
suddenly, sad eyes turned to happy eyes!
How do I deal with people
with excessive pride?
I become humbler than they should be,
and they never thought it was possible!
Being too proud keep us from being meek,
isn't this the true image most of us seek?
Can our humble attitude
be distinguished from that of the powerful
who amass fortunes to build another beautiful
mansion to satisfy their greedy
ego and be spoken of eloquently?
Will they experience inquietude?
I remain true to myself,
being glad for my achievements,
never feeling above the others who boast,
who pursue materialism with madness
and become self-proclaimed gods;
can their increase in wealth be another toast
to Ploutos who's different from a common elf?
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