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ALPHA BETA

ALPHA BETA

As I understand it
Back in the distant past
Communication was at first, verbal
Distinct, if limited
Every tribe began with its own
Finding it a challenge across boundaries
Getting an understanding, the first step
However difficult it may have been
In delving deep into facial expressions
Just as tribes began to share stories
Kinsfolk with greater vision
Laid down a simple written code
More in glyphs than modern letters
Now established across most of the world
Of course, there are still subtle differences
Perhaps enough to make it interesting
Questioning whether a common principle applied
Revealing a basic alphabet at its core
Some solid basis to record words in writing
Twenty six or so the most popular
Understanding was now assumed
Vested in those who learned to read
Whatever their motivation
X-ray vision was not required
Youth instructed by their elders
Zest for poetry soon followed

Wild Birds

I’m a very early riser  - the first settler’s 
alarm clock you might say- 
If you haven’t heard my native name 
Wiradjuri guuguubarr- That’s OK
you would know me as a Kookaburra.

You’ll often hear me laughing with my kinsfolk 
from treetops to greet the morning
Then at day’s end we bid it a fond goodbye-
with a jovial, raucous chorus.
You could mistake it for human laughter 
but it isn’t imitation- we’ve been laughing this way 
since the beginning of creation.

I have a diet that will often make people shudder.
I can eat a 3 foot snake and then go looking for another.
I stun it first by dropping it — then whack it on a tree
And then, believe me — I swallow it — carefully.

I blend in well with the bushland
bark brown and dappled shades
You can’t see me in the gumtrees—that is
until my laughter gives me away.

Not This Rose

I saw a dazzling rose,
Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me.
She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard,
And punctured the cocoon of my innocence.  

My heart burnt for a feel of her spangled petals,
My ferocious passions lost their sturdy grip on restraint as
I, like a pollen-famished bee, sniffed her whiff;
I gorged on her rosy scent, like a Don Quixote.

Then, I plucked her off the tribal bough;
And navigated the Nile River with her,
Tacked in the valves of my heart,
For a cross boarder allogamy.

What a welcome from my kinsfolk!
Furrows ridging the faces of my kinsmen,
Spittle of disgust masticating the hungry soils,
Grey beards wagging and waging a silent war;
 Alien!

A Cup Runneth Over

When I hear the chirping of bizarre birds in the morning,
And see the sun gently rising; golden rays adorning;
And feel the graciousness of the almighty upon me,
Who, by his abundant mercy, gave me a day to see;
My heart overflows with joy like water from Angel-falls,
From unknown, brightest heaven, for a fullness of life, calls...!

Neither in riches did I crawl; nor in poverty, blaze; 
Health and wealth, like rhythm in a melody, filled my days;
Love of kinsfolk, like honey from flowers, I did cherish, 
Sorrows and sufferings, though like moths appeared, did perish;
Respect and reputation, like shadows, walked with me, 
Fears and panics, like flies before fire, fearfully flee...!

I have my values; I live them; I find my goal attained; 
My body, mind and soul are nourished; I never feel chained;
God-given potentials keep me young; I esteem my strengths,
Each moment has its surprises; joys have no breadths and lengths;
Mindfulness has been minding me; I am Zen in my deeds;
Gratitude has become my concord; God sees to my needs...!


5 July 2022

Woman

??WOMAN??
O Marvellous creation of the Supreme,     
Created in leisure and held in high Esteem. 

Words fall short to describe your grace, 
O Beautiful soul, all colours of life, you embrace. 

Packed with abundant endurance, 
You hold all your kinsfolk without severance. 

Adorned with passion and emotion,
Embellish a man's life with devotion.

No doubt, Women is the nature's best creation, 
Without whom, the world would be in great commotion. 

YOGITA

Death Took Toll On My Father

He was reclining cold and motionless 
Silence reigned as it signalled a torment
I prostrated and remained quiet, wordless
My mother's elegy evoked lament. 
As the days passed, he started deforming
Lifeless body lay hardened but mounted,
To the neighbours gathered, went informing
Of the subtlety of very life, bewitched. 

Kinsfolk followed you till crematorium
With prayers of praise in warm condolence 
Soul shall find solace with honorarium 
Through your religious deeds in governance
As the bodily disappearance calls, 
Just flash of fiery ignition that brawls.




©?????Khachab Dorji????

Holiday Happiness

The holidays arrive with fall’s last call,
As frost’s glazed fingers tuck in frozen earth. 
Thanksgiving gathers kinsfolk one and all,
With memories and fun beyond mere worth.

The calendar soon finds December late,
With Christmas joy and greetings all at hand.
Details to tend to prior to that date,
But season’s meaning – do we understand?

A New Year may refresh our souls and roles,
With resolutions we all hope to keep.
By weighing more than just our wants and goals,
Improved relationships we’ll sow and reap.

By smartly skipping season’s snares of strife,
Our holidays give happiness for life.


10/9/18

Post Summer Solstice 2018

(stock up on photons while they last)!

Reduction asper daylight hours to worship
will immediately arise after
     2018 North American orbital trip,
viz zits summer solstice (human primal
     solar deification) riding astride spaceship
Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem 

     Thursday June 21st noticeably slip
ping thru space beginning to harvest
     incremental darkness as Gaia rip
pulls across wrinkle in time 
     daylight will undermine a loss,

     and over the next month approximately jip
ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol  
     quotidian solar rays, by one hour
     and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds),
     thence trumpeting seriously 
     moonlighting re:

     getting down to brass tacks business - grip
ping a markedly steadfast advancement,
     whence August arrives (watch out),
     cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip,
and clock about two minutes per diem,
     quite a substantial blip.

Kismet

Kismet

Kick your heals for joy as
kindly fate bestows a
kit bag empty of woes.
Kindness brings calm life to
kinsfolk that don’t cause strife.
Karmic seeds once sowed are
keys to good fortune owed.
.
3/9/17

Pleiades K
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman

Minster Lovell

The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime                                               
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod 
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl 
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.

Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.                    
His church endures, the crumbling building stands, 
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill; 
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?

Minster Lovell

The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime                                               
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod 
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl 
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.

Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.                    
His church endures, the crumbling building stands, 
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill; 
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?

Minster Lovell

The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime                                               
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod 
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl 
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.

Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.                    
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands, 
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill; 
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?

                    *********

...a ruined Abbey on the outskirts of Oxford, UK
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016

Minster Lovell

The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime                                               
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod 
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl 
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.

Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.                    
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands, 
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill; 
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?

Minster Lovell

The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime                                               
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod 
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl 
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.

Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.                    
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands, 
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill; 
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?

                    *********

...a ruined Abbey on the outskirts of Oxford, UK

Jack Frost

 JACK FROST.  


           
              J ourneyer of jazzy winter in a jovial mood comes Jack
              A rouses aspiration in little angels for snow fight balls
              C asting crystallizing icicles on icy forest and crispy lands
              K aleidoscope of frozen frost,kisses goodbye to kinsfolk of rain


              F rosty,fecund,fur favouring but gets ferociously frozen at times
              R hapsodic winter lovers go skiing along the snow ground razzmatazz
              O odles of snow,oncoming chills,skating thrills in his strolls offers Jack
              S himmering silvery snowful scenario adds to the shine of Jack's abode
              T roubadour of winterland prooves to be God's trustworthy tycoon.






               P.S-May GOD bless you all with a wonderful winter.
               Contest:Jack Frost
               Sponsor:Shadow Hamilton
               3.12.2015

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