Slow and serene could I walk at the jheel
If wore on my visage a pleasant smile,
Relaxed to core, deep-set laity to feel,
When weary thoughts were left behind to pile.
A seed of joy within sprouts peace and love,
What a perennial source in life it is!
But not for me in rush, ever on move,
Ever on rise a buoyant sea to seize.
Life’s leisured walk, a sprint nor blindfold race,
If to reflect I opt for peaceful pause
That puts me in prime touch with inmost face,
Where’s joy in chasing a gossamer gauze?
Too bad, it dawns to me on a late day
That there's no way to joy, joy is the way.
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Sonnet |03.08.11, revised January 2025| joy, journey
Poet’s note: A jheel (Hindi) is a shallow, sprawling lake.
A straight line, laity,
And crooked one quite weighty,
In topsy-turvy
A poetic metre’s world,
Friend, why be such a straight bird?
And why so long winding
Where a crooked line softness shows,
One straight, harshness and stress,
In world of woes, oh warped that goes,
Where a crooked line softness shows—
In such an awkward world of woes,
What use straightforwardness
Where a crooked line softness shows,
One straight, harshness and stress!
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Triolet |12.07.2023| poetry, world
Poet’s note: What Tanka takes five short and sweet lines, a Triolet takes eight and longer ones.
Old Persian expedition of eight ships
Eight hundred soldiers on board with whips
Traveled and vanquished Aksumites of good gesture
People of worship, peace and humane nature
Aksum of ivory and gold
Many stories, forgotten and untold
Ripped of faith, freedom and sold
Queen of beauty blazed houses of the laity and cold
Forty years all devouts left defenseless and bleak
On the frail grounds under scorching sunny peak
Yet stones of faith stood tall over the weak
Images of the Cross on coins, strong faith
of the banished people speak
Cairns of unnamed heroes and heroines of faith
Christians of unity, subjects of the saith
Above all afflictions and tribulations from the cursed breath
Bright lights dwell on good, strong souls
chained by shadowed wraith
be holy for I am holy
our Lords spoke to Moses
of priests
&the holy
sacrifices&
cleanliness
&laity in worship
orientated for all
our Lords spoke to Moses
of the presence
of God
permanent
yet localised
a tent of appointment
a visual rendez-vous
to tabernace anew
our Lords spoke to Moses
to be holy
not commonplace
purified
sanctified
a perpetual call
to all
our Lords spoke to Moses
of sacrifice for sin
supposing of blessing
&curses
a twin
our Lords spoke to Moses
of allegiance&redemption
in
covenant&pledge
changing of ways
&
reciprocation
instead
our Lords spoke to Moses
in
scripture inspired
of love
to others
neighbours
heartfelt
with strength
mind&soul
to
seek out
completeness
divine grace
face-face
A pyramid of stones and a beam of steel
Can't stand in my way,
I will find a route.
Guns, rigid laws and distance,
Can't interrupt my search for you,
I will press harder.
I've been drilled on how to combat forces,
Fighting me without knowing how to win,
I will rather die than give up.
I feel pains and have been betrayed,
My heart bleeds in anguish sometimes,
But I'm still persevering.
I've tasted fear and my share of cruelty,
Cried like a disfellowshipped laity,
I still need you.
My wish is to hold you tight every night and day,
Because I want you to stay,
The world is too cold,
We can still be warm and as well grow old.
Let me build my world around you till the end of time,
It's not a crime,
The past is gone,
The future is a dream,
All I got is now and
With you by my side, I need no other heaven.
A Stewart Annie Everestus 's poem © 2019
For my imaginary future wife.
DEITY FOR LAITY or THE RELUCTANT ATHEIST
Oh! must we talk of God? Myself I think I’d sooner look
At what I perceive without a preconceived idea, prescription
We could quote the words of others since they’re written in a book
That proclaims that it alone contains the holy true description
Or could speculate with reason on what ought to be the truth
Using Boolean equations, syllogisms by the dozen
Draw Venn diagrams and mind maps, argue then with words uncouth
That He really must exist - or on the other hand He doesn’t
So I’ll stick with what I know and that’s including Thou and thine
Tell me of your own cognition, I’ll esteem your clear sincerity
Also those who’s lives I’ve known for whom I’d use the word “ Divine”
And that’s good enough for me ‘till I perceive a higher verity
I accept this world originates in one or more creator
But am cautious to endorse a sole, benevolent, Dictator
Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them
Calumny is a sin which consists in maliciously attributing to another faults
detects which he did not posses
A person commits the sin of calumny or
slander when by lying he injures the good name of another
Laity is a member of the Church that does not belong to the clerical
religious state
Unity is what all people of God is supposed to be in His only Catholic
Roman Catholic Church.
Mass is given from Jesus Christ only Roman Catholic Church
New Covenant is the law and dispensation of Jesus Christ
opposed to the Old Covenant of Moses which it infinitely surpassed
superseded
fulfilled
Yahweh refers to the proper name of God
"WHO AM"
12172011
The Sphinx, an early Egyptian god
With head of a man and feline’s bod
Was a helpless kind of deity
Of no use to priest or laity.
God was angered by the golden calf,
But the silly sphinx just made him laugh,
A toy to toss to nearest stars
To land at last on Planet Mars.
It lies there in nonentity
A rock without identity
Forgotten with other rocks around it
Until technological camera found it.
.
For Carolyn's Sphinx contest
won 6th place
How will eyes take these sights of our page into your head...brimming us into shape,
Shapening us into a Perfect and Humble salient form,
We gave time for much Travel,Leisure and more of our attending grace,
Highands,No sights of second world war Brigands...Sahara,Sahel,Atacama and Two salient
hold downs.
The days are drawing nigh For Roman Ranks...Spartan hands...Laity of peace,
Those Jabociks,Bejovics,Seignors and Two plates of Mastedons,
All washed down with half a glass of strng "Jacob's Troubles-On-The-Rocks",
Is that my callup to a more Imperial post of 'Two Royal seats and a crown' How good how
Comely...let's thank God for his Awesomeness,His grace and In our life HIS Radiant FACE.
Nucleic fused words...Fragile was what they labeled it,
Agile was the very Verb your Human Monkeys use to keep guard on Earth's Territorial
Jagged Fronters,
Science and Ficton who endorsed the patent to Run-on two like..and Unlike poles.
The evident Race against a Heart's Pace.
Don’t you scold,
She is not bold,
The weakest sentiment,
She cannot contain!
A fresh rosy colour--
Of emaciated cheeks,
Contrasting rings somber,
Besieging the sunken eyes,
Her limbs slender,
Akin to a moon beam tender,
Complexion pallid,
Gaze languid,
The stature stunted,
The chest movements restricted,
Imperceptible fever,
With occasional shiver,
The ‘delicate’ personality,
Described by the laity!
Well! She is certainly frail,
Alas! Medically, a plaintive tale!
Bravado and gaiety,
Marked the laity,
They were intoxicated,
From the problem they had been extricated,
There was a man,
Who was the swan,
Among celebrating also swams,
He gesticulated victorious,
And puffed and smelled the air,
His chest was pulled out,
As he marshaled his winning army about,
The folk jumped, danced and laughed,
Their future was free and well graphed,
Their year long fears were buried and dead,
This man had braved and stemmed the rot,
The drunken day went on for its 24 hours,
The man was lifted on shoulders that day,
And on the next there were suggestions to “lift” him in society,
However something was not right,
His lieutenants were not feeling bright,
They thought they had as much fought,
And deserved the “trophy” sought,
They conspired and brought the hero down,
His opportunities were stolen,
As juniors sighted not a pint but the full gallon,
They grabbed all that was offered him,
And became the controlling generals,
They let him be,
And run errands to their fancies and whims,
The hero had won foreign unknowns,
But in his own land he was brutally drowned.
Timidity pronounced them timorous,
Stout hearted glanced askance on their lot,
Scare of fear chagrined their visage,
Gladiators belittled their blushes,
As they sunk deeper into quagmire of luxuries,
They became laughing stock of laboring laity,
They proclaimed theirs was high echelon,
Those below clamored to take over reigns,
Deceit ,manipulation,greed and gluttony,
Turned into their notorious traits,
They fed on powers that were benign and flailing,
With fissures of disunity and discontent,
Entrenching themselves swiftly,
Each of them weighed what they had and what not,
Forgotten in this miasmic amnesia was their purpose and work,
Those below clamored to take over reigns,
The ruling had to be revolted against and were,
Those that took over became ruling and sprang to top rungs,
Till time came for populace to bleed and show their hearts wrung,
The society had reversed once more and will do so again and again.