From the womb it seems I birthed into a cocoon
Cant say I had known for sometime I was alive
Much learnt whilst unaware for almost four years
My memories say I'm one calendar says I'm five
Things that seemed important over sixty years ago
The latest shaped shoes or a top ten hit parade song
At fifteen peer pressure shaped how I would behave
Learning to discover where I would eventually belong
No manuals to assist a father raise three young children
Imparting to dependants the way I had been mentored
Dealing with an aggressive workplace, finances and self
At thirty overwhelmed, swearing in this poem is censored
A new century arrived grandfathering is such a blessing
Responsibilities of existence have largely been lightened
Now turned fifty still feeling some traces of distant youth
A positive outlook on life has recently become heightened
Having reached the age of seventy over eight years ago
As an alternative thinker there is a chance I am outcast
I am far removed from alignment with majority opinion
Rejecting thoughts postulating how much time I might last
All candles tall and short,
Whether stout or very slim,
Do but always impart
Light, which is never ever dim.
Watch the roses grow,
They don’t mind the thorns.
Seen the lotus glow,
Ne’er the slush it scorns.
So too must we shine,
In our own little way,
For in God’s own time
Our actions will repay.
Ne’er be disheartened,
If your contributions seem small.
As burdens are lightened,
By the sincere efforts of all!
Copyright © by Crystal David John
A single white rose
remains in her garden
as if guarding her last breath
and the laugh that lightened
a garden into a legendary
sanctuary of sacred place,
lengthening time
and creating memories
of precious moments
that passing time cannot erase~
still marked to remind
by a single white rose.
Definition of Reset Language:
1.When perspectives
Are in need of modification.
2. To ensure lightened thought
And symmetry of wave-length.
Examples:
"What crazy lives we live!"
"Can you believe the extent of existence!"
"What insufficient buckets we hold!"
"Don't even start!"
"The lance of time swifts mysteriously."
"It's all in the game."
"C'est la vie!"
3. See ya in the gumbo.
A meadow awaits its springtime march
where my feet wander along
like one holy pilgrimage: a nettle drifts
without blame or sense of pity,
leaves lingering on trunks reddened
by the kiss of clay glossy
in a mad desire to wake, wake
dawn flowing with herbage.
I trace how flaming in amber this weed
crawls in wild, unbridled streaks
of lightened mud, part ground, part wind :
Twilight sings the break of newborn day
where this nettle crawls alone, not lonely;
its slithering frame posed to rule over blooms
a nymph perhaps trailblazing in abandon--
that being in this ethereal space rouses
both pleasure and piety within my bones…
while the soil's womb bears more weeds.
*
Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
_/\_
A deep hearty view about "just kidding"
Can relate silence to dying feeling's quest,
Dreaming of moments to seal nice bidding...
Love can't crave less what its morales suggest.
A blunt crazy truth against "I don't know"
Can give knowledge to doubt, gentle mind mash,
Staging unseriousness as lucid blow...
Storm try tempts its unaware violent splash.
A calm norm while approaching "I don't care"
Can bail out tricks peace held in cell for long,
Shaping bravery to tackle inmost flare...
Misguided to depend on pointless wrong.
A painful but emotional "it's okay"
Can't lead on a dark grief to lightened fray.
In this world of heartless consumption
waste of human life to the whipsaw;
children shot dead while at recess
never did so little mean so much
then when a deer in a field
saw you and you him
nothing mattered
as neither blinked.
Self-righteous take aim,
the pious obey at the sight
non-believers stare but afraid
little orbs of shimmering lights,
admiring all in the wafting shade,
stars peek and rage during the loss;
stunning was how twilight was made,
as teary eyes peer at the lightened cross.
just now, how your smile
lightened my day and did chase
dark shadows away
Coffee with minty taste
Heavy cream with a cinnamon delight
Often I expect to seek stars among the sky
Deeply I trust in Love found deep inside
I recall flashes of light
I remember striving and fright
Lost in the flames I became an ocean of Love
Adoring the truth I became my own star
Knighted by heavens above
I sought out wavy nights
yummy cook stars prepare the flavor of peace
Echoes enhance my quaking merth
Verily I enjoy your friendship my pal
Indeed I sought only elections of inner hope
I have seen the flight of the Concord
it's eagles wings drew flames kissing my lips so sweet
in the walk to embrace my moon my star my light
Blue eyes lightened by tasty good truth
A swamp-still water
Weighed down of sorrows'
Winter-long stare
Does what of this now
Reflective bare.
Hearts, re-lit as twere.
A far sky-swept bird's;
In snipe; ibis.
And those, now lightened.
As glad for this!
banyule wetlands
Time was when three wise monkeys
lightened the world with their deeds.
One covered his gentle eyes,
barring all evil from sight.
His name was Mizaru
and he taught humanity
the quiet strength of restraint.
Then came the second one..
Kikazaru, his name.
He heard no evil,
hands shielding both ears,
spreading the fragrance of righteousness;
he sat there like a saint.
And then at last Iwazaru arrived,
bearing the bright gift of optimism.
By closing his mouth, he spoke
no evil, no negativity.
So long they guided the world,
casting their soft, wise light.
Then a clever human merged them..
and a strange new device was born:
no see, no hear, no speak.
Holding it, we think we grow wise.
In our pockets, in our purses,
it makes the world so silent..
Mizaru, Kikazaru, Iwazaru reborn,
their wisdom compressed into a soft glowing screen.
the trombone had never been more appreciated or loved
frog dressed up in his best striped pants, his hands well gloved
took the instrument to the bog and began to play a merry tune
the evening was lightened by the brilliant light of the harvest moon
kinfolk had no idea how talented he was, their relative, Chay
his own mother was stunned at his ability; she met a new son that day
He did not stop at the trombone, he learned to play drums and the strings.
Then he ran off to Arkansas to play with an orchestra, in Hot Springs.
She is in silver colored clothes,
Alike the flowing moonlights
Slithering on the surface of ice
Of the pond, feelings are frozen
And melting by the dazzling flare
To restore ripples lingering again
Into meek crystal hares
Wandering in your gaze
With full of glimmering lights
My shyness find no place to hide
And my soul helpless seized
I noticed them as lively as the breeze
And as vivacious as the lightened opal
And your body winding as the hills,
Both its highness and convexity fit math
I am unsure if I flee away anymore
Floating fond with this natural elf around
I wish I can fly as you do, but I can't
Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds
motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis
Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obscure a causal willy horizon, enjambment
An absorbed night and a maiden skyline trembling fearful and uneasy
Again and again, a sudden surge of lightened whims, whistleblower preposition
Lightning followed by lightning struck in series, cacophony of the call lit up the dark oblivion
Trembling and shaking, the tempest and the gala, in the twinkle of an eye, on and on
Darkest deep overshadowed the heap , black and the glory
The clouds and the thunderbolt , a sleepy sky , speechless and without a clue
Awakened all of a sudden ,a bit salt of the poseidon, turner of the muse and the seven seas.
Raga: Megh mollar
Taal : Trital
Composition (Bangla 1289)
Composition: (AC 1882)
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