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Rythmic vibrations announce your presence
Lain on my forest floor grave we string vision
Twigs produce laden pods with hidden houdinis
Never final spiral attaches leaving with giving
Listen to tidbits from beneath, decay's largess
Brittle as ripple's rise falls, influence is knitted
Ordain my grave with precious anise herb harvest
Tight packed tips pop tasty petals energetically
Keep confiding in me, vital as battle's bravery
Caress flowering faces which thrive beside us
Press your nose to cones bearing hairy havens
Straining stamen assure transient wasp respite
Blessed with increments, cartoon sun Tarragon
tires of shining, regards demise as sweet relief
Steadied by soil, I dream, free of days' distraction
Breathless ribs signal liberty selects peace
Expanse entrances limitations, opposites meld
Allowance transfers power, dominion widened
Tranquil spaces consecrate me, bolstered hopes held
Hungry dirt's coalesce is design demystified
Merry go round seasons negotiate masterful habitat
Marrow boosts accommodating limbs a century on
My eighth decade stumbled with health haphazard
Mighty Cedar Tree's grandour increases with duration
Permit yourself witness to our after life ability
Cedar's unseen feet reciprocate branches' drive
Pay tribute to tenacity as seeds drift dutifully
Leaves of a million siblings document triumph
Ego ran away in the middle of the night with my favorite mask.
I did not realize it was gone until morning
When I saw my bare face in the mirror
My twelve-year-old vulnerability with freckles.
I had not seen myself without protective covering for many moons
You cannot go out in public that way! I chastised myself.
You are too fearful, too delicate, too fragile.
Where is your mask?
The mask was long gone, eaten up by the hard-on-me-monster.
Ego apparently thought he was being too accommodating.
She wanted to turn him into a minion for herself.
I fastened a concrete wall around myself,
hoping to fool the masses into thinking I was a grown up.
What if there was a passage way down to the ocean
Tucked away within the wall an eroded cave
Cool breeze always in motion as azure, Turquoise Ocean swirls
Breathing in deep reflecting a show of rainbow mist as waves break the cliff face
A cave perfect for a dining room full of stunning unremarkable furnishings
White cotton linens, accent with fresh-cut blooms, and small center table lamps
Pale turquoise ribbon fastening place settings and napkins
Dinnerware and dishes embossed shells and starfish dusted in sandy bronze
Swim in a sea of pale turquoise
Providing guest with genuine friendly, welcoming staff
Chef de cuisine creating a gourmet menu of incredibly fresh ocean delicacies
I'd call it " A Touch of Ocean Breeze"
Prices that everyone can afford;
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Lobster
Oysters
Varity of wines
So much more
Pleasant and accommodating
You won’t be disappointed
9/28/2016
My imaginary restaurant - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Would it be
I thought I was happy
But I realized that I was lying
Pain inside of me digs a grave
A grave for me to enter
I'm tired of being fake
When sorrows have befriended me
I'm broken yet I pretend to be okay
Deeply corroded by this toxic life
My heart is black
No longer red like it was suppose to be
I have even ran out of tears
Because of the grieve that I am
Would it be wrong if I
If I hung myself up with a rope
Just to end this misery
To put an end to this pain
Would it be wrong if I
Overdosed pills till the bottle went empty
Just to set myself free
To unfold what is on the other side of life
Would it be wrong if I
Drank something toxic till my organs shredded
Just to be happy on the other side
To be in a place which is more accommodating
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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono
A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back to an instant, springing forth that word grasped first in mumblings made by a question from what comes later.
Hawaiiana has amongst the narrowed rudiments containing 12 alphabets; 7 consonants; H - K - L - M - N - P - W, plus 5 vowels; A - E - I - O - U. In its wake, Hawaiians have improvised their grammar by accommodating words to include more than one meaning, it is known as, "equivocal". A different way of supplementing their shortfall via letterings is by repeating words, whereto, two aspects emerge, firstly and the most prevalent variant of Hawaiiana repeats is, word pluralization, simply by adding the 's' at the end, sort of speak. Then secondly is word emphasization, or best to be known as, word empowerment.
"Ho'o" is an energetic prefix, in and of itself though insignificant in the Hawaiiana context as a stand-alone word, implying "to make or making". In this example, the base word, "pono", is an equivocal word. In no respective order, first; moral qualities, uprightness, and decency. Second; a clear understanding, completeness, and being thorough. Third; correctly fulfilled, proper procedures, and accuracy. Fourth; prosperity, welfare, benefit, and equity. There remain several meanings that essentially are extensions of the foregoing.
Nevertheless, when the base word is repeated, then "Ho'oponopono" basically means to, "make right a wrong". The Hebrews call it "Kaphar".
Back to mumbling and anticipation as a kid faced up to grownup legs. A worn grimace is yon about pause steadily. Quizzative looks around the room and tempts a peek past the formidable figure that blocks nearly the whole of him. The aged utter clarity, "E pule ho'oponopono kakou", (Let us pray for correcting our wrongdoing), afterward, an amended kid embraces the closing answer, "Ae, ho'omaika'i ia oe", (Yes, victory is yours). On the whims of a pendulum, Ho'oponopono wanes as a learnt man winds a clock up to speed.
2021 May 28
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
(“Original Mind”, 2017, original mixed media encaustic)
Tathagata and the Paradox of Being
There is no death in samsara
Unless you are in samsara…
Mind is free and always has been
free to bind and enslaved itself
Perhaps first in play or accident
But then eventually in habit.
Mind is like the sky
Open and accommodating
And ultimately unhindered or blemished
In any way by obscuring clouds.
Reality on the ground however,
Is a whole nother story,
The way every region on Earth
With its different climates and peoples
Is in fact completely and qualitatively different!
The range of suffering in samsara
Is infinite and individual.
The range of what is beyond suffering
Is the opposite; uniform and universal.
(11/29/24)
SHAPE OF MIND : WATERY
Water existing in three natural forms
shows three different shapes,
as liquid to fit in shape of container.
When water freezes, comes in solid state:
Ice, glacier, iceberg, snow, hails appear in varied configuration.
Water turning vapor escapes in limitless contour.
Mind resembling water exhibits three patterns.
Being affirmative, assertive, gallant, aggressive,
envious or revengeful mind solidifies in stern attitude.
Rigid mind in solid texture showing dynamism,
acts harsh if needed.
When compassionate, kind, jovial or rippling in love,
mind melts drifting in dreamy stream of emotion.
accommodating and welcoming like liquid water flow
Transcending to sensual spiritual mode
mind entwines with soul soaring high
in ecstatic vapour of ethereal glow.
Wonderful water initiating Life.
Marvelous mind controlling life- long journey.
Both run in same three styles flashing human profile.
If not polluted, stands sterile.
06/24/ 21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
Contest by Mark Toney
Affectionate – show fondness and tenderness
Brave – ready to face and endure danger or pain
Cheerful – happy and optimistic
Dependable – trustworthy and reliable
Energetic – powerfully operative
Faithful – loyal and steadfast
Generous – readiness to give or share
Handy – skillfully useful
Industrious – diligent and hard-working
Jovial – cheerful and friendly
Kind – generous and considerate
Loving – show love or great care
Manly – masculine qualities of strength, courage
Nurturing – care for and encourage growth
Open – accommodating attitude or opinion
Passionate – easily affected by intense emotion
Quick – prompt to understand or learn
Rugged – have toughness and determination
Spiritual – concerned with religious values
Talented – have natural aptitudes or skills
Understanding - tolerant and forgiving
Vigilant – keep careful watch for trouble or danger
Wise – show experience and good judgment
Xenial – hospitable to guests and strangers
Yeasty – exuberantly creative
Zealous – have great energy or enthusiasm
June 8, 2015
Contest: My Dream Date
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Found him! We'll be married 65 years come June 2023!
Oh, what a grand and glorious bore,
This mortal treadmill, evermore!
I wake to stretch my aching spine,
And check the hour-hand’s slow decline.
The coffee drips, the toaster pops,
The endless cycle never stops.
I stare into the steaming brew,
And ask, “Is this all I must do?”
To work, to spend, to earn, to buy,
To fold my laundry, smile, and sigh;
To dodge the traffic, check the mail,
And watch my fragile savings fail.
Oh, how my weary, heavy head,
Doth plot its coup against the bed!
I dream of sweet, unending sleep,
Where no appointments make me weep.
No meetings shouting through the screen,
No bosses asking what I mean.
No spam arriving by the score,
No salespeople at the door.
Just silence, vast and deep and wide,
With nothing more to hide or hide.
No bills to pay, no weight to lose,
From no devastating news to choose.
The poets rave of starry skies,
Of love and light and butterflies.
But give me just the quiet tomb,
A most accommodating room!
No chattering birds at morning’s break,
No sudden reasons to awake.
Just horizontal, still, and flat,
I’d gladly trade my soul for that.
Let others sprint to claim the prize,
And scale the peaks to reach the skies.
Let politicians rant and rave,
I’d rather plan a cozy cave.
A plot of dirt, devoid of stress,
My singular, sublime address.
No traffic jams, no queues in hell,
Just undisturbed, eternal rest.
Let kingdoms fall and empires rust,
And all our grand designs turn to dust,
I shall not care, nor drop a tear,
For I won’t know—and wouldn’t hear.
Oh, slumber’s sweet, unbroken chain,
My one defense against the strain!
I look upon the peaceful deep,
And long to join the endless sleep.