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Noiseless Thunder
by Odin Roark
Hearing the footsteps of one’s genealogy,
the pounding of bare feet, sandal and boot,
the rise of malevolent dust and vacuous screams,
such is not ancient history preserved for present day,
but the noiseless thunder of nocturnal magic
some of us try to endure,
aware that what we visualize is just
images needing somewhere to be placed,
respected,
honored,
even though at times,
consciously hated.
Commercial identity calls it: skeletons in the closet.
But some of us say it is foresight,
A desperation to deal with realities unresolved,
To be with what might be,
With what at times we wish had never been.
Even though…
Most readily heard in the quiet of aloneness
Is that clamorous hidden place,
Where one’s mind,
One’s heart,
That conundrum of sentience,
Desperately searches for that secret attic hideaway.
Some know where it is,
This unresolved awareness of time,
This clock that is always running down,
Never advancing as in some sci-fi make-believe.
Some of us even know it’s just where it needs to be...
A noiseless thunder making us move…
Maybe even grow.
Ouch.... Forgot to enter the contest.... This has happened many a time.... a sure sign of advancing age :( :(
Riding down on the wheels of Time,
Through the bends and curves of weary life,
Pleasure it was to halt awhile,
At the start of life as a little kid,
Much we enjoyed those carefree days,
With fun and frolic all around,
Nothing to bother and none to nag,
Far removed from staring gaze
Great it was to ‘dwell’ inside,
The house we built with twigs and leaves.
We donned the guise of ‘Dad and Mom’,
And ate the dish, we cooked instant.
Fun it was to play ‘Hide and Seek’,
With friends reversing the roles in turn,
The cop chasing the thief in hide,
And the thief evading the cop in chase
Foolish it was to bury beneath,
Many a coin-shining bright,
With hopes to see them sprout some time,
Yielding thousands for the autumn pick.
As the rain comes tumbling down,
With water filling every pond and well,
We devised far brighter schemes,
To enjoy life in better ways
We caught the ants and lady birds,
And put them inside paper boats,
We watched them being set afloat,
Over the muddy puddles left by rain
With thrill gripping every nerve,
And wonder glistening our curious eyes,
We caught the ‘Minnows’ one by one,
Those trapped within the towel spread
Picking each with careful hands,
We moved them into a tiny pond.
Darting down and coming up,
We watched them, swim all around.
Little things and petty scenes,
Thus filled our hearts with instant joy
Life never seemed dull or drab,
With each day holding its own charm,
Bliss it was that childhood state,
But sad, it remained a brief interlude,
Staying here on this distant shore of life,
The other side seems greener far!
(I started writing poems only from 2007. Before that I never knew I could write poetry. It was a time when I was bedridden for about four months. Overcome by dejection and boredom, I started writing poems to while away my time. Later it became a passion for me. This is one of my earliest writes in 2007)
March .9. 2022
The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Natasha L Scragg
A future without boundaries
A future without assurance
A future without obscurities
A future without reliance
The many things told to believe
The many things told to remain hidden
The many things told to achieve
The many things told to question
Place in a world advancing
How are parents ever right?
Beings in a world made remaining
Was I not taught to hide?
I ought to be alright until I don’t believe
This make-believe world everyone lives
The many needs upon average to perceive
Is everyone else always a judgement to achieve?
I rather a future without
Rather a me then to follow
The stupid rules men create to doubt
Rather I be poor and shallow
His love’s gesture is highlighted by the precious Scripture
…my God I praise; He directs my faith’s venture.
Revealing His mercy’s steadfastness
…my Saviour I thank; He forgives me in my sinfulness.
Since His works wondrously delight
…my Creator I honour; He shows His miracles clear to my sight.
Ceaselessly offering His unfailing grace
…my Father I trust; He seals my welfare by His marvelous embrace.
Guiding with omniscience along His best wisdom
…my Master I follow; He leads my footsteps in advancing His kingdom.
With His powerful presence
…my Friend I need; He attends to my prayer-incense.
Without Him, I am nothing*
…my Lord Jesus Christ I esteem more than anything.
John 15:5 “I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.”
February 28, 2019
My eyes
Inseparably focused
On the plain, colorless canvas
And yet
Still ideating
A bright, elucidating palette,
The golden curls
Falling over the strong, pensive face
Shown glancing
At something unseen,
“Oh,” I wonder,
“What might it be that fixates you so?”
Do you heed caution?
Perhaps an undisclosed epiphany?
Or is it fear
Which makes your broad jaw drop?
The great, big arms
Spread wide open
Like a pair of ivory wings
To either assist
In advancing
Or eluding,
Have you shared this secret
With another?
Else, it is your intention
To keep silent
And allow time
To take its turbulent course.
"When I stare out into the sea, watching its changing moods, I see the reflection of life there and think of life's tumult and tussle on one side and its ease and peace on the other." _ By Poet
When the world begins to close in on me,
I walk to the beach, not too far away.
The sea, ever alluring and new
Yet never changing, sprawls before me.
A sight to ease my weary heart!
The chilly breeze blowing,
The jets of water, dispersing in smoky spray,
The tides rushing to cleanse the feet-
All so thrilling, offering a calm serenity to me.
Sometimes the billows break and roar,
Creating a wild mayhem
Sometimes, the sea lies quiet with no upsurge,
Producing a steady repeating and fading rhythm
When I hear the tinkling sound,
The gentle waves and wavelets produce,
I am reminded of a maiden’s anklets chiming,
As she inches ahead with steps demure
And heart pounding, to her bridal chamber
On her first nuptial night with dreams galore
At times, the tides become thuds of footsteps,
Down the long corridors of time
Tolling minutes and hours away
Thus, the waves advancing and receding,
And the sea, boisterous and brooding in turn,
Remind me of the eternal flux of life,
And the inevitable ups and downs, we all experience!
April.10.2023
~Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘S’ Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
For this tribute poem, my heart exclaims:
Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
The Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.
Mom: being the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
You exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.
Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert, and Sis. Ming, “kapatids” so dear
How fortunate am I to be assured of your presence so near.
Relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles within and outside clan’s group chat-brace
God’s blessings be with you, reached-out by His redemption grace.
Mentors, teachers, leaders: your earnestness of life-building impact
Keeps me fulfilling influential educator-role by faith with blissful act.
Friends: Actual and virtual, online and on-site ... you're appreciated
Midst your warm partnership for which I'm gratefully elated.
Brethren and sisters in the Lord: let’s fulfill His will, exalting His name
Serving as light and salt by His enablement, advancing heavenly aim.
Orphanage family: with the Saviour’s compassion and provisions that abound
You’re my home where His grace is maximized till we hear the trumpet sound.
The ALPHA AND OMEGA of my being: Without YOU, my GOD, I’m nothing
Since You’re my life, my all-sufficiency*; thanks for everything.
*2Corinthians 3:5 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God.
November 11, 2020
"The Eagle has landed”
Apollo 11 lunar module named “Eagle”
prediction defied naysayers ain't no boon
dog gull announced successful landing
while voice of Ole Blue eyes did croon
in Sea of Tranquility on moon
sometime about high noon
halting advancing armies
from one after another platoon
set down pontoon
bridges across the river Kwai (dune
axe why, the spatial event
July 20, 1969 witnessed great withered
figureheads regaled American dignitaries
even many an centenarian old prune,
plus lovely bones as skeletal rune
none other than remains formerly
Robert Hutchings Goddard exhumed
subsequently astronaut Neil Armstrong
uttered "That's one small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind,"
though skeptics good n plenti
claimed hue moon phase
would never become crater!
Three astronauts gravitated,
celebrated accomplished fete
instrumental proffering accolades
glock o' spiel trumpeted didgeridoo
courtesy King of rock and Queen
arduous encapsulated endeavor
spurred ravenous appetite
they got the moon cheese
lunar than later nibbled moonpie
washed down with spot of tea.
Heroes welcome greeted
podcast linkedin crew
upon their successful
accomplished impossible mission
returned to umble Earth
bootlegged moonshine stowed
within light saddle
sore ring hearts skipped beat
felt over the moon,
nonetheless by George underwent
thoroughly good medical examination
afflicted with minor malady,
not deemed more serious
than cardiovascular lunar tick.
Fast forward Fifty Earth orbitz chock
full of journeys light years distant pock
marked little uninhabited rock
quite quaint outer limits mostly schlock
of twilight zone by Spock,
he of Starship Enterprise.
No hint what prospects doth lie ahead
for future generations, centuries after
present madding crowd long since dead
yes, the space travel science fiction
authors flesh out today
will arrive within blink, whereby
fantasy with reality will wed.
WORLD WAR 11 THROUGH THE EYES OF MY MOM
POEM NO. 1 OF TRILOGY
World war 11 was nearing its end,
The Nazis losing ground
In Russia, been driven out of Moscow,
Everywhere snow bound,
Dying like flies because of the bitter cold,
No Food, no shelter, just attack after attack by
The Russians, the bold!
Meanwhile, the whole of Europe
Glued to their radio,
Listening to how the allies
Were pushing the enemy back,
The morale of the people was
Beginning to crack,
It was time, enough was enough,
War was no fun,
The Greek folk were done!
My mum and her friend next door
Would visit each other,
Warned so often by my grandfather
And her friend’s brother,
Beware, the march of the Nazi boot,
Their knock on your door,
No reason required , they would just shoot
Or else men dragged out to be shot,
Because a Nazi soldier was found dead
Revenge to the Nazi’s was sweet,
They had taken the Greeks peoples means
Their bread
For over four years,
The Greeks had shed many tears.
Leaving wives, daughters, sisters bereft to pine,
The Nazi’s war crimes were not ‘klein’!
No light
At night,
To show through their curtains,
So blankets hung up in fear
Of their lives
The Nazis fearless
Cared not who survives!
The sound of gunshots was an everyday thing,
For every Greek shot, the church bells would ring!
The Greek underground
Was profound,
Working with the French, they made victory sound.
The allies were advancing
And the Germans retreating,
Small pockets of them stayed behind,
They had to surrender, or die,
As the British troops marched through the streets
Liberating Greece, A child beats
On his drum,
His mom thankful the good guys have come!
So many cheers
The Greek peoples tears,
Had rained down for years.
Athens the capital of Greece was now free,
In the name of The Father,The son, and The Holy Spirit,
All made the sign of the cross, the Holy Three
The date October nineteen forty four
The fear of the Nazi boot at their door,
No more!
Conflicts and crises, unfortunately, are often the creatures giving birth to a host of changes
History records multiple stories, bathed in blood, of cultural, political, and religious changes
Ancients and ancestors labored, fought, and died to create the changes we now enjoy
New World seekers, settlers, foreigners, and pilgrims prayed and formed a new nation
God should always be credited with any measure of success between humankind
Every effort of advancing civilization by way of humanism is futile without God's touch
Societies once pagan are now Godly; some countries once Godly are now living as pagans
08282017 PS Contest, Winds of Change, Julie Rodeheaver, 5P