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Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder
into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling
comfortably numb skull,
hence tried and true value accorded
transcendental meditation recourse
offering absolutely zero choice
incumbent upon yours truly
to remedy cerebral chaos,
an unpleasant quotidian experience,
whenever yours truly
exits deep sleep
more potent solution
versus pharmacological medication
to instill peace of mind,
plus elevating cosmic consciousness
allowing, enabling and providing
pronouncedly heightened awareness
acutely poignant insight
permeating throughout this body electric
calming, fanning, jumpstarting
vitally important discipline
in order for lifetime anxiety riddled
disabling affliction upends
potential to satiate existence
(oft times state of severe panic -
triggering chronic sweaty palms
extremely bothersome
physiological manifestation
induces suicidal ideation
i.e. death welcomed),
which onset regarding
ordinary agitated state
inchoate congenital malady
probably coalesced in utero
extremely intolerable,
especially incorporating socialization,
cuz no contra dance partner
(cue Irish jig and reel
musicians playing lively tunes)
favors grasping hand
analogous to wet dishrag.
Oh river of cosmos, eternal, immortal dignity!
Your ethereal flow bears the fruit of progeny,
you create, preserve, destroy, rebuild
transient ages in the timeless loop of universe.
Flickering amber lamp of life you light,
celestial powers in your gracious bosom reside.
You are the empress above the heavenly summit
dwelling on Earth's abode manifested in each being,
you nurture generations with motherly lullabies
you bend the bows of evil with your ferocious sword.
Oh Goddess! Torrents of wisdom and prosperity you pour
from sparkling oceans to azure twilight,
you drench with love this agitated world
when hope flutters in mists of consciousness.
Your selfless exuberance spreads sheltered arms of forgiveness,
haloed glittering incarnations of virtue for us
prevailing as Radha, Sita, Lakshmi, Mary, Durga, Kali, Athena,
for whom civilizations and Gods bow in ecstasy of salvation,
your greatness supreme permeates blending molecules.
Oh woman! Yet you embrace sacrifice and agony for humans
while your gossamer veil cuddles them with the elixir of compassion.
**Poet's Note: In Rigveda 10.125 verses, the Goddess Shakti is described as the supreme power of all cosmos that creates, sustains and rebirths the universe and Gods. Similar explanation for feminine divinity has been given by Lord Krishna in the Bhagwad Gita. The wonder of humanity is that such manifestations occur in other religions too.**
June 1st, 2020
BRIAN'S SELECT 8,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: Honorable Mention
when the agitated mind
causing havoc and chaos
is the one we once cradled
how may conflict be resolved
without employing use of force
strangely we remain yet tranquil
but others sharing the domain
their hearts bleed real tears
bliss beats in us hum on
leaving us astonished
what has become of us
that let’s us remain blissful
even seeing our world collapse
wherein we but emote loving coos
cajoling players to kiss and make up
it seems apparent we have vaporised
there remaining no one here within
all that is, is throb of magnetism
as fulcrum of consciousness
radiating love and light
Braced to fight tough for triumph
Stockpiled testosterone
Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream
Sucked bitterness alone
Flooded home, battle surmounted
Safeguard marshy roost
Maladvised maveric trudged pond
Stacking bags of no use
Swirling water swarmed by spiders
Fear erased from register
Starless, deserted street industrial
Duty lead dim endeavour
Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
Scream's echoing ignorant
Yelled "help" at selected emptiness
Six months pregnant Sigrid
Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted
Dry in her fortress upstairs
Concede agitated bruises encumber
Defences laid dull despairs
31st March
Dependence is not defeat
Oh, numb Mondays of soul!
My head reels on thuds of workload ‘s gong
these leaden files weigh on drooping arms
as pewter rainfall gushes along,
to jangle wired veins of my frayed nerves:
here, stuffed hours ache for a joyful trot--
oh, numb Mondays of soul!
Your drenched blossoms, they answer me not?
The train packs an array of wet caps
impoverished shadows pleading rest,
more agitated than a gale's taps …
so I run to find my own reprieve
trying to prance on evening's dewed beat;
oh, numb Mondays of soul!
Give me tunes, my hushaby’s retreat.
Rainy Days and Mondays Contest
For Silent One 2/22/2018
Trixie is begging me to write something new
She is on my toes, twirling her baton with lights all blue
They are flashing in my eyes, beeping in my face.
She is agitated, says I am a huge disgrace.
The stuff you are writing today is something already seen.
I stick out my tongue, feeling childish and mean.
That is not attractive she says, with a snotty huff.
So I get out my fingers and start writing stuff.
Does she help me? Not in the least not a bit.
And to think she was the one having the hissy fit.
She is in a weird mood, this little muse of mine.
But it is okay, because most days she is fine.
She is coming over to peek at what I have done.
She rolls her eyes and says "That isn't any fun!"
Now she is typing, taking the keyboard away.
I have no qualms that we'll make up by the end of the day.
Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!
Here am I presenting a story
along my role in child-rearing ministry
facing challenges on how to handle information-delivery
yet staying calm, though reality-check makes me feel sorry.
One decade and five years ago,
our special child was diagnosed
with infantile spasm epilepsy
along global developmental delay…
Side 1 ~~~ Perspective of the doctor:
The pediatrician with her neurology expertise
explained the CT (computed tomography) scan
result of our child’s brain --- as having an atrophy.
Then she declared this prognosis:
“Your child will progress toward retrogression.”
Side 2 ~~~ My poetic viewpoint in ABC with alliteration:
Apprehension midst anxiety agitated my angst
Baby in our life-building bosom
Calls for compassionate care due to cerebral palsy condition
Diagnosed with debility, demanding diligent duty---
Enabled with endurance for extra-effort
Fervently facing feats for faith-fueling
Guided with God by His grace and goodness
Hope-filled to help our child, we are hoisted that his
Infantile spasm epilepsy should not be ignored…
Side 3 ~~~ The Omniscient vision of the Divine Almighty:
By faith in the Sovereign Supreme Creator Who knows
perfectly what’s best, I see His miraculous power in
our child who is now 15 years old…progressing
toward milestones, midst the Lord’s provision,
with our love, prayer and trust, testifying
“With God, nothing shall be impossible.*”
Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!
Here I stand today along triumphant territory
winning over unbelief, skepticism and guilt's fury
learning that the Almighty can overrule man's story
since He knows everything, and such is proven in our history!
*Luke 1:37 "For with God nothing shall be impossible."
November 29, 2024
1st place, "Three sides to every story" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/16/2024
Soft gentle breeze..
Warmth of the sun..
Golden rays of sunlight
Glows..
Seagulls flying high upon the deep blue sky..
Singing a magical tune..
As they soar and glide through the air..
A chorus of seagulls ..
High vibration melodies..
Waves of the ocean are in motion..
The pungent oder of salt air..
Sky so clear and vibrant..
Crystal clear blue..
Serenity had arrived..
Calm and peaceful..
Stillness..
Quiet and tranquil..
Like a rapid heartbeat..
Mother Nature takes a deep breath..
So drastic a change..
Lovely creatures seeked shelter..
No more Crystal clear blue sky..
Dark skies had dominated..
Dark charcoal grey in color..
Gloomy it is..
Waves of the ocean in motion had become agitated
Strong winds..
Enormous high tides..
Loud booms of thunder..
Fierce..
Quite a menace in the atmosphere..
Bolts of lightening..
Strikes..
A fire in the sky..
Buckets of rain falling rapidly from the dark sky..
Mother Nature surely takes charge..
She suddenly takes a few more breaths..
Silence had returned..
Once again serenity arrived..
The lovely creatures are roaming free once again..
Crystal clear blue sky..
Golden rays of sunlight glows vibrantly..
There is always tomorrow..
From dawn to dusk..
The sun will rise..
The sun will set..
Mother Nature shall always smile lovingly on us all..
Filled with beauty and divine grace..
Jaded.
Cascaded.
Faded.
I retaliated.
Alienated.
Isolated.
I changed it.
Reframed it.
Battered it into submission.
The abyss that ignored my name—
That stagnant stage that stayed the same—
I busted it up.
Tore it apart.
With teeth, with nails, with rage.
My bitterness, boxed in a cage.
I am a woman scorned.
Properly, pointedly warned
About playing nice with unkind boys—
I did it anyway.
I’ll do it again.
Unless stopped by a trainwreck
In a leather coat, pockets packed
With heavy flicker hymns and haunted facts.
Healing stab wounds with bare hands,
Pressed to my bruised and cracked chest,
Leaking regret.
A man by any other name
Still reeks of old spice and shame.
I only need a joy ride
Into the dreamscape’s drifting tide,
Where trees bend low to bow and breathe,
Their musk and pine a whispered wreath
Inviting me into the realm
Of lust, desire, and fire-fed calm.
Branches brush my aching skin—
A welcome wrapped in woodland hymn.
I am not that complicated.
Though my pain, layered and laminated
Like geological canyons carved in stone,
Matches my internal rue—
A structure built to stand alone.
I can grow a man roses from rubble.
Just give me rosaries, rubies, and rubels.
I admit my earthly needs.
I am an investment, not a scheme.
I saw a world I hated.
I sublimated.
Evaporated.
Changed my state of being—
From rigid to roaming, mist into meaning.
Cold datapoints and sterile streams
Reformed into wisdom, stitched into dreams.
He tried to hold me subdued.
Silenced my dreams with histrionic moods.
Overwhelmed my senses,
With intentions sharp and sentences crude.
I was a prisoner of shame.
And there I remained
For a near decade.
I broke the chains.
Escaped the plush, performative pain
Of pseudo-companionship’s velvet cage.
Now I’m agitated and raw—
Midway through my emotional overhaul
As I transform from meek to sleek,
From silence to sovereign speech.
I will not take silence as an answer.
I will shake loose your response.
You cannot ignore me in oblivion.
I am here to stay.
You have the option:
To be a benefactor
Or de facto arch enemy—I know.
I am aware of where I stand,
And what I wield in my streamlined hands.
I am not simply a pretty creature.
I am not solely for looking.
I want touch—not merely tender,
But true.
Is that you?
A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea
A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast
Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one
One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt
Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite
Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast
The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking
Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea
See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two
Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one
One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms
Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained
Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters
Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King
And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.
Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed