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On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel
Light that makes with matter and energy
In the pristine universe we try and ravel
An intricate pattern of evolving synergy.
With my distant past and unknown future
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel
Controlled by famous formula E=MC square
I shall alter accrued matter to energy real.
My pull nothing not even you can repel
As I flash past you and your whole world
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel
For you to sink in me before time implodes.
Speed of light the final slows time overtaken
Notion of present and future light can cancel
I shall reach history’s primordial past when
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel.
September 21, 2017.
People grieve the loss of their moms and dads,
and the worst thing is that they can't see
them on the their final moment and hold their hand
by the bedside...how horrible that is;
how heartwrenching it must be!
We all have been affected in tragic ways,
but if the soul can't weep that pain remains
acute and won't ever escape misery!
Have you lost a dearest friend,
so suddenly and the least expected?
A good cry can heal and comfort
the saddest and the lonliest heart,
if it finds who can alleviate its sorrow quickly,
many inflict pain on themselves, not
as a punishment but as enjoyment...
is there such a thing as a hollow victory?
How insane can they be when selfeless folks
are willing to sacrifice their time,
putting aside vanity and pride!
They should use their time for good causes,
not be the subject of cruel inflictions!
Our present day is surely the deadliest of times
for calamities! Isn't its hopelessness too invasive
and mortal...thinking that we are trapped and eventually die
from oppression and solitude before we are rescued by others?
Can prayers alter fate when all attempts have failed us?
What else can we do to stay constantly afloat and survive?
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
Became good friends much later in life
Never known a tighter bond
Could even go years without seeing Ron
Nothing would change I know
A friend like him happens once in a lifetime
Going on like a great river flows
A friendship that no matter how we feel
Just seems never ever to falter
At this advanced stage in both of our lives
A friendship nothing can alter
We see each other on Wednesday evenings
On our regular Euchre night
It's enough to keep our friendship alive
Through our ferocious Euchre fight
So three cheers for my good buddy Ronald
If I move many miles away
I'll always remember “Later-On-Ron”
I think of my friend every day
For the last seven years I've had a buddy
I call him “Later-On-Ron”
© Jack Ellison 2013
son of man
oh you got power
you rule with
great authorities
you are in charge
of a lot innocent
minds
no wonder you
don't listen
not even to God
no wonder you see
yourself equal to God
no wonder your hands
are wash in blood
oh son of man
change your ways
son of man
corruption
brutality
destruction
killing
starving
jailing
inflation
hardship
tears of pains
you keep on and on
is this all you worth
is this all you value
is this all you know
oh son of man
change your ways
your ways are our
nightmare
son of man
our days are dark
our prayers are withhold
is like we worth nothing
cos the son of man
is no more human
he sit in his worlds
of lies
where he alter commands
of destruction
he got friends
but that don't help him better
nothing
oh son of man
how much wrong
will make you change
oh son of man
change your ways
for soon you will
start to run
but truly I
wonder where will you
run to oh
son of man
A poet’s journey as goes on
An ever-winding road
That has many ups and downs known,
And as roads take new mode
He sees dusk together with dawn
To pen a palinode.
Comes old age carrying child’s mirth
Maturing like fine wine,
The old age as if takes new birth
To take up tastes refined,
Life seeming to look well its worth,
Lighter gets when pen’s line…
On themes that may not for long wait—
On what he thought and saw
And may have fancied at that date,
Ripe enough what was raw,
That sooner strike and seldom late,
No more the poet awe.
What was said ere— product of heart,
Gets vetted by the head,
Newly framed as poetic art
As the time moves ahead,
All of it or in tiny part,
For, what gets stuck is dead.
Show me a pen, sans change of mind,
No pen writes on a stone,
That never does need for change find,
Brain’s no ossified bone,
Poets therefore are more inclined
To alter their pen’s tone.
And when at late last they do so
On their journey’s crossroad
At the end of long go-no-go,
What poets call a Palinode,
Without a doubt of dark shadow,
Shines as sonnet or ode.
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Musings |02.05.2024| change
Poet’s note: A Palinode is a poem recanting or retracting on something said earlier (Greek: palinoidia= back/again, and aeidein= to sing). It was Ogden Nash who once wrote, Candy/Is dandy, /But liquor/Is quicker.
But he later added in what can be called a Palinode: Candy/Is dandy, /And liquor/Is quicker/But makes me sicker. The poem is classified under ’Other’ but may be called Palinode.
Welcome to the world of Worldly
where we feast all night.
All those things you once thought wrong -
here they all are right!
Worldly’s citizens are many.
Membership is free.
Criminals are here as well as
high society.
Come here and forget your sorrows
and forget your past.
Leave your ethics at the door too.
Here they will not last.
Come consume the fatted calf.
Imbibe cherry wine.
Love is a four letter word.
Lust, though, is divine!
Little boys and pretty girls
are also here to serve you
(if you lean that way, of course).
All things are on the menu!
Worship with us at the alter.
The sacrament for sin
is your blood lust or that rush
you get beneath your skin.
We have got a secret leader
with the gift of charm.
Succumb to him. We will relax you.
Let us prick your arm.
Our special members love green color
and they love their gold.
You might qualify one day. . .
Just do as you're told.
Finally, remember this.
In Worldly you will be
with peers who think and act like you
(should you need sympathy).
Its something i do,
all through the week;
Pray the lord,
my soul to keep.
Through broken dreams,
and nights with no sleep;
For in the recesses of my mind,
deep crashes into deep.
I cover my head with my pillow,
so angels cant see me cry;
Sometimes i wish for my savior
To lift me up to the skies.
Thoughts tend to haunt me,
all through the night;
Dragging my soul,
far from the light.
No wishing i may,
no wishing i might;
No other option,
than to live with the fright.
No ray of hope,
no little star bright;
No wishing one day,
that I'll be all right.
Facing the dawn,
with bloodshot eyes;
I Put on a fake smile,
to live out this lie.
People think im fine,
they cant see whats inside;
How far i want to run,
how much i want to hide.
Will the decay continue?
Will i be free when i die?
Only time had my answers,
unless time denies.
Maybe i will finally surrender,
maybe try numbing the pain;
To alter my character,
to make mush of my brain.
Perhaps my creator will be angry,
and make me go thru this again;
Its all so confusing,
Its all so insane;
Its like a constant roaring,
of a runaway train;
But now this song is over,
for the nights here again...
We eat factory made, ready to eat food
Full of preservatives, for health not good
We eat food stuffs many months old
As not expired, the package told
Eating in hotels, road side stalls
Without thinking about its pitfalls
Tasty food entices our mind
To our stomach we're unkind
We neither exercise nor walk
About them we only talk
Using gadgets for every job
All physical activity we rob
Glued to mobile all day long
For little rest our eyes long
We have time for everything
Except cooking and eating
Nature, the lungs of our life
We destroy adding to our strife
Potable water, used for drinking
Its quantum, rapidly dwindling
Happy mind our biggest wealth
Also a cause for good health
With negatives, we ruin our days
It is high time we change our ways
Let's make health and happiness our aim
If neglected others we cannot blame
Good health bestows everything
Without it we are reduced to nothing
If we alter the way we live our day
We'll be healthy, I can surely say
"Omen"
The throat holds
untold secrets
like a chamber
holds bullets
a silent question mark
wrapped around
the speaking,
changing gears
full throttle
far reaching
like a noose
over sunbeams
the ropes
for net cast
morsel charms
upstroke downstroke
Ariel beckons
the purpose
of lions for love
into his shadowy arms
"hush", he says,
"the Long Night,
I see aflame in your eyes
like a burning bed
is still warm,
wingspan of goose
dreams of a swan
misunderstood albatross
good and bad
omen,
bluebirds forewarned
an alter
covered with blood
awaiting its phoenix
like star of the morn
paradise
found and lost
lost and found
paradise"
forewarned.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
Illumin, "
(John Milton, 1675)
"Love; dark sluggish cumulus clouds
pregnant with an impending storm."
morsel.
mortal.
Five half-lives approach zero
Takes calculus to reach anew
Then the moment begins again
The exhausting cycle with one end
Only fools think we’re binary
Take a lifetime to get over zero
It takes love to let go of the one
We’re shades of gray in the middle
To all things turn and turn
The halfway point ever elusive
Something old burns away
Something is reborn again
Wednesday turns to Friday
Midway is always a Thursday
New days turn to yesterdays
The next week fresh with fear
Revolving in old ruts is easy
Old defeats keep wheels spinning
I wonder when I’ll break free
Half-way out I’ll be strife free
By observing I alter the past
Fear’s iterations grow old
With insight the future is fresh
And half-life finds its inflection