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Beneath celestial heavens do I kneel
with crystalline gaze I look above
and to eternal glory I appeal
that be not denied divinely love
As our earthly home upon its axis
how can without love ones course be true
and the life we’re given that it taxes
so the colors of our lives within renew
A chance the wine of joy within the chalice
and smiles like those of angels do bestow
happiness bedecks our hearts just like a palace
the brightness in the eyes that ever glow
As night draws to day and its decree
this the only thing the pinnacle grand
and minds probing all with curiosity
to make bearable the life which in we stand
to that course forever and not to deviate
its purity rules universe and law
the testing of our metal and not its fate
where daily upon its strength we do draw
As myriad upon myriad of history shown
where shadows cast within our minds its doubt
and love its apex and wonders ever known
how children show us what that loves about
With stalwart hearts a man and maid
the beauty of the heavens share
become one and stand in shade
and life’s passions together wear
Oh divine thing and wondrous fair
that shines as bright as sun and star
how fallen from divinity so near
and its place of dwelling seems so far
Can’st thou within our hearts so clone
upon mankind its welcoming embrace
that dwellest it within our earthly home
and of its fragile mortality replace
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appetizers are not uncomplimentary
they are food for gods and primitive man.
The ape is the apex as
Blood and Oranges are exceptionally
eulogistic pleasing to the soul
Down, down, down into the darkness of memory,
Gently they go - the panegyrical, the praiseful, boastful mammal…
Pay attention to the me, in I, not the We in thy?
the human soul is the most warm thought of all.
HOW near god is such a thing,
To get me wondering if death is lukewarm, or a mutual reality.
How happy is the ape a prime mate of man!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the soul,
Gently it goes - the littler, the diminutive, nothing at all.
Nothing escapes this divinity
Or overturns this reality…
You ask if I know my place
And I smile a knowing smile
I raise my hand to your cheek
And caress it for a while
So many dreams I’ve dreamt of
Places that I’d like to see
So many plans I’ve crafted
To reach the apex of “me”
Yet, I live in your shadow
I'm content to let you shine
For if you reach noble heights
Your successes will be mine
We're not a simple twosome
We are not a "you and I"
Rather, one whole entity
Together we sink or fly
You ask if I know my place
I’m a mother, lover, wife
A teacher and a preacher
I love my domestic life
I know that the time will come
To spread my own wings and fly
My sweet dreams of being great
Will unfold, dear, by and by
I WILL write a book of rhymes
One day all my dreams will live
But right now my place is here
Your woman, my love to give!
For Drake Eszes's Contest
Know Your Place
September 15, 2013
Take me there, where the daffodils dance,
Preening with joy, flaunting nature’s art,
Where birds have assembled to watch
Sitting atop, prancing from tips of treetops,
Tuning lyrics of cherry blossom prompts,
Strumming rhythms of spring sonata
As crimson tulips, with lilies purple waltz,
To music of willows breezing with dawn
When sun breaks through haze of clouds;
Traversing over the mountains and valleys,
Over green prairies, burbling tributaries,
Besides garden of multicolored pansies,
Amid bell-shaped bluebells, red hyacinth,
Frolicking on meadows of wild blue Iris,
Rejoicing pink blossoms of magnolia trees,
Glistening verdant knolls, lush foothills.
Take me there, where rivers meet oceans,
Merging the passions of fiery emotions
Riding with tides of romantic notions
Vying allure of love, emblazoning now;
Love that sustained in summer storms,
Love that survived through wintry wrath,
Love our souls extol, in spring’s warmth;
When I decipher your esoteric response
Where verses tender stem from my heart,
As day retreats humming nightingale’s song,
And eve’s dreams blush on magenta arc;
Take me there, my dear, where you are,
On the apex of love, on cusp of romance.
The old man was no longer a hunter,
But he would not stoop to women’s chores.
A storm was brewing as he sought
Shelter in a round cave.
Soon he had a fire going but he preferred
To stay near the entrance and listen.
He did not know yet what music was
But he could tell the difference
Between each sound that echoed outside.
The wind was strong that began like a rigadoon
But reached its forte in tone and pitch,
A crescendo that reached its apex as it climbed the hills.
There it hit stones and sent them down crashing
Like the sound of synchronized drums.
Slowly the wind lost its force and vibrated into a cadence,
Leading to an herbaceous plain as it wandered off
Like a soft funeral march.
The old man heard all and knew what was to come.
Promptly a bird began to sing to the now calm night,
A mellifluous sonata and then subliminal silence.
A breeze whipped up, a silky serenade that like an arpeggio
It grew ductile but strong as it flew amongst the trees,
Leaves replying with a trill till the moon came up,
Shadows dancing on the now calm groove.
All was at peace.
The old man picked up his reed. Someday he will learn
And emulate the sounds around into a coherent aria.
18 December 2020
Orange and black, nature's warning sign
Muscle and grace intertwine
Prowling predator, jungle king
Silent steps, deadly swing
Eyes of amber, piercing gaze
Stalking through the misty haze
Whiskers twitch, sensing prey
In tall grass, the tigers lay
Roar echoes, primal sound
Shivers run, fear abound
Teeth like daggers, claws like knives
One swipe is all it takes for lives
Bengal, Siberian, and Sumatran too
Malayan, Indochinese – precious few
Species dwindling, habitats shrink
Poachers push them to the brink
Solitary hunter, territorial beast
Man and nature, an eternal feast
Powerful swimmer, climber strong
In folk tales and myths, they belong
Conservation efforts, racing time
To save this beast so sublime
Stripes unique, like fingerprints
In-camera traps, we see their hints
Symbol of strength, courage, and might
Tiger burning bright in the night
Apex predator, ecosystem's link
Without them, balance starts to sink
Majestic creature, fierce yet grand
Victim of greed in many a land
But hope remains if we act fast
To ensure the tiger's reign will last
So let the tiger's spirit ignite
A fire in us to join the fight
To keep them roaming, wild and free
A legacy for all to see
One day he quietly walked away
At the apex of gleaming gadgets, he said, "Good day."
So long to 'Fake Book', 'Instant Grams', 'Flip Flop', and 'Bitter.'
My, oh my! The rumors that rang out about him being a quitter
But I ask, is quitting so bad?
We're often taught that it is, and this is what is so sad
Karmic lessons being taught
Mister Hermit is learning and peace is being sought
He's abstaining and retaining
Now, glorious gifts he's obtaining
Back to the basics reuniting with foundational bliss
Embracing mother nature, peace, and a celestial kiss
Off the 'Grid, Mister Hermit goes
Where that is, nobody knows
One could speculate this or maybe that
But one thing is for certain: his life and peace he begat
No Birthday Acknowledgement...
From thee... eldest daughter,
who need not brood,
nor does padre whoosh
to stir loess hood family feud
(hence an attempt merely
to convey melancholic mood).
Profound contrast extant between
your high achieving
life a wonderful hit parade
on the go compared tummy mellow
existence, yes rather staid,
now devoid of any parental
responsibility since years back, ye bade
farewell to yours truly
(perhaps forever), atop a jade
did apex inverse to my nadir paid
with ignoble deeds soul limb lee,
dissimilar to thee,
a young vibrant woman, unafraid
to take life by the (figurative) horns,
owning free choice (linkedin, nsync,
prevalent...) with autonomy swayed
independent lass not succor tubby paid
tummy, nor does this "sir" ask (delayed
by one day) for thee to "FAKE" express
sing nonexistent affection,
this decision...opting to evade
papa, who must accept such choice,
asper his first born, fortunately UNLIKE me
she earned top notch grade
nonetheless, this dada before he gets laid
to rest (actually most likely cremated),
whose ashes tubby scattered across favorite sites,
yourself and Shana Punim played,
which wistful nostalgia plucks heartstrings
rubbing raw thy psyche, who cannot trade
past concupiscent transgressions (emotionally
turbulent waters I did wade),
and no intent to telephone and invade,
sans audiologically your ear space,
this paternal, essential, and critical need
my psyche weighed, lamented, and encumbered
grief, nonetheless proud,
thee "star student" made
herself whip smart
by dogged academic pursuit
in tandem with ardent biological
bone a fide exemplary filleted
(within chromosomal dom) mignon,
similar, when Semitic forebears
risked frolicking under shade
of night - countless elapsed generations aid
ding random genetic dice throw begetting
Eden Liat, whose irrepressible
atavistic feral guaranteeing immortality obeyed
viz, call of the wild indomitable
animalistic hankering impossible to evade,
these genealogical ancestors actions unknowingly,
unstintingly, and unwittingly
helped forge, craft, and affect every blade
of grass, and yoked, (a chicken and egg thing)
hereditary survival of fittest
present day unchoreographed masquerade.
you tell me whatever's fair
my rebuttal to you is without flair
we bask in the lost wonder of anyway
no muscles are flexed, and it's two minutes later
staring at the moon in deep conversation
i wonder if the apex of our love is descending due to constipation
i am past iffy and am now good friends with surewhen
no grunts of benevolence, and it's two minutes later
understood are we of our normalcy
we shine up the monotony by cleaning it thoroughly
you are way past tolerance and both feet over halfway into done deal
no frolicking in in any sweet sticky puddles, and it's two minutes later
now the truth patents its methodical expressions
this is by far the most dire of all our great depressions
bags and boxes belittle once brilliantly sculptured brains
no more essential scents of inspiration and reaasurance, it's two minutes till good as gone....
A flash of light,
Yes, in her eyes
Was the only gesture
Of a sign in the first
Adam when he met her.
Time of his manhood
Glows like moonbeam
That coy the sun.
There was terrible toil,
For he feed his flesh
So as to live them.
Like spartan and trojans,
His aspiration is mediocracy
In his time.
The passing weight of time
Knows the counsel of the gods.
Those longing days
Reverberate the mind.
The philosophy of life
Is epicurious enigmatic.
Women became men.
Men became gods.
Power authorized at the apex
Of Mt. Olympus.
Laws break down
At Mt. Sanai.
Crimes diverse pragmatically
Into open doors and design porticos.
Victory a dust of brilliant
Loophole minds,
Was a competition at all.