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Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Creative expressions confined,
from the cultural differences in their mind,
when speaking through love to rise,
they look for arguments to find,
to counteract the creativity,
to mold their own diversity,
in a closed off world to see,
to shut down by lock and key,
while the gates were to be opened,
and hearts to be freely spoken,
walking as if living,
to the impression that it's giving,
but inside trapped to see,
to the heart of conformity,
the outside cannot find,
what the inside tends to hide,
unless open to define,
unless unlocked to open eyes,
to push aside difference,
and see with the eyes of assistance,
the cause of death....pride,
unrecognizable because it hides,
while inside hearts cry,
the songs of sleepy eyes,
and leave from judgement seen,
to be in love where beauty can see.
When the final curtain softly descends, and the echoes of my days retreat,
I want to whisper to the wind that all my life, I was a bride betrothed to amazement,
In the silent embrace of dawn's first light and the whispered secrets of twilight.
I was the bridegroom, holding the world in my eager arms, feeling its heartbeat in my own.
Each breath, a vow to wonder, each heartbeat a promise to the extraordinary,
For in the tapestry of existence, I wove dreams with threads of stardust and sighs.
As the sun rose and set, its golden rays caressed the earth, so did my love for the marvels of this world unfold,
With eyes wide open in the innocence of eternal curiosity, heart open to the embrace of mystery.
When the journey reaches its final bend, I don’t want to wonder if my life bore significance,
But to know, in the marrow of my being, that I was in constant communion with the sublime.
I walked through gardens of amazement, each flower a testament to the fire within,
For I did not merely traverse; I danced, I sang, I wept, I rejoiced with every fiber of my soul.
I do not want to end this symphony of existence with a sigh of regret or a tremor of fear,
Nor do I want to be caught in the web of endless arguments, a mind at war with itself.
Instead, let my spirit rise with the dawn, unburdened and weightless, free as the first breath of spring,
Having lived not as a mere visitor to this world, but as an integral note in its eternal song.
When it’s over, let me be a testament to the beauty of living fully, of loving passionately,
For I was the bride to amazement, wed to the miracles both mundane and profound.
I was the bridegroom, embracing the world with unwavering devotion,
Let my legacy be one of soulful engagement, where every moment was kissed by the lips of wonder.
In the twilight of reflection, amidst the gathering shadows of memory,
Let me know that I did not squander the gift of existence, nor did I shy away from its relentless grace.
Let the stars write my story on the celestial dome, a tale of passion and serene acceptance,
For I was here, not as a passerby, but as one who lived, truly lived, in the arms of amazement.
You fear knowledge,
run from it as you would a gathering storm,
to hide in the dark forest of your life's ordeal.
Seeking nothing,
but self-satisfaction, blaming others for your lot in life.
Hiding from the responsibility of your own actions.
To need someone to appear seeking power,
a power you give easily, without reason.
Promises made so you feel secure,
from the fears of your own design.
A puppet to a master of anger gives comfort.
Exposed lies mean nothing,
hating truth covers the guilt within,
while you hear a world that gives reason,
for your hatred.
This self-loathing in your soul,
is a sickness that lays at the very foundation,
of your heart, allowing hypocrisy to be your arguments,
as to why you follow this chosen leader.
You'll condemn a President who talks to enemies,
yet praise a God who washes the feet of a prostitute.
Two things apart, yet tied together,
by the rope of truth that gives service to others.
Raise your banner high,
it waves in the strong winds of history's hate.
Already past, now rising again,
from the same fields of ignorance,
the loathing of intellectual truth,
that all men are created equal,
unless,
they don't wear what you wear,
hear what you hear,
pray like you pray,
hate like you hate.
This is the world you bring to the rest of us?
Because you're afraid,
because you hate,
because your skin reflects the light,
because you're weak,
and need a leader whose a mirror image,
of you're insecurities,
to tell you what's right, what's wrong.
Because all your troubles come from " Those People "
" The Others ", Its their fault you have failed.
This power you give this leader,
because he pointed out "Those People "
It's easier to agree than to challenge his words.
Life would be so much easier,
if we would just get rid of " Those People "
What ever happened to, of the people,
by the people, for the people?
It was sold to a crazy leader for 30 pieces of fear.
contest Political Ordeal
3/12/16
My dear friend, you wronged me, but I choose to forgive.
I choose to forgive not because I do not care,
But because I care enough to understand we have different identities, cultures, personalities, perspectives and views in life which built us - influenced us to become of what we are today.
We were not born under the same roof to comprehend each other- eye to eye, so why should I hold grudges?
Who am I to make an opinion of what you did? As I too, have made mistakes in the past and wanted to be pardoned for.
I choose to forgive you. I choose to make armistice between us, so that we can move on. To cooperate, to sit down and put our differences on the table to make it work between us.
Within conflict, there’s only trouble. Nothing good comes out of it. Once it starts, more comes. When more comes, more are created. I will not have peace of mind, and neither would you.
We have responsibilities ahead; how would we get them done if these chaotic behaviors remain on our minds?
How would we even concentrate to do daily task if our arguments remain loud in our heads?
Grudges silently decline health in ways we do not see at once.
No, my friend. Let’s make things right. Let the sun rise between us again. Let the dark clouds pass by. Mute the sound of the thundering storm. We became friends for a reason. You were there for me when I needed you the most. I was there for you when you needed me the most.
What’s the point of arguing – when we could be laughing, having a cool time and awesome day right now?
So, let’s make it right. I forgive you.
Ideals
Ideals
High ideals?
We all had them
In the forties, in college,
those long, all-night
heated arguments,
sitting cross-legged
on the floor,
debating how
to change the world.
Words – ideas,
what we could do
some day.
Twenty years
before the sixties,
waves of political injustices
student revolutions
on campuses
across the country,
young scholars
no longer debating,
leaving their classes,
holding sit-ins, hunger strikes,
storming offices
and police barricades,
damaging buildings.
Our goals – to study,
burn the midnight oil,
to keep our scholarships,
graduate, get a job,
vote, elect worthy
candidates to Congress.
Our generation
brought up to respect
authority, work with,
not against,
certainly not with violence.
We were wrong.
Progress does not
happen with time
and debate.
It comes with
true passion for a
just cause, zeal, intention,
action to break through
set boundaries,
challenging the
status quo in real time.
With violence? No.
Unwavering resistance, yes.
Violence brings only thirst
For vengeance, not results.
Stand firm.
Rejecting injustice
even when condemned.
Seat yourself
in the front of the bus.
Walk on the restricted beach,
Take in and
protect immigrants.
Demand real living wage.
Block those who force
restricted access
to women’s clinics.
Join a mass protest against
ageism, sexism,
unfair practices
targeting the “others”.
Ideals minus action
are useless dreams.
Upon my sunshine when yesterday rains
Dwelling in my present uninvited
Clueless of today's closing arguments,
The joy of tomorrow my new-dawn claims
No point whispering to lovelorn woes
When I can sweet-talk to portrait of love,
And paint my canvas in vibrant brush-strokes
Exactly as I wish to see you tomorrow
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
If the past takes back to a wintry storm
And all I recall is the shrouded form
I think of the way the seasons change
As the Spring of tomorrow shines your day
Yesterday's twilight warns dusk of today
Stars of the night don't come out every day
But hope is eternal and patience does pay
If I wait till tomorrow, I will have my say
When glorious daybreak smiles on my sky
Vanquishing doubts my dreams fly high
Not a hint of the known obstructs my view
As the allure of tomorrow I rejoice in you
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
November 15, 2018
Placed first in the Tomorrow poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand select 7 contest by Brian Strand
On Consideration of Tyranny
Postulating on the human condition with due irreverence
In incongruous arguments clawing at the conscience
Endless are the vacuous tools used at will
Of words like dirges slipping from the tongue
Tyrants on their serpent’s insidious game
Come with daggers at the throat of justice
Those minds that seek oppression as their friend
Firm ground is mired in cowardice and covers spoils
Slips into history’s decay
Two laws and worlds evolve, two worlds of different colors
One is the hue of wealth
The other, the black of poverty
To fall beneath, drown away in pockets of perverted air
Spoken in craven discourse over the all devouring depravity by such souls
Sponsored by our friends of anarchy
Drawn to that which is the black veil of life
That in that darkened soul to sin, oppressors came to win
Leave the world a better place?
Hell does refuse them at the gate
Is there a darker place to take them?
They serve themselves so cleverly and deadly
Clearly demonic but, rebuffed by Satan on the run
“Get out of Hell!” He yells. “Find another darker home!”
Repugnant In life and death their tyranny swims the sewers to breed
Trolling for more lost souls to conquer
As serpents garner favors from such darkened deeds
Your cheeks flared crimson, through my misty eyes
as recognition dawned, you held my gaze,
our awkward smiles and nods could not disguise
the memories recalled, forgotten days.
Seeds of our love were sown one winter's night,
two seasons passed, like shoots we watched them grow
for Summer harvesting, the time seemed right,
on bended knee, a ring, please don't say no.
We walked the shore at sundown, arm in arm,
you picked your way through rocks with easy grace,
chorus of breaking waves weaving their charms
the breeze whipped strands of hair across your face.
In hindsight we reaped our harvest much too soon,
the shoots not strong enough to weather storms,
before year's end our hearts played different tunes,
from tiny arguments a tempest formed.
Decades ago we went our separate ways
the long shadow you cast in my heart fades
the what-if's and could-be's of yesterday
long buried under choices we have made.
But deep inside that hazel coloured stare
a flickering of something that's still there.
10th April 2018
For contest 'Ten words', sponsor Joseph May
Grappling with parenthood over the years.
Battling and facing my responsibility fears.
Celebrations and failures leading to tears.
Many moving parts like out of sync gears.
But the universe said that we get a take two.
Another chance to build family with baby new.
After a few weeks of trying to make this life.
Amazing what a husband can do with his wife.
Guess who stepped up right into this room?
A positive prego test result in a big kaboom.
Inside the belly is kid #2 plus maybe #3.
In the ultrasound we will soon get to see.
Our great son will finally get to be a brother.
With a sibling so they can love one another.
To grow and learn together and bring us joy.
Joining the family as a playmate for our boy.
In the days since I wrote the previous lines.
We’ve checked out the kiddo several times.
Hearing the heartbeat and seeing them grow.
With each phase human features better show.
First looking like a shrimp and then a seaturtle.
Now doing womb workouts or jumping hurdle.
Taking mommy’s energy, really wiping her out.
Can often get so frustrating it makes us shout.
But we’re looking at the long game and ready.
Knowing it’s ok our emotions will not be steady.
There will be fights and some arguments too.
Because we want the best for our child # two.