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Arctic ice packs are essential to the polar
Bear, providing them with a platform to hunt seals.
Climate change is impacting their environment:
Disrupting their ability to feed themselves.
Ecologically, they're facing extinction,
For their Arctic waters will soon be ice-free.
Global warming is devastating the planet.
Heavy rains are flooding crops and threatening
Islands on the verge of slipping underwater.
Jungles are morphing into deserts, and the
Krill are fast disappearing from the Antarctic seas.
Little can be done to stop these catastrophes,
Man is not immune to Nature's destructive force.
No matter what skeptics want us to believe:
Our scientists assure us that change is inevitable.
People who deny climate change,
Question science, opting for alternative facts.
Rivers are drying out, and forests are burning while
Severe storms are increasing in ferocity.
The waters are rapidly rising, as the oceans heat:
Unless we act now, our coastal cities will be flooded.
Virtually every aspect of our lives will change,
When carbon emissions pollute the atmosphere.
Xerox copies of past extinctions should concern us:
Yet, we cling to the hope that the dying coral reefs and
Zooplankton will eventually recover.
All that we need to know will be revealed
Let us not employ thought to analyse
Clear light of truth is by maya concealed
Aspect allowing is graced by surprise
Once we cease playing game of illusions
No fetters remain that bind and confine
Egoless presence exits delusion
As head and heart with throb of love align
Outer world fades as we dwell in silence
Blissful world within is so beauteous
We flow gently in childlike innocence
Rapture enlivenment continuous
Earth life destiny unfolds as ordained
Divine benedictions softly ingrained
02-April-2021
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Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee up,
from well-found winds which waft,
woo and weave surreal semblance sumptuous,
when poets pause perhaps divine delightful dizains descend,
iridescence infinite inkling as angel aura atmospheres alights,
gust of golden genesis glad guest most warmly welcome,
shell strewn sea shore surface swept,
kaleidoscopic knots kindle conduits creative channel,
bard on boundless beach befitting benefit,
oodles of ornate overarch saline squall sequesters,
petrichor’s proboscis pleasure pick up post downpour,
quixotic quintessential quest quenched by fabulous fairytale flurry,
daylight dazzle’s deft dip driven by draught
I praise You, Lord*, for Who You are…
…Majestic in Your grace that’s never afar
…Splendid in Your goodness brighter than any star
…Wondrously drawing me with worship-filled ecstasy to Your holy altar.
I praise You, Lord, as I delight in Your joy…
…Subduing my problems, fears and guilt that annoy
…Assuring me Your presence in our divine rendezvous along prayer-convoy
…Granting me sufficient provisions for Your work I can employ.
I praise You, Lord, as I listen to Your instruction…
…Truths helpful to my miraculous and unique transformation
…Statutes ready for my revival and rejuvenation
…Precepts vital to my maturity with virtuous finesse for faith’s action.
I praise You, Lord, as I trust Your promises…
…Faithful are they like Your forgiveness that cleanses
…Immutable, remaining steadfast throughout all ages
…Reliable, though doubt –making me precarious, oppressively surges.
I praise You, Lord, as I listen to Your counsel…
…Guiding me thru life’s puzzle to learn by its challenging hassle
…Leading me from vanity’s gallivanting dazzle to vanquish its futile bustle
…Teaching me to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
I praise You, Lord, as I wait for Your coming…
…Reminder for faithful service and Gospel-proclaiming
…Inspiration for me to labor well … nonchalant of personal gains’ claiming
…Excitement of eternal fellowship so truly heart-warming.
I praise You, Lord as I acquiesce to Your will…
…Perfect in its entirety that You want me to fulfill
…Holy in every angle where You direct me to keep still
…Blessed in each aspect which moves me to reach sacrifice’ hill.
*Psalm 111:1 ... I will praise the LORD with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation.
May 6, 2018
The one
as many
manifest
with free will
bestowed
to each aspect
of Itself
to fully feel
and experience
each life throb
in freedom
slowly recognising
singularity
in plurality
all energies entwined
merely vibrating
at different octaves
of love & light
albeit veiled
momentarily
causing anxiety
arising from
misalignment
in the effort
to expand
within the bubble
of imagined self
as the ego
resident in
fleeting form
Seeing this play
the hermit
stretches & yawns
doing his bit
in as ordained
as a part
of the divine game
being enacted
moment to moment
both within
and without
then smiles
and moves on
within
in the void
of silence
07-November-2020
Can you remember?
Holding onto the dreams of the past
I can still see your face, your smile
I can hear the laughter and the joy
I can feel your touch, tearful emotions
when crying wasn't always a sadness.
There were those wonderful moments
when it was just me and you
and nothing but time between us.
I can remember
Holding tight to those memories
We can trip the light fantastic
we can dance to old songs and melodies
we can reminisce on how wonderful life was
let's be together then, forever dancing through time.
Two Dancers in black and white
when the only difference is the sequel of life
which follows in melodic repertoire of humanity.
Photo from Helen Levitt
Through the photographs in Helen Levitt’s book A Way of Seeing (now in its third printing by Duke University Press) have long been regarded as classics of 20th century photography, a significant aspect of Levitt’s work from this period is relatively little known. It is also not commonly known that Levitt has continued to produce important work throughout the 1970’s and 1980’s.
Dear dragon you must understand,
you are alone in human lands.
These beings, they are not like we;
mortal beasts, they truly be.
Controlled strictly by their fear,
mortal creatures, will bring tears;
Their finite minds, don’t comprehend,
the wondrous realm, where we began.
We are creatures of the light,
for mortal souls, we must fight.
These mortals live in a realm so dark;
imbalance lives within their hearts.
We dragons are of courage, bold
and tales of our exploits have been told
but, they are never kind, it seems;
our reputation’s no longer pristine
A dragon’s heart’s of purest gold,
never by humans, will that be told.
We are a gentle, loving lot
while, Wyverns, hearts have love not!
We will join our phoenix friends,
the truth and light, we’ll usher in.
the balance we create tonight;
can bring these mortals back to the light.
Note: In fantasy, the dragon is often portrayed as the figure of evil while it's cousin, the Wyvern is in truth, the evil entity.
In some cultures, the dragon symbolizes fortitude and courage; the male aspect of the human being. In a few introspective moments, I considered the abilities of the human soul and the dragon within all of us and the change we could bring about in our world, if we all worked together, rather than waste time with hate and war.
As souls, we have immense power to do good or evil; it's a god-given choice. Too often we humans choose to take away the choices that our creator has given us, willingly, e.g., trying to force one religion or another on one another. From birth, we are bless with the freedom of choice, especially in how we "Captain" our own souls. That is something we have no right to take away from one another or censor. What was intended as a mythological poem, turned out to be way more. This is written as a dialogue between the human soul and those aspects that we too often use for war, which would be even stronger, if we used them to prevent it. I hope you read it with an open mind.
October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus
Oft times zee spouse
lingers at select
supermarkets (Landis, Redners,
and/or Wegmans) without me
(figuratively) taking
all the time in the world
allowing this mister to reflect
alone (imaging tubby
a Norwegian bachelor farmer)
toying with this, that, or the
other writing project
sitting facing this
Macbook Pro laptop
within this one
bedroom apartment
comprising a quite
satisfactory unit, sans
Highland Manor Apartments
in the heart
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
reveling in solitude meditating, reading,
or trying valiantly to connect
continuity of words,
always pleasantly surprised
at finished product
(predominantly, asper
hashing out a poem)
with unpredictable captivating aspect
letting thoughts flow as they
may burst asunder
quickly keying
thee elusive threads,
albeit unconcerned
making a typing blunder
mainly focused on
barley distilling, coalescing,
and brewing alphabetic dunder,
when over zealousness
frequently setting wing
to literary creation, which
smug modesty, nonetheless
finds this scrivener to sing
(unwittingly premature
silent ejaculations)
joyus rapturous threnody,
whereat ring around the rosy
abruptly ends caused by
renegade doppelganger quisling
shell shocks yours
truly wear re: eyes
mimic pinball ping
experiencing short lived
(dramatic beaming effusion)
to plummet giving
little attention to proof read,
versus when I indiscriminately fling
an unpolished epistle of Matthew
riddled with glaring mistakes,
aye suddenly feel
embarrassed like a damned ding
bat reprimanding myself
and wrathful madness doth bring!
sometimes i want ice cream
other times i want chili mac soup
on alternative days i want a simple salad drenched in bacon ranch
sometimes i want an ocean view
other times i want a mountain view
on alternative days i want a simple cabin in the woods off the grid
sometimes i want a hallmark movie
other times i want a hot romantic movie
on alternative days i want a golden age black and white movie
sometimes i want absolute quiet
other times i want particularly pretty noise
on alternative days i want a couple of kids around for laughs and refueling
sometimes i want the pleasure of your compnay
other times i want the pure enjoyment of the pleasure of your company
on alternative days i want every aspect of the pleasure of your company
the 12th throw blanket is on amplifies the warm vibe with you EveryDay.....
On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple splotch kudos,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight,
at sheer rock face sunken mould gradient,
where faculties solicit august maxim,
from eternal parchment, grain whirl sand dune smorgasbord,
mud-strewn psalms primed and pumped by ebbing sotto voce stream,
gust smitten lighthouse whose solitary pulsing wink always welcome,
syntax that gray matter genesis scorned geoform tag,
I scribble quintains in a quagmire that ooze magma inkling,
prose stolen from jagged facet incline or whatever,
has this elemental moment turned ghost writer by sixth sense?
saline vista swung pivot on tsunami doorway,
brackish carcass rife with clamped seashells as mirror,
weather-worn thoughts skim eccentric apex,
behemoth undertaker facing self-scripted gauntlet,
but this pilgrim shall yearn evermore imbibing loose mist,
with marble slab as jotter and squid ink another fountain pen,
who really knows what tidemark gems may yet surface,
do metaphors sequester diurnal cycles like day/night swop?
rhetorical or not this lambent aspect must be met on grit-etch blue boulder,
vice-grip of visual plunge belies gravity,
yet this blustery conundrum is just this water drop,
something inconsequential for one clutching at faint will-o-the-wisp,
pepper-strewn haze does obstruct linguistic odour,
despite a caustic rebuff from deep down warden as inner slant,
zany whirlpool blob grasping at ambiguous twill plume,
faraway tangerine canvass might stir tongue-tied raw sketch,
ingenious quest might throb for charmed portrayal,
nought shall thwart this dreamer off-course,
spectral pantoum, geometric quatrain, jewel-crust tanka,
prolific silken sentient suzette an overarch odyssey,
regardless of vernal totem, sumptuous literary harvest,
with its dogged catalytic compass point,
to maunder without curb despite prevailing opus storm,
sculptured outcrop on an apt idyllic text,
once off ephemeral from boundless paragon,
a colour burst vocabulary pending but when?