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why …
why am I here?
your customs are so strange to me -
so … foreign, and bizarre
I see your eyes
they follow me about my life
of following you
and yours …
I know you know I’m learning, absorbing -
basics of your language
dance upon my timid tongue
but with odd steps
with twists and torpid tumbles …
I hear your laughs
when my back is fortuitously turned
and I understand more than I speak -
enough to know the jabs …
are not kind …
enough to know I’m as peculiar to you
as you and yours are to me
and yet …
I must concede
I have not ever beheld such eyes -
the burnish of your irises is so dark that they
appear entirely black
soft-melting within your pupils
and I find myself transfixed -
dreaming to plunge their abyssal ink
losing my thoughts there
like the dark mist of the mountains …
and the sacred sweep of your mouth -
your upper lip’s scalloped crimp
and the gentle-but-plump curves below
create an exquisite shape
that surely was meant for only the most
divine of seraphim …
how can we be so different -
so wholly at odds
and yet still be so compelling?
is it our contrary nature -
our attraction to the strange for the
sake of its strangeness only?
is it our urge to want the things we
know we can never have?
or is a blossom always quite perfect,
no matter what tree it adorns?
oh, why am I here?
there is a purpose in everything
and reason your people found me … in Aokigahara
dangling from a hemlock tree
and babbling nonsense at the moon …
I have no memory before
no sense of who I am or where I came from
I … am alien
as you are alien to me
but you are alien consummation -
a faultless oddity
an anomaly, sublime
and the one perfect blossom
I will learn …
to love.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art borrowed copyright-free and filtered by the author from public domain files at FreePik / Picasa )
Radiant face bursts out life’s vitality midst growing days
Marked by five-year-old strength along milestone’s race
Zealous to explore the ins and outs of home by childhood pace
Learning the basics that matters most according to family ways.
Vibrant youth continues to do best, unmindful of needed rest
As fifteen-year-old zest keeps on reaching quest
Leaping toward maturity against adolescence-crest
While conquering instability-pest upon ambivalence-test.
Triumphant adult seeks to establish personal domain
With thirty-year-old identity reigning midst accomplishment-gain
Welcoming challenges and managing them despite pressure’s strain
Ready to vanquish trials along success-terrain.
Abundant sufficiency heaps over selfishness-blight
Since fifty-year-old wisdom exercises truth-propelled might
Mentoring others, exemplifying virtues of doing what is right
Multiplying self through productive delight, devoid of arrogance-sprite.
Jubilant legacy prevails amidst hopefulness-glow
For seventy-year-old existence persists along blessings’ flow
Testifying about victorious life that has surmounted sorrow, pain woe
Always thankful to God, praising the Lord today and each tomorrow.
What kinds of measures are used,
When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.
Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern culture,
Like computers and other technology coming fast.
It seems to me that when weighing these values,
Simple basics can be balanced on the plates.
Where doing unto others, as to you is golden,
But those deeds differ through many debates.
Much of our morality has roots, from demagogs to
Demigods, as they would champion our cause.
Yet those didn't consider much of a future,
While millennia passed on historic flaws.
Ultimately, this question must be answered,
Because the solutions define character for each and all.
Where any good must be heavy-handed,
And we can progress beyond a crawl.
Jitter Click
Butterfly Click
What I learned from a Professional Gamer
present tense
finger jittering
what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
butterfly
technique
no wonder I get beat
every time
grandkids, today, skip the basics
and turn professional
in no time at all
I’m pointing, stabbing
attempting to beat
the impossible
not only
must you know what to do
but
you must be nimble
and quick
one day these kids
will meet their match
I let them have fun
before they grow up
slow down
not too fast
hee hee hee
you know whose laughing
not me
…yet
Silky curtains gleam in sunlight
Gone the night!
Then, clear blue summer sky
Make winter memories fly.
Glowing reflections of stained glass,
Crystal pieces of rainbow pass.
All move, change and flow.
Pulsating life and gree sprouts grow.
Spring's powerful nature
Creates, inspires and we conjure;
We laugh at silly things,
The church bell has how many rings?
Time to wander and to ponder
Like how to spell laugh , we wonder?
Where's the "f" at the end?
And the tiny flowers we tend.
So on and on in time and weakness
Growing in patience and meekness,
Going back to the basics of "us".
We remember God and stop the fuss!
Regardless of health or of weather,
Our resolve to the stars we tether.
Steady in the tide
He is our only Guide,
Stronger than any opiate,
Teaching us the propriate,
Wise, prayerful, and loving Way.
Through times in His peace we stay.
We mostly stick with basics
When we make a major buy,
So recommended bells and whistles
Seem to pass us by.
Yet today we took possession
Of our brand-new Subaru
And to get new safety features,
We were forced to upgrade, too.
For the first time, we’ve a moon roof
We can open for some air,
Which I think I will enjoy, although
I didn’t think I’d care.
We have fog lights and a camera
To provide a view behind
And both seat and wiper warmers,
Which in winter I won’t mind.
There are sensors that start beeping
If you drift from here to there
And the visors have extenders
To reduce the threat of glare.
So I wonder if to basics
This will make me bid farewells
For I think I can get used to
All these whistles and these bells!
For over 30 years he has spoken to
us about the goodness of God
and for over 30 years he has given us
the meditations of his heart
with the words out of his mouth he presented to us
the devil and the dove
he even made us aware of
the kiss with no love
he apprised of the gospel according to an ass
and revealed to us what a jack
he instructed us to go back to the basics
by learning the ABCs of Christ in fact
and that a word from our sponsor is to have
a heart of Thanksgiving
just do not quench the spirit in our quest to be free
as we abide by thanksliving
now fit for the fight fortified with faith
knowing all beings with God
and to prepare for perfect storms by keeping
5 smooth stones ready to impart
to have an attitude of gratitude
even when God messes up our plans
now able to worship like wise men
once we've handed God our hands
to be last at the cross first at the tomb
as we chillax and wait on the Lord
for we have way too much in common as Palm Sunday people
living under the influence now in accord
and because we are our brother's keeper
which has happified our lives
we are living our dreams giving ourselves high fives
for in the spirit we now thrive
for over 30 years this man of God
has preached about Jesus
and for over 30 years Dr. Arlee Arkofa
has continuously poured into us
and because the words out of his mouth
and the meditations of his heart
Has benefited us the most
let us all stand in celebration of him
our Christmas gift from our heavenly host
There are many zones
the popular Twilight Zone
crossing the school zone
with all the basics
like writhing and reeling and
arrhythmias are fatal
for Western students
cluelessness, secrecy, and
incapacity
ignored globe grows dust
and the school's walls have blackboards
dartboards for target practice
the teachers alarmed
walled Glocks that toll assassins
the lambs are noisy
indoors and outdoors
the hung apple's score tallies
The Tree of Knowledge still grows
principal announced
school will close for funerals
the town folks will meet
and begs an answer
school razed for homeschooling
new breeds promise no more graves
twenty-twenty-five
parents, their kid's commencements
gymnasium armed
library screams sh!
nobody crossing zone signs
fronts empty cemetery
What you're holding in your hands
Is a poem within a poem
Both far enough apart
But close enough to get along
Set within each other
So as not to be alone
This poem that you're now holding
This poem within a poem
One poem rhymes it all in love
From beginning to the end
Talks of those new beginnings
And the giving within the giving
How love holds a lasting truth
And spreads it faithfully
This poem that rhymes it all in love
Then holds it out for all to read
While the other poem talks of the past
The what has and hasn't been
The artful way of looking back
And how it is now seen
What you gave up that you once had
That you wish you had again
This poem that brings up the past
A scent that's on the wind
Both poems similar in degree
But very different all the same
Both bring love into the notion
That you can have it once again
While they are relatable
In the way these poems both bleed
They both are very different
In their basics needs
So what you now hold in your hands
This poem within a poem
Is far enough apart from one another
But close enough to get along
Placed here both together
So as to not go it alone
This poem of the past and of the love
This poem within a poem
Pray, what use vouching witless words so vain?
For men to tread only two tracks seem sane:
Youthful beauty’s well-bestowed a bosom,
Retire or else to woods, make ho nor hum.
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Translation(quatrain) | 21.08.2025 | men, romance, women, forest
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance) in this case in Maalinee meter. It says, let us cut down all words of wisdom so vain. When it comes to bare basics, there are only two ways in this world well their worth for a man to pursue, both as last resorts: a youthful beauty’s well-bestowed bosom, or retiring to forest, far from the madding crowd as they say. Note the rhyming assonance and alliteration: yauvanam va vanam va. Here is transliteration of the verse:
Kim iha bahubhih uktaih yukti-shunyaih pralaapaih
Dvayam iha purushaanaam sarvadaa sevaneeyam ||
Abhinava mada-leelaa-laalasam sundareenaam
Stana-bhara parikhinnam yauvanam vaa vanam vaa || 72 ||