Long Blind faith Poems
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My Loves, my children... please be kind to each other
you will always know more about the great aspects of each other than anyone else
even if you have focused on what you do not like about each other till now. Be there for each other and be sure to check in and be an extension of my love when I am gone.
My Loves, my children...I know you feel in your empowered youth that you do not believe the universe is out there loving you. So as I go ...I ask of you: When you are at your wits end and feel you cannot go on and there is nothing left to fight for and no hope for you and yes...sadly it will likely happen at some point, In that dark hour, in your deepest dismay, in your quivering alone-ness and shuddering sadness...Please I beg of you to just say "God help me" you don't have to believe anything but after you say it, please just do not ignore the sudden little candle light ...the tiny sensation of sudden hope...that little tinkle of bells of peace...the sudden echo of joy that will follow...do not be too quick to brush it off. It is more real than you can possibly imagine.
Then start living and breathing knowing you are inexplicably loved, and you never have to feel alone. Practice in your desperate hours...releasing all fear and trusting blindly that it will be OK...and it will. Fear is evil. Do not allow it even a tiny inch of room in your soul's house. Fear nothing and believe with steely blind faith and total trust and the universe will open to you and you will be showered in grace.
They sit on the thrones..
Yes, they sit higher than God,
But call themselves servants..
Of whom?
Ego or obsession?
Or some kind of mental sickness?...
They proclaimed themselves leaders.
But good followers, they never could be.
'Little knowledge is dangerous...' it's been said.
Sure, they are a danger to the human race.
They are the very roots of sufferings and pains.
Their blind faith upon thyself is masked as fervent worshippers of the great one.
Who's the great, is it not around us, among us?
But none can be greater than the life gifted to each and every one...
Wake up human fellows, question these rulers...these guardians..these dark Angels..
At every point of your life..
It's like hide and seek...if you discover my hideouts, you catch me.
Come on, look for me..know who I am
And what I am...
I know the rule of the game...
Once denounced you will know me, as I come out of my self made hideouts and masquerades..
Till then bad luck I will lead the game...
I hold your nose..check!
Dance with me, say what I say, do what I do.
You cannot lead yourself...you are a follower..
Or you're ME..??????
© Sunita U D Palawon (monologue)
Married to a typical middle class family, my life was miserable. Everyone criticized me constantly, I would often cry. I felt I was useless, I did not deserve to live. I contemplated suicide.
criticize never
low self esteem depression
unpleasant outcome
Then my son was born. He followed the bandwagon. One day he told me, "Prove you are good otherwise I will not stay with you".
I was shocked. How miserable he must be feeling from inside!
I instantly responded, "Prove that I am bad. Tell me ten bad things I have done."
righteous deeds
ever cool calm and fearless
clear conscience
After few minutes of pondering he could not find anything. He asked, "Mom you are so good, still why people always criticize you?"
I replied, "I don't know. But you ruined your peace because you didn't use your brain and blindly followed others. Always use your brain. Think and act. Never copy."
blind faith mocks ones brain
following without thinking
disastrous results
If I had told him all are bad, there would have been no difference between others and me.
Criticism breeds hatred and robs peace and joy. I strongly believe however bad others may be we have to be good.
don't do tit for tat
all are punished for sins
God has no mercy
He saw how I was polite and helpful towards everyone. He automatically imbibed those habits. Now he has lots of respect for me and says his mother is the best.
be a role model
practice what you preach to kids
shape noble human
My son got the best students award in school last year. Moment he told me about it, I cried out of happiness.
virtuous living
bliss calmness and inner peace
happiness in end
Contest Name Let the Pens Flow - Haibun
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Date: 8/28/2020
They think that, when you hear the gospel, you start working, creating by your own strength a thankful heart which says, ''I believe.'' That is what they think true faith is—Martin Luther
Your faith is not blind
Change is what you’ll find
Submit
now, your troubled mind
Genuine and kind
Admit
all bad acts, unbind
Re-born! A refined
flame lit
God ‘s soldier commit
Good works, Jesuit
Faith is
everywhere, we sit
on a chair made fit
With this
a carpenter’s wit
Blind faith like hell's pit
Amiss
Holy Spirit bliss
The humble He gifts
Mankind
righteousness is its
divinity’s kiss
Remind
us of His promise
Paradise justice
designed
Life is a complex without a god.
Feel too much, risk being wrong.
Sit in silence, agree, just nod.
We wish it didn't take that long.
Feel like a slave, get smacked with a rod.
Sit down, believe that you're strong.
We all need a break from lifes daily fraud.
Please stay seated and sing your hearts song.
I'll be here, I'll listen, I'll applaud.
Wake up to the sound of a life changing gong.
Reality rarely
really rallies
a real rapture or a ripple.
Condescending criminals
cornering creative cons
causes us to cripple.
We're never as strong as we think.
We need a reminder
from a soul
not on the brink
I'm not so sure what is at stake.
Sleep is overrated.
Am I even awake?
What provides comedians the gift of speech
uncensored with lessons that teach?
Their open mindedness provoking ease
undeterred to speak as they please.
How easily the comedic commentary flows
to places typical populace dare not go
and those few who do
too easily are declared hatred spewed.
I cannot judge, it is not my place
and it stares me in the face.
that history can be lost
at freedoms repeated cost.
Today there are so many points off limits
words not to say in any scrimmage;
should they slip out no matter how you pretend
they are deemed words none dare defend;
unless -
race, gender or personage might use them
it's understood, they are free to abuse them.
I'm not prejudiced, no, really I'm not
but every now and then I have to question saying
WHAT? -
some random thought emerges
with a hint of deceptive questioning surges
Can't I reason and ponder
without fear I am on the brink
of vocalizing what I might think.
Comedic relief displays,
the hidden prejudice revealed in wordplay;
for blacks to say the N word is okay and accepted
but for the whites it is hatred protected;
while LBGT communities seek unity
others are not allowed displeasured scrutiny;
your religion is blind faith for Muslim and Jew
should you practice in this state if it's not my view?
how often is it true
that what we say is not what we always do.
Indeed, there are those
who speak hatred in their prose
but not everyone is afraid
to say that freedom is a sharpened blade.
Freedom of speech, the right to bear arms,
Freedom of religion without harm;
the Bill of Rights fought and well payed
too easily fades away on the paper frayed.
George Carlin revealed it all so well
surely those thoughts and images, could not send us all to hell.
“If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe,
then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low
and settled for very little.”
Today,
Today is a brand new day
Today is highly unexpected
Today I never saw it coming
Today I'm paralysed by all emotions
Today I'm terrified out of my mind
Today my stomach is all knotted up
Today I want to just sit & think
Today I just want to run away....
But i will not...
Because today i choose bravery
Today I'm choosing to stay
Today I'm choosing to trust
Today I'm choosing to leap
Today I'm choosing to be bold
Today I choose impulsiveness over reason
Today I choose blind faith
Because today for some insane reason...
Today...I choose you my best friend...
To be my person, my crazy person
To be the person i trust with my heart
To be the person i embark on the unknown
Today...I choose you...
The red bow was tied; a marriage dance
They fell in love at first glance
The groom and his novia—bride
Only knew what they felt inside
When two hearts who decide
The winding roads of life’s plight
Prevailing winds take flight
Blind faith takes its place
A muted warning of losing grace
Echos of freedom’s uncharted change
Anger, jealousy, and pride estrange
Unrequited lover’s inner challenge
A viper’s spiteful poisonous syringe
Coasting to a motionless throttle
Left only a note of evince in a bottle
Floating then anchoring deep in the ocean
The voyage ends, as does devotion
Dour hearts battles vincere
Never more to each other sincere
¿ Salvar el amor?
Betrothed no more
The sea breeze’s goodbye
The red bow is untied
*Save our love?
Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful
geometric awesome shifting shapes
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding
mankind from time immemorial
when her/his gaze turned heavenward
peering into azure vault –
one macrocosmic hint
per origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe
evolution in shroud of secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until...
twenty first century astrophysicists
begin to unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
precise second, whence explosion filled void
nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennial futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope
whereby generic one primate in love with words!
As subtle obvious
from above and bellow doth burst
this non quitting chap doth tick cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
flickr ring, google ling, and high five ving first
to flout conformity, and will when
coffin doth bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get disbursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better
or hud duh livery wurst.
This pile of pills keeps me afloat,
Washed down with beetroot juice each day
To keep the aches and pains at bay
And ailments more substantial. Who knows
Just where or who I'd be without them
Or what indeed each one bestows
To aid and optimise performance ?
The red ones and the blue ones,
Each of some importance,
Mingle with the squarish pink and multi-coloured
Striped ones. Some dissolve in water
And are ready for the fray,
Ready for the battles , hidden from our sight,
Each has a role to play.
But are they players in a team,
With a clear united mission,
Or is each within our bloodstream
Jostling for position ?
We follow doctor's orders,
Blind faith is what's required.
These cures for our disorders
We've swallowed as prescribed.
Sometimes they'll solve the problem,
Sometimes they surely don't.
We hope they may prolong our life
But fear they maybe won't.
We can't predict our future
Or measure years we've gained or lost,
So keep on with the tablets -
And keep your fingers crossed !