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Baby blue waters
Jumping dolphins play around
Mashed potatoes clouds
Puff up with confidence and delight
The Joyous Island is so much fun -
Childlike memories spent here
I admire the blooming miracles that I hold dear
Come and take a dip
Or a swim in the warm, sweet waters!
Watch out for the sinister, wicked shark!
Maybe we can borrow Noah's marvelous Ark!
The waters are wild and funky
The falcons sway in the spiraling breeze
Oceans aroma is pleasant to the nostrils
If you look closely at the sand, you'll spot puny daffodils,
Poking their heads out with glee and they're at ease
Dancing to and fro in the Blessed Breeze
Laying on the sand in peace,
Daydreaming...getting a tan
And I...am carefree
Like the sea creatures swirling with ecstasy
The waves are giant...
They descend and ascend...I tell them to stop pushing its gravity on me
They continue doing it playfully and defiantly
But, I'm secretly enjoying every moment of it
I love spending time in the Joyous Island
It's like living in flawless paradise
Crazy clams and chill crabs
Take a walk on sunshine...
I wish I can be like them,
Spending time in their Hopeful Homeland
That would be beyond amazing and grand!
Walruses take naps with their beloved family
I wish I could take a good break, but I'm too caught up in society
I need to escape from the over-packed city
'Cause deep down inside, I'm consuming angst, confusion, and pity
If I can take a vacation for at least a week
That would be neat...I just have to remain patient and meek
The Spring and Summer heat zip through me
The sun is shining with zealousness and possibly
It's showing me a sign that I should go swimming with sun-shining might
In the baby blue waters...before the gracious day turns to callous night!
Sending me hot chills and cool vibes
Have no worries - no need to stress, baby
Feel free to relax in Joyous Island and be happy-go-lucky
From a window I stood, arm leant against the pane, fingers hunched and bitter cold,
Toughened glass, tinted, you can see the light, but only through the grain,
The rays kiss the ground, the clouds cushion the sky, the colours are dull,
The open land is vast, with bellowing winds, if you listen carefully you’ll here them cry.
Weakened pavements that lead to nowhere, gutters from where life is drained,
Curbs that stand tall to those that lay, to those that cant stand its to hard to bare
Soil that we seed, water to drown our sorrow, trees that hang lifeless,
They’re lifted with light, but its not because they can see, its shelter we borrow.
Time stands beside me, no emotion on her face, her hands are there but she has no grip,
She gives herself for us to waste, to only wish we could stop her, or change her pace
TBC....
Form:
Dwell not, O soul, on yesterday,
on sorrows past and gone -
the sketch you drew so long ago,
today may be redrawn.
Dwell not upon tomorrow's wars,
nor borrow from their pain -
that energy you need today
let not your worries drain.
Dwell not, O heart, on failures past
though each one left its scar -
rich lessons you have learned have forged
the person you now are.
Dwell not upon your victories,
for those shall also pass -
let not your pride construct a shrine
to trophies made of glass.
Dwell not, O soul, on others' gain
nor envy those with much -
contentment, paired with gratitude,
brings peace no wealth can touch.
Dwell not on anyone's downfall
as though it lifted up
your own estate; we're siblings all
and drink from the same cup.
So what is left, O soul - where does
the prudent soul pay heed?
Become less of a taker
always give to those in need.
Which seeds are we to plant
upon this plot of ground we plow?
Sow seeds of love, be brave, and dwell
in the eternal now.
Written 6 Dec 2020
Oh, I never intended to bring forth sorrow,
Never meant to inflict a pang, a borrow.
A single moment, a glimpse of delight,
Yearned to witness you in laughter's light.
In the hues of nocturnal pain, a symphony so grand,
Nocturnal pain, nocturnal pain like nature's own command.
A sole desire, to see you with joy's refrain,
Laughing, dancing in the purple rain.
Oh, let the rhythm of life in vibrant rhyme,
Waltzing with the echoes of a bygone time.
In a poet's spirit, where freedom's wings attain,
You, my dear, laughing in the purple rain.
No commercial gain, just a cascade of dreams untold,
A canvas of emotions, a tale to unfold.
I seek but one vision, in nature's vast terrain,
You, my love, laughing in the purple rain.
:: 01.15.2024 ::
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Comments:
In the luminous tapestry of verse, the poet unfolds a narrative that transcends the mundane, weaving a delicate dance between sorrow and joy, anguish and delight. The language is a gentle river, meandering through the emotional landscape with the subtlety of a laureate's pen.
My mind, my heart, and my hands
All I think and feel and do.
All I know and understand
All for You.
All I see and hear and say
Every moment, every day
All I hope and dream and pray
All for You...
My successes and my failures
My temptations and my fears
The frustrations I endure
All for You…
All my happiness and sorrow
All I own and lend and borrow
Each today and each tomorrow
All for You...
Every heartbeat, every breath
All my talent, all my treasures.
'Til the moment of my death
All for You.
All my memories and liberty.
And all that You have given me.
All I am and wish to be.
All for You.
Hearkening to community's notion,
confines himself to violent commotion;
Mumbling as though stricken by demotion,
stumbles to fathom out his emotion;
Hence, rumbles to drink an energy potion,
which could empower him to submerge in devotion.
Sailing upon the journey of solitude,
embraces the high altitude;
Possessing the mental fortitude,
counters the disputes with great magnitude;
Masking the rage through aptitude,
He shrinks bitter attitude~
for squeezing out some warm gratitude.
Wildly swimming into the tunnels of dark hollow,
he persistently pleads for lamp light to follow;
( swish... swoosh... whoosh..)
Oh Great, looking out for her companion
appears the angel of destiny!
She browses & scans to spot his brow:
bandaged with thorns of sorrow.
At once approaches him with an aim to borrow
Tiny little golden finger traces his forehead furrow,
Eyes offer him illusioned syrup to swallow,
assuring that his woes would not exist up to morrow.
Then, rapidly brushing the needles of pain aside;
She promises to stay beside~
alerts him to no longer bide,
demands him to confront the tide,
comforts him to go down the slide,
For which, he earnestly tries to abide
by relishing the deep glide,
treasure hunts his lost poetry pride,
which later becomes his daily ride.
Travelling in it he feels cured and satisfied!
u.s. consumers
my life is full of different complications
I dealt with them but problems now emerge
I solved them all but they created situations
bills began to escalate I had to borrow funds
friends were asked but they just turned me down
I sold my working tools as well as all my guns
now my bills are paid and I became debt free
then the bank offered me a credit card
I bought various item lifetime guarantee
after a month my credit card came due
my bank said not to worry just pay the minimum
and now my bill included 25% added fee who knew
Guess I have work two jobs just to stay afloat
My battery is running out.
Does anyone have a charger lying about?
I would be lying.
If I said I wasn’t spying.
A charger on that chair.
I bet it’s something they could spare…
My laptop won’t make it much longer.
I need to hurry and charge her!
So I borrow the charger and plug it in.
I hope they don’t come back and see this sin.
But then, there seems to be smoke rising up…
Is that from my laptop?
There seems to be an issue with my laptop shaking.
And the fire my laptop is making.
I grab a fire extinguisher and start to spray.
The library remembers the incident, to this day.
When I caused a fire and a scene.
And asked “what do you mean?”
I guess I used a bad cord.
A new laptop, I’ll need to afford.
Just because my battery was running out.
But now, I have more to worry about.
The firefighters have left.
I am a little bereft.
And more than a little ashamed.
Using a bad charger that shall not be named.
But what can I say?
I had an essay.
Now my laptop is a broken eye sore.
And the library has banned me once more.
sometimes we act like we
gotta ask for nothing
our way of trying to get something
beg a little to get what we got
and act satisfied cause it aint a lot
unmind one to do what we need
that save a few to make our selfs believe
likened to tryna be loved
what the hell are we thinking of
save half, bargin and deal
or marry up ya'll know the deal
getting it in
and taking it out
all is spent
you know what that's about
Right on brother
(the things you say)
right on sister
(yes will have me say)
right on brother(tell em)
right on sister!
She didn't want to ask her husband
to grab some grub
what the hell is she thinking of
gallon of milk cost half of that
2 for 2 that's where it's at
scramble to find a betta deal
guess you know that's for real
we need a way to be forreal
tell the world how we feel
calm the real to be right
start up trouble
to cause a fight
than a voice told me
better not
look at him and what he's got
get it right
calm my nerves and contain myself
put the can o squash back on the shelf
Right on Bruhda, right on sista!
asked her lover to borrow twent dollas
he started wanting love
Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.
The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why? I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling.
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.
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