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Perceptions of the world around us,
are shaped by what we’ve lost or found in the
dusts of membrance, trusts of memberment
busts of everEssentialEssences
bodies of discernment
In every person, there’s a story
A deep, complex and vivid glory
Some see beauty, some see pain
The same landscape, yet not the same pane
We view the world through coloured glass
And some may see a rose,
others thorns en masse
of briared walls
of no escape, of the impasse,
razored maws agape
Perceptions can be joyful or bleak
A kaleidoscope, that’s ever unique
We love, we hate, we laugh, we cry
Our emotions, reflections that lie beneath,
ripples of watery eye, the deep rings
of being a being
Yet, if we could just take a step back
And see with the eyes of a love we lack
Our perceptions might just change
And the world could be transformed
in brilliant range,
back to a pleasing view the eye feasts to see
In the end, it’s all we’ve got
Our feelings, perceptions, and our own plot
of coordinate directions aloft
So, let us cherish and embrace
The beauty and the love,
with no trace of hate and have it all,
instead of the have nots
For when we see beyond ourselves
And feel the pain of someone else
Our perceptions broaden wide and far
And love can heal the deepest scars
So let us walk with open hearts
And see the beauty in all parts
For in this world of joy and strife
We all deserve to live a life-
Where love and kindness reign supreme
And hopes and dreams can always gleam
Let's shift our perceptions, just a bit
And make this world a brighter, better fit,
for a better place for dreams
Over saturation with
welter weighted Yuletide
drenching world, web, wide
equal and/or greater
effort demands energy tide
to global warming,
lest apocalypse doth ride
high and mighty mandating,
inculcating, buoying... pride
toward planet Earth, the
apathetic, demonic, horrific,
plastic... malleable passive
can no longer run and hide.
Results elucidating, forthcoming,
groundbreaking courtesy of 23andme
nsync with network of
newly discovered cache of relatives
which painstakingly diligent
(joint) effort helped
map our family tree,
though her ardent effort
completed many months past I re:
visit substantially detailed
information about our genealogy,
this time (December)
of every year prompts me
now with particularly increased clarity
to conjure, imagine dragons,
order summon... glimpsing
mine Jewish ancestry,
yet nary handy
dandy blues clues,
not even one iota subsequently
qualifies yours truly to identify
with persecuted peoples be
leave me you,
a sudden fiery conversion
to immerse myself with Judaism fee
bull, nonetheless chronology
to broaden knowledge
base shockingly woke
greater awareness (i.e. truncated limbs)
regarding Holocaust soak
king unrepentant perpetrators
with blood on their
hands doth provoke
sadness more aware about
Eastern European distant
cousins bore yoke
of anti-Semitism
spiritually, figuratively
incises, didst stoke
albeit time delayed
vicarious pain, no matter broke
ken spirits long since
turned to dust, whereby
former ignorance (mine) linkedin
with smattering generations
of yore besmoke
horrors indelibly stitched within genes
comprising every bone
and sinew (mine).
Said heightened awareness
noticeably pronounced sudden
agonizing psychosomatic sensation
that did further third eye blind,
hence painful to open these brown eyes
already afflicted with severe myopia lined
with so called "floaters" necessitating
custom made bifocals, where Ophthalmic
laboratory technicians (manufacturing
opticians, optical goods workers, or kind
optical mechanics) deftly grind
cut, edge, and finish lenses according
to instructions provided by dispensing
opticians, optometrists, or ophthalmologists.
Imagine the most successful version of you.
Imagine something that can actually come true.
Imagine all that success and what it would do.
Imagine all the failure that you plough through.
Imagine that dream job or successful career.
Imagine a life partner you love more each year.
Imagine your children you hold so dear.
Imagine happiness and a world of no fear.
Imagine your unrivalled talent,
the happiness, respect, wealth and love.
A life where you are most gallant,
imagine a freedom that flies like a dove.
A fantastic life which you empower,
away from sadness, bitter and sour,
outdoing rivals and making them cower,
when every hour is your finest hour.
Imagine imagine the life you imagine will actually happen
and you will live it for real one day.
Your resilience creates brilliance as skills broaden,
creating access to success on a vast array.
Now process this motion picture that is your own notion,
the life of glory and its extraordinary story.
Right now it lives in your imagination,
you hide it there to avoid humiliation.
But, just think about this,
this could be your only chance to exist.
Can you choose to believe wholeheartedly
what you imagine can become reality?
It's already real,
it's happened in your head,
so can become something you feel
before you are dead.
You can imagine
and you can dream,
with application these ways
could be seen.
If you can dream and imagine what life could be like,
then be brave each day and try to reach that height.
Your energy will drain so use it sensibly,
rest as you need to along this tiresome journey.
Difficulties always ease with familiarity,
strive for your aim and never switch to plan b.
Be strong physically and mentally,
and life will become what you want it to be.
And know you may seem deluded,
until the day the journey is concluded.
If you are persistent you will get through,
and the impossible will someday happen to you.
Dream a dream of the best you,
chase that dream until it comes true.
If it can happen in your head,
it can happen before you're dead,
live life brave before you reach the grave.
"it always seems impossible until it is done" - Ghandi
My Power Story
As a child, I only saw
the power of three,
my Mom,
my Dad
and me.
We were a solid three.
When my brother Jon was born
I adopted the power of four.
Because he I adored,
I learned to make room for four.
When I was eight,
I learned to value
the power of two,
me and my best friend Sue.
Without her by my side, there was
nothing I could do!
Then my horizons began
to broaden and I learned
the power of five, six, seven
Eight and ten…
My numbers of friends
kept increasing.
My world was
constantly multiplying
and dividing, as soon as
puberty bloomed in me.
But when chirping blue birds
and naked cherubs started
spinning around my head,
when the love struck and
set in at age nineteen,
I seemed to go backwards,
back to the power of two.
Those were the glory days
when we could sit and
gaze into each other’s eyes
for days. We’d walk through
the park and the zoo
holding hands and saying
I love you.
Clueless was I, that the
misuse of this mystical power
of two, could leave
me battered and bruised,
and emotionally
used and abused.
Once my stone tower of two
came tumbling down,
the power of two didn’t seem as
fresh as spring dew anymore,
as before when I thought our love
was strong enough to last forever!
For years the soured
power of two made me
want to run endlessly,
to distant corners
of the earth just to escape
the painful memories
of ever being a part of this
dreadful duo.
Now I am starting
to enjoy the warm rays of sun
and the dynamic fun
that I’ve found in
the best power
of them all,
the power of one!
Just me,
by myself in the
day to day grind,
learning to stand strong as one,
to love and to nurture myself,
enjoying my life
without any strife.
There’s a lot to be said
about the power of one.
Learning to find joy and peace,
just being me for a while.
One day I’ll probably
be ready to move on to
whatever power is next for me,
when loneliness
starts to sour this
single power.
But for now,
I’ll enjoy the
power of one,
to the tenth
degree,
just being me!
8/22/21
"Nauseous"
Getting closer to Autumn
In deep thought near a marble column
Always doing things that lead me quickly into a coffin
Overlooked, abused and forgotten
Felt like I had zero in common
So I kept staying solemn
Because people are quick to turn it into a problem
By being rotten
Others are fast to play opossum
Yet they still plotted
Making others suffer, so the profit
Goes into their own pocket
You can eat dog s***
Mouth always running like a faucet
Below still and moving objects
It's always been a contest
Regardless of the concept
Usually am, but was not all that cautious
Waking up feeling nauseous
Once in a blue moon, I'll really overdue it and vomit
These damn dabs of the chronic
I'm always on it
This ing liquor I can't stay off it
Yes I know, that makes me an alcoholic
It's honest logic
Only so much time is allotted
Stomach often knotted
Working occasionally outside, but usually in an office
It was a stroke of genius or thoughtless
It's been awesome or chaotic
Got shot with something caustic
And toxic
Had some wins but even more losses
They tell me I need to pray to god and wear crosses
Solitude and silence among near endless gossip
I promise
I'm no novice
It's going cosmic
Blood occasionally clotted
Molecules bonded
Lines still unconnected and dotted
Feeling alone and frosted
I'd treat her like a goddess
I want it, but she makes me feel unwanted
Taunted
Mind haunted
Yet still wearing an infinity gauntlet
Continuing to sip out this goblet
As folks display jaundice
Turning psychotic
Being obnoxious
Quick to cause conflict
Over written words or something said by a prophet
She looked like Pocahontas
And he looked like a Walrus
Friends with lifeforms that are aquatic
As well as striped and spotted
Like flies people that talk s***
Get swatted
Harder than Stone Cold Steve Austin
Signature move combined with a double rock bottom
What's been done was wise or preposterous
Impact small or colossus
I'm going on no matter if I feel exhausted
And downtrodden
For myself and others horizons shall broaden
I smoke this blunt
And clear my mind
Put up this front
To get out of the world's blind
To taste the purple haze across my lips
The intoxicating smoke fills the room
Smoking this eternal bliss
Makes new ideas brew and bloom
To broaden the life I'm supposed to lead
To reach the horizon where the sun set that sunset for me
Where no stupid people abuse the greed in the souls they breed
For the pieces of damaged souls that will never again be
The tired worker stumbles through the door
Working his ass off for the accidental family he made
Looking up to the stars and planets and through the Nevermore
Feeling defeated and stupid because you know you were played
To broaden my thoughts --- to broaden my dreams
Listening to intuition --- trying to listen to me
In a world where nothing is what it seems
In a world that they lie to you about being free
They see everything you do and breathe
They learn everything about your body and brain
And how to make you instantaneously bleed
Hitting you with corruption --- like a derailed train
Hopelessly you stumble --- on the balance of life
And aimlessly living --- no matter what the cost
The corruption that stings you and cuts you with a meat knife
America: "Taking people's lives for power and greed" --- at whoever's loss
So where do you find the balance in all the chaos and hate?
Where is your "safe haven" --- where is your place for you and your's?
Nobody but yourself will ever be in the position to challenge your own fate
When finally there's a chip in you --- no need for jobs, currency, or stores
And when the time comes will you let them brand you mad?
And finally stand up for a probable cause --- finding the guns we stashed
Or are you going to let them take our families --- with constant tears of sad?
Fighting against the world --- completely trashed
Knowing the survivors (if any) probably won't be long
Until all the military swarms and barricades us in
Thinking about the Apocalypse --- I rip the bong
I'm here to go against the world to save my own sins
AT THE EDGE
Red velvet I step into the abyss
If I choose
I see crystal clear at the edge
Ancient cries of turmoil
Grips of control, men being boys
Boys being men
On the other side of the edge
White eagles fly to the right
or in circles
Owls hoot as they please
Silver stars beckon endlessly
A Prince leans from a window frame
Overlooking Sea ruled by Poseidon
of wondrous waves and spuming whales
searching for Circe with a Venus lock
Crossed legs in black socks
Eyes twinkling enticement
fear barely perceived
At the edge of the world Suns
are rounded rainbows
Cries of hunger rise and die
Selfish give in crumbs
with eyes longing to arrive
here too, while Buddhists
drink tea in golden cups
Here you fall so deep and
Speak to Zeus, if he wants to reply
Transplant minds and let thoughts
fly into blank cells
Broaden eternity, if you wish
Jump back into black or forward
to seek the flint
carrying you round about
At the edge it is dangerously
Exciting in the moment
Nothing else
In the moment at the
Edge
©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1998
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{ Note : This poem was written whilst I was working in Parliament. The first words, Red velvet, was a image coming from the red carpet rolled out, outside my office, on the way to the National Assembly, where a President of another country was due to walk on, into the National Assembly for speech-giving.
The image of a Prince comes from a Minister of State, who I was due to have a meeting with, after lunch. He was leaning from his office window towards the National Assembly building. As I looked up into his face, all I saw was a Great Sea with spuming whales. In the next few minutes I was opposite him looking at his crossed legs in black socks talking about why a piece of legislation was important. Strange. )
Bushan Singh Chib hails from the picturesque town of Ramban, nestled within the enchanting Chib Valley in the northern region of Jammu and Kashmir, India. He emerges as a rising star in the realm of Indian poetry, captivating hearts with his profound verses. Born into a middle-class family, Bushan's roots lie deep in the soil of his homeland.
His father, Shri Barfu Ram, is a dedicated farmer, toiling under the sun to nurture the land that sustains their family. His mother, Smt. Hukmu Devi, is a loving and devoted housewife who keeps the hearth warm with her care. Bushan is not alone in this journey; he has the support and companionship of two siblings - an elder brother and a younger one, as well as a sister, adding warmth and camaraderie to their household.
Educationally, Bushan embarked on his academic journey by completing his 12th-grade education with a focus on Arts at HSS Topneel. Determined to further his knowledge and broaden his horizons, he pursued his graduation at GDC Doda, where he delved deeper into his passion for literature and poetry.
In this age of technological advancement, Bushan also recognized the importance of digital literacy and added another feather to his cap by completing a Diploma in Computer Applications (DCA), enhancing his skills and adaptability in an ever-changing world.
With his roots firmly grounded in the rural landscapes of Ramban, Bushan Singh Chib is not just a poet but a symbol of resilience, representing the aspirations of countless middle-class families in India. His journey, though just beginning, is already marked by dedication, hard work, and a profound love for literature and poetry. As he continues to grow and evolve, his words will undoubtedly continue to inspire and resonate with those who have the privilege of reading them.
We march for we are tired of the abuse
We speak out for we are tired of being misused
We march for we demand for our lives to matter
We speak out for our lives to be valued like the American dollar
You value your jobs and comfortable living with family you hold dear
You should see we're just trying to live the same without being in fear
You and I are one in the same just different colors of skin
You look upon us as if coming to this land where we were once slaves now free is a sin
400 years we suffered at the hands of whips and chains
400 years we suffered being belittled and taken in vain
400 years we suffered loss due to this ongoing war that never ends
400 years needs to change and broaden the views of all for this message I send
Is to say it's time to take a stand and unite for black lives matter
Is to say we minorities are trying to live and provide for our family
Is to say as we march along the streets through our anger and chatter
We just want to walk alongside you hand and hand and be thought about daily
Not as another mistake who deserves to die by the hands of injustice
Not as another sin of God's creations that was a mistaken race
But as people who are just trying to live and do what we can fighting for justice
But as survivors who are trying to pave the way for a future generation among the surface
And teach that the world isn't so bad for there are those who care
And show that your beautiful inside and out as God's children none can take away
And preach there will be those who still will view your skin weak to compare
But always remember God is the one who rules over all and he has the final say
And as his children he watches over his own and his love is powerful to unite the world if we take a stand
my home is home
my village is my village
my district is my district
my state is my state
my Nation is my Nation
My World is my World
No, my village is my home
my district is my district
my state is my state
my Nation is my Nation
My World is my World
No, my district is my home
my state is my state
my Nation is my Nation
My World is my World
No. my state is my home
my Nation is my Nation
My World is my World
No, my Nation is my home
My World is my World
No, My world is my home
curtail the ignorance
broaden the sense
Yes, this World is my home only