Long Ceremonial Poems
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My life, it has ambled treacherously for some time now,
To the cheerless and ecstatic, diurnal and nocturnal rhythms somehow.
Furtively it quests for joys life seldom offers,
With the touch of its lips and the rock of hips, from luck and fortune’s brimming coffers.
From caged intangible impregnable expanse, into my hazy apparitions, an angel, she descends,
To be tended softly first and then into me she blends.
An angel they say she is to all mankind,
Peace of mind and all the joys festoon themselves combined to whoever she be confined.
Last Sunday’s dawn, when seeking solitude in a musing trance,
Meditating on my heart chakra, without thoughts in my mind swaying in a the ceremonial dance,
I felt the caress of her aura and poise,
Mien & demeanor of her simplicity swept across me without any noise
My yearning heart suckles on her auric light and feverous emotions that are diffuse,
Kindness her moniker, and from now on from within me she will repeatedly unleash and break loose.
21/3/2012, by: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Life as a poet was never my chosen profession or vocation
Nor do I aspire to wear a crown in ceremonial coronation
but I am grateful for comments with sincere appreciation
My capricious muse and I conferred, and after deliberation
we offer you a list of poetry resolutions, with the stipulation
that we dubiously hope to keep in this whimsical declaration
1. I will diligently try to pen new forms, without frustration
2. Write with positive karma, avoiding negative confrontation
3. Create more imaginative poems with ambiance and elation
4. Laugh at those who try to malign me with childish vexation
5. My muse made me promise to engage in harmless flirtation
*List appended with a clause stating: 'exaggerated expectation'
December 9th, 2021
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Picture the scene
In the Arizona sun
A column of rock
Upon it a Dragon stands
Created by nature
Moisture and vapour
An artist would marvel
To portray it on paper
This beast of beasts
On ceremonial stance
Looking down on the land
In its staring trance
This mystical creature
Seems out of place
On indigenous lands
Their tribal place
Through out our world
Nature always amazes
Showing different pictures
In many places
So all you poets
Who are photo takers
Upload them now
As were story makers
" inspired by an amazing photo sent to me by Carolyn,
which is on my blog if you care to view "
John 2: 1-12
21st Century King James Version
2 And on the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there;
2 and both Jesus and His disciples were called to the marriage.
3 And when they lacked wine, the mother of Jesus said unto Him, “They have no wine.”
4 Jesus said unto her, “Woman, what have I to do with thee? Mine hour is not yet come.”
5 His mother said unto the servants, “Whatsoever He saith unto you, do it.”
6 And there were set there six waterpots of stone, according to the manner of the purifying of the Jews, holding twenty to thirty gallons apiece.
7 Jesus said unto them, “Fill the waterpots with water.” And they filled them up to the brim.
8 And He said unto them, “Draw some out now, and bear it unto the governor of the feast.” And they took it.
9 When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, not knowing from whence it had come (but the servants who drew the water knew), the governor of the feast called the bridegroom
10 and said unto him, “Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine, and when men have drunk well, then that which is worse; but thou hast kept the good wine until now.”
11 This beginning of miracles Jesus did in Cana of Galilee, and manifested forth His glory; and His disciples believed in Him.
12 After this He went down to Capernaum, He and His mother and His brethren and His disciples; and they continued there a few days.
Explore verse 10 in more detail: Remember the Jewish nation was under the law in their religion. The law said that they had to do ceremonial washing and the pots that were filled were ceremonial pots. The water was turned into wine, a wine better than that which was served first to the guests. God sent the law, the prophets and then at last God sent His own Son. God saved the best for last. Hallejulah ..
Are you symbolic gesture that
summons strange new lands?
A magnetic vortex adjoining,
spaces between, with frequency
band.
What gives you the office to officiate journeys,
advertising your prowess
like a slippery judge-attorney.
Jury at a trade show, bending attentions,-
threshold.
Sprawling out like a rainbow on Earthen gurney
-then,
standing like a giant hero
midstride into miracle.
Doorway?
Mystical?
What gives you the Authority?
Is it Spiritual?
Metaphysical?
Like an antenna wed to the Earth,
morphed into a wedding ring yourself;
what gives
you the anointing to do both?
Christen, glisten and weigh the berth.
Only the Lord, only.
Plus, He listens, He knows our hearts,
and gives YOU all your power of
ceremonial worth.
You are a fraud, masquerading
as a Golden Eye of God peering through a window.
Give the credit where it is due and bend the knee.
Carnival slideshow.
My left sock filed taxes on a Tuesday frog,
while a cabbage sang opera to a confused log.
The moon ate a stapler with mustard delight,
then borrowed a canoe from the darkness of light.
I purchased a banana for seventeen clouds,
but the receipt was allergic to yodeling crowds.
A rhinoceros teacup performed ballet cheese,
and a watermelon sneezed in seven languages.
My toaster proposed to a decorative brick,
their wedding was speedy, suspiciously quick.
The minister hamster wore cinnamon pants,
while unicycling ferrets performed tribal dances.
At midnight a turnip became Vice President,
its policies largely were soup-oriented.
It promised free waffles for every raccoon,
and declared every Thursday a ceremonial spoon.
The end is approaching, or maybe a chair.
A penguin just shampooed the national air.
I leave you this wisdom, profound as a sock:
If potatoes can whisper,
then gravy can rock.
Fin.
Or asparagus.
Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
EGWUGWU
O black African mysticism
Ceremonial Masquerade
Droning in the deep rain forest
Among the hills
I salute you
With a clang of your machete
Scattering rays from sunlight!
O terrific African beauty
Fierce Masquerade
Charging the square to zest
Even with waist cord restraint!
Transcendent of human and spirit
Adhering to the call of Oja
The absorbing beat from
Ékwé, Ogénè and Ìchàkà
Gbam gbam dim dim gbam dim
Kom kom kororo kom….
The esoteric voice of Ìgbà
Which awakens the spirit
Of the black human race!
Egwugwu, spirit of the ancestors
Messenger of the gods
Ascended from Ani-mmo!
Custodian of the age long lore
Whose appearance
Helps the child retrace their root
And old men reminisce their past!
Spiritual Welcome
The Step Aboard
Thanking the Lord
Thought of Heaven
The Promise
Years through God’s will
His Gospel Mission Fulfilled
Honor, Glory and Uplift
Heavens enter a Gift
Blessed it Spiritual Warriors
Your Reserved Seat
Devil in total defeat
Chosen ones
Enter my Saints
Sanctuary of Praise
Days and Nights in Heaven evermore
Faith proved sure
Come and Dwell
Enriched with all the ceremonial goodness
This is your story
All found in Glory
Heaven’s desire
The place where praises never tire
Your Heavenly Shout with no expire
Peace and Comfort
Heaven’s spoken words
The gates are open
Luggage not needed
Enter proudly and boldly
Permission gracefully granted
Shout Hallelujah
"No, they are assassins from Akrah!"
"They cannot be my Lord, we have orders to take them in!
"They are assassins, I say. You shall not take them in!"
"Whatever, my orders are to take them in."
"And if I stand before you!"
"I shall carry out my orders Lord!"
"My young friend, I shall not fight you."
"I am glad my Lord."
"My blood boils when I see these assassins."
"I was told they were envoys, Lord."
"May I ask you Turgon, who did give these wonderful orders?"
"The orders came from the golden king himself."
Will you do something for me, my young friend?"
"You only have to ask and you know it shall be, my Dark man."
I wish you to delegate a duty to your strongest men."
"What would this duty be, my Dark man?"
"I want these monstrosities watched, wherever they may be."
"Most assuredly my Dark Man."
"Have someone ready to ring the alarm bell at any time Turgon."
"Francis is already in position my Lord."
"I shall see you in the palace Turgon."
"You shall indeed, well met, my Dark Man."
"Well met Turgon."
The Dark man. on Turvehrhr,
he goes over to Turgon and the king's guard,
the ceremonial guard trot off towards Alahsar,
the envoys in tow.
Now, it was a pleasant evening for the festivities,
A cool breeze did blow across Badicha,
Such a beautiful night for a slow ride,
through the great golden gates,
Slowly, the knights started towards the golden gates,
at a trot.
So it was,
the celebrations would have such strange guests,
Well, the song of Alahsar,
it must now come to an end,
Your Bard must now have a little mead,
after this, the song shall begin again,
May the ancient songs of Alahsar,
ever be sung in their glory.
Chapter..........1..........Part..........2..........3.
Now, we may return to Alahsar,
deep within the heart of our thought,
May my song bring Alahsar.
the golden city,
to the fore of your mind,
once more,
the vision of wonder shall become clear,
may the words paint the most striking pictures,
Now, let us charge our horns,
my Lords and Ladies,
the song, I shall now, in humility,
lay before you once more,
the song of ages,
long since past,
I shall now sing,
Come with me to the city of Alahsar.
To Be Continued..........