Long Civilization Poems
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The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves
Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought
Inventing a life a moment of escape
Swimming towards an open gate
A trigger with a conscience
A finger on a dime in somebody's tore pocket
What is saved at the end of the day without the skill of care.
Losing a life lost in disaster
Living to prove the glistening of diamonds
Who's shine a reflection of the dream to be left in peace
Diamonds made from the tears off every shooting star
Screams kept in silent smothered jars trapped by ocean waves
Released by moonstruck tides smashing the fallen day
They say apply yourself to a civilization that needs to dream
Pick up those who have fallen along the path as they are the hinges fallen from that rusted gate
Another Friday has arrived
No meat I do sigh
I eat the fishes from Saint Peter’s wishes
Fried or grill
The sea food fits the sacrificial concept bill
Bring the tarter
For a starter
While other condiments enhance
This feeding chance
But all one is doing is not eating meat
Isn’t the fish just as sweet?
As that piece of meat?
Purpose is not to give up
Instead raise a cup
In remembrance of Saint Peter and the stand he took
Referenced in the holiest book
The letters and readings published in the text
Have for centuries earned one’s respect
We believe these are nonfiction accounts
Explaining human civilization and what it is all about
Yes, these stories are supposedly are true
Written by those who saw biblical power plays through
Today’s 2020 Lenten year
We state without a tear
Enormous things have been taken away
Before the 2020 resurrection day
I can say stand by one’s belief
By showing in 24 hours going without eating any beef
This challenge will make one strong
While waiting for those to confess on what they did in 2020 was wrong
The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization.
However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that he encounters; to embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien.
The planet Winter or Gethen inhabitants are hermaphrodite, a manwoman, to be respected and judged only as a human being made up of two major religions opposites in belief and ritual. One is mystical and inspired while the other is rational and philosophical. The novel centers on cultural proficiency not only recognize, but also embraces the worldview that each culture brings.
which gender my love
desire, sire or bare our child
while as a woman
The main conflict in this novel is man vs. society. Genly Ai must adapt to the unfamiliar society on Winter. The people of Winter are very different from the people of Earth. They have no gender and no sexual desire except for once a month. Gender roles are not a part of their society; the rules are very different from Earth rules.
music I listen
you are the earth, moon,and stars
mirror I see in
Lesson learned, he must make sacrifices to achieve his goals.
The book can be read as a love story or anthropological adventure.
2/27/2018
The Left Hand of Darkness written by Ursula K. Le Guin, published in 1969
Quote from the book:
Light is the left hand of darkness
And darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
Together like lovers in kemmer
Like hands joined together,
Poetry Contest: Ursula Le Guin
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
The Dreamless
Now that he had freed himself of the past looking forward
to think thoughts not hampered by dreams of childhood and
the embarrassment of teenage years and sexual clumsiness
falling in love with the most unsuitable and undesirable person possible because she made hot waffles with blueberry jam and sometime strawberry; he still thinks of his horror when his mother thought that woman was a suitable bride for
him mainly because she was stupid and malleable.
It was that beginning that in the end made him break with his past and declare families and danger for civilization, a dagger
in the heart of the future, that must be free of sentimentality.
He liked to sit in bars drinking gin&tonic and watching people before walking to his nearby hotel. Yes, he lived at a hotel because it saved him of the domesticity of paying bills
and fretting about the price of potatoes.
He thought of the German/American writer who said he liked his own company, if that was true how did he know, being drunk most of the time, Not like him who enjoyed his leisure
while waiting to write an earth shattering Novel.
Not to forget the sainted EH, who wrote like a simpleton and
won a Nobel Prize. His contempt for him was endless.
Walking to his hotel in the old part of the town, a boisterous
pig on a balcony fell off and nearly hit him.
The owners of the pig, seeing the animal was mortally wounded, quickly killed the pig by slitting its throat, before it died proper, this to avoid eating a self-dead animal.
This was a shock if the pig had fallen on him he might have ended up in hospital, worse, not being able to walk again
Since he had disowned his family, he had to change his plans.
He would marry an old tart, that had lost her attraction, rent her a flat, give her money for nice dresses, visit her once a week and tell neighbors he was a traveling businessman.
When down with the flu, she could take care of him as it was in her best interest to keep him alive.
Happy now that his future was sorted out, he went to bed and
slept, a night void of dreams.
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The 1st Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Races
Thousands of years ago
Came the first peoples into the Philippine archipelago
They were the Negritos, the Indones & the Malays
They came by feet, by boats & by balangays
The first to come were the Negritos
They came into this land by toes
In times when there were still land bridges
These black-skinned people thrived here for ages
The second to come were the Indones
They came into these islands by boats with ledges
In times when land bridges already submerged
These fair-skinned people here emerged
The third to come were the Malays
They came into this archipelago by balangays
In times when Malaysia was ruled by a cruel sultan
These brown-skinned people to settle here had begun
This is the 1st Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The 3 Races
The Filipinos began as civilized people, not as savages
This is the dawn of Philippine civilization
God started the Philippines as a civilized nation.
-05/06/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Ivory gleams like moonlight carved into memory—
the face of Idia, Iyoba, Queen Mother of Benin,
whose spirit breathes through the silence of exile.
In 1897, they came with fire and iron,
tore open the palace of the Oba,
looted not only gold and bronze,
but the heartbeat of a people.
And still, the mask sits—
caged in London, imprisoned in New York,
while its spirit longs for the red earth of home.
You teach your children that Africa gave nothing.
But what does this mask whisper in your halls?
What story do its eyes tell as they stare back at you?
To us, it was never ornament.
It was our bridge—
a vessel to cross into other dimensions,
to speak with star-brothers from the Pleiades,
to walk with Arcturians, to dream with Sirians.
Through it, we measured not the body,
but the consciousness of the soul.
And you, with your pride,
could never see its truth.
For true intelligence wears humility like a crown,
but you clothed yourselves in arrogance,
and called it civilization.
The Benin mask remembers.
It mourns, but it waits.
For pride is the burden of fools,
and what pride destroyed—
humility will one day restore.
Return it,
for in its eyes still burns
the dignity of Africa.
The day was turning to evening,
Dusk primed to play a short inning,
Worried, the sun was wondering…
Darkness shall ere long shroud the Earth,
Fains should this be my empty mirth,
Who’d ferry forth my duty’s worth?
Cautious, a clay lamp comes forward,
This may sound big mouth, vain a word
To light up all of the vast world,
But I feel sure, do my small worth
And perk up a patch upon Earth--
What I’ve done ever since my birth.
….
And watching all this I felt small:
My light within-- as oft I call,
What have I done with, if at all?
I love light but scarce keen to burn
And give light, gratefulness to earn,
Keen, away from duty to run.
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Musings | 24.10.2025 | lamp, light, tercet
Note: The festival of light is being celebrated in India. But the traditional clay lamps of oil are increasingly getting forgotten and gaudily flashing eye-irritating electric lights take their place, and my thoughts reach out to clay lamps which have been doing a great job ever since early civilization.
I am Charlie
Je suis Charlie
I laugh at myself
I laugh at the world
I mock you with love
I love to contemplate
I love for humanity to think
There are no limits to freedom of expression
As long as we have no hate in the heart
Let us mock the universe
In gaiety and laughter
If we learn not to take ourselves too serious
Maybe just maybe
We shall feed a few poor
Maybe an act of kindness
Maybe we shall forgive and open our hearts
Maybe one shall rejoice and clap at a daily good deed given
Maybe our kindness will rank higher than our ideals
Maybe, just maybe, a cartoon can be just that
A Cartoon
We all have different views
Different tastes
Our diversity is our beauty
We can each enjoy that which we see as art
We can each ignore, that which pleases not the eye
Free choice is golden
Cold blooded killers
Have no place in our civilization
Whoever kills in the name of the most merciful
Is a fool and an infidel
If Allah was an artist
The infidels would be caricatures on a sketch pad
To be erased from all of humanity
Yes, I am Charlie
La Sagrada Familia church in Barcelona, Spain is being finished after 144 years
I'm not a Christian, but can appreciate the labor of love and majestic design when I see one. I, however, find this magnificent cathedral completion being a bit late as the surrounding times had irrevocably changed
The work is finished, took so many years
Time comes for admiration, prayer, cheers
Construction's done, scaffolding's coming down
With folks be flocking way from out of town
In glory of their Lord but also land of Spain
Yet being so late, street riffraff’s in disdain
For Muslim crowds nothing but a joke
No quiet piety these steeples to evoke
Oh, Europe, Europe, one could never know
Why you admitted, nurtured and let grow
Without common roots, rejecting Mothers' Grace
A savage foreign horde of fiendish angry faith
They fill your streets, demanding Sharia
From places far, they made the ‘aliyah’
A malady, from which there’s no recourse
Sad alteration of mankind’s future course
As time flows, a church of yellow stone
This splendid site is bound to stand alone
Eyewitness, symbol-speaking, through her eyes
Of Western world corruption and demise
March 28, 2026
like the gold ring embracing my finger yet
cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight
than within it
because illusion is impossibly perfect
a space beyond tangibility and compassion
where perception is a curse word, as we willingly hand over
our judgment for execution
like a gladiator doomed to die, sacrificed for the
amusement of spectators
empty spectators seeking to fill themselves
with the blood-caked sand of the arena
oblivious to the grain they sell across the street
you see
yourself amid the rapacious press and it is beautiful to you
for a moment, look closer
the sleek, glossy pelts of the hunt-dogs will molt into
skeletal mange
you see
that which you crave is an autumn leaf in the wind
doomed to roam until it crumbles to dust
unattainable
perfection is a curse word as we seek to paint meaning
onto the broken remnants of civilization
that which you crave is a lie you have been spoonfed
since you first took breath
you cannot be anything you want
some things are impossible
and you will never fulfill all of your dreams
but this is what they didn't tell you:
the power of dreams is in the act, not the fulfillment
impossibilities are the roadmap to your life
and who you are is beautiful, because
not despite, like you have been told
because of your flaws, your failures, your sorrow
these things do not define you
they make you complete