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Some of the most beautiful moments in time
are those that arrive unexpectedly and leave
indelible traces on the heart. ~ by poet
'pon Winter's wind a voice called to me
In barely a whisper, he repeated my name
It was as if he was asking a tender plea
Magically, nothing near me looked the same
for time had drawn me into Victorian years.
I found myself in a beautiful, faraway place
where there was no one I recognized.
It was not a sense of fear I was feeling
but my thoughts were reeling and my eyes ~
My eyes were on the brink of spilling tears.
A hand reached out and turned me around.
I felt very small for his height made me look up
In this man's visage I thought I would drown
Then he offered me wassail in an antique cup
I knew not from where he had simply appeared.
Not one single word did either of us speak
We stood side by side as it began to snow
He brushed a crystalline flake from my cheek
and in a deep but gentle voice he whispered low ~
"Have you ever read a Sonnet of Shakespeare's?"
Odd, I thought as the crystals kept tumbling down.
"He wrote in one, comparing snowflakes to kisses."
His smile reached his eyes and erased his frown.
I could only nod, not knowing who this man is
or that we seemed to be inside some kind of sphere.
He took my arm and led me to a gazebo for cover.
By now, he must have thought me to be a mute.
An assumption quite untrue, he would soon discover
when questions I asked proved me to be astute.
So many that he finally put his hands over his ears.
Patiently, he replied with quandaries of his own,
"Has there been something missing from your life?
Fate led you here, Lass. On the wind you were blown.
Could you live inside this fantasy world without strife?
If you can, then Truly I say ~ you belong with me here.
The Redwood Trees are among the largest living organisms in existence.
How large are they? Can you imagine how large our God is if He allows these trees to capture our attention?
They among the largest gymnosperm calls us from afar,
The average weight a million pound all around, if it falls you will hear the sound miles and miles away. Every day you see it, even thousands of miles in the air, no comparing to its size.
It is without any conscious intent, that I will see this majestic beauty's one day for myself.
There are two main energies love and fear, we're inundated with things to fear, but this here is love unspeakable near.
From the national geographic, hangs on the wall 6 guys in the tree, both low and tall, standing secure enough not to fall.
Can you imagine how large our God is, with no tears, but cheers, to hear that He is near, no fear, but love He has for all who calls on Him who stands straight and tall waiting for our call and that's not all, I will not fall. My God, my God, I hear your call and I stand straight and tall!
Illinois, Winter of 1920
Fair crystal-like turquoise crowns o'er heartland
while townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing,
for those who dressed warmly had only planned,
meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying.
While townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing,
comparing, what's-in, plus what's-not, prattling,
meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying,
stained-glass color-filled lights, and choir singing.
Comparing, what's-in, plus what's-not, prattling,
whilst child-filled dreams on pews awaiting toys,
stained-glass color-filled lights, and choir singing
trained their soprano voice from youthful boys.
Whilst child-filled dreams on pews awaiting toys,
countenance donning smiles midst fellow poise,
trained their soprano voice from youthful boys,
stretched course nineteen-twenty cores Illinois.
Countenance donning smiles midst fellow poise,
frequents childhood thoughts freshly occasions,
stretched course nineteen-twenty cores Illinois,
precedes squandered Asians, midst Caucasians.
Frequents childhood thoughts freshly occasions,
changed Santa and elf wrapped presents then hid,
precedes squandered Asians, midst Caucasians,
sung winter songs nigh ice pond where'd we skid.
Changed Santa and elf wrapped presents then hid,
blinking light-hues rounds decked-out scented tree,
sung winter songs nigh ice pond where'd we skid,
Santa plus elf served glazed doughnuts and tea.
Blinking light-hues rounds decked-out scented tree,
for those who dressed warmly had only planned,
Santa plus elf served glazed doughnuts and tea,
fair crystal-like turquoise crowns o'er heartland.
2020 December 18
After dispersal from school
I sat in the van of kids
Cute, naughtorious, innocent & cool
among them, a girl
sitting alone, silently
smiling at their pal
I could guess
She didn't have friends
She came & sat before me
touched my hand & look at me
Its okay, I smiled!
She returned a big smile
After a long humble touch
I felt hard rub
It was painful
But I didn't disturb
As I could see, it was like
her little fingers exploring that
but a question, still flying in my mind
"What she wanna do? "
It remained unwind .
She kept her soft hand
beside that of mine
suddenly my hand became bright
All those knots were untied
Atlast I understand
She was comparing colour of hands
turning front & back
finding what she lacks
Oh! She was comparing colour of hands
Her Brown & my White hand
It was painful, more than that rub
Somehow I managed, I tried
'cause I was sixteen
But she was just five.
I could tell her biology
Biology of dominant colour
Value of skill in society
& no value of colour, in life
'cause I was sixteen
But, but she was just five
So, I remained silent
Filled with a guilt
(No-one admire me beautiful
But I never complained
'cause I felt fine & thankful
Whatever you made
Not going to happen same)
'cause I could feel her pain
& it's me that is to blame
I hurted her, yeah I hurted her
though I was sixteen
& she was just five
No no its not right
Oh! God why?
Why you made me white?
I like to think there are a few gentle gems still left
amidst all the clanging slag
beauty and shine amidst the blue
of suffering and selfishness. The anti-divine
my-my, how we're fond of comparing:
fashion
gods
skin tones
collections of things
so willing to kill each other for
oil
cocoa leaves
political differences
pink meat...
Until we evolve, it's better to separate than kill one another.
Just the other day, a man was stoned to death for being gay.
Another, beaten, a few breaths shy of death for wearing a MAGA hat.
Devils sashay bloody streets-eating innocents-pepper spraying God.
Time to separate and pray-that blaze gives way to more gentle embers.
Nor a competing tournament
Nor yet a journey, life is meant
To be. Stay just as you were sent.
Everyone made is so unique,
You need from nowhere debt to seek,
Beg nor beseech nor feel so meek.
So keep walking your chosen way
Letting your mind nowhere to sway,
You'll reach your heaven one fine day.
In such a way He's once ye made—
Comparing nowhere go ahead,
A jewel you're, ye need ape no jade.
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Musings |47.12.2020| Topic: life, unique
Poet’s note: Every man made unique, needing to copy no one, he needs only follow his set journey. Everyone a jewel need ape no jade.
UNAPOLOGETICALLY
The perfectionist execute his perfection unapologetically
Making the less-perfectionist slate himself unfairly,
unapologetically undermining his capabilities
without apology, appalling himself, friends & families.
Being unapologetically honest with oneself is rare
and self evaluation & self criticism is fair
but unapologetically comparing oneself to another,
whether from onset, medial or coda,
No matter differ-ence is unapologetically self-degrading.
Humans are constantly evolving & upgrading.
Penultimately, be unapologetically true to yourself
in being the best version of yourself;
But make sure being yourself
is unapologetically good enough to yourself.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© October 29th, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #VickManuelPoetry #VMP #UnapologeticallyPoetic #poetking #PoetryChallenge
HEAVEN IN LIFE'S RECESS
You travel on time weaving the tapestry of life,
get entangled in the strands of complex web,
fail to find the escape route in chasm of strife.
Thus, end up digging before time your grave.
In this transient world created ever so beautiful
the enlightened one doesn’t find the reason why
priceless life should suffer entering the cesspool…
the question asked and answered in Zen philosophy.
Soaking the splendor of a new dawn, a new sunrise
take a vow you’ll change the course of life, a river.
Stop comparing yourself with others, you’ll be wise,
abandon the imaginary fear, worries will disappear.
On the garden path you paved walk in your own pace,
don’t run a race of futile competition for elusive fame.
Being an unsolicited judge will please you in no case,
in your ego’s defense don’t start the blaming game.
Show random kindness to strangers, satiate your soul,
help the needy, honor sentiments, bloom happiness.
In the mortal life you’ll blissfully play a divine role
and discover an earthly heaven in your life’s recess.
November 3, 2018
Every time I read Pessoa I think
I'm better than he is
Salutations to Fernando Pessoa-Alan Ginsberg
Me, the monocled one, with my foppish belted waistcoat,
I'm not unworthy of you, Walt,
I'm not unworthy of you, my saluting you proves it . . .
Salute to Walt Whitman- Fernando Pessoa
Here from a place in my heart, I salute you,
Female as I am, and unknown,
Should I be praising Emily, Plath or Achmatova?
But you started it Pessoa! with your Alvaro comparing himself
to Whitman, not content to admit to a greatness of your own
and now I find dear Mr. Ginsberg confessing to his greatness in
epic manner, name dropping from Socrates to Michelangelo
admitting faults in the same breath-tracking his enlightenment
and if it was written tongue in cheek, I missed it.
How I admire the great poets that wade into the mainstream
appearing where the greatest wrongs appear, risking even
death for their beliefs, celebrated by those who embrace their
point of view, but what of the unknown poets in the world;
so many whose work is equally astounding, yet unexposed.
Musings on every subject known to man, set down in metaphor
and rhyme makes me wonder what brings immortal recognition
Is it from making a devoted study or from mixing in the right circles?
The hallowed halls of academia or is it some -one's tiny jounal
of handwritten poems waiting for discovery, the enlightenment
of the next century?
Poets, don't often, answer to their fame - writing what's inside of them
for those to come.
Thursday, 06 September, 2001
I wrote this poem one morning (Thursday, 06 September, 2001)after I had read a poem by Alan Ginsberg in the 1995 edition of The Best American Poetry.
I had never seen the poem he referred to "Salute to Whitman"by Fernando Pessoa
and today when I found it on the web Friday, March 01, 2002, I was suprised to see how similar our opening lines were.
Here are current links to the poems mentioned
https://issuu.com/hbarbas/docs/1997_salutations_to_pessoa_ginsberg_h_barbas
https://modpo2015.wordpress.com/poems-of-note/fernando-pessoa-alvaro-de-campos-salute-to-walt-whitman/
I walk on water,
one lucky person am I
In whimsy, I contemplate
dancing with the clouds
Just me and my umbrella
dreaming the impossible
Dreams start with a thought
from thoughts proceed lofty word
just pretentious ideas
I write the words down
so I will never forget
the power, the joy of dreams
Words lead to actions
like like running and jumping
and plain walking and dancing
So let's start walking
comparing bright ideas
airing views, we will soon dance
Imaginations
and visions fall down like rain
jumping all over the place
on our umbrellas
Running down the sides, dripping
we should turn them upside down
July 5, 2019; revised July 21, 2019