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With empty sack the entities arrive and depart
In between turn into greed slaves to grab
Sucked within the abyss of temptation
Love can bestow the heavenly satisfaction of giving.
In the inferno of temporal corporeal passion
The flare laced by the shimmer of luring lust
Debases the fathomless feeling of surreal fondness
But in blooming love it can sparkle as sublime patina.
The chase of shifting mirage in the ego desert
Etches the fragile footprints of false domination
The storm of strife over the dune of dwindled life
Subsides in the inner space of love through surrender.
In the blazing cauldron of connived conflict
The sane sense of sobriety turns into cinder
Douses the fire of disdain by the shower of sagacity
Spurting from the love fountain of divine embrace.
In the fragile realm of blatantly opaque lies
Deceptive life can’t conceal what it really is
In the ultimate perception of the actuality
The divine love defines the transparent truth.
The sense of separation in the secluded sector
Destroys the network of unifying algorithm of being
In the flicker of the creator’s lamp within the extant
Love perceives the universal awareness of unity.
As life swings on the cradle of love in the flipping time
Innate impulses cause the rotation of consciousness polarity.
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November 11, 2022
Contest : Rotate Consciousness Polarity
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Eulogy
There was a time I said farewell
To my dear father on that sad day
My beaten path I choose not to retell
I connived of how our lives were at bay
I spoke of his how his ship had passed
And that his family rode his decks in sync
And were saddened that our ride didn’t last
I spoke like how the Titanic didn't sink
My eyes caught my family members
I could see the exchanges of knowing looks
Because they, too, remember the embers
Of how father burned the pages of their books
I sang like there were songbirds in my heart
That his sunny shores brought us up nice
And we're honored to be of his upstart
Because I wanted the farewell to end in peace
2/13/23
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That was then….
When the tapestry of contentment enveloped
the enthralled expanse exhilarated,
of the sensuous sky called life.
When the fervent flight was friendly
for the esoteric essence to fly fearless
near and far like a free bird beguiled.
When happiness was convivially contoured
in the consummate cauldron of time present,
relationships extended arms all the way
to embrace with unreserved fervor.
Strangers mingled with smile of no pretense,
kept the dormant egos unexpressed.
When life had the gracious fluidity,
flooding the kinship landscape with candor,
flowed like the fragrant spring zephyr
over the contented topography of being,
touched the ebullient perimeter
of the fulfilled psychic sanctum.
When your onyx cloud of latent tolerance
showered the soothing rains of empathy
on my blazing mental mantle doused,
you enwrapped me within memory petals,
made the bouquet of togetherness
when I was gone from your garden of roses.
This is now…
When deranged life is desolately disjointed,
things that matter to you and me
don’t relate as relevant any more.
The lone journey in the connived course,
fraught with fright is to descry the destiny
in the uncertain horizon of the unknown.
When self-imposed isolation takes the mind
from tentative today to ambiguous tomorrow,
ruptured rapport unholds hands even in sorrow.
In life the solo actors make their own stage,
play the unreal roles in the drama they write,
till the curtain of self-inflicted seclusion drops.
When the impeded flow of time
stalls in the hourglass of verily viscous sands,
sliding in the manipulated tortuous trail,
crashes at the basal indiscrete instincts
of the impatient and imprudent life,
buried in the debris of dismembered dreams.
When compassion morphs into mirage
in the desolate desert of the desiccated life,
where my soul is a snapped string
in the frail fabric of human disharmony.
When I’m gone you instantly erase
my fading face from your contrived canvas.
An independent inventor, Stanley Meyer
Delved into his innate cauldron of genius
Thought ingenuously out-of-the-box
He’d revolutionize the automobile industry.
He claimed to have designed an engine
That he designated as the water fuel cell
Using the established principle of electrolysis
Of water making hydrogen, burnt to generate energy.
Although the concept in theory seemed feasible
Meyer couldn’t demonstrate that it really worked
Skeptics branded the claim pseudoscience and fraudulent
So, water as an engine fuel remained a myth.
Meyer’s innovative design interested some investors
His effort and idea upset the influential oil companies
It’s unclear if his untimely unusual death was connived
Or he actually succumbed to cerebral aneurysm.
Meyer failed to give the world unlimited supply of fuel
But he survives in mystery as a derided inventor.
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June 9, 2022
Contest : Life, Death And Aims Of Stanley Meyer
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
With empty sacks we arrive and depart.
In between, sucked in the abyss of enticement,
metamorphose into compulsive slaves of greed to grab,
forget love gives heavenly satisfaction of giving.
In the inferno of temporal passion corporeal
the flare laced by the shimmer of luring lust
debases the depthless feeling of fabulous fondness,
but in blooming love it shines as lustrous petals.
The chase of shifting mirage in the ego desert
etches the fragile footprints of false domination.
The storm of strife over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in inner space of love through submission.
In the blazing cauldron of connived conflict
the sane sense of sobriety turns into cinder,
douses the fire of disdain by the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the love fountain of divine embrace.
In the fragile realm of blatantly opaque lies
deceptive life can’t conceal what it really is.
In the ultimate perception of existential actuality
divine love defines the domain of truth transparency.
In the flicker of the creator’s lamp within the extant
love illumines the awareness of unity in divergence.
As life on cradle of devotion swings in flipping time
innate impulses cause the rotation of realization polarity.
With empty capacious cauldrons
the living entities arrive arrogant,
and depart organically desolate.
In between they turn into
instinctive greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortunes,
getting sucked spellbound
within the abyss of cravings.
In the innate inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining dormant,
but in the blooming garden of love
it can sparkle sublime with elegance,
emitting the patina of penchant.
The chase of the migrating mirage
in the desert of deceptive ego,
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance transient,
trails the sandstorm trajectory,
but the surging squall of strife
over the dunes of dwindling life
subsides in the inner space
of divine latent love configured
with the lattice of self-aware surrender.
In the blazing realm of connived conflict
the sane senses of sobriety
turn into consuming cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the fountain of love
with divine flamboyance,
douses the fire of disdain,
and with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent fabric
of blissful epitome of existence.
As the pristine petals of conscience buds
of my serene soul unfurl
in the subsided swells of stimulus,
and bloom the divine lotus of bliss,
I’m overwhelmed by the shower
of His graceful gift benevolent
of hope and contentment bestowed on me.
The beauty of idyllic life I then perceive,
blessed by the bequest of the supreme,
suffused with the ecstasy of salvation.
Jacob loved Rachel
Laban connived
Jacob wed Leah
Leah, weak eyed
Jacob wed Rachel
Seven long years!
Rachel was loved
Rachel was barren
Leah was scorned
Leah was bearing
Leah bore Reuben
See, a son!
Leah bore Simeon
God has heard!
Leah bore Levi
I am attached!
Leah bore Judah
Now, I will praise!
Rachel felt envy
Let me just die!
Jacob was angry
Am I now God?
Rachel connived
Here is my servant
Bilhah conceived
Bilhah bore Dan
Rachel, relieved
God has judged!
Billah bore Naphtali
I have wrestled
Wrestled with Leah
Rachel prevailed
Leah competed
Here is my servant
Zilpah bore Gad
Good fortune has come!
Zilpah bore Asher
Happy am I!
Rachel got mandrakes
Leah got Jacob
Leah bore Issachar
Wages, for hire
Leah bore Zebulun
Now I have honor!
God now remembered
Rachel, not barren
Rachel bore Joseph
May he add!
Remove my reproach!
Rachel bore Benjamin
Son of my strength
Son of my sorrow
Rachel then died
Jacob loved Rachel
Jacob then cried
(from Genesis 29, 30, 35)
I seriously don't know what style this is - seems a little structured to be free verse? I would welcome comments or opinions on that - I have not run through all the listed types/forms, am trying to continue to do so.
Form:
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
661.
The 1st Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
The Coming of Americans
The Philippine Revolution subsided with the Pact of Biak-na-Bato
Which paved way for the exile of Emilio Aguinaldo
While abroad, Aguinaldo met with American officials
And they both agreed to continue against Spain their reprisals
When war broke out between Spain & the United States of America
The American forces in Hongkong sailed to Manila
And there in the Battle of Manila Bay
American fleet defeated Spanish forces in a single day
Then Aguinaldo made his way back to his country
And led the Filipinos towards their victory
In June 12, 1898, he proclaimed the Philippines a nation independent
And inaugurated the Malolos Republic with him as president
But soon, American forces relentlessly arrived
The Americans & the Spaniards secretly connived
In Manila, a battle between them was fought as a pretentious display
In the Treaty of Paris, Spain sold the Philippines to the USA
This is the 1st Period of American Era – The Coming of Americans
The Spaniards made their exit, the Americans their entrance
Farewell, Spain, your colonization is over
God was turning the Philippines over to a new colonizer.
-05/20/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Our inception was a mystery
"A big bang theory" Some suggested
" A Super being" above the clouds" Some lamented
we watched the creatures debate over our existence
Born in a family of ten and raised from a distance
Watched over by our father during the day
while mum took over the night duties
Our Sisters's jaw dropping beauty invited the overzealous creatures
The genesis of their friendship seemed sweet but turned sour
Their insatiable hunger for exploration grew by the hour
Her troubled existence had only began
They exploited her hospitable nature and stripped off her beauty
The green gown that covered her nakedness, stripped in the name of civilization
Her waters that sparkled, darkened by the juice extracted for their automobile's
Fumes from their industrial machines aiming at her blue and white veils, destroying the fragrance of her ozone layer..
We watched with pain and in silence
We had no mode of mobility to render a helping hand
Father’s anger started growing by day as he watched with detest
For a number of days he gave warning shots
The creatures experienced his anger so hot
But the warning fell short of their egocentric ego's
"Lets just call it "global warming" and pretend we are doing something towards it" they connived
Defiling my sister did not quench their thirst of exploration
They sent two men with wits to visit my mother
Trying to find out the secrets to her shinning face
As soon as they landed, they pierced her body with flags of achievement
It now became a race of who will defile her the most
As days pass we wonder who will be the next victim
Rumours have it they are eyeing one of our sister
Her genetic makeup is almost similar to sister's
I am afraid, these tears will never dry
These fears will forever be high
Our helping hand will remain shy
For we can only watch, as the cycle continues