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Oh gentle and harmless creature with wings!
Didst thou the most delightful message bring,
or didst thou the wordless serenade sing?
Thou pleasant kisser whose touch never stings;
angelic in flight, just like a fairy.
Manoeuvring wings that constantly merry.
Thou watchest the calm and summer gardens,
and with thy tender touch no petal hardens.
Thy flight comes with its attendant sweetness
in an air of atmospheric freshness.
Thou art no doubt a messenger of peace.
Can thy seasoned etiquette ever cease,
or even thy flight of life and Goodwill?
Without thee, no one could eat to their fill.
Thing's and the time's are a changing
and moving at such a tumultuous
and fluid rate
The blinking rapid eye movement
can barely keep up pace with it
at all
Unfortunately like everything in life
sometimes progress also has a dark
downside to it as well
We only later find out to our detriment
and cost when we eventually catch up
And then we have to begin and find
ourselves picking the bones out of it
and the long and hard process
Of righting our many wrongs which
when once done and set in stone
Take far more time to fix than they
did to create
For every cause also has and comes
dually precipitated by its counter butterfly
effect
And that in part will not so much as be
a simple ripple or a tremor
But be much more like akin to a tsunami
tidal wave of biblical proportions
The likes of which will make the age
old tale we we're taught in school
about
Noah and his Ark seem like mere
child's play just a man in a boat
caught out cold in a precipitous
rain storm
What is far more relevant truth be
told to me is he like us was given fair
warning but listened and heeded to
the advice given
Whereas what we tend to do is rather
just tut and mutter under our breath
Would have could have should have
what if only and but , but , but
I was a fish I would now be happily riding
and surfing the crest of this wave
Until this here wave eventually begins
to ebb and tapers out and huts the
shore and someone shouts dry land ahoy
Then I wish to be a fish no longer and
be returned to my once former self
So I can walk once again upon dry land
As if nothing has changed at all straight
right back to my old life of catching butterflies
just for fun and my own entertainment
Back to feigning progress isn't anything
but regressions well disguised in
actuality that is enabling us to do less
and less each passing day
Because we are so busy we barely have
a single second left to save a second more
Doing barely what exactly less than nothing
at all apart from spending more quality
time tapping touchscreen keys
On our new best friend what used to
be nothing more than just a phone
That we now can't seem to leave alone
for or constantly check for longer than
a matter of second's not minutes
I want to fold myself into nothing.
Like a tiny origami crane that flies too close to the sunset and it burns up.
Ashes falling to the sea.
I'd love to be forgotten like so many shipwrecks beneath the water.
Omit me from any story I have touched, and let me be done.
Let the last time my name is vocalized be at my funeral.
Silence in the pews that sit so empty. Haunted by the ghosts of past- wounds constantly ripped open once more.
Let me be abandoned like so many times before, surely evolution will work out the pain of a heart breaking.
To feel nothing.
To be nothing.
It is how I have always existed.
With rainfall’s call for a relaxing plunge…
Bask under heaven’s showers with triumph
Join the children in their merriment’s mirth
Never fail to enjoy pure bliss today!
With rainfall’s generous provision grants…
Thank the Lord for His blessings’ bounty-pour
Optimize them wisely into good use
Never regret sharing your gifts today!
With rainfall’s great refreshing fulfillment…
Relax, take a break from labor’s pressure
Bear in mind that good health is wealth indeed
Never deprive yourself of rest today!
With rainfall’s might that lasts just for a time…
Do scheduled tasks upon achievement goals
Overcome complaints against nature’s design
Never succumb to slothfulness today!
With rainfall’s promise of bright tomorrow
Work well by faith, since you reap what you’ve sown
Trust God Who constantly fulfills His Word
Never stop doing your full best today!
*Deuteronomy 28:12 The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand: and thou shalt lend unto many nations, and thou shalt not borrow.
Carpe Diem with Blank verse
September 26, 2018
8th place, "A Rainy Day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 10/6/2018.
Oh that little voice inside how often it has tried
To take me off my game in later feeling the shame
As little as it may be so many others would agree
It's affects are so grand if you do not make a stand
It badgers you constantly knowing that you can not flee
Repeatedly bullying you around til no peace can be found
And with his every shot forming yet another tender spot
To where you finally agree and his viewpoint you now see
Well he came around here the other day and I told him to just get away
For my mind has better things than the hatred that his voice brings
In fact I didn't even let him in back handing that annoying little grin
Then I told him of what he always seemed to miss, I told him about forgiveness
This little voice didn't understand at first but soon he started to thirst
He said he loved the feeling for it had helped him so much in dealing
I think he learned the lesson to ALWAYS look for God's blessing
Where now he sometimes even reminds me in saying hey, just let it be
In the labyrinth of shadows stretching across the walls of consciousness,
we constantly seek scapegoats, like hunters of clouds
in a storm of illusions, fleeing from truths covered
under veils of mist, where each step is a silent refusal
of introspection and sincere gaze into the mirror of lucidity.
It is as if we float on rivers of denial, where the waves
are whispers of self-deception, and the shores are lined
with leaves of old excuses, rustling like ghosts
at every breeze of unacknowledged thoughts.
In this theater of the mind, evasion becomes an art,
a tapestry of illusions woven with threads of fear of truth.
Beneath the murky waters lies the treasure of unexplored problems,
awaiting the courage of those who dare to dig deep,
but where is the courage, where is the determination to face
the silent demons hidden in the dark corners of society?
Perhaps within each of us lies a fragment of light,
a glimmer of wisdom waiting to be ignited
by the spark of assumed and sincere responsibility.
On the stage of life, we spin in circles of helplessness,
a dance of hesitation and lack of determination, where shadows
lengthen, covering unspoken truths with their mantle,
the symphony of indecision reverberating in the depths of the collective being,
an echo of the fear of looking beyond the mask of illusion.
Where is the light that will pierce this dense darkness,
where is the firm hand that will untie the tight knots
of difficulties that burden our consciousness?
Perhaps the solution is hidden in the heart of each,
a rough diamond waiting to be polished by the will
to confront the truth, to accept that the answers
are not outside, but within, in that place where
consciousness finds its balance and peace.
In this stream of consciousness, we seek not outward,
but in the depths of our own selves, where, perhaps,
we will discover that change begins with each of us,
with every thought transformed into action,
with every step taken toward the light of eternity.
I was wondering about a friend of ours
That has often come to mind
A lovely poetess by all means
She was always nice and oh, so kind
Her stories were so delightful
She would constantly make me laugh
Especially, when she wrote about herself
Or about her better half
She wrote some really great poetry
Some she wrote, well, just for kicks
Her sense of humor really glowed
When she wrote her lim-er-icks
So, I was wondering if something happened
Or, did something sadly go wrong
Because it surely would be nice to see her again
In the Soup where she belongs
I pray, I hope... for heaven's sake
That Jan is fine and doing well
Because I know that down and deep inside
That Jan's got... just so much more to tell
*Dedicated To: Jan Allison
Husband constantly beating and batting,
His kiths, like allies, consciously hitting;
Father-in-law, in his way commanding,
Mother-in-law, dire duties demanding;
Neighbors mocking at physical darkness,
Her skinny dullness and financial weakness;
Her aspiration to be fullness gone,
Seeds of hatred in each heart around sown;
Losing her solid ground beneath her feet,
She, like a little lamb, started to bleat;
Some stood shocked; some so terribly awestruck,
Some said she's mad; others, she's hysteric;
Whatever might whoever might have thought,
Whatever view, she on her, might have wrought;
Mystery over her started growing,
Mastery of her wisdom grew glowing;
She talked of heaven, hell and highest skies,
Assured of abundant heavenly pies;
Her sermons varied from great wealth to health,
She talked on glamour of glorious death;
All listened seem to see in her strengths strange,
Her deliberateness seemed seeds of change;
They saw avatar of goddess kali,
In her they found Durga, Radha, Lakhsmi;
Her husband, forever, stopped batting her,
Kith and kin pleasantly extolled her stir;
Father-in-law still; mother-in-law calm,
Life, to her, turned sooth-tranquilizing balm;
Learning, thus, tackling of trickling issues,
Our hamlets have now many such goddesses...
01 February 2022
Masters of flight,
Marvel of sights
Flying in from all over Europe,
Asia, Africa and America
Hovering and performing sharp manoeuvres
With successful acrobatic flights
And their wings constantly changing shape
The flap of their wings,
The envy of aviators
Believe it! The airplane is no match for them
As they stay airborne through wind gusts, rain and snow
Flying without a map
Following no prescribed path
They come in their thousands
Beautifully dressed for dinner
Very distinguished with their white heads
And showy white tails
Feathers fanned out for braking as they land
Masters of flight
Marvel of sight
Majestic soaring eagles
Sleepless nights keep piling up.
Always in a foul mood,
I poison myself with nicotine, caffeine, ethanol, and cannabinoids.
I live like a hedonist with suicidal urges.
I won’t bequeath my body to science.
The wreck will be too battered by my twilight.
One life, one ride—no concessions, no compromise.
I'm on alert, constantly in crisis mode.
I sleep with the windows open, like every criminal does,
A machete under the bed, a firearm beneath the pillow.
I will never trust the human species.
I've been repeating this deadly routine since I became a man.
Its consequences will deliver me into the devil’s arms.
I wasn't born to be anyone’s mop on this Earth.
I automatically break the law when my interests are threatened.
I unwind at the shooting range, my brain scented with cannabis.
I'm a paranoid forced to sleep with one eye open.
I don’t believe in love—only in the freedom money buys.
Forever alone, I blend into crowds only when it's time to grab without counting.
I came to make my name immortal.