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*To seek divine mercy in the aftermath of a major coronary surgery I underwent towards the end of last month.
Placed 9th in:
No. 1255 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Brian Strand
A Simple Prayer*
O supreme Lord, give me the strength
To bear with fortitude my pain,
Bestow upon me the courage
To meet without groan any strain.
O mighty Lord, let your mercy
And the bright aura of your grace
Heal the core of my surgery
And restore the shine of my health.
Mightiest among the mighty
And the universe sole guardian,
From the depth of my heart I pray
That you do lighten my burden.
My whole life I have been chanting
Hymns of your wonderful glories,
My whole life I have been prizing
Your name in the crest of my heart.
For ever I have kept my mind
Free of evil thoughts for all men,
Besought peace for the entire world
And treated all humans as friends.
For ever I have spent my life
In extending a helping hand
To whoever dipped in a strife
And to all folks in dire needs.
Gracious Lord, if deep suffering
Is by You Inscribed in my fate,
Let me with pleasure digest it,
Let me of such stern stuff be made.
Merciful Lord, I seek Your grace
To ever cleanse my inner soul
Of any remnants of low taste
That I am worth to be Your child.
My latest President
also appreciated Americans
he may never meet
or hear
or smell
Not to mention out to get
ever better tasted,
with or without informed consent,
not so vulnerably seen
or transparently felt
with copassioned
trauma-free intent,
yet not actually met,
just yet
And
I am confused
that any President would feel
he needs to say this,
as if appreciating Americans
were a partisan platform
advocating politically
and economically unusual
universal health
and safe global wealth
resiliently inclusive policy priorities
Sacredly patriotic
EcoMatriotic regard
for nutrition-based
economic historical
polyculturing
cooperative space
for competing against divisive time
Wu-wei YintegralPower/YangLight
sacred/secular
transubstantiating neuro-sensory
WinWin/WinLose/LoseLose
co-mediating
eco-political communication grace
I readily concede
this unbecoming space,
I could be wrong
but I can at least imagine
Donald Trump
feeling and believing,
although jaded
disappointed
and dispassionately,
that he appreciates
all those NonWhite
NonStraight
NonPatriarchal EcoFeminists
he has never met
And would just as soon
not change his monopolistic bliss
to CounterCulturally encounter Othering
dark ignorance,
just yet.
I don't know if it is a positive
or negative coronary corollary
to further extend
this metaphoric analogy
Yet Trump,
unlike Biden,
could never get
a multiculturally gifted American
he has not yet met
But I would bet
it would be hard to vet
EarthTribe residents
too healthy to ever regret
not having had the pleasure
of meeting many Trumpian Americans
Cold greetings
likely best to forget
we all come from somewhere
Matriarchally sacred
as an interdependent
health care safety net
includes imaginatively appreciating
All those Others Othering
unfertilized good eggs,
and thus not yet met.
*A real situation I am experiencing now after a major coronary surgery I underwent towards the end of last month.
Written 5 November, 2023
For Body Ails Yet Spirit Soars Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Body Ails Yet Spirit Soars*
Just back home from a surgery
Of coronary arteries,
With the body ailing with pain,
Chess and left foot stretching with strain,
When getting to and up from bed
Is an awful burden to dread,
When taking meals instills no taste,
When sight of pills emits distaste,
When fulfilling one`s daily needs
Becomes a real load, indeed,
When suffering becomes a friend,
When ailing bones foresee no end,
When treading few steps is a core,
Yet the spirit soars very high
Like eagles flying in the sky,
It is time the Lord to adore,
It`s time to recall divine hymns,
It is time the Lord`s name to chime,
It is high time the soul to seek,
It is time the spirit to meet,
It`s time to raise the spirit high,
Let it fly high up in the sky,
Let positive thoughts greet the mind
That the body its health may find.
She grew up in a log cabin
on the top of a mountain
over looking a river in the valley
With flowers on both sides growing
That time has come and past
But the memories still persist
of her childhood of growing up
out here In the green lust forest
She lived with her father
who taught her all about life
and she still remembers her mother
Who died when she was just five?
her father become both parents to her
taking care of his only little girl
leading her to the right path to take
to be a success in the world
He send her to school then collage
and she graduate top of her class
Today she’s a heart surgeon
Performing a Coronary bypass
She married a wonderful guy
She met in medical school
He fainted when he saw blood
She smiles but though he was cool
They go to the log cabin
for vacation every year
And she tells her children
of her childhood growing up there
Every one of us
Will always go back in time
To the childhood we that had
And relive every minute it in our mind
Just take a minute to remember
And I bet you will smile
Thinking of so many fun things
You did when you was a child
Growing up in Trinidad was so much fun
With my brothers and parents
An for Christmas my grandmother
Would buy us so much presents
I Will always think of my childhood
of the many years spend in my home
And in marabella, la romain, and Indian trail
Where my memories will always roam
She finishes setting the table
As the fire place starts to light
They are having dinner with her father
In the log cabin tonight
Log cabin
She grew up in a log cabin
on the top of a mountain
over looking a river in the valley
With flowers on both sides growing
That time has come and past
But the memories still persist
of her childhood of growing up
out here In the green lust forest
She lived with her father
who taught her all about life
and she still remembers her mother
Who died when she was just five?
her father become both parents to her
taking care of his only little girl
leading her to the right path to take
to be a success in the world
He send her to school then collage
and she graduate top of her class
Today she’s a heart surgeon
Performing a Coronary bypass
She married a wonderful guy
She met in medical school
He fainted when he saw blood
She smiles but though he was cool
They go to the log cabin
for vacation every year
And she tells her children
of her childhood growing up there
Every one of us
Will always go back in time
To the childhood we that had
And relive every minute it in our mind
Just take a minute to remember
And I bet you will smile
Thinking of so many fun things
You did when you was a child
Growing up in Trinidad was so much fun
With my brothers and parents
An for Christmas my grandmother
Would buy us so much presents
I Will always think of my childhood
of the many years spend in my home
And in marabella, la romain, and Indian trail
Where my memories will always roam
She finishes setting the table
As the fire place starts to light
They are having dinner with her father
In the log cabin tonight
Chalk Full of Great Lines
The body has been removed
To my place of sanctified worship
Where all is quiet and piano soothing
I am Ernesto Cortazar
Your Coroner and host for the evening
Here is my creation and story
In the docket I bask in my glory!
She in her balcony
The opera on their dram of the second half
If only she knew
She to be
Behind the curtains with me
The final act of the soiree
The expression she gave oh screaming pleas
As I slit her throat in a lustful three
The blood of our love
Gushing and gushing for only me
Her love and bloods devotion
Only chalk lines point now to me
The detective goes "Ernesto"
Another like all the ones before
I smile and fain sadness
Yes detective, any tell tale signs?
None that I can see Ernesto
He seems to be a silent one
A ghost who comes and goes
With no humanity or heart to show
Are the chalk lines all drawn detective?
Yes Ernesto, you may take possession of the body now
I whisper "I have taken possession long before you arrived senior"
I and the detective play the same dance
He is mystified at these crimes
As the blood of love dances, drop by drop, into my mouth
She is with me now
Alone and with our coronary desires
She is cold, and silent, and icy
Welcoming my final intrusions
The dance of the dead
Her blood drained
I drink the wine of my lustful crime
I so enjoy the mystery
As they all stare
At my beautiful chalk lines
She was all of nineteen
She was always mine
I Ernesto
Drank the rubies blood wine
Welcome
to the age of the bully boys
pulling little girls curls and stealing others toys
unraveling the flag as it unfurls of a nation divided
shouting louder and defiant babblery so misguided
posturing without intelligible commentary
while the rights and needs of the people are ancillary
cut and bleeding like on open heart's coronary;
a time of liars and deniers, deflectors and excusers
speculation on heroes, the winners and the losers
a pause of common sense and courtesy adversary
a forgotten loss of once-great American constabulary;
an excuse for mistakes made by behooves
by the shakers and the non-political movers
the baby boomers of the sixties dream once a plenty
now, without memory of the changes of the century;
tell me what you'll say
when comes your children's day
and the question they will ask
where did you stand in the past?
Did you stand for freedom or walk the party lines
tell what purposeful intrigue did you find?
was it only the loudest voice, the elephant in the room
taking honesty and silence permitting America to doom?
Step aside bully boys, American dreams are still here
and the people's voice grows louder, every day more clear
justice, freedom and equality for all
make a choice, it's your last call.
The legs started going,
Howlings
In my head.
Thought I'd go,
Kept awake with water,
Breathing,
Arrogantly telling myself
I'd stay straight.
Drank gin and wine,
Went out,
Tried to buy more,
Unshaven,
Filthy white shorts,
Lost, rolling on lawn,
Somehow got home.
Monday, waiting for offie,
Looked like death,
Fear in eyes
Of passers-by,
Waiting for drink,
Drink relieved me.
Drank all day,
Collapsed wept
"Don't Die on Me."
Next day,
Double brandy
Just about settled me,
Drank some more,
Thought constantly
I'd collapse
Then what?
Fit? Coronary?
Insanity? Worse?
Took a Heminevrin,
Paced the house
All night,
Pain in chest,
Weak legs,
Lack of feeling
In extremities,
Visions of darkness.
Drank water
To keep the
Life functions going,
Played devotional music,
Dedicated my life
To God,
Prayed constantly,
Renounced evil.
Next day,
Two Valiums
Helped me sleep.
By eve,
I started to feel better.
Suddenly,
All is clearer,
Taste, sounds,
I feel human again.
I made my choice,
And oblivion has receded,
And shall disappear.
("Oblivion in Recession" first existed as a series of rough notes scrawled on a piece
of scrap paper in the dying days of January 1993, although I can't for the life of me recall any "Howlings In my head".)
The paths of bricks and stones surround my city life
Cold of winter could not touch me still on the Cheragi Hill
No smoldering or bonfire I need here to warm my skin
Less time I watch TV program, not fond of the world soccer
Last night I passed my time listening the great Nusrat Fateh Ali khan
This morning my sight is captivated by- “No more the football legend”
Golden days were in the evergreen leaf of football history
Magical legs ran on the green mid field for the FIFA cup
World cup of 1986 knew best this 10th number jersey magician
Astonished all were in his outstanding playing performance
One of the ever-greatest crown players of the world he was
Now staying rest in peace cause of the blocked coronary arteries
O God, let him live in Your merciful garden,
Let his eternal soul be the sign of Your peace
-26.11.2020 Chattogram
***Note***
Tribute to Diego Armando Maradona (October 30, 1960-November 25, 2020) was an Argentine professional football player and manager. Widely regarded as one of the greatest players of all time, he was one of the two joint winners of the FIFA Player of the 20th Century award.
Quite simply, I miss you.
I miss your....
everything.
I miss your 'almost-smile', I miss the warmth that it would bring.
I miss the way you laugh and I miss the way you sing.
I miss the way you look at me, like there was only me.
I miss the nervous way you'd try to hide your nervous smile.
I miss the way you held me, like you're never letting go...
I miss you everyday and every minute of my hour.
And pride is wilting, fading, like the petals of a flower.
All I want to do now is forget the hurt that passed.
I want to stow away the petty words that I said last.
And I'll take your everything, I'll take your stupid and your smart.
I'll take your ugly and your pretty, old-junk you're hawking on your cart.
I'll say that "I forgive you" half a million tired times.
I'll say "I'm sorry", pleading, for my coronary crimes.
I know that all I want is to be close to where 'thou art'.
I miss you oh so, oh so much the second that we part.
I say these things en lieu of what the simplest words relay:
Cos simply, yes, I miss you.
And how, how, I miss your everything.