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For the moment I merely watched him
Running back and forth in his home
I am patient you see
I am full of time plenty
I am the sly one in the darkness and I am hungry
So I waited, all day I waited,
All night I waited, I waited, waited, waited
And in the morning he came out of his house
I waited no more
I struck like a black bolt of lightning streaking down from the heavens
As if Death itself had ripped across space to sever everything with its scythe
I screamed down from heaven and struck
Only to find him leaping up and over me
To tumble in the air and land behind me
I landed in a crouch...
Peering around over my shoulder I gleamed at him
He for his sake I saw glaring back at me balefully with eyes and one hand beckoning me
I snarled
Spun around and lashed out with my whip as I did
He ducked it,
With the speed of sound my fist struck him
He blocked it
Out came my foot, and then the other
He evaded the first, and caught the second
I rolled and struck him across his face with the first
Again I landed on my feet
He staggered back and with a back flip he was ready once more...
He wiped his nose with one hand
Bade me come at him again with the other
A sly half grin on his lips
I charged this impudent fool
Changed direction, spun around
Out came my whip
Out came my foot
And he leaped over my whip
Flipped between my foot
And struck me twice with his own
light kicks to the face meant to shock me more than hurt me
We parted and circled each other
Looking for openings in the other's defenses
And there because I am patient I found it
A chink in his armour of skill and technique
He was mine
Again I rushed him in one smooth fluid motion
Twin kicks, the whip, my fists, and head butt, knees and elbows
In blinding fury, speed and in the space between thought it was over...
He retreated blocking the kicks,
Ducking the whip,
Avoiding the fists left then right
Catching the head butt in his hands
Countering the knees with his knees
The elbows with his elbows
And then...
He did the impossible
He
Defeated me
Rolling backwards he slammed my head into the wall,
Sliding from beneath my crumpling body with his feet
To stand ready inches from my limping body
I remember thinking then as my eyes closed to the world
"That's one damn tough hamster," I get out of the Kitty Clinic in two days
I want a rematch
We owe it to our doctors
We owe it to our doctors…
The ones who took it to be part of Sun Pharma’s greater mission;
To prevent disease rather cure
Cure and control if that happens at all;
Defying comforts of air conditioned hospitals,
confronting heats and chills
of seasonal tones while sitting in villages;
A zeal to serve those in pain
having set besides the monitory gain;
A cavalcade of patients all round the day
Intense work, putting impatience at bay;
Educate and listen to endless woes
Mental, social apart from somatic;
What poverty jostled them into
have no means to seek medical care;
We doctors being the sole healers...
We do what we do;
Not for money, not for name
responsibility is an assorted game ;
Had everyone taken to hospitals
and been part of corporates that work for profit;
And Ignored distress of rural and slums
humanity would have scrounged to bums.
Words fail to say what we take back ;
The smallest salving touch
that makes the tender souls smile;
The tranquil looks of the patient
that soothes us deep down the heart;
A good night’s sleep
and utmost content above all,
Limitless goodwill, enormous blessings ;
No mathematics can compute,
no callipers could measure ;
Beyond the prowess we go ...
Meeting people to explore what more we could do
Take them to specialists, to the institutions;
Make them aware about Govt schemes
Involve volunteers from within the community;
Bridging the gap, reaching the unreached
Citing the logic, what cannot be preached ;
Although a tiny drop in vast ocean
but very tender and precious ;
However small the team we maybe,
We proffer colour to the sky
Imbue the aroma of empathy far and wide;
We can move mountains with a solo touch
and change course of feral winds;
With our staunch determination;
and incessant efforts;
Combating disease and ailment
Countering the social taboos;
We do what we do
and will continue doing so.
We doctors are warriors braving the front
Have our families accompanying in this battle;
We owe it to our nurses and drivers as well;
We owe it to our doctors !
Written Sept 24, 2020
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Oh Contention civil liberties that I so mention
enduring the cooperating social groups non-functional
non-binary confused disrupted abused circumstance
non-existent analytical disagreements freed
my people in cage my people members
who have developed organized patterns
of structural broad groupings people having
common traditions non-biased institutions
method of organized people
~
The tyrants ruling feeling society and politics do not mix
~
Disagreeing with my philosophy
total anarchy substitution revolution
freedom of speech
but I can't spell forcing my opinion
but I can't talk walk in my purpose but I'm in a wheelchair
Society and politics a aggregated people living together
in a more or less orderly community
endangered species lying in the feces
Mason's abroad uprising institutions collective activities
~
freed men bond and free township cities and villages
determine how people live who am I to tell you how to dress
what food to eat or what to believe in method
Oh! of organized people
The way we govern only the few govern the masses
speak but only the few government
am I Democrat Republican or independent
in my fascist pig what right do I have socialite metaphoric independent communist revolutionist the way that countries are governed
the ways that countries make rules and laws
The tyrants ruling feeling society and politics do not mix
~
to manage humanity in an invisible border
properly rule and govern anti-corruption
transparency arms control climate and environment
combating drugs and crime countering terrorism
cyber issues economic prosperity
the Green party Libertarians Constitutional Party
Law in Order National Law party
all of these them laws governs choice mandated opinion
argumentative what are you...
~
The tyrants ruling feeling society and politics do not mix
10/24/23
For society and politics Poetry Contest
Robert James Liquori
Church is usually a noun
for a sanctuary becoming place
But, both church and sanctuary
are scripturally more about revolutionary verbs.
Countering capital-consumer culture
Churching
giving and receiving healthy cooperatively-owned sanctuary
are what good news faith communities do
to earn a reputation
for wealth of love,
gratitude for more hope-filled futures
together,
more than autonomously apart.
Synergetically giving and receiving sanctuary
cannot be done with both integrity
and contempt,
And can be optimized with both gratitude for error
and terrifying opportunities
to pay forward hopeful compassion,
a democratic energy co-investment
critically cross-seeking immediate through long-term
WinWin polypathic wealthing outcomes.
Recent choices of a good health sanctuary movement
look back to November of 2016 in the U.S.
and to RightWing fear-mongering plutocratic contests
throughout Earth's non-violent health-sanctuaries,
glowing inclusive standards of liberal ultra-violet integrity
to love each Other,
healthy and not so much
just yet.
Health care exercises active compassion
Which could not include
turning a nakedly competing corporate emperor
into the Nakedly Competing International Emperor
presiding over entitled epi-ego-idolatry monopoly centers
conservatively loathing liberal sanctuary movements,
villages,
communities,
extended loving families
out embracing global nature/spirits.
Compassion for Naked Emperors
and for our own competing anti-sanctuary ways
invites each green therapeutic vocational call
to re-invest
re-imagine
re-hope for gratefully resilient sanctuary becoming
doing what we still can
integrating active resonant economic hope
with therapeutic ecological purpose
meaning
polypathic ethology
sacred secularity
systematic WinWin theology
of liberating
healthy
resilient
integral love churching
growing greener sanctuary grace.
The cornerstone turned the corner
reading a map without
ever looking back
A nomad with knapsack in tow
sowed seeds without
worrying if they'd
ever grow
For them it's just a show but
for me the latter
none of the optics matter
while climbing the ladder
of purpose
On the surface the dirty game is
plain to see but many
can't see the forest
for the trees erected
on this plane
These games are ground level 1
& in stark contrast
to a farmer marching
to the beat of his own drum
and self-made treble
Troublesome for frequency counters
for he is one of one
plus 2
I guess countering devilish moves
& the color of night is
similar to playing checkers right?
Chess isn't so black & white so
I double down while looking up
counting all hands
in the equation with respect
Brazen expressions add up to
answers followed by
questionable remarks by
those living in the dark
Supposedly I'm just a number but
within that I am the new
U
An ember in a world going down
in flames shinning
like a diamond yet to be
given a name
In truth I am a Phoenix flying
higher than planes
looking down
at the ashes & pigeons
Even if my wings aren't seen they're
felt like emotions & lava
spewing emissions that bring
out a shine like smelted
gold
We're all the same viewed through
different lenses
but who is directing our
cold comprehension?
I spy a theme colored with & by
an artistic stroke
looking to poke holes
in any sense of hope
Division can go unnoticed
if it is drawn with
the precision of
a surgeon
Make decisions wisely or else
be burdened until
the end of days
Be precise while navigating this
maze for there are some
that pray against
& prey on any
foundation you intend
to lay
We're way past mayday in these
Kamikaze times
& mushroom clouds
will come if they continue
flying blind
(alternately titled random axe of violence)
I calculated an average
of ~10.16.... deaths per year
of mass school shootings since Columbine,
a morbid benchmark where,
iGen / Gen Z 1995 - 2012 bore significant hit,
now students require armed guards to learn - veer
really within purportedly "safe places",
which statistics tracks a unilinear
trend, and justifiably causing
absolute zero reassurance
countering alarmist state of mind dust tear
ability to accept rationale
dismissing greater probability
prevails lightening will strike loved ones,
nonetheless share
ring understandable expressing
rightful salient concerns with school board
quotidian possibility son(s) and/or daughter(s) rare
lee remain mum at every opportunity,
how second amendment does not square
with democratic e pluribus unum firmament,
lieutenant management,
quintessential reverent tenets
pointing trigger finger of accountability
at lax gun purchasing rare
lee does emotional uproar demanding
immediate controls, limitations, restrictions,
et cetera on firearms scare
the bejesus from stalwart National Rifle Association,
whence spokesperson doth prepare
convincing rebuttal (lock, stock at barrel) overbear
ring lee outgun legitimate
parental concerns, now near
daily occurrence hardly cause a flinch glossed
inducing similar reactions as
sports home team defeated, sans mere
slightly raised eyebrows while headline news
when another tragedy gets tacked
unto the 122 students killed since Columbine
took the lives of innocent lives 19 plus years ago
which ho hum sacrifice of youth or teachers bare
lee induce ripple despite an increasing number
of spent bullets fallout inflicting
more than 208,000 vulnerable
impressionable psyches sorrows need a lifetime to air!
"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?
A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....
Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day
Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives and no relief; vacancies
This continuing onslaughts never ceasing to slay, the spirit of a living hope ~
Until one day the precious heart so finds, no more air left to breathe; condemned
Slowly, it dies....
Depicting cycles repeating themselves once more as, deeper, into the mire they fall
Beauty desperately countering within; framed moments to stem, these portraits; illusions
Painted upon the canvas of creations reasons not knowing thus, nothing to win and or, lose?!
Destinies foreclosures; deposits towards the paradigms of, signed sealed and delivereds
Reciprocating affairs, amid the not so magical mystical mystery tours; misled....
Ponderings upon the reparians reflective waters; refrains perceptions; lost in the muse
Bleed me a river please and then, break me in two, time and time and time, again!?
Quondam sleeping now as, waxings cankerous sores somehow, speak their tolls
Tomorrows, priceless tears....
Diagnosis being it so hopeless then, let us gather in what we can, while we can; deja vu
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The house, of fallon dreams?!
Note: Smile ~ I was listening a bit earlier to the song, "Beautiful," by Mercy Me & I thought
About certain lives & souls so, painted them a poe ~ "My 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
Form:
They laugh and roll their eyes when I
stand up for heroic western types,
for pulp-adventure, and old-school action,
they say this shouldn’t bring satisfaction.
With a haughty air they claim it’s cheap,
‘mere entertainment,’ and nothing deep.
As if popcorn films stink up the joint,
methinks these ‘elites’ are missing the point.
Entertainment plays a vital role
in countering a world that takes its toll.
We have minds that spin off perfect dreams
in a world that seems anathema to these.
We live with urges burning inside,
yet suppress them and work to stay alive.
We each ‘know’ how things ‘should’ go,
but it rarely does…such a heavy blow.
The stress this builds, it never leaves;
too much of it and your stomach bleeds.
How many would resign to this fate
if there were not some way to escape?
Even if it’s but an hour of two,
it’s a pressure-valve we all must use.
Even the professors who love to lecture,
will, if pushed, admit to guilty pleasures.
If we watched only ‘difficult’ films
the weight of life would only build.
If the internet was all snowflake crap,
the stress would build, until we snapped.
So perhaps instead of the mockery
we should recognize the necessity
of those who create just to entertain,
without them we’d all be half-insane.
Besides what good is a message true and dear
if the story around it bores to tears?
I doubt the viewers will be absorbing
all that much from something so boring.
Better to wrap it in a hectic fury;
be it bloody, manly, mad, or lurid.
And if they learn nothing, you still have this:
nothing really escapes the subconscious.
Now enough of this whole ranting mode,
let’s all go watch bad things explode…
Walking this path.
Once populous,
Now desolate
Ambushed!
An unspeakable ambush
Now you're travailing
Just inhaling and exhaling
Breathing!
The precious breath of life
Spiritual bombs are colluded
Progression and motion momentarily occluded
Building a fortress amid blasts
Days and nights of praying and long fasts
Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked
So to the foxhole, you are forced to go
To and Fro
Head on a swivel
Countering an enemy attack
Feeble
So feeble
So, you ponder
As you wonder
"How did I get here to this fight of my life?"
So much malevolence and deep-seated strife
Big bombs of theft, lies, evil eyes, deceit, hate, competition, gaslighting, gang stalking, ghosting, defamation, gossip, and envy
Raining.....
Storming.......
Just raining down on your parade
Sleepless nights and wet pillows
A dark cloud of weariness and despondency billows
So cold, dark, and alone in this foxhole
Severe demonic attacks on the spirit and soul
Still feeble.....
Bewildered and out of sorts
So, you radio your commander for direction
All around cacophonic bombs still blasting
So much, but you're still praying and fasting
--- PAUSE (take breaths) ---
Then the commander speaks:
"Sit still, my faithful warrior. You are not alone.
Refuge and sweet fruits are here from all the humility,
patience and faith you've sewn."
"I'm bringing you rest, peace, health, strength, light,
clarity, and an abundance of a lifetime.
So remain still, my faithful warrior. This battle is mine."
For most of his
Bumming around days
He was lost
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Slipping
Countering
Learning how to hook
Footwork and poise
A moving target
Possessing speed
And brutal power
Waiting
To connect
On
Flesh and bone.
All his life
He searched for what was missing
His dream
Was to be champion
Months
Years of solitary training
Was the price he gladly paid.
The ring waited
Patiently
Knowing that he lived for the moment
When all was a blur
Of sudden activity
Moving shadows
And the roar of the crowd.
Years go by
Another decade
Another time
The city moves on
In a singular rhythm all its own
For him
Time now stands still
In a quiet place
Of warm sunlight
Streaming through an open window
A place of
Old fight posters
And faded photographs.
He won a title
Had good times
Some laughs
Traveled with an entourage
Met the famous
Parties came and went
And so did his money.
Holding the yellowed clipping
The old thrill
Returned
He felt strong again
The bright lights were on
The roar of the crowd
Was louder than he ever remembered
The smart money and the ladies were in front
All eyes on him
Bobbing and weaving in the empty gym
He stopped to catch his breathe
Raising his hands in triumph
He knew that in the bottom of his gut
No matter what anyone said or did
In the ring
He had fought and lived like a champion.