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I just want say thank you
For being a wonderful dad
Thank you for welcoming me in this
world
You have taught me so much
Your creative imagination
Your endless talent
your helping hand
I remember your walk
Your warm smile
Your gentle nature
Your love for your family
Your great love for God
Your sharing heart
Sorry sometimes if i did not understand you
I knew you always meant well
Dad remember one scorching afternoon
You remain silent sitting outside
I called to you but your reply was
Leave me to sit in the sun
Where you been told by
God you were going to leave
I remember washing up the dishes
And taking care of mum and sister
As they had come down
In a terrible flu
Somehow dad i could feel something
i was unable to know if god was telling
Me something
But suddenly the door opened
And i saw you hit straight for the bathroom
As can you can imagine i thought
After sitting in the sun the whole day
You needed to wash your face
Busy doing my work
I suddenly found you did not return
I heard a loud bang i thought
something had fell down
i dashed to see what was that
All to see you on the bathroom floor
Mouth opened a teardrop on your face
As you know i was still young and believed
That God will never take my parents
Dad i called for mum
Mum in her state of illness
Came running she just looked
And remained silence
did not utter a word
I can only imagine how she felt
I tried to save you dad
I was holding you in my fragile arms
Mum at your legs
When managed to pull you aside
You were so heavy as if the body became a shell
I guess god know how this works
Of how the soul leaves and takes place for another body
I was hoping i could save you
I wiped your tear
and combed your hair
Mum said its to late
Dad gone
I cried torrents of rain
Only to know you have died with a major heart attack
Sorry dad if only i was a doctor
I could have been in time to save you
I guess God loved you more
And took you away
I know he is taking of you
And by your side
Goodbye Dad
Kama sutra
The Sanskrit ancient text on making love,
the seductive motions to reach bliss from all above.
Rhymes and verses revealing hundredfold suggestions,
the divinity of making love and no more questions.
This poetical sentiment of romance is the immortal ‘halo’, shinning bright,
natures law versus societies moral dilemma, how to get it right.
Fragile emotions and receptive speculations in consideration,
the intimacy of values creating trust and emotional liberation.
Those erotic description should never be followed blindly,
the tantra book of ecstasy need be taken kindly.
Mental foreplay as creative imagination,
playful possibilities in reservation.
Those perceptual faculties have its reasons for sure,
energizing the elements of fire to alter the physical body, much to endure.
Consider the energy of fire as troublesome and dangerous,
causing conflict and even injuries as cause.
The causal body holds the underlying will and motivation,
the inherited vital potential by heart contemplation.
A change of thought and intention creates a different attribute,
a free flow of intellectual attitude.
The vital energy of fire is the preserver of health,
establishing resistance to disease as wealth.
Those who can control the sexual fire energy,
have the ability to manipulate the kundalini.
The popular Yoga evolution show all possibilities,
colorful blending to natures peaceful gentleness.
The wise person by the power of will,
refines healing properties to a skill.
By giving the spark of fire,
the right intentions to admire.
That the gentle act of intimacy is a sacred sphere,
in which the mental fireworks should be given the credit they deserve.
Happy endings are the in-ul-timate, of the story,
and moral dilemmas have lost all its worry.
Might We Ever…
by Odin Roark
Fathom
The depth of agony
A genius creation goes through
The willingness to imagine
Beyond expectant physical endurance
Understand
The amount of protected experience
Folded into the visceral sharing of
Pavarotti’s nine spine-tingling high Cs
In Donizetti’s “Pour mon ame”
Fracturing listener’s anticipations
Like the shattering of glass
Amidst a lightening bolt
In bright sunlight
Believe
The arc of a leap
The airless still-life
Of a form suspended
Defying gravity
Be it Nureyev
Baryshnikov
Or David Hallberg
Or
Withstand
One’s internal turmoil
When allowing a Barber Adagio
A Beethoven 7th
A Coltrane anything
To infiltrate man’s vast network
Those nerves and synapse celebrations
We so often take for granted
How frivolous we have become
Abandoning the gift of prescience
Ability to foresee and control the next moment
That time when richness of nature’s art
Only needs its due respect
To present a stage of creative imagination
Our own magnificence
Instead
Far too often
The brush stroke of a Starry Night
The perfection of a Modigliani distortion
A Dudamel flurry of baton passion
Or the vibration of Tibetan long horns
Arresting our often-mundane focus
Goes ignored
Can we ever
Become again
The gifts
We possess
Or
Will the downward spiral
Forever bury who we once were
Who we were destined to become
How evolution meant we serve
The next cosmic event
Might we ever…
Human ingenuity leapfrogs beyond ordinary
Buoying upon wings of intellectual curiosity
Sustaining innovation, creative imagination,
Breaking barriers once thought impenetrable,
Daring to conquer the arduous, unknown~
Resistant to understanding, inert to inquiry.
Unfathomable is force of scientific curiosity
That opened doors to discoveries, inventions:
Telescopes that explore the origin of universe,
Space flights landing on Moon and Mars,
Defying gravity, exceeding the speed of sound;
Telephones, electricity, computers, automobiles,
Untold preventive medicines, therapeutics,
Vaccines holding in check reign of pandemics,
Treatments for diseases, cure for hepatitis,
Nuclear fusion searching new source of energy
Reducing emissions to sustain life on earth.
Curiosity is the flame of wisdom, inspiration,
Lifeline for mortality pursuing life and liberty;
Promise of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
For explicating phenomena less understood,
For guiding aspirations of cognitive intellect,
For directing journey on roads not traversed.
January 8, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I am beautiful.
I am the sum
Of my experiences and
hopes.
My dreams, and my
memories and goals.
I have withstood the hell
of being abandoned by
drug addict parents.
I grew from it.
I stood strong through
the relentless bullies,
no matter how many times
I thought of leaving this earth.
They picked on me because
I didn’t have "real" parents.
because puberty hit me hard.
because I was smart, or because I was poor, or different.
Because it would seem,
to the average eye, that is,
that I had,
what they wanted.
What did I really have?
A shattered, untrusting heart.
An eating disorder.
A mental illness.
I had...
hope.
I had no money,
but I did have...
a free education, for 12 years.
I did have
the potential to get a scholarship.
I didn’t have food in the house,
or power turned on
always.
sometimes I went hungry or dark.
But, I had a pencil,
a paper,
and a creative imagination.
I had my brain,
and incredible opportunities,
that I had created.
I am beautiful.
not for my face or,
my body.
but for my personality,
my hopes... my dreams.
my perseverance.
my ability to fight on,
even when it would seem
the fight
has already been
lost.
Taylor Bluthardt
I am obsessed with the feel of the new book
Opened in my hands, fingers running down
The center binding; lifting it to my nostrils,
Taking in the musky smell of new ink on page,
Before allowing myself the distinct privilege
Of reading the opening lines, then plunging
Headlong into the author's creative imagination.
I caress it between my hands, rubbing them
Across the front, the back, down the binding
Once, twice, again; I claim this book as my own;
I envision it resting on my bedside table, then
In my reading room next to other coveted works
I have collected and treasured since boyhood.
I hold it to my breast as I approach the cashier--
Not really wanting to hand it over to her to price.
Soon, it will be entirely mine! I am in love again.
The affair grows until the final page is turned,
Until I have laid it down and begun to think about
My new lover in the little bookshop on Oak at Vine.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written March 16, 2021
Submitted to "My Obsession" Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
As transparent Christmas was
With creations of model toys and Yo-Yos
Christmas was a blast for this one small boy
With dreams of sugar plums and joy
Guessing and wanting just one simple toy
Hours of pleasure with a creative imagination
From pretending then becoming a real situation
A world of wonder with intriguing thinking
Has become the Casper of Christmas passed
Games are now taking this once creative world
Becoming a mind of dumber and dumber
Losing it’s power to create and only follow
Tricking the mind into believing it’s creating
Machines taking over mans power of creations
Leaving behind a new way of thinking
With buttons being pushed while seeing images
Talking into a box and getting a response
With faceless expression or smiling reactions
Stealing away any physical temptations
Losing a portion of mankind's interactions
The Casper Ghost of Christmas Passed
Is now a Mindless Ghost of Christmas Future
Scaring away Casper the once Friendly Ghost
Of: Christmas Passed
Drifting along on tranquil opportunities
Embellished within the nicest ingenuities
Animating all your stanzas and verses
Giving meaning to them with so much purpose
Never holding back your promises of more
While you add creative imagination galore
Exploring your lines amongst their transition
Acknowledging their intent being my mission
Intuitive cartographic portrayed expression
Removing all of the unwanted indiscretion
Appreciating each of our distinct differences
Regardless of consequences or significance
Influenced characteristics written in script
Gliding along your mind’s many swells and dips
Returning the potential to a clear lucidity
Gracefully floating on your unwavering fluidity
Riding upon your flow of subtle illustrations
Conspicuous gallantry with trusted fixation
Emotions I feel when experiencing your words
While listen to your pieces that you record
Leaves me forever lost in your articulation
Evoking my soul, giving my undying adoration
Your heart has a yearning
And a burning desire
To share what you’re learning
Like voices of a choir
Small pieces of paper
With the things you have thought
A con or a caper
How the villain was caught
No time is a wrong time
If you wake up at night
With a thought of a rhyme
Then you know you must write
Watching movies with you
Your friends do not enjoy
For you catch every clue
And discern every ploy
And time seems to fly by
When you sit down to write
With that glint in your eye
There is no end in sight
You longed for the teacher
To ask each for a story
You wrote down your feature
Of our flag called, “Old Glory”
Friends with the dictionary
Filled with word after word
To some it seemed scary
When the big words they heard
But not to the writer
You knew you’d become
A reader delighter
You knew you’d please some
So write on forever
As your stories you tell
A writer so clever
Right inside you doth dwell
NATURE’S WONDERFUL PRIZE
Beautiful flowers so vibrant and alive.
I smell your blossoms all day and night.
May your rosebud be an image of the mind while I walk through the garden tonight.
You are nature’s wonderful prize.
Beautiful flowers open your mind to the photosynthesis as the sunrises.
You surely will flourish into a spectacular landscape where your flower garden caresses and comforts.
Might you shout via your colors as I paint upon the canvas?
I will sit children amongst the tulips and daffodils so that your splendor will escape into the creative imagination.
Beautiful flowers do you feel the breeze?
You are radiant radiance and brilliance seen.
I have watched you in your growth.
As nature’s wonderful prize, you are significant.
Heaven’s sun showers your stem.
In just a short while, I will see you bloom.
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Penned on October 25, 2014 @ 1:09 a.m. EST!