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The Christmas Purpose
By: Miracle Man
December 6, 2021
For fear of offending another, and starting a fray,
many don’t say Merry Christmas, but Happy Holiday.
A commercialized holiday often void of Christ’s name,
Leaving Jesus out of Christmas is a foolhardy game.
Jesus came, was virgin birthed, in a far away stable,
accomplishing for mankind what no other was able.
His earthly life was culminated at a forlorn cross,
making man opportunity to expunge all his dross.
Christmas has become a giving and merriment season,
too many have forgotten that Jesus is the reason.
Souvenirs
nostalgic
heirloom
memorabilia
archived
muniments
prospectus
paraphernalia
posters
sequestered
Benefaction blight
twinkling trinket
tinged trophy
hoisted
himalayan style
melancholy monument
meteoric miniscule
flyby
verdant vestiges
viral vanish
Mayfly
transient
miscellany
evanescent
detritus
fugacious
snippets
antiquarian
bricolage
hodgepodge
Testament atrophied
gossamer gaudy
gazumping
languid lodger’s
meretricious milestone
culminated
artefact assemblage
bowdlerised bijou
moribund reticule
abecedarian
Marcescent abstract
mileage mocker
synthetic switch
unplugging
nomadic nonpareil
reminiscence’s
ineffable
ephemeron
aphoristic
aleatory
A woman sitting in an old house herself,
counting paper clips.
Every day, was a creaking workday
that reminded her addiction was in freedom—
meanings of being young, being old,
being in love with the back then.
She’s not a fan of
not being a fan of new movies.
But who can blame her
for blaming herself?
A helicopter that flies
over the barren desert land to the hospital,
where young boys crash motorcycles
and old men remember their dead.
A wall of silence no longer there
signifies hatred
now bungled within today.
Then you see the age
when television is history—
not a history channel
beyond Hegelians trying to memorize
systems to perfection.
Inside lost dreams of charities
that lost funding—unserviceable minds
that lurk in moons
trying to be seen without desperation.
Desperate to no longer be desperate
with sly strokes of sublimation meeting
meaning that doesn’t understand
yet works very hard to know better—
knows nothing more
than culminated condensation
dripping toward a small valley to move down.
Or an activity to sign up for
on a schedule at your community center.
Bingo! said the American,
afraid of being themselves
and longs for Paris—
mugged on a street
with their granddaughter watching,
when cops sprang from the doors—
nobody was left to watch.
—An emotional angst to pull back,
a wish for love in pure space-time.
An evangelist to tell you what to do,
one that is just spiritual
with the same frame.
I don’t wish for you to drag your breakfast into dinner,
or scream water in a lonely sea,
where all that is left to do
is doing nothing, nothing—
Being distant from trees,
closer to the bunker.
It’s hard to go easy
and easier to run,
sweeter to give it all away
and uglier to be unforgiven by givers.
These spirits are also amusement parks
who don’t care for safety.
If you expect them to wonder,
they force you to stare at our sun.
If you try to stop,
they slowly guide you back without knowledge.
Then one day
you’re sitting in a basement
wondering where all time went,
How your body turned—
and now all you see
is your dead uncle in the mirror.
From some week
Nauseous I feel
Last month my period also ceased
I'd gone to Doctor
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me.
A sweet smile ran through my lips
Oh! I was tickled pink
But wait..
Is it any pleasantary?
I'm preggy? So funny it is.
I'm just seventeen
Having no boyfriend
Or any such relationship
Again, she checked
But this time, she was amazed
She ascertained my virginity
Also assured my pregnancy
Spiralled up from blank theory
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "
I went to the library
turned the pages of biology
Found the term Parthenogenesis
A process in which
Female egg converted into offspring
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where?
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear
That I purchased from the science fair
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream
Biologists regarded this
As Super parthenogenesis
After some months or more
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord
15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"
Heart seeks more, though we keep no score;
burning yearning seeks an encore,
since trough follows crest, there’s no rest,
in acting at ego’s behest.
The joy that does not come and go,
imbibed by heart in stillness slow,
entwines all nodes, from root to crown,
stream of nectar, in which we drown.
Pheromones tingle and mingle;
jingle making our eye single,
at play within, through night and day,
as to bliss beats we gently sway.
Fears and desires are all exhumed;
by breath, ignition is resumed,
rapture unending, soul’s delight,
cascades thus within, day and night.
02-April-2022
Form L - Lay - New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Romance
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Notes:
‘Root’ alludes to the Muladhara chakra, near the base of spine, the divine feminine’s (Shakti’s) abode.
‘Crown’ refers to the Sahasrara chakra, on top of head, where the male polarity (Shiva) waits for Shakti.
‘Single eye’ is our third eye or spiritual eye, located between the eyebrows (Ajna chakra).
Shakti rises from root to crown, flowing in a stream soma nectar, propelled by love. She needs to overcome many obstacles (ego spawned desires, fears, beliefs) during the journey.
Once united, Shiva and Shakti merge, descending together as one into the cave of our heart (Anahata chakra), where divine union is culminated, resulting in an explosion of thunderous bliss, which pervades each cell of form, even as the ignition renewal continues unabated, gripping mind-body vessel in rapture unending ~ bliss in permanence.
We, as indivisible from singular God-consciousness, are both aspects of the polarities, kinetic energy being Shakti and potential energy being Shiva. The game of union and separation, of concealing and revealing, is the enigmatic dance of life at play, obstructed by ego, which is ultimately annihilated.
A colourful day of the year, when moonlight and sunlight never enough
Decorated with more lightening, colourful, beautiful and splendour
Songs, dances, tours and laughers, all culminated with Holy Mass prayers
The day of the year that celebrations and merriments are from the hearts.
One plus again today, though tough cycle experienced ever,
The cycle that I faced kilindi, a bottom of fiscal nudes,
Where top trusted friends and divine guiders,
Laughed at my mourns and pledged as backbiters
Speaking evils and pushed away my buoyancy.
The year that penny left the pockets, the year that comrades lost trust,
The year that concubines disappeared, the year that suicidal could be a b’ option
But God showered his Mercy, we reached a gain the cycle start
Thank you all comrades, who paid their trust on me,
The trust, resource you shared, are marked top to my heaven
Nothing I equal to repay, but prayers will seal my tongue
With songs and praise to my God, who sent such angles to me.
Years wishes to all, the fight has just began,
Purely academic it was, truly will keep the move,
And chase the thief tranquilly, no noise no boost Facebooking,
Time is our best align, let’s clap when destiny is reached
© lucas Mkude 25-12-2024 birthday mood
Demise of Summer crushed by time
Impatient branches bare themselves
Stilled by awareness of impermanence
Crispy leaf meets mates' disintegration
Decay of softening debris feeds furthering
Intact stem faithfully departs its life source
Slippery black moulder begins project
Culminated rotting holds promise
Discarded friends have served dutifully
Instilled with sturdy knowledge of tenure
Shading resplendant trembling team offers
Cosy habitat for harbouring creatures
Drifting ruin accepts wild's arrival
Imminent Winter hurls vehemence
Shifted season defeats the previous
Compulsed assets begin next task
Autumn drives Spring, broken by slowing
Resplendent hues shake in conversation
Due relinquish brings their descendants
26th July 2020 Free Verse
Written for Contest:
Pick A Title 20 Vol 3
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Where once the Seventh Cavalry heroically stood its ground,
Winter winds now moan o'er the desolate Montana battleground.
Drifting snows blanket the horse soldiers' lonely graves.
They were out-fought by Crazy Horse and his determined braves!
After decades of broken treaties, recrimination and hate,
The Red Man's frustrations were culminated on that fateful date.
Many moons have passed since they clashed in mortal strife,
That forever changed the Native American way of life.
A marble stone marks where each trooper that day was slain.
A stark, lonely memorial on that ghostly, windswept plain.
They now sleep together 'neath a monument grand and tall,
Awaiting the rallying 'CHARGE!" of Gabriel's bugle call!
Perhaps if their pompous commander had been less rash,
Gallant cavalrymen might have survived that bitter clash.
But such was his zeal for national glory and fame,
That he heaped upon himself everlasting shame!
Tho' the Bighorn Battle brought a modicum of peace,
Alas, the harassment of the Red Man did not cease.
They scattered, their plight not worth pursuing anymore.
The Red Man won the battle, but alas, he lost the war.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
How spectacular your crisp, cold colors,
Autumn dear, your bright & brilliant hues.
The fruition of success & failure, previous;
Culminated countenance of consequence.
Bold can be those leafy reflections from bud
To crown, the readiness to share the Fall.
It was your choice, Autumn dear, to steer
Toward perfection or depression, in trial.
Do you gather your bundle around your feet
Fretting and frenetic, leaves wet with despair, or
Do your colors gamble about like a wooly lamb,
Reminding the young of a rainbow’s halo?
Do you fear a latter season or let go your shapes
With holy anticipation, excitement at your fingertips?
Slow bustling of the wind, gentle shake of limbs;
Creative hustling, vivacity of freshness let loose.
Lovely your perspicacity and personality, sparkling
With a thick accent; nay, the dampening of dour
Spirits, fretting at losing your springiness, your green.
Wake up! Shake up your dreams! Youths love
Your rain, your jewel carpeting - they walk in
Your footsteps; enhance the next generation
Not with mildness, but with potential, using
Every bit of your wit and wile, your future hope.
Brighten those smiles with every shake of your head;
Even your baldness, crooked and ancient limbs.
Dear Autumn, you leave room for new sow & reap;
For coddled and courageous seed; newborn buds.
Autumn, less is more, more or less; nonsense
We don’t speak; no madness of spectral tongue.
Serendipity as pumpkins dance with flaming eyes,
As grand mas and pas blink back their yesteryears.
Three wholesome cheers for oaks, maples, even
Evergreens; for every tree that participates in life
And death on earth, rebirth, sentience, flirtation.
Live well, this latter season! Be tested! Thrive!
Just as every tale begins “once upon a time”
His life began the same with an unpredictable character
Where he learnt it from can’t be told, because he was cold
Disappointment was his first name
Anytime he was told about his unreliable character
He behaved like a maniac
He laughed with people but later went round to stab them in the dark
He did not give but always wanted to receive
Everyone was exasperated because of his behavior
Because of his hostility, he became a hustler
It was very difficult for him to preserve his human dignity
His life of hostility culminated in disaster
Just as every tale ends “happily ever after”
His life ended with sorrows and regrets