Long Curiosity Poems
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A storm is brewing, danger ensuing
Alarms are sounding in town
Gale winds are blowing, rain ongoing
Streak lightning straight up and straight down
Mother and father, sons and daughters
Quickly make way for protection
The sky was on fire, storm fed desire
As it mounted it's insurrection
They make it to cover, hug each other
Mother nature releases ferocity
Timely eschewing, the storm that was brewing
They listen with curiosity
Inside was quiet, outside a riot
While they patiently waited it out
Rehearsed and prepared, no one was scared
Then that was the end of the drought
an original poem by Daniel Turner
As I slumbered into the dark abyss of the night,
Smiling, like babies do,
At those dreams of Gods and Goddesses,
Laughing and dancing and showing me my path,
There appeared, on my side table,
A sparkling silver key!
The next morn' I chose to keep it in my bag
As I got ready to leave for work
As if, my sixth sense was telling me
"Keep it, the door will show itself!"
True to my guts, the door appeared as I was walking
Up the steepy hill, there where what I deemed as being
Work, a mere concrete building imprisoning responsibilities
And having imposed upon me, the state of being their guardian!
The door looked as magical as a fantasy film
I shook myself and felt my hair tumble all around my face
As if I were the lion king cleaning its mane, ready to battle!
I wanted to rush, open the door and just escape life,
When oh! I decided to peep through the keyhole first
Curiosity, it is believed, can kill
But when dealt with cautiously, it can be tamed!
Pray, I saw through that peeping hole, a swirling wave tunnel
Unlike Earthly waves though, it crashed never
It just kept swirling and swirling
And a signboard was placed there, reading "The World Fairer!"
Everything else was just dark and engulfing it all
Was the eerie sound of silence!
I swallowed my gulp and fished out the key from my bag
Pray, it had appeared to me as the Gods and the Goddesses
Were talking to me!
They rule me, they decide for me and they watch over me
So, who am I to doubt of their intentions,
Even if such remain laden with tests, with mystery and with traps!
With my heart heaving and hammering
I just thrust the key into the keyhole,
Opened the door and walked into the tunnel of silence,
Into the hovering darkness
Towards there where the sign
Directed, was the World Fairer!
But listen. Let's think about Pigeons.
Pigeons are everywhere. Oh, Pigeons! They're ordinary enough, common
To most. They're always there when you roam the streets, you
Look and find some trace of them. Nests, splatters. One living, breathing but flying
Away when you get too invested. But Children in their curiosity
Always come too close.
And then they get rejected. Pigeons will always move away.
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But that isn't the point, my friend.
Pigeons are observant. Yes, Pigeons. They notice when you approach, when
You have something valuable and when you don't. With their 360-degree vision, they see
the parts you hide, the ring behind your back, the flowers you give to lovers
Or little Children making daisy chains. Children go to collect their gifts and
Always come too close.
And then get punished. Pigeons will always peck open scars.
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You still don't see why (why I can't say it)?
Pigeons are more than common. Always Pigeons. They are magnificent beings, flaunting their
Wealth of prized feathers that ruffle in the wind, catching sunlight and holding it
In their beaks when singing performances. They enrapture all that see them, even when
The Ordinary pretend they despise. Children follow the Pigeons around, watch them perform,
Always coming too close.
And then the Pigeons stay. But only ever for a while.
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Don't you understand?
Pigeons are too good for Ordinaries. Pigeons, with small frames holding heavy weights no one
Stops to consider. They always hide their truth until someone looks close enough. then they see
And the Ordinary stay. Yet only Children, with hearts so pure and longing decide to
Always get too attached.
And then they learn the Pigeons never cared. They only flaunt for the food in Children's hands.
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Do you see now? Good.
Because Pigeons are never steadfast.
But it was never about simple pigeons at all.
Anthony had always been cautious and wise about matters of morality. But
this time, his eyes were dim to matters of reality. That December day was
relaxed and peaceful. The "back then's and remember when's" began to leap like antelope across many years in his memory zone. But trouble lurked
ahead, and he was home alone. All was calm and silent, but it wasn't even night. The day wasn't holy, but it was sunny and bright. In the quietness of his
blessed home, out of curiosity, he picked up the phone. He never should have made that fateful call. It cost him dearly, and he nearly lost it all. It was
indeed a normal beginning of the winter season. But sometimes normal changes course for any reason. Like falling leaves of Fall, innocense graced
that first call. A happy season, it was Christmas Eve as I recall. It would have been better had he gone shopping at the mall. But instead, he was curiously
driven, unaware of what would befall. He simply wanted to touch base with his past, and that was all. He never realized his future was moving toward a huge
waterfall. It's funny sometimes how a bit of curiosity can lead us astray. But it's not funny when we realize how we can easily lose our way. For seven
months, he ignored the teachings of Jesus, Peter, and Paul. As his resistance grew weaker and smaller, his became a battle royal. There were songs that
came to mind making him feel 10 feet tall. But without warning, he felt one song penning him against the wall. That song spoke of a Southern city on
Southern summer nights. And I tell you, for seven months, he really had no desire to be right. In his heart, he knew he was wrong. Within a few weeks,
he realized he really was not that strong. It's funny sometimes how initially we have no misguided intention at all. But it's not funny when we come close to
a great big fall. His deed was detected, causing a bit of dismay. But in process of time, it was to his delight that he was brought to the light. In due time
there came along one like a lion on the prowl with a mighty roar. After being pulled from the jaws of the bear, Anthony began to thrive and soar, and like
an eagle, he mounted on the heights. Doubtless, he would surely have been devoured had not God sent someone to help him fight.
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I'm the new Arachnid on the block.
I'm funky, I'm chunky with flair.
You'll think me cruel 'cause insects are my delicacy,
But I warn them - " Defy me if you dare! "
I must say, I hate to be unfair.
I advise them not to get too near.
And though I move fast, if they stay over there
I'll never catch, snatch and grab them.
But sheer cheek or curiosity
Draw them closer!
Why? I wonder, but without complaint.
Is it my legs of eight?
My colour? My eyes?
When will I pounce?
When will I take them by surprise?
They stare in awe at my fabulous web
As it shimmers and shines in the light.
Its radiance, beauty and pattern
Is what brings them to their plight.
Their urge to explore I don't fight!
So I say,
" I'll spin you a yard.
I'll spin you a mile.
I'll spin you some circles
As a free trial!
And as a courtesy,
So you don't feel sick,
I'll numb you and soothe you
With a prick and a lick.
I'll wrap you up gently
In my cosy, warm web...
A friend you will be
As you keep me well fed. "
Yes, I'm Arachnid.
Yes I'm the new kid,
A spider that rocks
On the block!
Journey
A journey into the unknown were fear reaches out to stop us.
Our curiosity pushes us forward as we tentatively reach into it.
Bring forth the candle of faith to illuminate this unknown.
To see and behold what lies before you.
Is it the cataclysm of all our fears?
Is it the wonderous beauty of life displayed before us?
This journey, is it the shadow of death we must toil through,
to reach the wonderous beauty we so crave?
We must pass through this shadow of death with faith and never falter.
If we do falter, what then awaits us in this torment?
When we do pass through this shadow, is it the end of our Journey?
NO!
Our journey must continue on for there are many pits of darkness we
must traverse until death.
Faith, Love and hope are our essential keys to the journey, never lose them.
When is hate,
voiced and aggressively acted out,
not a crime
victimizing all us criminals,
convicted and otherwise?
Should we criminalize
fear of fundamentalists
or anger about presumably predative aliens
or anxiety about internal
and external
climate changes
or worry about long-term costs compared to short-term benefits
of violent revolutions
in lives outside our narrow ego walls?
How does criminalizing hate
deter or feed it?
Does punishment for aggressively articulated bad attitudes
merely add hostile fuel
to short-fused flames?
Would active hate fade away
if criminalization evaporated?
Would love grow easier
if colonizing bullies,
with bibled GoodNews liberating intentions,
returned to creolization supporting naturally polypathic children
daily longing for reborn WinWin multicultural Trust?
PreHate children
prefer co-empathic PositiveParadise
and not so much loseLose
hellfire breathing hate
projected onto a jealous
all-powerful ecopolitical
yet personal
ForceSource.
What about crimes other than hate,
motivated by greed
or need,
or something in-between?
I would not know how
to criminalize my rampant raving revolutionary needs.
But your greed remains better locked up
for stealing our properties
and too loudly proclaiming me
your stupid and deluded chattel
at your greediest disposal
except for my inconvenient properties,
transparently vulnerable needs
to eat and drink
to taste and see
nutritious GoodFaith Integrity.
When, if ever, is active hate
not a crime against health?
When criminals, like greedy us,
are free to return polypathic love
to grow toward co-empathic trust
in our cooperatively nurturing
mutual listening
non-threatening and non-bullying
mutual infatuation,
curiosity,
co-redeeming grace
of mutual invitation
into shared trust
democratic space.
A place
not feeding prisons
while watering polypathic
free-range love.
A SNIPPET FROM MY TESTIMONY
God tapped me on the shoulder:
Did you hear this one?
Actually I was in proximity
And I overheard:
Jesus’ mother and brothers were at the door...
Curiosity bit my ear
Just that quick
I wanted to know more
Boy, do His words lift
This sorority and fraternity
Is open to all
Bible study took my breath away
Still does
I have had three bibles show up at my door.
You see, causality of thought burns heaven’s ears.
Because dear Jesus hears,
When YOU have ears to hear.
So just like that in the generosity
Of a new friend,
Who’d only heard what God said
I received my first
Full-length revelation
And I soaked in the ink
Years later my sister remembered
The one time I had spoken
Of my Grandmother’s red-leather,
art-infused family bible.
She brought it home from her travels —
I unwrapped the blanket covered gift.
So good is God, and then my husband,
Who has a strange family history
Received his grandmother’s too —
All the way from Germany.
He was adopted by his mother
And also into the family of God.
How good God is!
He leaves no one out.
No religiosity brings
Good tidings,
But a childlike faith —
God remembers everything.
12/6/2018
TO THE LITTLE MAN INSIDE ME
By Simeon Austin David Pangu
To the little man inside me,
Struggling to be set free.
Mr inability you have been called,
Making you feel little when wanting to stand tall.
You dream of happiness and joy,
Sadly on you tears you crawl.
Trying to make the world see the ability in your inability,
The ungrateful desperate always shadowing you in their quest for vanity.
Looking in the sky, the stars you see only few?
Your steeps you should have halt, but curiosity never knew?
You are Mr inability you are me!
Just hold tight your ability one day the world will see.
There is one thing you have that is hope,
Though it cannot be seen through your scope.
You have it in your possession, you have it all,
Just hold on for the test is your storm.
You quest for love but you find hate,
Celebrating your angel, only to realize she is your mother's mate,
The supposed facilitator of your dream is killing it,
Enjoying your agony, it appears to be sweet.
The world is unfair the feeble will cry,
You don't need that to courage you in your strive.
Be brave! for you have a mission,
You mission is to achieve your vision.
You are Mr inability that what you are,
Until the world realize your ability, then they will realize who you truly are.
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Lord, You have given me so much,
The will to see, compare,
The things that just make common sense.
You've shown me that You care.
So I Believe.
I believe because You've given me,
The curiosity,
To search for truth in History,
To search until I find it;
And I Believe.
You've given me Your Book of Love,
To read, research, compare,
With other books that others write.
Your wisdom Lord, You share.
So I Believe.
It's all laid out before us.
Laid out in black and white;
And we make our own decision,
To choose to see The Light.
And I Believe.
You freely share it all with us,
And You let us decide,
Who will be our Leader, Lord,
Who will be our Guide;
And I Believe.
For we all serve a Master,
Whether we know it or not;
And who we choose to follow,
Determines what our lot;
And I Believe In You.
Because You listen to my prayers.
You're always by my side.
You give me courage, lend Your strength,
And give me peace inside.
So I Believe.
And when my time is come, Lord,
I fear not what betide;
For You are here beside me, Lord,
And You will be my Guide.
This I Believe.
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