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I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together,
I just looked out the window all the way.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual,
The path filled with many crumbling leaves;
Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back,
I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
I stood for a long time with my eyes closed,
The words carved in stone and in my heart;
Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom,
I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears,
I touched the words carved on your cold tomb;
And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate,
I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
. . . . . still
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May 11, 2014
Poetry/Verse/Holding a wilting red rose
Copyright Protected, ID 05-565-847-11
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
BlackFriday suffering,
as Buddhist allies would speak of global Anti-EarthDay pathology,
and sin,
as Messianic Christ travelers,
un-privileged immigrant/emigrants,
migrants speak uneasily of Win/Lose destiny,
anxiously headed for Lose-Ego/Lose EcoHabitat Earth,
internal and external climate degeneration
RealWorld,
Suffering and sin are graceful integrity's fragmentation,
which is a great toxic divide
between GoodFriday unhappy nature
and EarthDay spiritual health.
There is, perhaps,
also another more positive function for ego-fragmentation,
more accessible to everyday noticing with compassion,
to interdependent fragments of living systems
Over-invested in Win/Lose sub-optimal survival
of the fittest predator
Also seen and heard,
felt and tasted and touched
in implicate-yin shadow,
Under-invested in Win/Win optimal thrival
of healthy Left EgoBody
and wealthy Right EcoSoul Mind,
As immortal as DNA's long regenerate
open systemic
multiculturing
Win/Win natural/spiritual
bilateral polynomial appositions,
Between historic GoodFridays
and herstoric EarthMother HealthWomb
of Win/Win co-redemptive polypaths
toward Great Transitional EarthDay.
COVID-19 pandemic analogous how indigenous peoples got felled...
Woebegone, enraged spirits
holographic images taciturn
journeying somberly aghast
at their stolen sacred lands... mourn
dead souls impossible mission
sabotaged aery mission endeavor
happy hunting grounds upheaval
witnessed gaunt bloody sojourn,
perhaps collective aboriginal ghosts return
to haunt cruel innocent heir/heiresses
regarding interlopers, si?
Malicious intent birthed in subsequent
quick succession to adventitious,
(nevertheless grievous) events
visited upon heads of storied "Indians")
misnomer spurred European explorers
(more particularly exploiters),
when "discovering" the Americas
to dole out (deliberately)
contaminated accouterments,
plus various sundry trappings
to native inhabitants.
Gross misdeeds of our long deceased forebears
debauched, decorated, and dedicated
footloose hedonistic jackbooted violent men
loosed mayhem opening pandora's box
unwittingly and/or intentionally disseminating
seeds of annihilation germinating lethal pandemic
decimating innocent ofttimes knowingly
unleashing opportunistic virile organisms
without vital immunity linkedin
bodily defense mechanisms.
With advantage of hindsight
always 20/20 (especially
calendrical juncture planetary
space/time continuum 2020)
opprobrium plentifully quoted
as cosmic consciousness skews perspective,
whereby admission acknowledged
conquistadors looted, pillaged, and raped
(blithely, effectively, and indiscriminately killed)
every man, woman, and child
and/or sowed cultural abomination
acceleration, adulation, aeration...
Though thoroughly grounded
within secular humanism
courtesy kickstarting metaphysical realism
philosophical, teleological...
essentially Unitarianism paradigm
whereby ripple repercussions of actions
(think butterfly effect
starring Ashton Kutcher - ha)
trigger domino falling action,
yet additionally affects fate,
particularly he/she who
activated, cultivated, generated...
chain of events, particularly
brutal, deplorable, and unforgivable misdeeds.
~ Sonnet: Special Moments
(Sonnet)
There are days when I want just to sit ‘round
and during this time relax just doing nothing
And from my porch enjoy views without frown
It's nice to dream and let go of many things
This day is nice and is not cold or warm
Is a great day and the sky is nice blue
No cloudy day no rain and not a storm
There's nothing now to ruin this precious day
I wish I do that in a day like this
But I know I can't stay too long that way
I want to remember good times ~ people I miss
I see butterflies I'm having a great day
I want to grab sheets and pen and write too
and friends this is the way I'm feeling today.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigh@2008
October,29,2008
Today is the seventy third Republic Day,
Of India - young nation - a unique bouquet;
Nice spicy people living in twenty eight states,
And eight union territories; friendly relate…!
Talking more than four hundred twisting tuneful tongues,
With their hereditary folk-dialect strings;
Faiths of ten religions fraternally flourish,
Each in their way love, hope and tolerance nourish...!
Staging, daily, moreover, twenty eight dance forms,
And ten or above folk county art formic norms...
Algebra, number zero, yoga, shampoo, chess,
Origin from this ancient land's lovely abyss...!
We've Tricolor; true Hindu Saka calendar,
Rupee, tiger, peacock, lotus, Ganges grandeur;
Our hospitality has its global flavor,
Shown in humble, courtesy-filled frank behavior...!
Doctor Ambedkar, Constitution-designer,
Nehru, Bose, Dadaaji, lal, bal, pal, and other;
All fighting to gain the nation deserved freedom,
And then its federalism solving each problem...!
Of all, gift of this nation for this lovely globe,
Is, the man, Mahatma Gandhi, in torn old robe...
Who, like Jesus, taught Indians, show other cheek,
If one beats you on one; to reach forgiveness-peak...!
26 January 2022
Bodhisattvas turn airflow into flames,
water into Earth
as Jesus turned baptismal waters
into blood red rivers
of warm nutritious wine.
Bodhisattvas,
like Messiah prophets and saints,
long for
belong to
the baptismal political economy
of cooperative ecotherapeutic waters,
as yin flows air MidWay notnot pathological
through Yang's Great Transitional flames
ecstatically leaping,
empowerment "hungry"
for air's co-arising health-optimizing
embrace
as ReGeneration
balance evolving waves
of neuro-conscious language
logos thoughts
deeper mythos feelings
inviting ecological ethos.
When our political voices become too didactic
we listen wiser for more lyrically cooperative outputs
with denser harmonics,
singing and dancing in
bilateral resonant appositionals
polycultures
polypaths
optimally nurturing ego/eco-health perpetuation,
regenerative yang/yin dipolarity
of deep wealth EarthTribe.
While these singers and dancers
disconcert their way
maintaining (0)-investment PlaceHolder mentations,
SpaceTime Unitarian-Integral Occupation,
unbiassed polypathic attention
to neuro/eco-systemic ethics
and shared bipartisan norms
and co-invested political cooperative values
Natural communion economies of cooperation with Other
v competition for sufficient compassionate time
to heal threats to politically dense wealth outcomes
These are all held in Common Symbolic Messages
as invitations to positive individual freedom development
of positive values
with nutritionally regenerative purpose
emerging future Bodhisattva Co-ReGenerators
Composed of past,
and disposed toward future, healthy love
of neuro/eco-passionate balancing
fractal mind enlightenment
and dialectical body empowerment
Where red flame
of dawn's Earth matriarchal warning
meets red fears
of long dark-swept patriarchal past.
Hey raisin, shall I tell you the tale?
Tell us of where history and news failed
to share truth? Be the sleuth and unveil?
Okay then, here's your two scoops...
Believe they say in a day when God's wrath
will find his way to you? Believe in destruction
death, plunder and confusion too? Chaos you say?
Here's a day you'll never forget...
I'll even bet.
Your God is here, walking the talk,
checking the parks and asking the lark,
did you hear? Did you read the book?
Didn't need it all, just one look...
"We are created..."
"In the image of..."
The rest lost to fallen egos "from above".
We call Him 'man'. Given a garden,
a song, a land... given two hands to hold,
a heart given as the color of Gold.
Given a rainbow, to remind us...
"We are created... as the image of trust"
"As above so below" they say
getting it wrong, never went that way.
"As above, we Are, Love"
I'd write that One down, if I were you...
Today.
"Define my wrath..."
Sure... she laughs.
Sure, she crafts, the messages.
Sure, She's a nut in a bubble of images...
Sure.
You can bet.
Here's another you won't forget...
"We are Two... got that? In the scoops?"
"Knock knock... we're Both home."
Believe they say in a day when Gods
will find Their way to you?
Hear.
Is the day you'll never forget...
I'll even bet.
5.13
!with a big fat eraser and some beers...
we met.
N ine is the line,
E leven the mind and
T hirteen. Is the rhyme.
and 12 ...
"Time catches us..."
She's a NET
Form:
Autumn is waiting in the wings,
hiding discretely among trees,
in plaintive music a bird sings,
coaxing a ride on a cool breeze.
Summer, reluctant to cede day
Autumn is waiting in the wings.
Finally gives the nights away
to crisp breezes that Autumn brings.
Autumn offers gifts of gold rings
to match Summer's soft, golden hair.
Autumn is waiting in the wings
Summer blows kisses on warm air.
Autumn, in gowns of red and gold
will be queen, altho Summer clings.
As she leaves, her story now told
Autumn is waiting in the wings.
August 18,2022
for Hint of Autumn contest
by Regina McIntosh
howmanysyllables.com=8
Music
The food of love..
To nourish my soul
Keeping me warm,
Dear friend, in the cold.
We dance and sing
Yet you never judge
Or my crazy, wide-eyed
Fantasy begrudge.
Although my frame
May be slow and weak.
You see the truth..
My moves are sleek
With You I'm fleet of foot
And never shy.
No Strictly ballroom
Can deny..
My spirit
Soars on wings again
Like Eagles high..
A flippin' ten.
Oh tuneful friend
Oh dancing Queen of joy
You raise us all
Each girl.
Each boy.
In sleepless dreams
We never yawn
We are Aretha;
Freddie;
Bjorn.
There is no heart without you.
No tune we cannot bring.
No hidden corner
Too dark to sing.
No greyed out human.
No colourless soldier.
No battle lost, with You.
No thing is ever over.
For music brings
Eternal light
Scattering the shadows
Of the night..
Revealing hope
And peace and love.
A gift composed
From high above..
If the curtain closes
I can only say;
When the final meal is music
..then play.
Jinjagoliath
3rd October 2020
As I write, I watch people around me,
each doing their own different things.
All striving for what they think will be
the life that happiness brings.
Little children with hearts so pure
led by grownups consumed with care,
an elderly couple, each seventy or more
as they sit make a wonderful pair.
Conversation around me is day to day life;
what you might consider mundane talk.
Outside the streets are teeming with life
as people drive and some people walk.
It's funny, the various things that you see
if you just take the time to look.
Each and every person that I have seen
has a story that belongs in a book.
So what will make people happy
as they go on about their day.
I suggest that each comes to the place
Where Christ is the only Way.
Douglas L. Ace