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It’s time, its here, it’s that time of year
Time for chocolate eggs and a bunny
But look deeper in and ask, is it a sin?
For many do trivialise with a hat that is funny.
The deeper meaning behind, is getting harder to find
Why chocalte eggs are given and eaten just now.
Is there a glut of them? Is there a chocolate laying hen?
Or a chocolate factory that's owning a cow.
Is there a golden rabbit? Did somebody bag it?
This is one thing I do not know.
But what it means to me, is not hard to see
The size of the egg or the rabbit is for show.
As I don't like chocolate bunnies or eggs
I am out to rescue the bunny, hen and cow
But what to do when the rescue is through
I will put on my thinking cap just now
When they are free You can leave it to me
I will find something new to do with them.
As for Easter this year, you need have no fear
The animals will soon all be free
To stop them being abused
And to keep me amused
No clue to the killer of the Easter bunny….
it’s me.
© 21/03/2013
Bias lurks beneath our outward veneer, unaware.
It hinders our sight, raising unseen walls.
None without exemption is prone to bias.
It is natural and it creeps into our minds, unseen.
Like the ripples of a silent stream, it causes wavelets,
Shaping our views from a distorted angle,
Limiting our sight into fleeting glimpses, partial and blur.
We should be able to see through the veil of our bias.
Perception must be a slow, steady and focused process,
And never a hurried one like that of a racing sprinter.
Develop a more inclusive approach and an open mind
Confront our biases with courage and perseverance
Enfold diversity with threads unique but blending as one.
It is in our differences, we find our true strength.
With deeper perspectives, we become more humane.
Let us accommodate truth within mind’s every fold.
Let us make alliance with all colors, cultures and creeds.
Embrace each as fellow beings of every country and clime.
Erase bias and in harmony, let our lives take wing!
Sadly, the weight of my conditioning holds me tight,
Preventing me from taking flight and soaring high.
Oh God, I pray to make me rid of all unconscious bias.
Help me see the light and awaken me to the power within.
Guide me towards truth that sets me free from all bias.
There's no minute in the day
that I don't think about her;
I've been bewitched
by eyes that hold
their spell on me...
being away from her
is endless despair.
Controlling my madness
is not an easy task,
it's wearing a mask
and make believe I'm fine;
it could be a warning of jealousy...
something I'm not aware of: unless
I look inside myself and dive
in the waters of doubt asking for mercy,
hoping they won't confine...
and leave me without breath,
expecting the arrival of death!
I concentrate on my work,
but it doesn't help a bit,
my glance is stuck on the clock:
time stands still and makes me angry;
I try not to distracted myself
from what I'm doing,
I might as well be deaf
not hear her calling,
not seeing her happy smile...
ah, that's a horrible feeling!
I should get away from here and be
be in those arms all the while!
Controlling my madness
takes deeper awareness,
that indisputable trust
in faithfulness that I doubt a lot;
controlling my madness
is painting a gray sky in blue shades,
but underneath it shows gloominess...
no, nobody can change it's mood of sadness!
Listen to my words and desire me my sun-ripened lady
For I will be as magniloquent and indiscreet
as a biblical poet
The sculpting of your Siamese contour
pours into my empty cup like apricot brandy
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
and it satisfied me deeper than mere friction
Aphrodite has kissed your firm twins
As a cluster from the vineyards of Glen-Eden
on a sun-drenched September afternoon
Secretory perfumes from your pubic stubble
And gardenia from your thick locks
so fragrant I see their scent
I take them in with every sense engorged
SELAH
When I make you moan and frown
you stare vertically through closed eyes
Then drunkenly mutter, “I cum”
When I breach your lips, north and south in unison
we give birth to the child of incandescence
She has your raven eyes.
I look into them and I see the light of Aioue
Her aura is primal, fleeting, and beyond intoxication
We become one flesh in the eyes of the cosmos
I see you my love, my friend!
These words are meant for one who is brooding for loves
They who walk with heaven beneath their feet
live under the shade of authenticity
Walk with me under the cloak of shadows
CHAIYYA
At this moment your honeyed cream remains on my palate
When I showed you how we French kiss
yes those are the moments!
Bedeviled nectars are not devilish, but imbibed in the shade
Nay, they are turned rancid only by the manufactured light
that casts the shadow from our cloak
Therefore, no one shall judge our chamberings
When we are not together I wax
For me the duplicity is hard
but I cannot live without pleasures!
I savor the darkness as per the design of the ancients
who learned to love and to invent pleasures
They are familial ghosts from a region in my belly
and we commune
SELAH
The inclinations I have toward paramours
has been buried so deeply
that I cannot locate from whence they come
In the balance between propriety and abandon
I have chosen what is in front of me
I will be reminded of my choices
when we walk again
I don’t know if I love you
because I hate that word
Maybe someday I’ll invent a better one
My beautiful little doxy
I cannot nor would not sponge away
the scent of your existence from my mind
nor the music of your moans from my ears
Tropical sunshine
streaming down
from a clear blue and white sky
with fleecy white clouds
edged with wisps of mist
like giant grains of popcorn
drifting slowly by
way up in the sky
The sunshine
bathing the sugar cane fields below
with golden sunbeams
saturating the texture
of its long grass-like leaves
with its radiance
enlivening them and
transforming the fields into
an emerald sea
of brilliant green
Tropical breeze
swaying the sugar cane leaves
gently caressing them
making them dance in unison
like the waves of the ocean
The dancing leaves
vibrating in harmony
with each other
create a murmuring sound
that builds in intensity
and reaches a crescendo
like the roar
of the waves of the ocean
setting the leaves
in a wild dance of ecstasy
and then gently subsiding
to the soothing sound
of a gentle breeze
inducing a state
of peacefulness
and tranquillity
At such moments
alone with nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that moment
- the infinite eternal NOW
One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words
One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension where
time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos
As a young boy, around nine or ten, I used to love to be in the sugar-cane fields in my native tropical island, Trinidad. I got a natural high, being dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and listening to the sighing of the sugar cane leaves as they swayed in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. I felt that Nature was speaking to me, transporting me to another world where I connected with my cosmic roots, becoming part of the unity of all things.
The experience of writing
your thoughts and feelings on paper
for the perusal of others;
offers instant satisfaction,
that must be experienced to
be truly appreciated.
By letting your muse guide you to
a deeper awareness of your
humanity and surroundings:
poetry, empowers the ink,
that reveals the artist within;
whose pen morphs into a paintbrush.
The power and enlightenment
of poetry, inflames your soul,
when it's your thoughts embroidering
the page: and the poet in you
desperately wants to be heard.
The page is your canvas to fill
in any way your muse may choose:
never let critics deny you that
opportunity; ignore them,
for they love to critique mistakes.
I was not born to the moors; my roots are planted
by wild running seas,
even so, a rolling heath is a green tide heaped
into wind-sculptured waves,
low breakers that may tug you deeper,
or crash upon any too certain a mind.
March is a good time
to be a thin branch in a treeless landscape.
You can catch hold of a wind-serpent
in your upheld hands,
a sea-creature born to be the innards of the sky.
When a high rain surfs mountainous air,
you can be pitched pell-mell onto thrashing shores
shorn of any footholds.
I was not begot to be native to these moors
yet they deliver me into that wild ocean
counterpoised between land and sky,
and there, you may also wave-walk
or be born again.
I'LL BLEED FOR YOU
I will bleed for you if I have to. Lay down my life for you. I will give you my essence, every last piece of me that this life will allow.
I will give you my strength when yours begins to fail. I will lend you my courage when fear finds its way to you. And when the world becomes too heavy, come home.
Come home to me.
I will hold you when the world has been unkind. I will wipe your tears even when mine are falling too. I will sit beside you in the darkness until you find your way back to the light.
I may not always know how to make everything right.
But I promise you this—
I will always try.
I will fight battles you may never know I fought. I will whisper your name into prayers you may never hear. I will worry about you even when you tell me not to.
I will carry your burdens when your shoulders become too tired. And when I cannot carry them for you, I will walk beside you until you are strong enough to carry them yourself.
Because you came from me.
Not just from my body, but from somewhere deeper—somewhere words cannot reach.
A piece of my heart learned to live outside my chest the day you came into this world.
And perhaps that is motherhood: giving someone your heart and watching them grow with a piece of you beating inside them.
So go.
Live. Fall. Rise. Make mistakes. Find yourself. Become everything you were born to be.
I will not always be able to walk every road with you.
But wherever life takes you, remember this:
There will always be a woman somewhere in this world who will pray for you when you cannot pray for yourself. Who will ache when you hurt. Who will rejoice when you rise. Who will celebrate your victories as though they were her own.
A woman who would bleed for you.
A woman who would give every last breath she had if it meant you could have one more.
I am that woman.
I am your mother.
— Temisan Susan Dudu
Line of inquiry
truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in our bones
in time dissolved meditation
There's a sacred sanctuary in my soul,
a secluded realm only God can read.
I absorb light like the sun's rays of gold,
illuminating my heart when I've the need.
There dwells the truth to the depth of my core.
deeper than the marrow inside my bones.
A radiance impossible to ignore,
shining brightly when I pray in undertones.
Swiftly, it flows in me when I meditate,
focused on the reason to take my next breath.
My faith is refueled and I contemplate
the irrelevant dread of mortal death.
Embodied light does not dim in the dark.
It's spiritual strength cannot be disputed
God ignites in me the kindling of a spark,
so brilliant so as not to be refuted.
It can't be called inconsequential or trite.
Enlightenment is found, not with eyes alone
It radiates within us to zenith height
with the magnetic power of a loadstone.
It’s time to commemorate Jesus’ passion
At the cross for world’s glorious redemption
An opportunity to reflect as Christ’s followers
Unifying in deeper faith to our Almighty Father
March 2,2022 11:50pm
(Ash Wednesday)
Joel 2:12-14-That is why the LORD says, “Turn to me now, while there is time. Give me your hearts. Come with fasting, weeping, and mourning. Don’t tear your clothing in your grief, but tear your hearts instead.” Return to the LORD your God, for he is merciful and compassionate, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love. He is eager to relent and not punish. Who knows? Perhaps he will give you a reprieve, sending you a blessing instead of this curse. Perhaps you will be able to offer grain and wine to the LORD your God as before.
A Blessed Lenten Season to All!