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Oh Lord they come again in brilliant hue
cold ghosts so long thought dead beneath the snow
arise, in flaunting presence overdue
upon the thatch brown bed - clear hoar frost glow
clings to the softening edge of winter’s grip
an echoed crack of ice its passing blow
in fated end to her long cyclic trip
succumbing to the whims of passing winds
rippling thru tall Maples slow sap drip
wet rabbits skirt the edges of the fens
to dine upon first buds of greening shoots
plump robins build their nests in silent glens
watched by the moon the mating owl hoots
as nature hits default and spring reboots
©4/29/2019
Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter sponsor
OCEAN OF TEARS
Things were good just yesterday
Till death took you away today
Now, we are feeling like we lost everything
Oh yes, we lost everything when we lost you
If only our eyes could pour out all the tears our heart holds
Your casket will be over floating on them
These tears hold no salt; our heart is laden with bitterness
We still wonder if the stars still shine out for us
When we look up; the very star we look up to has faded
Can you wake now? We are drunk in sorrow.
Worst things in life come free to us
Death sold us what we didn’t order to buy
It delivered itself to us when we didn’t give out any address
What kind of offline shopping is this?
If only we can return this ugly unwanted purchase
We may forever be stuck in this daydream
What a black Saturday; it was supposed to be a happy day for all of us
45th convocation ceremony! So many invites; yet, you didn’t turn up
It’s not alright to die; though, it’s the only thing you never tried
Prof. If only you waited billion days; trillion tears could have been saved.
Who? Where? When? Why? ...
Unending questions; heart-breaking answers
If we were to write about your death in an answer script
We will submit empty script because we don’t know what to write
How can we write what doesn’t have course outline?
Many will demand for extra script; to use and clean up their tears
Prof. you have left a big vacuum in our heart and in our department
Who will tend to your courses and your supervisees now that you are gone?
If these are my last words about you; I didn’t say them only in bitterness
You scholarly legacies are enough to restore us to default hope.
Requiscant in pace Proffesor Ken. Ifesinachi…
Second sight in some infants, short tenure belies
Unbiased newness unpicks societal manufacture
To passers by, lurking spiritual assets recognisable
Pervading expression classifies their clairvoyance
Such was toddling dandelion darling, Aubergine
Unphased, observant, chillingly serene in nature
Cherubic smirk absorbed traits, antics compiled
Tea coloured irises brewed extracted evidence
Aloof by default, addictive was desire to amuse her
Surfacing sufficient wit to captivate earned pleasure
Complex humour her veracity seeking palate required
Ego's growth ensued causing her copper eyes to flare
Taut uncooked dough forehead bound words in focus
Incidental text in her proximity statue faced savoured
Without parental prompting, pillared wisdom widened
Constant calculation of her purposed component
Memorable eerie moment in Aubergine activity
I surreptitiously witnessed striking behaviour
"Don't tell Mummy, I was once burnt alive in fire."
She confided in her soft toy 'school' semi circle
Watching her calm revelation, mildly humilated
by my unfamiliarity with her zany brain's structure
Her sophistication held me dauntingly hypnotised
Haunted by her thirty month old pre life mystery
Written 18th June
( I just noticed today's date sounds a bit like 'Aubergine')
a word name I thought suited a little tot called Lexi
at a Day Care Centre I worked at a few years ago.
After putting this poem up, I realise
Aubergine sounds like Joan of Arc (Jeanne D'arc)
swapped syllables.
Didn't plan the poem to mention fire.
I had only the concept of outstanding baby girl when sat to write.
Trust is a must,
Or you're left in the dust,
Gusty winds come re arrange,
The change feels strange,
As a range of emotions,
Flow through the ocean,
Of all the people in motion,
Trust is the magic potion,
Devotion by default,
Truth secured in the vault,
The fault behind my mind,
This was designed by the Divine,
Mine to define and refine,
Finding my way through,
Trusting what I feel to do,
Love every moment too,
Life can really teach you,
Change how you view things,
Bringing a sense of wonder,
Standing under starry skies,
The surprise,
It's all coming from my eyes,
Realizing I can trust my brain,
I retrain the whole system,
Maintaining a way between them,
Empowering every aspect I see,
There in me for a reason,
All will come in its season,
Trust all that your seeing,
And release what isn't agreeing.
I received soup mail from a trusted poet friend
asking if he'd written something that did offend
Of course, he never could
And then I understood
But return mail to him? I was not allowed to send
That's the frustrating message I got when I clicked
Yeah, that was very upsetting. Yeah, I was ticked!
Yet another PS glitch
Isn't that (can't type the rhyme) ;)
I didn't try because I'm sure I'd have gotten kicked (off)
The only viable solution that came to mind
Is one that many of us has heretofore defined
Admin, can you flip a switch
So, mail sends without a hitch?
Please fix this problem, if you would be so kind???
I had to ask another friend to message him for me
He was happy to help, but said, "This should not be."
That's true and it's a drag
to nag 'bout the mailbag
But blocking a poet through a glitch is crappy.
Others dealt with this. Does it happen by default?
It's not my doing, and surely not my friend's fault
We're both really annoyed
We might need Siggy Freud
It's time that these vexing glitches come to a halt
Certain countries in our world have adopted
certain practices for development...
This in recent years...
However, some of these practices exist by default...
But the truth is that most still remain in certain areas...
Here some:
Correspondence courses and tele classes
How get paid fat bills without gaining weight...
How to raise "paper chicken" and
"Cardboard" meat.
Turtle plastic nutrition...
ALSO SELF-HELP BOOKS:
Oratory to convince proselytes,
Machiavellianism course for teenagers
Cretinism course for all tastes,
Scam for all occasions...
There were other important undergraduate courses such as:
EXPLICIT ,SCOUNDREL COURSE FINANCIAL CAMOUFLAGE AND
ECONOMIC MIRACLEIRISM...
TRAINING COURSE fpr ZUMBI.
SUPERIOR PROSELITICISM AND
POLITICAL VAMPIRISM...
Nothing hurts more
than the blunted arrow
the grazing punch,
the half-slur.
Insinuation
from a sibilant slander
whispered to a sleeping cat
haunts many ears.
She was a woman dammed to be
a love for me. My curse
was to desire her.
We were a cage-fight for passions
yet in the end
no one was hailed a winner,
we limped away
damaged by near misses.
Nothing stings
as much as a sharp pen
made to snap and scratch
upon a blank page.
People will read,
peer between lines
that are not there.
Swear they knew all a long
we were flailing beneath
a hurricane that had no eye
and a storm that had no teeth.
You have no concept of shame
You apologize for fun
Because that is what is expected to be done
Embarrassed you are not
You leave a message after the dot
Shaking at the start of every other day
It's not what you say
Its just the beginning of another day
Is not you is the excuse set on default
What's the point
But I am starting to question
My own sobriety and mental state
I think it's going to be me rather than you
First to fall
Because I am living this for us both
And I am struggling to cope
But you can't see what this is doing to me
Because to you this is normal
But it is only me stuck in the present
What am I to do
Its my cross to bear
You are to out of it to care
Its not fair
But I am your surviving heir
Next of kin on the contact form
To an Addict born
But the future is torn
Between what is best
Not for you
But for me
And I can't see the glass for the bottles
Or an end to ways
Or better days
Without urine on the stair's
And wake smoke drink pass out
On the living room couch
And you spitting into a glass
But this is today
Same as yesterday
And tomorrow
Hell of a way to live
But nothing gives
In the house where the bottle lives
Me 2
Me 2
Naturally regenerative
living systems,
like Earth
optimize global ecological opportunities
as co-redemptive economies
of loving solidarity relationships
expressing mutual not-negative subsidiarity,
within a web of interdependent Win-Win default networks.
If we are born passionate investments
of past yang/yin regenerations
redeeming economic risks
weighed as ecological opportunity
for pleasuring pleasant peace
with active love for all species,
all nature,
all Earth,
all Universal Intelligence,
then are we also,
at least potentially,
an interdependent species
of co-redeeming economists
thinking and acting and relating and feeling
sensing and feeling and smelling and tasting
touching and respecting and appreciating ecologically balanced reasons,
seasons of time and pattern and rhythm?
Where fasting advents precede
and roundly follow
cornucopic polycultural seasons for all cells
and organelles.
We find and sustain co-therapeutic relationship balance
half way between Yang-ego's deductive-reductive immunity boundaries
and Yin-eco's intuitive receptive co-operativity,
co-redemptivity,
correlation-ability,
mutual empathic gratitude
polypathic trans-actional multisystemic relationships.
If co-redeemers are messiahs
then we are also mutual bodhisattvas
as we intend cooperative Win-Win eco-normative salvation
and eco-logically therapeutic outcomes.
Perhaps mutual messiahs find it simpler to wrestle with,
rather than against death's pain and suffering,
to figure out what to divest of
by reconnecting within each moment's present opportunity
to what and whom and when and where and why we invest integratively
with each Other's health and well-being,
co-redemptive economically rational, yet passionate, logic,
as well as Right-brain's intuitive temperate sense of balance,
proportion,
enthymematic syntax
permaculturing rooted rhythms
of mindful songs
and global dance.
Ego's Logos as co-determinate partner
with Eco's Right-brain Mythos
co-redemptive political design
re-creating economic developmental revolutions.
Life is a cycle of joys and sorrows
Ups and downs come and go, sometimes high, sometimes low
Use your todays, don't think of tomorrows
Failure is the stepping stone to success
A win requires hard work, something we cannot shirk
Challenges are needed to make progress
A leopard cannot change his dotted spots
Can't straighten a dog's tail, try it, you're bound to fail
The speed of a ship is measured in knots
There is no taste in the white of an egg
Can't get taste without salt, for pickles it's default
Love and trust must be earned, you cannot beg
No one can number the stars in the sky
The sand can't be counted, the rain not accounted
Lightning can't be controlled by human eye
No man can stop the bottles of heaven
Clouds you can't number, or change winter to summer
Can't give food to the young ones of raven
God has deprived the ostrich of wisdom
Her eggs she does not guard, her heart does become hard
She's cruel, but that's her innate system
The eagle mounts up, makes her nest on high
The horse is not afraid, with thunder he's arrayed
All these facts are obvious, can't deny
05.18.2021
10.12.10 syllables
For Brother Jacob's "Just stating the obvious" contest