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Most humans realize that the animal kingdom, unlike us, proceeds, reacts, and responds instinctively. It's as if there's a built-in preprogrammed computer device that controls their activities. Also, perhaps unlike us, they are more appreciative toward their creator and respond to him differently than do we. They have a better understanding of the divinity of dependency and the grace of gratitude. We would do well to learn from them.
A lone baby sparrow sat dangerously in the parking lot of a business facility. His parents had left him there for reasons I shall never know, but I suspect it was not their choice because I have observed that the bird family really stick together. Surely you too have been mystified by their beautiful aerial formations.
I was fortunate enough to see the little birdie in time to avoid making him 'one with the pavement'. Moreover, when I think about it, I suspect there was more to it than that.
Instinctively, I believe that little birdie was praying to God for someone like myself to come along and rescue him. He was completely helpless, homeless, and hungry. After parking and rushing from my car, I picked up my new found friend not knowing what to do with him. By then, we both were praying in our hearts.
I looked all around as if I would somehow spot his little family, but it wasn't to be. I had neither food nor water, but I gave him what I think he needed most. His prayer was not for a 'Hand out' but a 'Hand up'. So I gave him a lift. As Forest Gump would say, "And just like that", I flung my little friend to the opened sky, and O how exciting it was to see him flap his wings and fly away.
06242018PoetrySoupContest, Abandon 2, Brinda Chiri, 2P
if there be
subject and object
in our active cognition
implying separation
as in a distance
needing to be bridged
through exchange of emotions
for feel good factor
it is then a trade
and not love
likewise
reciprocation apart
expecting recognition
signals a dependency
in absence of which
so called love
disappears
we can give
only what we have
thus we begin with self love
only if we love ourself
can we love others
at all times
instantly
love is unthinking
embrace without thought
a fusion of hearts
love in love with love
just for love alone
seeking no echo
to its outpouring
eternal
love is
a union
singularity
one without second
transcending space time
as the bliss essence
in fullness
samadhi
22-January-2021
Another Form of Slavery
A liberal perception of being free
Is creating a complete dependency
Population refuses to see
IAnother form of slavery
A sense of purpose, educate
Self respect will liberate
The walls come down, integrate
Erasing all the racism and hate
Government and the powers that be
Do not want equality
Thriving on class animosity
Another form of slavery
The media helps fuel the fire
No leadership that will inspire
Why not the peasants do inquire
Reporter just a gun for hire
No future that we can foresee
Criminal complicity
Dependency doesn’t set you free
Another form of slavery
Socialism never freed a nation
Only destruction of liberation
Worship government an obligation
Mentally incarceration
Now removed all liberty
No personal responsibility
Government dependency
Another form of slavery
When only a few are left employed
And the Constitution is destroyed
All incentive is null and void
Liberals will be overjoyed
Pride and purpose seek anonymity
Survival skills a memory
Life itself disability
Another form of slavery.
Early morning my husband's mobile stopped working
There was an important official meeting
Without mobile he couldn't attend that
Furthermore all contacts were in it
How to inform office?
Being in a very senior position he was really tensed
His BP shot up, I got worried
If his BP shoots up beyond limits I will have to take him to hospital
Mind went back to past when he was in ICU for high BP
Doctor had told high BP can be dangerous to life
Further if he is admitted, he might get corona....
I remembered how my father had passed away
I had given him snacks in evening,
He had dinner.
After some time he complained of chest congestion
I saw his nails were blue.
Asked my brother to rush him to hospital
He walked out with my brother
Few hours later my brother came back alone
He burst out in tears, appa(father) is no more
I got the greatest shock of my life
After my mother passed away,he was everything for me
My mother died of cancer when I was 10
My mother-in-law had dinner and milk.
She had fever, so I told her "Wake me up for morning coffee. Don't think you are bothering me"
She had her coffee around 4:30 while I usually woke up after 5:30.
She flashed one of her most beautiful smile and replied "I will not have it"
Morning I went to her room to ask her for coffee
She was lying on floor dead
Another sudden death!
Life is so fragile anything can happen any moment...
My husband's face was tensed
His mobile had lot of important information.
He was thinking how he will manage if he looses mobile data
I was really worried
I prayed to God from the bottom of my heart
Just then my husband told he managed to get contact no of an office colleague
I could sense feeling of relief in his face
By night his mobile was repaired and working without data loss.
We all heaved a sigh of relief.
Problem was resolved but I was left wondering
So much dependency on mobile, is this right way of living?
Date: 11/2/2020
Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul,
But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro,
To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control,
Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know,
Although - know; you ought to, and know you must, if we're to avoid their evil demonic end goal, by economic slavery boom and bust,
Why have the masses flocked to what is essentially an obvious Lie..
The hitherto well understood well known treachery of bribery and trickery..to the ill-informed common eye?
Real answers lie within the Agendas of those,
With high unseen well hidden authority of tyranny.. now beginning to be exposed,
The blame so far as we can see for this all pervasive idiocy,
Fits squarely into Ancient Babylonian Occult vile Crypto Supremacy,
An unmentionable taboo for Society, though cleverly socially arranged,
Covertly hostile toward Humanity and our creative force..
By a certain inferiority complexed minority so deranged..
Ah yes - but of course!
A true Dictatorship and Tyranny
can and always will insist..
Upon those that have become uber-Liberal all accepting pacifists..
Those yet behind an otherwise obvious - facade of devious fallacy, don't want you to learn the reasons for the lie,
The mondane so often belies what is hidden within our words; within a sound,
The truth disguised as anything unprofound,
Explanation enough as to the premise of why..
The countless masses are now clearly and sadly being systematically psychologically, reduced to a pitiful state of abhorrent dependency,
We would certainly have to mention and be sure to say,
Please wake up a friend a colleague or a family member now, or at least today,
It is therefore clear that;
an in-depth searching root cause analysis, apparently can be,
Brought about and shared through some insightful poetry..
The written and the spoken word,
Do justice to those that cannot nor would never ever be heard,
So we might then listen in careful piety,
Or do not then be surprised to now find, that there are..
So Many Seduced by Rhythmic Pendulum of Trauma & Absurd Normalcy..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
28th February 2023
The way I never wrote before
How can I write of love
In a dying world
Whose dying victims themselves
Are far deprived of life
Before they could ever live
Is a same to the leaders
If there best is all we are now
How could we still live in same ways
Despite we pray for a batter days
All this long past times
Yet we must wait
Cos our request always is
A quest of no change
The world is dying in intoxication
Even our minds are not excluded
Are we meant to die this way
Why was I born
The way I never wrote before
I was asked to be patience
And never cry
It looks like am strange
To see how deceit is the author
Of our existing existence
Yet our reality keeps bleeding
How can we continue living in lie
Why must all we need be always
Aline with fighting
The profit of the wicked
Is the crys of the poor
The destructive ideology
From the top is the devaluation
Of the life's of the commoners
Whose dependency is from
The same direction that destroys
His or her livelyhood
The way I never wrote before
From an innocent mind
To a heart of a lion
The man with a heart of God
Surely will never be defeated
Cos he is from the origin
From the source that cleans up
The mess of a devilish agenda
He is different in speaking
His opinions attract humanity
And his actions courses him
A physical attack
They don't like when you don't follow
You must be part of the sheep
So for their power to be the only
Rule to up hold if not death
Will knock on our doors
Do we still want to keep sleeping
In the diversity of shames or
Are we willing to be the humans
We are meant to be
The way I never wrote before
Don't forget the power in you
Remember you got powers too
You can change your mind
You can change a dying world
If you soul will
You don't deserve less
You are part of the universe
So bleed but live
Speak cos you will die too
You don't have to be liked
Just to die in shame
Do all you can to save your love
Cos the redemption of mankind
Is not in the hands of greedy ones
Good sense suppose of all things equally shared,
everyone’s abundance of thoughts much cared.
Those who are most difficult to satisfy,
larger measure of doubt in mental sky.
Sense of reason by diversity and consequence,
some endowed with larger shares and righteous reference.
The well conducted mind by natural equality applied,
likewise to the glories aberration taken as guide.
Wishing of equality in purity of thoughts,
to clearness and distinctness that open mental knots.
Giving fullness to wisdom memories and conduction,
reared beliefs on ethical foundations infirm seduction.
Enfoldment in time for specific growth as certitude,
dualities of soul through dependencies viewed.
Composition and evidence of dependency,
unequal desires and its moral handicap to see.
Dependence of reason instead of revelation,
creating authority issues of great sensation.
The wise being conscious of duality in soul,
working order of eternal certainty as whole.
It would seem, that, humans,
Too sensitive to deal with the harshness of life
Prefer to fly on clouds, even if temporarily
To make themselves believe
That existing can be made of goodness!
Opiates, making of them zombies,
Accrue! And selling lords, depending on these
Turn into millionaires, selfishly patting their stomachs
After each meal they pay themselves with the dependency of
These frail souls!
Why, would it be too much to see humans self-imbibed with faith
Regardless of however such may be presented, but,
Having as sole aim, the drive and the power
Which would allow them to live their ascribed due
While keeping a mental check that everything about life
Is temporary; from pleasures to pain;
From satisfactions to miseries
From smiles to bloody tears!
Why, would those same opiate yearning suffering souls
Not have opened their wings
And spread the warmth of their soul
Across lands and seas?
Pray, Earth is a mere prison, and we, humans
Have broadened limits
Though we do have the capacities to cross borders
In the very end, we find roots grown from our feet
And fastening us to Earth’s soils
Till the winds of the unknown
Blow out our candles and take our consciousness
Gliding across realms we are yet to discover!
Being a prison, existing here is bound to be harsh
And the power that thrust us here
Shall be merciless and cruel
While expecting us to kneel in front of it
Seeking repentance and redemption!
Escaping the reality, through temporary and addictive rides
On false and colorful clouds
Will have us ending nowhere except going in circles
In an unexplained world, revolving upon itself
And binding us to the reactions of our actions!
Opiating reality, submerging psychotic abuse
Alarming concern, immersing and suffocating us
In a sea of revulsion, in which either we drown
In its waters and turn into its foams
Or, we reach the shores guided by our intrinsic
Belief in the blinking lights of our perception of a lighthouse!
There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and not discovered.
She sat there quietly in a sales lot of an auto dealership. The only conclusion
I could draw was that she was waiting there, just for me.
I wasn’t sure that I could afford her, but I could not resist her beauty. I was happy to be fortunate enough to make her mine. So I started her wheels to rolling in the winter of 1974. That was when I bought my first car, a 1973 Maverick on that cold winter’s day.
Years later I would consider the matter, but at the time, little did I or the Maverick realize that her model in many respects represented the very essence of me. Not given to conformity or dependency, we had something in common.
She was a six cylinder and gold colored with a black vinyl top.
From Chicago to Wisconsin, she never despaired.
Through the icy and snowy trenches, I saw no flinches.
From Northern Mississippi to Central Florida,
not once did she complain, frown, or sigh.
Through the sun bleached moisture ascending through
The Gulf of Mexico, she never resisted or said no.
Nonconforming and unconventional, she shouldered a free spirit.
Unshackled by tradition, she cruised through the winds of freedom.
In the fall of 1978 with a cross on her antenna and a sticker on her bumper,
she took our young family 2000 miles to San Francisco without a hitch.
By then, my gold Maverick had served us well.
Her many miles were beginning to show and tell.
An inflated economy and high gas prices forced her to be benched.
We sold her to a dear friend in 1979, and I have missed her since.
12122016PSContest, Late August Standard, Brian Strand
An Aria Beyond A Silent Dream
Just yesterday, I was dreaming some love I’ll never have
And now I’m sitting all alone, smoking… this night
Some soul within that never was mine, seems to have left
Like falling stars crying so, fading upon its dying light
It was just like a dream, a dream which began it all
A fantasy I so thought, a reality now fought
The enigmatic world of The Ancients is the world I saw
Some place where life is only to belong to the rot
I was petrified from the sights of the ungodly world
And I fear even more shall come eventually my sleep
Betrayal portrays the poison mind from the green of an emerald
And I wonder if strength can still be drawn from hearts of the weak
Its been a while since, had the befallen and the defier appear
I’m lost and very much alone atween a portal through stolen time
Though the bond of a steel may assure the undead minions to fear
Yet dependency is a weakness without the drop of faith close behind
Be it so if I should sleep in reality, I’m awaken otherwise within
And upon awakening elsewhere, it isn’t simply a hallucinatory fantasy
And as once more, I walk the path beyond ancient’s dream
I saw a world lost upon where I stand alone, in complete solitary
{With the reality world shut away, despairing never fails to end
The darken haze aloof the skies were evidence of time bearing no when
Bodies in impossible millions lay lifeless as far as the eye can see
With the essence of blood weighing upon the breath of air so free
From where I stood, the battle before seems wearily over and forgotten
With my sword at hand, I was left mortified with delusions of the tragic moment
How is it, a glitter of hope can present itself from this nightmarish hell?
Yet I knew, extraordinary from ordinary isn’t just some words to praytell
I scan the bloodshed more intensely, knowing not what I may assume to find?
And I’m not alone… as something else was heard from behind
There was a voice, voicing sadness and sorrow in solemn aria
Singing perhaps to the heavens, yearning so to be heard from afar
I trail towards the tune and saw a figure standing atop a shadowy stone
Cloaked in an armour that at once suggested swiftness, as well a necklace of bones
And seen in her hand… she held a crypted bow
Where strap over her shoulder, was as well a quiver of arrows