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Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox,
How terrible to work your heavy yoke,
All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!”
She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks.
But Ox plowed onwards. Hearing Heifer’s knocks,
And paying no heed to her pitiful smoke,
He laboured, knowing well the dreadful joke
Which soon was to repay her mindless mocks.
And just then came a large procession near,
Garbed in diadems and resplendent frills;
“O‘ Heifer, if only you’d known your lot,
You’d have held your tongue and lived life in fear!“
The priests, dragging Heifer to the high hills,
Offered her to gods whose favors they sought.
(Inspired by Aesop's "The Heifer and the Ox".)
A breathe of life is in all.
Billions of filthy containers,
Nothing good is expected from them.
They are full of something,q
We've both got to check the profitability needed to replace the trash in them.
I'm afraid and need a motivation to keep the breathe alive,
Don't wish iniquity keeps dominating.
Not to allow self-deception to qualify somebody wrongly.
Today seems to make some of us low class members,
And some of us high class mates.
Situating both the poor and rich under equal sunshine,
Tells of defined indifferences,
We all receives Jehovah's rain.
Truth be told,no soul is called perfect in appearance,
Maybe we still got to grow?
Throwing jabs in suspense.
Wishing to be known?
Pls then we kindly should stay awake and take some pills.
A powerful dose to cure the fake personality role being played,
Or life deserve to be lived by futile deals?
There's a strong pain felt by ridiculed souls placed on trade.
But the skillful men will forever keep their stands before the seats of the great men in diadems.
Remember perfectly because the Greatest Supremo want us to keep this as part of his powerful anthems.
So who did choose to ignore money?
Please tell me there's no one you've ever known and would know.
Yes,others choose to dig for knowledge.
Then the system of things prove that we chase currencies or search for hidden ideas.
Ignoring to picture the result of a wicked man's target setting is a first mark to his downfall which always urge the discreet man to fear the true GOD who is in the highest place.
The warning is still coming from afar,
Yet many ears sleeps in a buried world.
Just because poor happiness is taken as a major fame.
Such a wrong identification?
Good bye dear friend,
Good bye my fellow keeper,
Until we meet to commune with the one who through him we exist in this lonely place.
That's where we would inevitably receive the reward we individually deserve.
So until then,please let's fare well.
Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.
The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply.
Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like rollicking days of summer;
When plum sun, waltzed with stars of glitter, often going undercover.
Stella, at times, threw coins in their well, to wish for a special friend,
Besides the birds and blooms of beauty, and rolling hills of never end.
As faint rays forgive after furious storm, distant family came, finally;
In fancy days of dinnerplate dahlias, of gold, pink, or maroon vitality.
Stella lived in the house of empty rooms, that recollected sunny joys;
There the nostalgic past, argued with hopeful future, making no noise.
A purple path close to their front door, seemed painted with petunias;
In amethyst days of evening sparkle, and sunrises, the hue of peaches.
Numerous nightingales sang at hiigh noon, when new neighbors called;
In notable, precious moments, not ever forgotten-redolence enthralled!
'String of hearts plants,' trailed love petals, as 'oyster plant,' culled gems.
The rich pink, 'quill blooms,' shot daggers, like vexed queens, in diadems.
'Enchanting hostas' charmed summer moon, as 'elephant ears,' harked;
Then 'rising sun redbud' trees sang, with dawn on gloss petals, marked.
Stella still wandered to the well to wish, some afternoons and evenings,
As some yet gaze at mysterious stars, to uncover astrological meanings.
Stella was reading in her favorite spot, on a day of hot, persimmon sun;
And she looked up and saw a girl her age. A new friendship was begun!
Veronica was the daughter of the farmer in the dell, who was divorced;
And she was now living with him. Stella was invited to dinner, of course.
In time, Stella and her mom got to know, their nearest neighbors, well;
For Stella got her wish, when her mother married the farmer in the dell.
'The farmer in the dell.
The farmer in the dell.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer in the dell.
The farmer takes a wife.
The farmer takes a wife.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer takes a wife.
The wife takes a child.
The wife takes a child.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The wife takes a child.'
Ha! Please take down
The eyesore
You've mounted atop your head.
You wonder why
It feels much too heavy.
Here's the unvarnished truth.
Because, well, because
One cannot be
A fool
And a king
Simultaneously
Your counterfeit diadems
Hold no weight, or value.
They wouldn't shine beneath
A plethora of suns.
Spare yourself
The world's ridicule.
To rule an empire
Unchallenged,
To someday sit
On a throne, wearing
The real McCoy
To travel so much as
Halfway
The long glory road
To acquire the royal appellation
And prestige you covet,
For starters, deep-six
Your distended ego
And delusions of grandeur
Date written: 04/24/2022
Across the sunbaked plains, a hush descends so deep,
A million eyes turn skyward, secrets the heavens keep.
The moon, a silent dancer, steals the sun's golden rays,
And day surrenders softly, to a cosmic ballet.
No human hand conducts, yet a symphony takes flight,
A chorus of clicks and whispers, bathed in the fading light.
Citizen scientists rise, with smartphones held on high,
Capturing the corona's dance, a fleeting glimpse of the sky.
Crowdsourced data streams, a symphony of dreams,
Unraveling solar secrets, in the corona's diadems.
Prominences unfurl, like flames in silent prayer,
A scientific canvas, painted on darkened air.
Millions become one, a web of minds entwined,
United by the wonder, in a knowledge we can find.
From classrooms to rooftops, a shared and curious quest,
Demystifying the heavens is a collective, human test.
Drones, like fireflies, paint the twilight scene,
A mesmerising ballet, where science and art convene.
Light dances and twirls, a digital display,
Mimicking the eclipse, in a technological ballet.
Stories take flight, on social media's wings,
A tapestry woven tight, of the wonder that eclipse brings.
A child's first awe, a scientist's delight,
Shared in an instant, bathed in celestial light.
The sun, a phoenix reborn, reclaims its fiery throne,
But the echo of discovery, forever will be known.
The Great North American Eclipse, a citizen science spree,
A symphony of knowledge, for all the world to see.
Into The Fire I Go to wield Jewels Out The Winepress
from Drudges to Diadems,
from Valleys of Darkness to Bethlehem
Upright, Scintillating like Shem in Jerusalem
Into Ethers of Brahma where the Sun Shines
Sublime, these Crowns and Feathers of Light
Blazing Dross out the Matrix to forge the Empyrean
and bring Heaven to Earth, to Illuminate like Atlanteans
Ever-Onward, Steadfast in Flight
to Smash the Veil and Crush the Crux of Night,
So Glorious, Star Bound I enter the Ethereal Stage
Vanquishing Ignorance while I play Ukelele
Golden Harps sound off as I Breach realms beyond the Wild Pendulum
Into The Fire I Go, The Eternal Serum
The Kundalini Is Rising, now I'm Flying High on Wings Of Wisdom
Full Power Up On The Chrism,
Ever-Upward in Fully Blazoned Life
Fear No Evil, Fear The Regal Like....
I AM Spirit, I AM Alive
I AM Soul Divinus, One with the Sacred Fire
Deathless by the Knowledge, Breathless by the Flight
Wielding Staffs and Grails of Light,
One and Beyond I AM Eternal
Boundless by The Force, Boundless, Supernal
Slinging Mights Of Courage, Stone Bold like David
Never Jaded, Wielding Long Bows like Hayk Nahapet
Solar Gleamin like a Scion of the Great Spirit
The Vibes Jive On Exquisite,
Legend Born by the Alchemy
Chasing Diadems for the Masterpiece,
Full Ascent Into the Heart Of Israel
The Land Of Milk and Honey and Citadels,
Ever-Luminous, The Sacred is Rising
Ever-Thriving,
Abode the Heavens, The Stars Align
Seven Doors To Paradise
Serenity
Too long my soul,
Separated by
Uninvited city noise
And fleeting seconds -
Robbed of opportunity
To meet in blended rhapsodies
Of pure autumnal hues –
Reassuring arms, gathering us in
Like bright scarlet umber,
Rest like folded hands
When I forget how dearly
You need to harvest calm from frosty nights
On mountainsides of fluttering aspens
Wearing diadems of radiant gold -
Taking in tranquility
From iridescent neon sunsets;
Turning from the sizzling heat of summer’s breathing
Searing innocence with masked skepticism –
By murmuring lakeshores
Resting – rippling – undulating –
Awaiting soft sung cradlesongs of renewal;
You turn your eyes
From the hallucinations dancing in the life of city lights
More enchanted by hypnotic snowstorms
Of falling leaves gathered at your feet
Sipping evening spice
As velvet twilight extends - swaddled into approaching darkness
A smile of peacefulness - an invitation to become one again –
To hint of amber tinted moons
When zephyrs change their cloaks to cloudy vesper winds
When mists ride on their whispers to leave a glittering sheen
On the abundance of harvest’s open hand;
My soul let us renew our vows of unity in placid stillness –
Let us cling! Let us toast! Let us celebrate
With the bubbling wine of ripened, overwhelming fermentation
Our long desired reunion.
8-22-20
Contest: Serenity Emerging
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Unto Zion I go to find my soul
Journeying through Heavenly Abodes,
where the Path is Electric like a Thunder Storm
and True Jerusalem Ascends Forth,
Ever-Upwards where the Sacred Resides
I AM The Sun So High,
past Six Gates Unto Paradise
to perceive with Gods eyes,
where Diadems are Prevalent and Luminous
and Divine Illuminance Scintillates it's Exuberance,
and Kings are Crowned by Wisdom
and Blessed are they by the Chrism,
and there I bear witness to the Higher Power
where Divine Dispensation Reigns, by Light Empowered
where a Trinity of Truth Gleams Supreme
and the Infinite Awe breathes in Sovereignty,
and the Hand Of God is touched by the Eternal Fire
There, I Free Solo Drift past the Bridge Of Quagmires,
and now..... I Walk Into The Valley Of Zion
The moon invites romantic hearts
To ride moonbeams as kissing starts
The heavens sewn in gleaming hems
The stars they shine like precious gems
From galaxies light years away
The stars are there, and there to stay
Adorned like queens in diadems
The stars they shine like precious gems
A star was seen, it brightly shone
A king was born, divine his throne
From there came many faithful stems
The stars they shine like precious gems
Throughout the heavens stars disperse
The muse of poets find a verse
Gleaming words in many poems
The stars they shine like precious gems