Long Diffidence Poems
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Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!
SMOKE BLOWN
By: Ryechine Money
Rewritten by: Poetic- Life
July 12, 2021
Her watery word were larded with lies, The cold and calculated diffidence in her persona was to fool only fools, but never the wise, we’ve been down the well – trodden road many times before enough times to know when,
Smoke is being blown ….
The things at first glance seem alluring can often be quite dreadful upon closer examinatim … Though she may be unduly revered by the unseeing and the unknowing,
She has become abominated by those who have already felt the ice-cold tactility of lies suffocating embrace,
One sight glance upon her uncaring opaque eyes would be a definite result in one’s untimely demise, high and mightily she site civilized piece of society with a subtle hint of unhinged brutality, More’s the pity for those who do not obey, I’d say they’d be lucky to be thrown into a prison, Never again to see another sunshine day, Dishonest, Dishonorable, Despicable, Manipulative, Cruel, and Unindicative…
Conniving, Condescending and carnivorous is she what is her name you ask? Well surely my friend you’ve heard of her before… her name is … this portion is one of my Rayo’s
By: Ryechine Money Rewritten
Rewritten by: Poetic- Life
July 12, 2021
I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.
This is the THIRD AND FINAL PART of the poem - translated from Rabindranath Tagore's "NISKRITI".
Leaving all embarrassment and diffidence,
the daughter spoke without hesitation,
to the father,
"We hear you are going to get married.
We, all your children and grandsons and granddaughters -
you are going to humiliate all of us?
You are going to forget our mother?
You are so heartless? "
Father smiled a dry smile, and said
"Everybody knows I am hard!
It is very difficult for me to get re-married,
But household duties
remain incomplete without a wife -
All scriptures - from Monu to Mahabharat will support that.
The path of religion is not easy.
It's not only shedding tears from our hearts,
The person who is afraid of accepting sorrow, and causing sorrow,
Why does that coward come to the earth? "
The bride's paternal home is in Bakhargunj,
The groom went there,
a few days before the wedding.
At last when came back with a wife
to his own home,
Manjulika wasn't there.
Learned from reading a letter
Pulin married her,
and they left for Farakkabad,
decided to settle there.
Father was furious,
And cursed them again and again.
Translated By: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Please look for my other translations from Tagore - they are all posted on my page, the links are attached to my biography.
As I write my brain whispers
wicked words of doubt
soft as a newborn’s sleepy sigh
the babbling of a bubbling brook
before it suddenly begins to shout
screeching like the ear piercing
feedback from stereo speakers
shrieking shrilly as a hot teapot
booming low as a bass drum
beating in a repetitive rhythm
while horned demons with their
cloven hooves dance madly
amid the cacophony of chaos
chanting a malevolent mantra
of loathing and discontent
wielding daggers of diffidence
they drive deep into my confidence
blood dripping from the blades
the silence of those outside myself
nodding apathetic assent
Choice Suspended
There is no winning
just an upper hand
The scoreboard fluid
as change commands
The odds on fire
to win or lose
With choice suspended
— the moment skewed
**
Flows A River
Why in the world
would you care
And if you did
would it matter
Our differences
vast
And incongruence
shatters
Diametrically
opposed
With a canyon
between us
Where truth
flows a river
Never filled
— by consensus
**
No Quarter
The arrogance of
importance
Plato
staking his claim
As thought
gives no quarter
Where truth
— is proclaimed
**
Death Sentence
Meandering
through life
Our consciousness
bought
A capital
sin
Forgiveness
— is naught
**
Lip Service
I approve the better
but follow the worse
Entitlements hostage
— alone in the hearse
**
The Magic Within
Music has no borders
and no axe to grind
Love has no labels
but seekers must find ...
The magic within
both the sound and the heart
To change what an army
— must yield in their rout
**
Fair Winds
The #1 indicator of good health
— nothing happens
**
Bestowed
When diffidence
takes precedence
over enlightenment and fact
All confidence
in abeyance
every gift is abstract
To believe is
confirmation
of what the spirit will know
Giving credence to a memory
more than gifted
— bestowed
**
The Moment Upon Us
Resetting
your watch
the end coming soon
Ignoring
the ticking
whose bomb will bring doom
The sands
running thinner
the hourglass clear
The moment
upon us
— when doubt turns to fear
**
Nerve Endings
The one thing
I know better
than anything else
Is myself
plain and simple
— viscerally felt
**
Ballast
The more you learn
the less you need
Your burden lifting
— as lessons free
**
Have they ever asked themselves
what's the purpose of this life;
and why we are born of a mother
who leads us to a quiter shore?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
questioning the diffidence of the eartly man!
Have they ever seen showers feed
the blossoms of a peach tree?...
Warm raindrops that Nature offers
to magnify the grandness of flowers!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeing beauty when all ignore surprise!
Have they ever seen the majestic pine trees sway,
almost piercing the wandering clouds of color rose...
drifting towards the lustrous sunset of May;
can a strayed soul obtain redemption with deep-felt remorse?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
contemplating creation with the purest feeling!
Have the ever stopped along the roads
swarmed with mimosa and jasmine and inhale
the fragrance of their tiny flowers,
being totally inhabriated by their smell?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
thrilled by the natural state of the wild!
Have they ever seen those cities made of concrete,
where the errants struggle to breath,
and sunlight is as rare as an uninvited sunset;
there the church bells toll in extreme heat!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeking,but not finding spirituality of any kind!
I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with a terrible fit in his mind
Those piercing eyes, saturated in obsession,
Moving up and down my steady body
He watched as I drew in resolved breaths
Sensing my growing antipathy
Beyond the ease in my tone
He shook with want
He shook with angst
“Your dark thoughts are not hidden in my sight
This you will know by my piercing stare
There is power in words,
Just as there is power in your glare”
“Then breathe with me,” He sung with sting,
“And free all of your wants and cares…
Be the master of your own destiny,
And with your straying light, impair
Me, just as you impair your faith,
Against all but your own breast,
Penetrate
Seize our moments with pursed desire
Dress me in your sweet sung fire
Darling dear, our message is clear
Among this fight we share
Take a sip of my saccharine whip
And consume the inviting dare
Be my temp as I lure you
Deceive me as I floor you
Damask me, shock me, piss on my pride,
I dare your soul to take these reigns and ride”
In my ears he sung,
“Let us be lost together…”
Like a roaring sea trapped in a restricted bowl
Ready to overflow the moment my lips consent
“Hellbent you are,” I sadly sung
“Hellbent, and dragging all the lonely with you,
How strange we have come to these crossroads,
To test our patience with lusts unspent
Hellbent, you are, hellbent!
And yet you would croak to crush all heaven-sent
Give me into your darkness, never see the day
Follow me into the light, and never be the same!
You are my lovely enticement, oh Devil, oh Prince,
Your claws clutch in my knowing heart,
And I thrash in diffidence
Emboldening me, your lure,
The stone in you has fled
Grow in this desire, sweet wings
Your light is yet not dead”
Holding me, I felt his darkness lathering me
My eyes, my nostrils, blurred in his scent
“Your light is yet not dead…” I whispered again
Fainting, eyes struggling to stay awake,
I clasped his shoulder and shook my head
For in his eyes he realized,
That his light was yet not dead
Contagion ceremoniously weaves its harvest into a fabric of un-social inclusion
Haunted by lack of humility and lost serenity it serenades through the masses
In God We Trust but who listened to Nietzsche who proclaimed that she is dead
Lest we believe that a deity or other exists and really knows what she's doing
Divinity does not adhere to the faith that we are immune to such a great reaper
Revelations come at a price and blood money changes gloves and sterile hands
Engulfed in statistics and mortality rates we watch breathlessly old news in pain
No human creature is more equal than others when pandemonium is pandemic
Opulence luxury and money do not protect us from the insidious bastard bug
Foreshadow a lesson in morality diffidence acceptance and washing our hands
Alamo meets the apocalypse in cryptic proportions of ignorance and surrender
Loo rolls pasta hand soap have vanished from shelves as have bread and wine
Endangered species need to make offerings with the latter and worship at home
Surreptitious veneration of non-believers stakes false claims at burgeoning altars
Superficially cleansed with an insane amount of fake oaths in hypocritical pride
End stage scenarios roam beliefs narratives and reason beyond any much doubt
Reinvent biblical prophesies as devotes of virgin birth bow to rigor mortis instead
Grotesque gargoyles utter a cynical message on shrines mausoleums and crosses
Ogres whirl a ballet of youthful joy while funeral processions have come to a halt
Deliriously they applaud the harvest and struggle to keep up with all those in line
30th March 2020
Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence.
Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.
Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.
Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence…
My life owns against selfish diffidence.
*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.