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Wind
is the breath of God,
softly, gently reaching out
kissing the forehead of man.
There are times
when it rages angrily
disappointed and giving us warning
to be careful with what we do.
Some times it embraces us with thunder
lightning and torrential rains
or with sleet and ice and snow
in disapproval and disappointment.
Then comes the calm
the warm embracing moments
of a Creator's love and care
that soothes the heart and raises the spirit.
Wind rises slowly, effortlessly
with the breath of sky and trees
floating tenderly across the horizon
revealing the radiance of the Sun, the Son.
Each breeze speaks to us
begs for listening, hearing and understanding,
it is we who chose to hear, listen, embrace
the wind, the breath and voice of God.
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
Given the once over by the Sister,
The church goer and the tower,
Of Christian family morality and life,
Of character for faith and social power.
Understanding fundamentalism well,
And having grieved myself thoroughly,
I took the three sessions that were offered,
Albeit waveringly, hesitantly.
So I glided through the conversation,
Understood the Sister’s fears,
That me and James were an item,
That he did have carer gears.
So I said that we were close (once),
And that he fed me often at tea,
And every Saturday lunch time,
He was my carer affectionately.
But I had to validate myself,
By disclosing that my dad attended,
To me sometimes for some things,
In the evenings normally when he was handed.
But she scowled and brushed with her hand her face,
Expecting me not to note her query,
About my mother as my sole carer,
Because of religious assumptions dreary.
But I assured her that I got male care too,
And worried about the consequences,
Because I then concluded she’d been told,
That only my mother did the care exercises.
I found my mother pretentious,
In the question of care domination, control,
She wanted to exemplify Christian purity,
And fulfil her Christian wife role.
But at the end of the three hours,
After the three counselling sessions for bereavement,
The Sister thought I’d by ok in the future,
And that of my life there would be no temporary adjournment.
But when you lie, things just don’t work out,
So I exploded three weeks later,
At Charlie about her psychological model,
Said that I was gone, a gater.
So he talked to me about James,
And to him I managed to say I was ok,
Because I had grieved and then gone on from that,
Knowing that the weeks would bring a better day.
He told me to talk to him in the future,
For bereavement counselling,
But I felt the Sister’s disapproval,
Upon my back when leaving.
That was fine, to reject the church decisively,
To illuminate their lack of perception,
About life’s real issues: death, effort and love,
So I was happy to be from then to her a complication.
Don’t look down on the unfortunate my friend
Because first of all
That is not cool
Second God will teach you a lesson
That you may never forget
God has set everyone equal on every level
Whether you are poor or rich
Happy of non happy
Pretty looking or not pretty looking
Everyone is the same in the level of playing field
Not think you have an upper hand
Lest you are the one who gets the short stick
God does not make you who you are
For you to look upon another person disdainly
In a way that would bring disapproval from the Maker’s eyes
So take care and take heed
Let you shine in the right place
At the right time
And share
Won’t you?
Trisha rubbed her eyes in disbelief...
"Was that real?"
"Isn't that Aarav?"... "And who is that girl seen with him..?"
She peeked carefully from behind the tall dense bamboo trees in the park. The bamboo trees swayed gently in the soft breeze in the early winter evening.
Trisha peeped again to take a second glance and was terrified at the scene she saw....from behind..
"Oh my gosh!... am sure it is him... Aarav... and they are so intimate.. "
At the park bench, Aarav was seen sitting close to a girl...they were sitting with arms around each other and were seen totally smitten with each other...
Trisha swallowed a lump in her throat as her little sister's sweet innocent face popped up in her mind now..
"Oh... Charu is so naive and gullible to believe Aarav so blindly... a fool for love... "
Those disturbing verbal exchanges that she had with her sister last week flashed across her mind
"If.... you all don't let me marry Aarav... I... I... I'll commit suicide... "
Charu's words in her extreme anguish over the disapproval of her relationship with Aarav by the family echoed in her mind...
And she knew Charu meant what she said!
She also knew Charu was so madly in love with Aarav
The golden orb of the sun was now silently descending...
So many questions cropped up in Trisha's mind as she walked back from the park through the gloomy pathway towards home on that late winter evening
What shall I do now?"
"Should I talk to Charu first... or Aarav?"
"Or should I first let parents know all these..?"
The stilly night accompanied her as she was nearing home even as her mind was deeply disturbed and disquieted..
"What will I do now..?"
Date: 09/29/2021
"Q" Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
He came to live with us at the age of 9 weeks in 2003 March
Besides absolute cuteness and pure innocence,
He also brought immeasurable joy along
His silky smooth velvety fur was jet black
His big brown beautiful eyes twinkled with warmth
He had quite big front paws although he was small
With a curious look, he would check out the whole house and the backyard
Slowly, chewing on shoes and coffee table became his preferred time pass
Soon, running around holding pillows and remote controls in his mouth got added to that
When left alone, he showed his disapproval with loud barks
Always made sure that he was included in the clan
He loved swimming, running and going on long walks
And enjoyed gobbling up food of all sorts
He exhibited his alpha leadership by choosing the route of the daily walk
Demonstrated great manners and tolerance around other dogs
He took time to sniff bushes and sidewalks
As if reading a newspaper with minute details to understand all facts
He would get very excited to go on rides in the cars
And loved sitting in the kids’ beds to nap and relax
With his intelligent look and confident and composed demeanor he earned respect from all
Taught us honesty, forgiveness, wisdom and life skills through his behavior without talking at all
For every member of the family he became their life’s significant part
By being a calm, patient, easygoing, loyal friend to lean on
He greeted guests holding a stuffed toy in his mouth when the doorbell rang
And made all the visited friends and relatives become his big fan
His sheer presence reflected feeling of security and serene calm
Around children he was an adorable, gentle, sweet, compliant fur ball
He kept us entertained for 15 years by being our faithful, affectionate sweetheart
Leaving back precious memories, became one with the universal soul in 2018 March
We are going to talk about Laughter In the Lord.
Someone said: “It takes more muscles to frown than take to laugh.” It also says that some kids smile over 400 smiles per day comparing to adults only about 20 smiles per day.
God is not frowning against us today because of Jesus who paid the price to bring us back to God through His death and resurrection from the cross, to the grave and from the grave. He rose again and now at the right-hand side of God Almighty. He made peace with God for us with His Holy Blood which He took personally and placed in the Holy of Holies. Now I believe God is pleased with us through Christ Jesus. Yes, there are many evil things still happening, but we who are in Christ Jesus have overcome the world. We have peace with God and He Joyfully Laughs. So let us laugh in the Lord through Christ Jesus.
The smile (or laughter) -- transmitted either consciously or subconsciously -- is viewed across cultures as a sign of friendliness, especially when greeting someone. Frowns, too, are generally recognized as indicating sadness or disapproval.
When you don’t feel like smiling, smile anyway until it becomes real and you through Christ Jesus we will get through whatever trouble we face in this life we live in.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight.
It clicks like disapproval down the stairs,
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
At seventeen, I ran until too late—
now cartilage remembers every dare.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight.
The doctor called it mild, then moderate,
prescribed his pills and physical repair,
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
I miss the thoughtless body, its clean slate,
the kneeling, leaping, dancing unaware.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight.
Some mornings it predicts the weather’s state,
a creaking oracle that I can’t spare—
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
I’ll walk again, they say, but hesitate
means something now, and trust is what wears bare.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight,
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
The words echo, walls have ears
Echoes around the centuries not absurd.
My Pisces ways have me believing
From childhood to where I am today.
Days when food was in short supply
Mother became a magician preparing meals.
The kitchen table was quieter than normal
I was often banned to my bedroom
Appreciate what you have, met with quiet disapproval.
My bedroom was my kingdom, full of imaginary friends.
Noise of conversation, brought my parents to the scene
Fathers head appeared through a half open door
Looked, and left me to my own World.
Mother checked, giving me the look
She held out her arms inviting comfort,
Be careful of words and how they are spoken
These walls are listening.
My invisible friends all nodded in agreement,
My punishment room was full of treasure
Friends came and went, the door frequently opened.
Now later in life I ponder these times
I feel I have deserted them these friends of mine.
On occasions when waking from dreams
Laughter is slowly fading, but I can hear
I utter some words, then hear a closing door.
To those naysayers telling you
"You're bound to fail,"
Respond with "Watch me!"
Use their words of doom
As fuel for inspiration
To aim higher for the stars.
Each time they employ tactics
To dismantle your
Painstakingly constructed dreams.
Each time they sound
The death knell against you,
Simply keep on walking toward
The practical goals
you've set for yourself,
Step by step
Keep laying
the foundation of your dreams
Brick by brick
For your detractors
Have given you the blueprint
To build much bigger dreams.
Each time they attempt
To extinguish the burning flame
Within you
With words of disapproval,
Use them
As fuel for inspiration
To prove them wrong.
Unbeknownst to them, they feed
Your dogged determination
Like kindlings to a bonfire.
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 1/4/2023