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God,
In His infinite wisdom said:*
“Let there be light”
Then
He went on to create this spectacular world
For us to delight!
Man,
In his infinite "stupidity"** retorted:
“ Let there be darkness”
Then
He was set to destroy this marvelous world
With his mind's dim-witted starkness!
Now,
Man has the horrible consequence of his
Abominable crime to face
Which is no other than the obliteration*** of
Self-centered human race!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 APRIL 2014
*Genesis, 1:3
**“Albert Einstein said: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.”
*** On Monday, March 31st 2014, UN’s most sobering report
to date that was the result of a joint effort of 300 scientists
was published. It grew to 2,600 pages and 32 volumes.
The conclusions of the report are disheartening:
“We are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,”
said Chris Field, one of the two principal authors of the report, and Rajendra
Pachauri, chair of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added:
“Nobody on this planet will be untouched by climate change.”
This means no man or animal on the planet, as well as the earth itself, will be
unaffected!
Writers are we and we write for many reasons. Writing to feel, to educate and enlighten; to touch the essence of another’s soul; to reveal what is hidden from all eyes but, ours. Writing out our soul’s pain, we connect to one another; sharing our sufferings and fears; sharing life in word-paintings. To promote understanding and salvage diversity; To release the disheartening clutter of our life experiences. We are writers, we are students and teachers, all.
nature teaches
the light and dark of life-
we are one tribe
3-27-2021
Moments Of Reflections - Haibun Poetry Contest
Malabika Ray Choudhury
Time Wasted Looking at the news nowadays still has me in amazement, oh how fast love and kindness turned into hatred, it's so much easier and helpful to be respectful and courteous to others, I thought this knowledge was basic, but now hard working immigrants are being hauled off to unknown places, it breaks my heart to see the looks on the poor kid's faces, their lives turned upside and families separated, locked up like animals inside of cages, and for what reason? At least give me a basis, but all I get is replies about races and hatred, wow, and the homes these hateful people live in, the immigrants helped build and make it, I guess it's a new era and I have to face it, but it breaks me down and I'm not sure if I'm going to make it, and the constitution is being stripped naked, while half of the elected politicians remain quite and complacent, not wanting to speak out or shame it, but years from now kid's will read historical accounts and ask why we didn't do more to stop or disclaim it, America's popular now, but only for becoming a leading nation in hatred, civil rights violations, and the destruction of the laws that once made it, it's a hard pill to swallow, but everyday I'm forced to face it, our enemies worldwide are enjoying watching us go down in flames like a overloaded ship with propane in it, everyone knows who's the cause but are afraid to put the name with it, the current state of affairs are disheartening and I hate it, the United States of divisional separation and hatred, it just seems counterproductive, like too much time wasted, I'm appalled and ashamed of it
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
If your heart was a diamond, perfect and clear,
glittering gleaming like a broken heart's tear,
if lust was coal, dusty and black,
would it make you realize you want to come back?
If music was woven with golden thread
soft... like the locks lay upon your head
I would listen all day... and through the night
I would play it once more to make things right.
For if poems and words were always the truth
and were spun into realities as beautiful as you,
my creation would be worth the time that it takes
and the toll that it makes.
For days are like mountains and years are like hills
and the tears are the rivers that turn all the mills.
Though they bring sadness and though they bring pain,
Has one seen a rainbow without any rain?
Though things cannot last, still nothing can die.
It is a circle broken with only goodbyes.
An echo in silence... a wonder we forgot
the weeping of willow was all for not.
One less second is no concern of mine,
but one may wonder where goes that time...
You can think it like this, you can think it like that.
Will the thinking bring those moments back?
It has been so long, moments have been wasted!
Fruits of love I have never tasted
rot on the ground but will grow towards the sky!
It is the endless circle broken only with goodbye
Crumbling in my hands, the hopes of a past,
leaving, believing that all this could last.
The soil turns to sand and then sand into dust
and blows away in the wind... something bigger than us.
This greater purpose... this greater end
can be seen in every sunrise, every heart of a friend.
Coal into diamond and diamond to rust.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!
So be it if words are spun into lies.
It is all just the circle broken with these goodbyes.
In the end... dreams will come and others will rust
it is ashes to ashes and dust to dust!
He promised
To take care of me
When my heart was breaking
When the pain brought darkness
When the doubt was so disheartening
He promised
To give me hope
When everything feels hopeless
When my soul is searching
When my thoughts are full of fears
And my soul is filled with tears
He promised
To erase my despair
When hues of sorrow press in around
My thoughts, my feelings, my prayers
He promised
And I believe Him
The One who smiles down – He sees me
From a home where I’ll one day go
Because He is love – raining from above
He promised
To never let me go
To always hold me – to always show me
That His love is the answer, the light –
The reason I’m smiling, the reason I try
He promised
To save me from harm
And that promise has proven good
He is love and He is hope – He is grace
Sent down to bring me through it all
He promised
So I know
Love will save me
Love will overcome
Love will defeat every enemy
And bring my soul the greatest peace
I believe in His promises
Because He is light, He is love
He is the Son of God above!
Acts 2:39 (KJV) For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call.
The labels, some serve to award with honour
and others are just straight up meant to demean
The much sought after accolades and the prestige, ever so enticing
lend a tender sweet stroke to massage and pamper the ego
The reproof and the infamy delivers a gut wrenching punch
to the sternum that tears down dignity and dampens the spirit
Stick with the labels and divide the masses in the end
Crammed into tiny pens, forced into little spaces, misfitted into misshaped places, often left bent out of shape, square plugs rammed into round sockets even
We've all at one point felt the burn of the pressure to seamlessly fit in and thus bore the burden of unwanted labels while nursing clamped mandibles at the same time
Some dying to fit in to only end up stuffed into a labelled pigeonhole
Others tagged with derisive tabs that turn them into social outcasts
Might be enthralled at first but soon enough you'll be trapped for life
Your path paved by caste and class and your fate sealed with a label
Now it's yours to carry, a solid identity they say and you nod and say yay to the labels
Some flattering and others just straight up disheartening
A much needed crutch for some, a means to an end for others and a desperate need for hierarchy for most
A burden to the free souls, a hindrance to being unique and a means to control the masses soon enough
Spare me the labels asseblief
I'm here trying to figure out how to be human first and foremost
I need a moment to orientate myself now that my shackles and blinders are off
I am more than enough just the way I am, of this I'm sure now
Labels might interfere with the path I'm meant to take to evolve
Form:
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Carl Koontz
1892-1915
Mister Gregg was standing atop my grounded skull,
And so was Mister White,
And the reticent county coroner.
And inexplicably,
They directed two men in blue overalls
To dig up my decomposed body that day.
I must say, the sounds of those slicing shovels,
Upending the dirt of my final destination,
Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery
Was most disheartening, to say the least.
But bigger and better digs
Were in store for me,
Up at Whittier Heights Cemetery.
“Easy fellas, easy,” I said silently,
“Easy now, as you lift me out!”
And “heave-ho” I heard the men say,
As they hoisted me up upon
The four-wheeled wagon,
With two sturdy horses up front
Looking back dubiously.
And together, with my one ton marble tombstone,
I and my lilly white sarcophagus
Travelled to the Heights,
Whittier’s new and spacious boneyard,
Festooned with wild roses.
Though it is impossible to die permanently twice,
I have discovered in death,
That it is possible to be buried a brace of times!
“Heave-Ho” I heard the men say!
Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019
Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding aforementioned will yield.
While deeply asleep
during late afternoon siesta
above name named date/time,
yours truly immediately awoke
with a start, at strong violent
urge to upheap
I made little or no bowed peep,
but sat bolt upright stock still
tear ducts activated eyes
as if ready to weep.
Sadness less pervasive than fright
since reverse peristalsis uncommon
within body electric regarding plight,
which analogous volcanic eruption
albeit bubbling magmatic flow slight
reverse peristalsis found yours truly
on par with fire breathing dragon ar
goo ably momentarily nonplussed -
while dry cough minus gushing lava
gratefully only smoldered before sim
ring upper gastrointestinal tract did
allow, enable, and provide mouths
full of distilled water quench sudden
unquenchable thirst relieved result
ant unpleasant aftertaste (no pun
intended), yet distilling humor helps
me weather, manage, cope... with
unexpected physiological fee nom
mina - shot straight up within digest
heave tract, and did lament this rick
hitty packet of muscle and bone aft
times susceptible to disheartening
woebegone news afflicting this non
Norwegian bachelor farmer, whom
if the missus cooking triggered bout
unleashing bit torrent of unsavory
plate tectonics, perhaps indicative
of continental drift shrunk down to
miniature, where fault in thee stars
must be held in contempt of court
if for no other reason, I just wanted
to incorporate said phrase, tip here
me got some legal lear'n, when truth
Philly admits he seems to know less,
the he learns, which prompts me to
posit emphatically that ignorance iz
equivalent to bliss, thus presenting
quandary how kin this pronouncedly
reasonably intelligent garden variety
*****sapiens unfetter himself with
cumulative knowledge without reek
horse to invasive surgery such as...
prefrontal lobotomy, or te deum down
smarts some unknown cyber surfer(s)
could easily misconstrue as vainness,
smugness, quintessential pomposity?