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Sometimes when I find myself adrift
I transform into a dancing butterfly
Escaping with imaginations and wanders off into Wonderland
It's a world only I can glimpse and explore the hidden emotions of my being
I am the dancing Butterfly
I don't need the world's recognition
I just wanna be me... the dancing Butterfly
Light on my wings I fly
Soaring free
Fragile to the strong wind
Yet fluttering high
Gliding with ease of my own time
When I'm ready
With passion and gladness my ink will flow rhythmically onto this page
Unveiling the closed curtain so I may fly
freely in the real world
Rather than displaying a dramatic show
I am the dancing Butterfly
I don't need the world's recognition
I just wanna be me... the dancing Butterfly
Light on my wings I fly
Soaring free
Fragile to the strong wind
Yet fluttering high
Gliding with ease of my own time
I am the dancing Butterfly
Smile
Akkina Rosario Downing
11-8-17
I must be walking
closer to death
for spirits of the forest
are stalking me
visiting with curious hope
like ghosts from the past
talking to me as kin
as familiars wooing me
into the fold of contentment
for as of late
I have forgotten peace
The ravens mingle
displaying an agreeable gathering
of brotherhood hovering in the heavens
teaching me the ancient language
of their ethereal splendor
freely winging great distances
stationing their leavings and arrivals
their voices hailing invitations
to join in the eternal
Deer’s eyes dwell within mine
incarnated as friends
from old companionships
casting their narrative
of gentle kindness
knowing the truths of solidarity
illuminating my path
to this community of belonging
far from the tides of loneliness
far from the deep wells of despair
the spider spins his web
sculpting a portrait of my lifetime
each pattern evoking my inevitability
shivering in winds that quiver with change
blown by the subtle breezes of destiny
weakened but strongly bonded
each strand connects to the other
and stutters at its final end
to cache the dreams denied me
enraptured by my callous regret
given peace and solace to be laid to rest
The main attraction
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup
The satisfaction
That one gets when displaying claws
Jumping through hoops, the hees and haws
Delirious from fighting a cause
Roaring reaction
Looking at the cameraman
it’s intense it’s a one night stand
He’s a brave soul - O’Callahan
Without a whip
Without a chair
Without the hype
The mane attraction
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup
Roaring reaction
Looking at the cameraman
it’s intense it’s a one night stand
He’s a brave soul - O’Callahan
1/10/2022
Every Cloud shows a silver lining
Day dawned displaying dew droplets.
Shiny Sun added sparkling charms
I was counting anxious moments
to greet my sweet heart in my arms.
She must be coming
I am eagerly waiting.
Merry morning was about to mourn.
My eyes were thirsty. She was not shown.
Morning rolled to nagging noon.
She must be rushing soon.
Hands of clock going round and round
On our special day she is bound
to come without showing lame ground.
Noon passed to next phase.
Afternoon showed its face.
She must come sharp.
But she did not turn up!
My heart was about to burn.
Drizzling showers under the Sun
dispersed sunbeam into spectrum
pasting rainbow on sky-album.
Even in dismay and despair
I knew somewhere over
Rainbow would appear
to portray my life in color.
Evening twilight brought me hope
till Sun went down on quick gallop.
Night darkened, evening merged.
My tingling passion only urged,
‘Come My Dear, Come My Darling!
Why? Why are you not coming?’
I sat in darkness of dolor not putting on light
Just watching hands of clock to touch midnight.
‘if, ‘Perhaps’, ‘But’, several possibilities fight.
Mobile showed ‘No answer’
She sent no message either.
I am neither weeping nor crying,
but whispering
‘Every cloud has silver lining.’
I will hold her at night while dreaming.
I will visit her prompt on next morning.
I will snatch your heart
I will catch you fast
Perfect match at last.
Let the hands of clock go round and round
I am pretty proud to voice my love loud
Silver linings are shown in every cloud
Some when somewhere rainbow is bound
to bend in semi- circle touching ground.
My love is gold to glitter, bold to sound.
04/24/16
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[A poem written in a dying language]
Sa tuktok ng Bontok
Ang tuktok ng Bontok, himpapawid ng mga pangarap, Kalikasan'y humahalimuyak, biyaya sa bawat hakbang,
Mga kabundukan, kay lawak ng inyong kagandahan, Taglay ninyo ang sigla't tapang ng aming kultura't damdamin.
Mga saliw ng gongs, sumasayaw sa hangin, Tinig ng mga katutubo, tanging pambihirang himig,
Puno ng buhay, mga puno't halaman ay sumisilip, Kabayanihan, katapangan, sa Bontok ay sadyang pumipintig.
Piling larawang kinamulatan, mga alaala't pagsasama, Kultura'y naglalaro, sumasayaw sa mga talampakan,
Saya't ligaya, mga kuwento't mga kwentuhan, Bontok, aming tahanan, ang puso'y sa iyo'y nakadantay.
Sa mga mata mo, tanaw ang kaunting himala, Sa bawat awit at tula, ang puso'y sumasabog sa sigla,
Bontok, bayan ng pambihirang likha, Aming pinagmamalaki, sa bawat paghinga.
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translate into english
PEAK OF BONTOK
On the peak of Bontok, there lies the realm of dreams,
Nature's scent wafts, blessings with every stride it seems,
Majestic mountains, displaying their vast beauty,
Carrying the spirit and courage of a culture in their duty.
The echoes of gongs dance upon the gentle breeze,
Indigenous voices, melodies so rare and appease,
Abundant with life, trees and plants peek and sway,
Heroism and valor, in Bontok, their essence holds sway.
Fond memories and camaraderie, cherished and dear,
Culture takes center stage, with dances and cheer,
Happiness and joy, stories shared and untold,
Bontok, our beloved home, where hearts enfold.
In your eyes, a glimpse of miracles so few,
In every song and poem, hearts find their breakthrough,
Bontok, land of extraordinary creation,
We proudly breathe in your every sensation.
:: 05.21.2023 ::
My feathers are misted and moistened from the sea spray
As I glide above the busy shore on Frenchman’s Bay
The sunrise displaying beautiful pinkish and purple hues
While the tide is out, no fish and the crustaceans are few
I soar above the boats all docked along the shore
While searching for a safe landing and food to score
Spotting tourists, seated while eating their breakfast food
I quickly land at their table, hoping they’re in a giving mood
Instead, I get shooed off with water thrown and screamed at
Flying off, I soon spot a trash bin with bacon pieces, crisp and fat
I dive into the barrel, feathers tucked, beak landing into the bacon
Delighted as I also feed on some toast crumbs and a cinnamon muffin
I feel the barrel moving, again I am screamed at and shooed away
I fly toward the sky, soaring high as my droppings splatter and splay
I soar above the surf, my feathers spread wide enjoying the sea spray
Spotting some crabs washed ashore, now dive- bombing for my lunch today
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Sponsor: Mark Toney
The mirror became clearer
the deception of her reflection
is just as she feared
displaying the monster
that haunts her
who taunts her
who wants her
to inhale
to impale
lifting her veil
adjusting her sail
expecting her to fail
he shows no restraint
as he attempts to taint the saint
aspiring to wash away the paint
of the beautiful landscape
causing a mutation
of the illustration
a new creation
a hallucination
the confusion
the illusion
causing delusion
by his intrusion
is just enough to amuse him
He tries taking control
of a beautiful soul
begging for worship
kneeling on hot coal
she fears no demon
for she lived with the devil
he was her alibi
she was his vessel.
She had deviated from his plan
didn’t agree to his demands
and so the day began
the horned feared beast
was no longer manned.
Form:
No; I don't want to be a poet
Stinginess in certification
Not in me really
I certify straightforwardly
Everyone in the world is a poet;
But the phrase of words expressed by everyone
is not poetry
Yes, man is the crown creation among fauna and flora
But not everyone has humanity, conscience;
Brutality, bigotry, divider among human being
maybe something another but not human
because of my belief
The holy scriptures are not a measure of truth,
Through the veins of practical life
doing peaceful anything for the welfare of entire world peoples
is true religion
Worship, coming to the house of prayer
Just a sign of worldly displaying righteousness
That’s not the reality of self knowing;
The pious - the people who do everything on earth
without desire of exchange
No; But I want to be a true human, not a poet
28.06.2020 Chattogram
** Mother Nature Draws the Dawn **
Already,
Dawn sets off
This longitude’s waking,
Displaying nearby trees
Into their scribbled silhouettes
In shades
Of gray with blasts of black masses —
Points gathered
Fronting the quick brightening over
Yesterday’s leaving darkness,
And bringing forth this day’s white-glazed,
Cloud-faced sky —
Appearing before my sleepy eyes
Without any distinguishable color, and
Simply seen as an unfoldng background —
A lightening
That shows even before the blendings —
With the coming gifts to sight
Of the perception of dimensions
And the aspects of perspective,
To be seen in the expanse beyond my window
In this dawning moment ~
As the world appears quite like
A flattened Earth,
Like a doodled scene
Of blotches and specs — in
Mother Nature’s ink line & wash
Landscape
Created on her personal, unbordered paper.
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(c) sally young eslinger 8/17/2023
(For Jim. Happy 40th)
The first time we met
Was the day I knew you were the one to get
My first Jack Russell Parson Terrier
Was coming home without a carrier So small and plump
Holding you firmly so you couldn’t jump
Feisty and full of energy
I knew then you would bring us wonderful memories
Our walks together
I will always treasure
Your strong presence
Showed your wittiness for independence
How you never wavered
Your might and will both tailored
Giving me your paw
Showing me you’re smarter than before
Hearing your mighty bark
Would of called the entire animal kingdom to the ark
Playing with your soccer ball
Displaying the skills of a professional on team Nepal
With all your might in your heart
Helping us to understand the importance
of a restart
Your determination
Your life
Will always remain the greatest gift
that forever shines on
so bright
~October 08, 2008 - June 15, 2024~