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I saw a movie today
it was old and black and white
Looking for a memory that
never left my sight
An old woman quite insane
but less than fear and fright
A subject in a story called Classic
from another time and life
I wondered of her role being
of what would I requite
I'd seen the same story
told in modern lights
Her name Miss Habersham
and quite the character was she
No sooner than seeing her demise
was the ideal of what she'd be
Money distinguishes many things
even back then you see
Upper class and lower class
and understanding your degree
The Atlantic is an ocean
they say is a great divide
Customs, accents and boarders
divide in comprimise
But every story has a theme
including yours and mine
We each must find that thing
we love to satisfy
I'd never read the story
it never was assigned
But heard it's authors named
more than thousands of times
his story issues warnings
with artful poetry inside
A satisfied imagination
the ending would surely hide
The love intrest dramatises
with conflict and revelations
always the stumbling block
and unforgiving complications
Her name would be Estella
a tool of "Sick Fancy"
Miss Habershams clever device
for making men unhappy
But give away the ending
"Thou Shalt Not" comes to mind
I now know Miss Habersham
what she was and why
DEATH--
A disposed conjured up placement of a translucent spaced reality
Does flesh even matter anti matters unseen, unseeing angels fly
Action dying being killed ending life of person or organism
It's that spark you've got light I have now extinguished
My God, My God breath life in you and me
The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter,
Capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity no longer here preceding
Death and dead isn't non existence separation of body spirit
Origins life existence of individuals is... no breath life's death
DEATH is disposed conjured placement of a translucent spaced reality
01/22/19
For 10 Lines 10 Words, Free Verse 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Free verse poetry form only.
Oh,what a mountain
It's structure distinguishes it's history
Muttering of the wind
Oh,what a mountain
It's uniqueness Modifies it's existence
Whispering of the sea
Is this an embarkment of history?
It should be told as it is
As it should be admired the way it is
Magnificent as it sits on top of the land
It should not be compared to any
As it should not be ignored of it's importance
Breathtaking as it is been viewed
Is this a modification of history?
Oh,what a mountain
It's shape labels the land
Muttering of the forest
Oh,what a mountain
It's history emphasize its existence
Whispering of the ocean
Is this the true essence of history?
August 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Lamentations 4-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 4:11 The LORD hath accomplished his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger, and hath kindled a fire in Zion, and it hath devoured the foundations thereof.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCOMPLISHING
HIS FURY IN HIS HOLINESS
Praise be to God for accomplishing His fury
in His holiness against:
Fierce fighters of the faith
Futile fruits of those fearful
Faithless foundations of foolishness
Faulty frame and formless fitness of fugitives
Flawed focus along filthy flings fostered by false followers
Lamentations 5:1 Praise be to the Lord for
remembering us:
Delivering us from sorrows and sufferings
Directing us toward His sure salvation-security
Driving us from sinfulness of shamefulness sting
Defending us around His satisfaction midst His stability
Dominating over us from our selfishness as well as stubbornness
Distinguishes us by His Scriptural standards of steadfast settlement
Deepens us toward His service-stewardship, smiting our slothfulness
Lamentations 5:19 Praise be to the Saviour for
remaining forever in His throne while He:
Welcomes us for truthful worship
Works in us triumphantly against worldliness
Watches over us in our trials for our worthiness
Wants our thankfulness against tempting wastage
Warms us around His testimony with our trust in His Word. Amen!
August 28, 2024
What is the meaning of life?
A profound question that seems unanswerable
and yet, deserves an answer.
Intelligence distinguishes fantasy from reality.
But what of the human soul?
That intangible, ethereal link to the impossible?
Call it God, faith, hope, or wishful thinking,
but I feel there is something more to life than merely living!
I've examined life through the eyes of science
that sees Man as a series of genes;
genetically linked in a chain through time.
But what purpose does that serve?
It's enough to drive one crazy!
Is the purpose of life merely to procreate forever?
If that's all there is to life, then mission accomplished!
But I believe there is more to being alive;
a purpose for being.
Is it selfish to want more? Maybe.
I sense there is more to life; it's just a feeling,
yet it's getting harder to ignore over the years.
Could it be that I fear death? No, it isn't fear.
It's more like I'm missing out on something.
Perhaps something miraculous!
If I blink out when death turns off the switch, so be it!
I'll cease to exist, and that will be the end!
But, if when I die, I experience a reawakening
to a metaphysical, spiritual realm, despite my misgivings:
I would welcome that experience even more!
Rainbow coloured camouflage
The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”.
"You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you
touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”.
‘Faruq’ true to his name, the one who distinguishes truth from all falsehood,
vowed to ‘Nahla’, or the drink of water, to be with her forever come rain
or shine, when the Bedouins halted for their wedding under thorn’s holy arbor.
“There will be moist earth under the sacred tree”, promised the shaman,
drank potions from ‘Ausaj’, danced, convulsed and exulted as everyone gathered
under the ‘Sdir’ tree with the promise of sustenance and children from heaven.
It was a monkey’s wedding, glistening sun combined with sprinkles of drizzle,
but the rainbow forgot that camels and goats don’t mix with mischief-makers,
imported from modern changes of climate, greed, power and destruction.
“I have been camouflaged, misconstrued, disenfranchised, seven beautiful colours exuding disaster”. “No, you have your rightful place under the skies, warmongering nations ignore you, they exploit the fruits of the desert, relish oil of demise”.
Ear-piercing storms erupted and lightening ensued with full thunderous wrath and
the tree of life got splintered and divided, ancient reality was crushed under modern delusion.
‘Faruq’ and ‘Nahla’ could not believe that their short marriage was over, they joined their ancestors, struck by the rainbow, who had masked the power of drowning waters, looked helplessly on.
Meanwhile tanks, constructed and draped in seven deadly sins, kept their tracks
in the quick sand of glory, deceit and rape of the planet, full,evil steam ahead.
“I feel so guilty”, uttered the rainbow, “I could not display my true colours”, but the wind and the Gods replied “Not your fault, do not take the blame, when gold turns to tar”.
He comes visiting when least expected
In all places at any time or clime.
No rich nor poor ever can shun his calls,
Not the youths or those who are past their prime.
When he arrives, you cannot close your door;
He makes his entrance though you say, “No more.”
He frequents battle fields and hospitals;
He drops by on anyone, weak or strong.
His visits, though unwelcome, fall on all--
Man, woman, child, alone or in a throng.
When he appears you cannot say, “Next door,”
He barges in for what he’s looking for.
Though mute who utters not a word nor sound,
Oft he announces himself with a “Bang!”
Sometimes he bides before entering a home,
Sometimes he’s as quick as a boomerang.
At times he leaves a clean job, at others gore,
His visits are an event to deplore.
There are few who invite this visitor
And would embrace him if he could be touched.
But most fear and detest this unseen guest
That distinguishes not who’d be dispatched.
He crawls or slides or floats, or he may soar--
And comes for you before you can implore.
March 30, 2023
I first heard of you through Mona’s voice,
a whisper of blood, a tale of kin—
yet when I stood in Apple Park,
I saw the magician the world had awaited.
Your genius was wrapped in simplicity,
a quiet flame burning brighter than kings.
From a garage of humble dust,
you carved an empire of glass and light.
You gave us touch,
a screen that kissed the soul,
and in that silent gesture
you changed the fate of humankind.
They named you CEO of the Decade,
they crowned you with medals of nations,
but your truest crown
was the wonder in our hands.
Each iPhone, each Mac—
an elegy, a relic,
a proof that vision bends the world.
O Steve, when I pass through Silicon Valley,
your words still echo like prophecy:
“Innovation distinguishes
between a leader and a follower.”
Now, each time my fingers touch the screen,
they touch the ghost of your genius—
and whisper, thank you.
Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone.
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone.
All tones in the universe bear upon humankind.
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade.
Convey the can as you scale the stage.
Time-frozen iconographies suggest a swage.
Plenty of vivid glass catches the glow.
Irate particles romp on men's mental stow.
The reflection turns into a textual kaleidoscope.
Colored focal points require fewer scopes.
An orchestra of renovated wedded couples.
Flawless faith, hopeful person sees are ambles.
Portrayed as intelligent, smooth, and vesicated
Heartfelt, tribute, neologisms, and undefeated
Breeze, arthropods, tomorrow existence.
Immortal, everlasting, fluid, and uniqueness.
I cross the means no less than six times each day.
Shading hidden by business has changed our stay.
Medication and nutritious food scoundrels sell in the media.
Helping and executing purchaser lunacy mania.
A softness showed two similar views, one on each side.
The right eye sees truth while the left sees hatred.
Genius is connecting light shards social joy and bliss
He was imprisoned in an application's abyss.
Intriguing gizmos enrapture an expansive client base.
Fresh iOS and Android pimps are joining the robot race.
Expertise has supplanted skill in this serene stream
Rough labor, uniqueness, and prior heresy are extreme.
All these are linked to the hues glass and kaleidoscope.
Vision has shifted as a result of the modernity slope.
A lively soul distinguishes a plasma from a flower.
Portray our creation with the original god's power.
Written: August 20, 2021
August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Kaleidoscope Poetry Contest
Judged : August 23, 2021
In pitch black night there is no color,
For light is color's revealer.
In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected,
White is all the colors from a billion rainbows, melded.
White light, dissected by raindrops, prisms and kaleidoscope
reveals the full spectrum of colors within.
Light is the palette array from which objectors choose what to reflect.
You see black, the absence of color, when no light is reflected,
You see grey, when only a wee little light is reflected.
You see red when all other colors from white light
hitting a surface are absorbed, except red, that is.
The objects and being out there, display the color they choose to portray,
by excluding all other colors, sucking them in.
Color is what distinguishes the objects and shapes
we see with our eyes, including white, black and greys.
The scene we see is an orchestration of color painted upon.
In Nature it's the array colors in the blue sky, white clouds,
green trees, black cat, white dog, and brown dirt outside.
Inside it's the brown door, blue painted walls, green drapes and decorations
In art and paintings it's the colors of pigments in paint
the artist chooses to use and mix together, whatever their source and composition.
In poems and writing it's the words chosen to create images
of the colors of nature, people and objects in the minds of readers.
And moreover, it's the moods, feelings and emotions
portrayed with colors, bold, pastel, stark and soft.
Color creates dilemmas and puzzles for users.
To a scientist its wavelength and spectrum.
To a chemist is clays, rocks, extracts, mineral and vegetable dyes.
To a decorator or house painter its charts, sample pots and mixed tins.
To an artist its what can be squeezed from pots and tubes and dabbed on canvas.
To a poet its words to create fleeting images of color, emotions, feelings and impressions
in the minds of readers.
The kaleidoscope of color is the milieu of everything perceived in the light of day,
through vision, thought, feelings and soulful emotions.