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To be unrestrained and happy,
the only reverie I contemplated about.
For those who would never come by,
are the only prized memories now.
Every time fate crushed me,
I held on and bled.
Every time I tried to listen,
leaden silence deafened me.
Every time I longed for rainbows,
a deluge of tears filled my soul.
Barricade of orphanage culled me.
Empty stomach reigned my nights,
scorns and mocking looks,
bore deep into my heart.
Hope was all that I had,
offering courage to hang on.
Like a lonely dancer on stage,
to play my distressing part,
oblivious of the rolled down curtains,
in this theatre of my soul.
With no chance to fly,
an unfortunate chrysalis I am,
metamorphosis giving new life.
To one and all I say,
pause and don’t shut your heart,
to a little girl and
listen to the silence of her soul,
asking for nothing more than a chance.
@Chitra Arun, May 2022
Meditate
However distressing one’s life has been, forget the gloom.
Rise up as lotus does, above muddy water they bloom.Quote: poets own
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Meditate, it helps you to stay calm
It’s being soothed with a soothing balm
Relax your body and clear your mind
Leave all one’s worries and stress behind.
Slip away to a place without harm
As described in the words of a psalm
Become immersed in the universe
With the I am in prayers converse.
Heed the dear Lords law and have no qualms
You will find a welcome in His arms
In silent solace may you find sound rest
Your heart and soul be enhanced and blessed.
God holds the whole wide world in his palm
Gently guiding with His grace and charm
Tat Tvam Asi - "thou art that" as one
With God the Father and God the Son.
17th July 2021
Desperation creeps stealthily, into a disillusioned mind
Unanswered questions paralyzes, leaving one frozen in time
Tsunami waves of grief pound away, at the sad and troubled heart
Sorrow uniting with pain wrestling, pinning down hope from the start.
But,
A glimmer of hope shines bright, conquering sorrow and grief
Like a lighthouse, a beacon in the dark, to distant sailors relief
A faint response to a distressing SOS, in a time of stormy seas
God answers our great questions, responding to fervent pleas
Truth dissipates the haze of lies, that leave one dazed and confused
Shining through the fog of deception, we see hope, if we so choose
Drawing closer to the light of God's love, that we see in the distance
Hope rises anew, conquers doubt, sorrow then relinquishes resistance.
When we perceive of God's great love, it gives us hope and direction
Living with hope is an anchor sure, to our mental faculties, a protection
Hope now renewed, leads to faith, finally joy can appear on your face
The countenance shines, living in hope, grief now having been replaced.
John Derek Hamilton November 28,2015
The olive leaves swaying, the air stagnant with despair’s breath,
thy Lord and thy Savior walks as pall approaches, nearing death’s door,
the spirit, ever generous, sleeps whilst the flesh betrays.
Thy flesh's weak, burden with regret, longs to close its worn eyes,
Yet He bidst me, watch with Me for one moment, final, sacred hour,
a torture of love now begins to wash my spirit clean.
He walks a stone's throw further, and I see Him kneel to pray,
thy Lord faces all the darkness, though the daylight seems far away,
I, too, kneel and pray for strength in the shadow of His grace.
The ancient branches angle and twist in silent prayer,
"Not what I will," the Lord whispers, "Let it be thine own will to yield."
The moon, a velvety witness, sees a soul's distressing.
His Lord kneels alone, a bitter cup held in trembling hands,
as the weight of every human sin is grinding on solid ground,
yet, sweat drips down like drops of blood, and still, "Thy will be done.
See thy Lord and thy Savior in such wretched suffering,
but in His pain, yearning emerges; there is no shifting away,
whilst the apostles sleep, one fails in this last company.
Prayer's wealthy positive potential
is not as substitute for healthcare planning.
Prayer might be a prelude to planning,
and might be an appropriate postlude
to fully implemented plans,
whether psalm of gratitude
or requiem of remorse
depending on healing or diseasing outcomes.
Even better,
some gratitude and humble remorse,
held together,
demonstrating we have learned something
from our nondual co-arising trial and error
and yet continue improving
our loving healthcare refinements.
But, whether my life plans are what happened
while Earth continuously revolved in other distressing directions,
or I continue learning to plan somewhat more cooperatively
and multiculturally
and polyculturally
and polyamorously
Inductive prayer and deductive plans co-arising
integrally more than separately,
hopeful prayer is the faithful planner's co-redemptive bookend,
Alpha and Omega double-binding points
of interreligious
peaceful reorientation
Not my personal How to Save the World book,
much less evangelically seminal scripture.
Prayer is my yeasty bread and liturgical garnish,
embodied needs to rise and dance,
mind wants to sing romance,
but not the red arteries and blue veins
of ego/ecologically balanced
lovely heart-care planning.
Something defenders of the 1st
and 2nd Amendments
might want to hold together
You have no authentic freedom of speech
or rights of interreligious
interdependently polyamorous
polytheistic expression
if I have the right to aim a gun
at monotheistic
monocultural caste preservers,
monopoly players
who disagree
unarmed.
And I have no authentic prayer
for victims of ballistic violence
that doesn't include
intercessory planning.
Please tell me what I ever did
To always make you flip your lid
Pushing me right out the door
You couldn't take it anymore
I would like an explanation
All my love and dedication
I kept saving up for you
Proving that my love was true
As the days and weeks went by
There was something in your eyes
That kept saying silently
You no longer cared for me
So I doubled up the love
Extra kisses-- Tighter hugs
More touching -- Lots of caressing
But your eyes kept me distressing
No more sparkles glowing bright
The darkness took away a light
That I used to see each morning
All my thoughts are now just swarming
About the way your angry grip
Ended our relationship
Saying never come back here
A mean voice and not one tear
Showing one bit of remorse
Of the love that you just lost
Goodness gracious me,
How can it be,
The ant leader
Posted that by decree,
I was a traitor,
And he
Would pass punishment
I could foresee
What was in store
Had to sit and steady my
Nerves with beer shandy.
It was a very hot day,
Thirty-eight degrees centigrade,
We were not by the sea,
But it was easy you see,
To keep cool
By the pool
Sitting on a high stool
With a beer shandy
In my hand,
Listening to the hotel’s
Resident band!
My phone rang,
It was my friend from Greece,
She was sending me a
Winter jacket made
Out of sheep fleece,
Oh don’t tease
Me please.
We talked for just
Under an hour
Said goodbye,
Went back to my beer shandy,
Life was just dandy.
But oh deary me the ants
Wanted to avenge
And take revenge
On me, as I picked up my
Glass of beer shandy,
Something seemed odd
I took a gulp from my glass,
And involuntarily forced
To expel the contents
From my mouth,
Hundreds of ants were floating
Dying, peeing, spitting
It was most distressing,
In my drink, I felt faint,
But practiced restraint,
Didn’t want the ants to
Know that I was dizzy
Even my hair was standing
On end and became frizzy
These industrious ants
Had set a trap
Determined to get back
At me for telling humans
About their plot to rule
Planet Earth, their leader Raoul
At the ready, creeping
And crawling
And nipping
Away at my flesh.
Doom spray I screamed
Please spray them all
Let them all die and fall,
I had to tell of their plan,
The world had to be prepared,
And their secret shared,
They began scurrying
And fleeing
From the spray, but muttering
Their real revenge was close,
They would be huge, and chew
Us up and spit us out, use
Us for fertilizing their gardens
And as for me,
I would be spat out constantly
And would regenerate daily,
So I was doomed,
They promised to keep
A wary eye on me,
Oh well perhaps I could emigrate
But they had this in mind,
Devious little monsters,
They would then immigrate
And join with other ants
From around the globe.
I would never be
Off the hook
For them I was a real
Baddie, a criminal, traitor
And crook,
Determined to expose
Theirs superpowers
To this planet,
And perhaps many others.
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
Jumping Castle Tragedy
Jumping Castle tragedy
Strong winds lift it into the air.
School kids falling,
Parents screaming,
Shocked onlooker’s stop and stare.
Five children dying, three left injured
This devastation can’t believe.
Tears are streaming,
People praying,
Across the nation many grieve.
Devonport a town in mourning
Life will never be the same.
News distressing,
Overwhelming,
Why did this happen, all in vain.
Young lives lost within an instant
Why were these children meant to die?
No rhyme or reason,
Unbelieving,
Lost for words I question why?
Perhaps we’ll never know the answer
Some things in life one can’t explain.
We will remember,
This December,
And with these families share their pain.
Christine 19/12,2021
the dialogue and the time have flowed,
then the night came and rolled over the pavement
with opening its huge and dark wings
embracing armful fallen leaves in her breast,
and goes leaving a romantic whistle behind
the two hearts, smaller and larger, those have swallowed dialogue
though come together, the four suspicious eyes were going
to different directions with their own hardened thoughts
for the truth from the untruth
the taste being bitterer and more unbearable,
and for distressing perjury, the moment was much too long
the groundless tales that lain yonder the thickened wall
were spreads before in vision broadly
and empty hearts, which hearts do not know, even that is
the real desire; yet, desiring to have the things that are worthless
and unable to get, were going far away without destination
oh, what a miserable moment it is? as time goes by
the day called tomorrow will certainly visit again
and for awkward to look bright sun the perjury
again to be repeated for it became an obstinate habit
after all; when in alone and not one eye stares at,
toss around the floor holding the deep scar in heart
and cry out loudly
and run after wretched untrue truth
for perjury leaves these agony and pain
in the disfigured heart