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BLUE WATER OF LAKE
A stone is thrown in blue water of lake,
Stirred water where stone makes wave.
Water flows with frequency to vibrate green mosses.
Seems my heart follows with a wave.
Rays of light reflects from my heart.
Sign of symptoms to keep me live.
Hope that helpless mind will be regaining to fruitful mind.
Expect that cool of hill from north east wind.
In that blue water of Loneliness Lake where a stone will not be drop down to make wave.
I will be here to survive with hope.
Where my love will be reflect through sunlight.
Time passes in my heart where days become bright.
Saroj khan [sakha]
She stands on cliff’s edge in her skimpiest nightie, not caring who sees.
Feeling her connection with the east wind which has always protected her.
The shale-like red rocks have settled, they give her a firm grasp of herself. She goes to the edge.
Peers down, wondering if she should have brought someone else, so there would be a witness.
It is only thirty-two feet to the water, her Dad used to say, before he dove off this cliff.
She watched him do it at least six or eight times during his lifetime, he was 78 the last time.
She had never tried it, never feeling that her swimming was good enough, but today felt different.
She felt invincible today; she had a dream about this, and she knew she had to try as a tribute.
In her father’s honor she takes a dive of faith,
falling rapidly toward the water below.
There is a crack as she hits it, she feels like it has
slapped her face. She is coughing and sputtering.
Underwater, she feels scared and cold, ‘Just like Dad,’
says a whispery voice, startling her.
It is not until she is sitting near a warm fire,
in her home that she remembers a sister she never knew.
Dad always said the cliff had magical powers,
but to develop them, you had to take the plunge.
Her sister was killed in a freak accident when they were little;
she had been a few months old.
She rarely thought of her or the few photos she had of them.
Had her sister been the mermaid in the water?
She ponders this for a bit, as her toes warm up.
The flames nod in agreement. She feels her Dad beside her.
She knows she must go back.
2007
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the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
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shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
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on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
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on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its close
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the tiles dusted with snow-
trickle down fills the
rain butt
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kissing-gate swings-
eternally hitched to you
my heartfelt love
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in the paddy field
waters of Spring-
green shoots in my heart
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2008
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shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides
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2009
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Summer peepshow-
snowberries sunbathing -
autumn preview-
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2010
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frozen into epigrams
tripping off a brush-
haiga images
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azalea perfume hints-
yellows the lawn
this summer morn
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a long parting kiss-
imprinted upon my lips
her lingering heat
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shades of shadowing fall
highlights the pampas grass-
rose hips ripening
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2011
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words left unsaid
drift upon the east wind-
freeze in my heart
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breeze in trees
tiny moths flutter -
cherry blossoms me
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no breeze tonight
the trees pose statuesque-
thoughts holds on pause
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the email opens-
through a veil of tears
a rainbow appears
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a sunset backlit
sculptures the aboretum-
I ,on 'morrow gaze
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Indian summer-
out of depression's shadow-
Autumn leaves my heart
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in my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
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neath the chestnut tree
conkers* abound,all around-
a none-er strikes me
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*conkers=horse chestnut seeds-provide a schoolyard
autumn pastime-wiki or google for more info
Dot to dot they join,
Line to line the word forms,
A word many have craved,
A word that made its abode with some,
A word that scarcely stayed with some,
This word was given to some and it made them,
This word was given to some but marred them,
A word that fragmented indomitable nations,
A word some sought with peaceful protests,
A word some sought for with arms and ammunition,
Nations' founding fathers were martyred for it,
A man was incarcerated for a score and seven years because he journeyed its road for his nation,
A word that has opened its
door to some only for a short season,
A word that I earnestly seek in its entirety,
Freedom is a bird I want to eternally take flight with,
Let it come to me like the east wind,
Let it take its seat in my chamber,
Hold hands with me in my sojourn,
Until I go through dawn's final door.
December 16, 2022.
BLUE WATER
A stone is thrown in blue water of lake,
Wherein creates wave.
Frequency in flowing water makes vibration of green mosses.
It seems in my heart that wave appears.
Rays of light reflects from my heart.
Sign of symptoms to keep me fast.
Hope that helpless mind will be regaining to fruitful mind.
Expect that coldness air of hill from north east wind.
In that blue water of Loneliness Lake where a stone will not be drop down to make wave.
I will be here to survive with hope.
Where love will be reflect like sunlight from my heart.
Time passes in my heart where days become bright fast.
Saroj khan [sakha]
"Reification" has it that biologically-intrinsic "Morality" understood as a-priori to Perception makes "Religion" a "Collective" or "Shared" Psychological experience.
CHAT GPT says:
Put it this way: ~ God = the unpatterned, unnameable origin of all value = Dynamic Quality = the ineffable source that both creates and escapes form. ~ Science then wouldn't "believe in God" the way theology does—but it could include God, as the unknowable wellspring that gives rise to all knowables. That’s not dogma—it’s metaphysics
~
Between two mirrors - Between two imaginations' what Can't be reflected, but the only things we know to be real is thoes mirrors and observers.
'God creates man' out of river-clay-mud and the east-wind & 'Man creates God' out of stomach-pangs and the stars.
It's no surprise then, that we build huts-of-clay like our Father and wander about the Earth like our Feather-Proud Mother but our God Of The Other Time and The Other Place and The Material Of The Immaterial . . .
"A Living God" as the last significant iteration but that too fails the test of: "Truth As Origin" except in "Trust": The wellspring of symbiosis ~ the progenitor of All Evolutionary Forms.
that's a God I understand and; "Have a little faith in me" takes on new meaning!
Down in the crypt where the caskets lie
And dust stirs up when trucks go by
Giggling sounds, not moans and groans
From the tomb of Skelton Bones
When the trucks go by no more
No light peeks beneath the door
Bony feet on an ice cold floor
Skelton Bones inspects his claw
Skelton Bones was a pirate, old
Sailed the seas in search of gold
His right hand by a dragon took
Now its claw is Skelton’s hook
Once, he’d dressed in silk and cotton
Skelton’s clothes are long since rotten
All that’s left, a belt and buckle
And his hat which makes him chuckle
He’s Skelton Bones; a pirate, nude
But not intentionally rude
He says, “Ahoy!” in pirate tones
That’s the sound of Skelton Bones
But now he has a yen to be
Once more sailing ’pon the sea
Been too long; three hundred years
Skelton calls his buccaneers
When the door creaks open wide
Ghostly pirates lurk outside
But with no seas to sail nearby
Skelton’s ship takes to the sky
Hear that Jolly Roger flap?
Or the canon hatches clap?
Keep a firm hand on your riches
Or he’ll steal them… and your britches
And as he rides the clouds and skies
A crew, undead, that never dies
In Skelton’s wake the east wind wails
It’s in his bones and in his sails
I HEARD THEY THOUGHT THEMSELVES CIVILIZED
Each grain of gorged sand
civilized people —
themselves owned; owned land.
meanwhile the steeple
looked down at the band
of loquacious stock.
each thought themselves well
in front of the rock.
Ozymandias’ plaque —
bleak headstone of hell!
Cain’s ark had a crack —
offed sand of red sea.
Cornerstone cuts back
the billows — sets free.
7/28/2020
Ozymandias was written by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Here is a couple verses:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
The bible speaks of Jesus:
On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written:
King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Revelation 19:16 NIV
This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.”
Acts 4:11-12 ESV
In Exodus 14 verses 21-22
Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the Lord drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided, and the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with a wall of water on the right and other left.
ODE TO THE APOSTLE
Beloved friend,
Swift as the East wind,
fair and white stallion,
born to heal battalion -
Meekly and instinctively
never a victim of melancholy,
wild and gentle deer,
Levite empowered from wilderness
and out of strength
leaps out of weakness.
Your David reached out
and you put out every slumber.
Beloved, my friend and apostle,
Swift as the East wind
Fair and white stallion
Born to heal battalion -
Together we crossed the mountains,
We slaughter the bull of heaven
And unravel mysteries
from the ancient,
the Spirits in the letters. Oh apostle...
What now is this lil' sleep
that has seized me
and darkened my face
to sway from light
as I shed ink in this awakening
revival of saints?
Now is the time
only an iron will sharpen iron.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2017.
To be sung to 'Pete's Dragon - Candle on the Water'
I'll be your rose in the garden
My peace for you will always bloom
I know you're sad and crying
But the bees are buzzing
Come to me, beneath the shining moon.
I'll be your rose in the garden
Till every petal is shown with delight
My thorns will never hurt you,
Let these brambles pride you
Soon you'll welcome each thankful night
A rich and lucious garden has found you,
Don't let the forest make you frown.
I'll set fragrance all around you
Flowing in the air
Showing that I care
I'll be your rose in the garden
The reddish hue will be your know
Dig deep inside, you'll make it,
Take me in your hand, and pray it
Love me and your heart will grow
As protection I'll bestow
As sure as the east wind blows.
As sure as the east wind blows.
As sure as the east wind blows...
Sunday, December 12, 2021
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