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O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshiped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be somber and gray
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a center and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
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I had been placed in chains
Where the cripples shed their canes
And the blind regained the art of seeing.
It was a robbers’ den
And as all God fearing men,
I had assets needed freeing.
Sometimes the poet’s muse
Is a bride who will refuse
All his conjugal solicitations.
He must lure to bed
Any tramp that turns his head
With unchaste alliterations:
And so it goes...
He’d lived his life alone
In a hermitage of stone
Where he rang those bells for all occasions;
Like the feasts of saints,
For the widows’ sad complaints,
And for joyous celebrations.
It's said confusion rules
At the Festival of Fools
And the scene below just seemed to prove it.
So he clambered down
And was regent of the crown
Till Claude Frollo’s hand removed it.
He smelled her perfumed hair
From across Cathedral Square
And the fragrance soothed his loss of hearing;
For her silent dance
Cast a soul ensnaring trance
Both enticing and endearing.
She was a barefoot girl
With her gypsy skirt a swirl
As the minstrels played a tarantella;
Graceful as fabric spun
From a gently setting sun,
And he pined for Esméralda.
But when the maid fell hard
For the Captain of the Guard
As a villain plotted her seduction,
His trust was put to test
On a futile, wicked quest
In abetting her abduction.
And so he bore the blame
When the warden called his name
As they bared his back to take a whipping.
He felt each lash stroke bleed,
The injustice of the deed
Set those righteous scales to tipping.
While the Archdeacon's kin,
Who was guilty of the sin,
Stalked the halls as Satan’s emissary,
A young girl’s tortured plea
Brought his fool to guarantee
Esméralda's sanctuary.
In a defiant act
When the rebel mob attacked,
He strained his crooked back to save the maiden;
And called the angels home
With the tolling of Guillaume,
Like hard currency to trade in.
He ran from wall to wall,
Hurling curses at them all,
Raining molten lead down on the rabble,
From the gargoyles’ throats
To the beggars’ ragged coats
In a symphony of babble.
But it was all in vain;
He could laugh himself insane,
Still those oaken doors were being battered,
And the dénouement
Left his ashes in the straw,
Proving love was all that mattered.
LET ME BE EVE
AN IMAGINATION OF ANOTHER LIFE
Oh let me be Eve,
And make me forever live
In this heavenly place of a crib.
And let me be taken from Adam's rib
On this day when he embraces sleep,
And also my eyes keep
From the starry face of the evening,
Ceasing my infantic ears from listening
To the unending flow of the Euphratic stream.
And please let it all be a dream,
That Adam acting with chariness,
Toppling my own attitude of coyness,
Decides to go and mingle with Shark,
And I to Cedar to tend her bark.
And while I admire her establishment,
Serpent arrives, brimful of blandishment,
And in his most dictumic way,
Makes me to the tree stray.
And not halting at my tabooed satisfaction,
Offers Adam some to relieve his trepidation.
And while checking out our sanity with doubt,
Wondering why we have it all brazen out,
Arrives God suddenly like a cataclysm.
And we at this moment aware of our chasm,
Flee to Fig with furtive,
Feeling for the first time like fugitive,
And not even Adam's casuistry,
Returns us to being God's emissary.
Oh let it be a dream still,
That Adam and I leave with nil
The treasure trove that had been home,
And not even the Millennium Dome,
Could have been to us a better haven,
Like Eden that feels like heaven.
Let it be that I'm turning on my side,
That the one I call my child,
Takes out his anger on his brother,
And his children kill one another.
That my daughters die at child birth,
And my generation create their death,
All for this dude that I never knew
While I lived, but now becomes new
As each cursed day passes by-
My children only living to die
For Money, brow beating one another,
Not even leaving out their brother.
And at the end, they all hasten
To do nothing, but me chasten.
Now let Adam surprised at my sight,
Wake me from this slumbering fright,
And this time casting my coyness aside,
Ask him to always be by my side.
And if Serpent decides on my way to come,
We will step on his crooked head with aplomb.
I
am
the
voice
in
the
early
twilight
calling.I
am
the
voice
that
cried
in
the
dusk.
Am
the
limbs
shaking
and
the
lungs
convulsing.
I
own
the
tongue
that
cracked,the
lips
that
parched
and
the
running
nose
behind
the
dank
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
among
equals
whinning
among
few
unequals.
My
spine
bears
the
many
whose
rags
twist
my
neck
and
I
bend
her
back
and
our
fate
coil
side
by
side
in
one.
In
one
our
spalour
binds
us;mine
a
dirty
stool
a
swollen
limb
and
they
said
PEM
too.She
has
the
heart
beat
bleeding
hot
blood,the
callused
soles
cracking
and
they
sterile
nodule
pleading
in
vain
servility
behind
the
black
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
now
mewling
in
the
crust
of
the
night
and
scorching
by
the
day.
I
lay
panthing
and
waisting
from
a
redeemable
curse.
Am
the
limbs
cippled
and
the
lungs
sneefing.
Am
not
the
fist
clenching
the
playcard...eyeing
the
lence,but
behind
the
mesh
wriggling
and
certainly
deing.
Am
not
Abiku's
emissary,but
I
die
with
the
corn
starch
dripping
from
my
lips
and
I
pass
the
stool
to
anothe
whose
fate
as
mine
lay
in
percent,whose
memoria
is
their
number
and
not
their
name.
Now
they
chant
the
elegy
over
tomorrows
cremains
and
my
voice
falls
into
a
diminuendo
and
shall
never
rise
again,but
my
bones
continues
to
whisper
behind
the
earth
in
sotto
voce.
Were they mad crazed drunk or on drugs
As they desecrated a place most holy Ooh
Were they conceited or just plain diabolic
As they committed an abominable act Ooh
The Holy of Holies why they did not respect
Were it that a Holy one would have impaled
Them then at the ebb of the evil blood maybe
Then looming catastrophe would be averted
The brood of vipers same ones who desire
To sell our beloved people back to slavery
The abominable rainbow no amount of rain
Catastrophes seem to wash away the deed
Why had it to occur under my watch Oh RAMA
The guilt and failure is in on me too isn't it now
Were it that I was allowed the forbidden technic
If I was an angel of vengeance would I not smite
The circling eagle please do lead me home now
Eastern bypass AWA let them never perceive of
When did them parent go so wrong of our people
Remind Babylonia harlot her sin-cup now is full..
Do mix her a double portion of tears that harlot
That Jezebel spirit that killeth all the good gifts
We desire to behold you Ooh humble emissary
Let love once again prevail on our people ABA
They behold not they all blunder in darkness
Were you to call them unto guidance even
Then would they seek to seize and ruin you
We have sent over them billows of darkness
The mercy of the sword they are but now given
How long will you contend with the sons of men
As they desecrate the covenant Ooh ya Karima
Send doves I will take it as a sign that it's not me
Ooh Rahman who made Thee be roused in anger
Talk of a bride full of misfortunes in our fathers' hut
When they hunt us down do grant us wings Elohim
When the sun is darkened let our internal light shine
When the moon is turned to blood offer a reprieve..
When a cloud falls from above mercy pliz do hear us
#Khat_Vision Bubbles in time
A Luis tach 30 march 2020
luckily for our ambiguous plot structure
and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel
the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails
and fortune directed that the box be opened
gingerly gripped in two slender shaking hands
by Pepper d'Angelo Olympic pole dancing medalist
and Global Emissary to the Panphibians of Tortuga
voted to the task by her many heart throb fans
on account of her total existential disinterest
in all but the firmness of her unsparing ta tas
wary with fitting prudence seized the initiative
insufferably slowly her fingers hands and arms
shaking with rapidly multiplying violence
undid the latch lifted the glinting polished lid
her arms now lost in a paroxysmal blur
the smell of gardenias was overpowering
across the land dogs began humping again
as a lustrous cigarette paper sized rectangle
fell at Roman sandal-clad Pepper's feet
toenails done in a pale peach skin tone
so you could barely tell they were there
she bent down reaching ever so slowly
lifting it past her ankles then her knees
deliberately past her coochie her navel
up up up over the Jell-O mold mammaries
up further to the cross-eyed focal point
her wet lips parted her voice thin and reedy
then expanding into a mighty sonorous trumpet
it says...
act in a genial manner towards one another
even if it is an utter fiction pasted onto your face
and it makes you suffer the crazy charade
with your empty smile a beacon of sincerity
the world's inhabitants stood in bandaged silence
scratching their heads and muttering
rays of golden light pierced the cloudy overcast
robin redbreast tweeted on his bouncing perch
our intrepid galactic transients Hoo and Watt
looked down upon a great Happy Face
gliding in majestic orbit around its yellow sun
and merry banjo music
filled our ears
The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization.
However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that he encounters; to embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien.
The planet Winter or Gethen inhabitants are hermaphrodite, a manwoman, to be respected and judged only as a human being made up of two major religions opposites in belief and ritual. One is mystical and inspired while the other is rational and philosophical. The novel centers on cultural proficiency not only recognize, but also embraces the worldview that each culture brings.
which gender my love
desire, sire or bare our child
while as a woman
The main conflict in this novel is man vs. society. Genly Ai must adapt to the unfamiliar society on Winter. The people of Winter are very different from the people of Earth. They have no gender and no sexual desire except for once a month. Gender roles are not a part of their society; the rules are very different from Earth rules.
music I listen
you are the earth, moon,and stars
mirror I see in
Lesson learned, he must make sacrifices to achieve his goals.
The book can be read as a love story or anthropological adventure.
2/27/2018
The Left Hand of Darkness written by Ursula K. Le Guin, published in 1969
Quote from the book:
Light is the left hand of darkness
And darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
Together like lovers in kemmer
Like hands joined together,
Poetry Contest: Ursula Le Guin
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
A WELL-VERSED FIRST
The first time
The very first time
That fantastically infatuating first time
Still the second as sublime
But bless the birth and conception of the first time which too fleetingly flees
The first time passion persuades heated pleas
The first time two necks crane to near the others exhaled breath that breaks the air
The first time one’s fingers take to rake through the radiance of resplendent and radiant hair
The first time t’would be a shame for a beseeching gaze a pair then not to share
That first stare
Two eyes confident yet hoping and groping for grace should fate and fantasy finally meet face to face
The first time one comes to discover a lover who is the emissary of an emphatic
embrace
The first time two lips lock in love, longing and lust
The first time the first time of naked union is discussed
The first time hands are begged to where ‘twas once forbidden
Beckoned to the desire of what was once by cloth well hidden
The first time at evening’s end lovers come to be enveloped by the same cover or quilt
The first flower a lover begets a beloved who wills that brilliant bud to never wilt
The first time first times are, by heaven, well rehearsed
Alas comes along the first time truth mingles with tragedy for love to be immersed in
The first time one discovers that the first time was a time when time was thusly cursed
The first time insidious sorrow swiftly swallows the sublime
The first time this first time seems akin to the cruelty of criminality and crime
The very first time
The first time that first time is recollected as being a waste and the worst of first times
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Learn from the eagle how to soar with winds
Spanning your wings to conquer tall peaks
Float hopes high reaching sapphire blue skies
Triumph with your smile as the world goes by
When beset in clutches of troublesome plight
Know that a new dawn always follows night
My child, when it’s your turn, do what’s right
Even a bright sunny day must cede to twilight
If you want things easy, they won't be worth it
Learn to swing ably if you wish to score a hit
When the climb gets hard you must never quit
Things that you regret, you may never repeat
Glint someone’s clouds, be the rainbow on arc
Be the emissary of light for the adrift in dark
Edify your doldrums, be always on your mark
Lift somebody’s dawn, be the sweet song of lark
Walk along humility when tempted by pride
Learn from those saintly, living lives dignified
Hold your balance or you’ll tumble and fall
Let the mountains teach you how to stand tall
When something goes wrong, do not justify
What’s spurious and superficial, do not glorify
How well you do, rests on how hard you try
When you hear the call of duty, never ask why
Let happy thoughts reign your state of mind
When emotions overwhelm, always choose kind
Spread the wealth of love to help mankind
Be the precious gemstone that is hard to find
Glint someone’s clouds, be the rainbow on arc
Be the emissary of light for the adrift in dark
Edify your doldrums, be always on your mark
Lift somebody’s dawn, be the sweet song of lark
December 21, 2020
Placed 1st: Your advice to the youth poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placed 5th: Your choice (41) contest by Brian Strand
A WELL-VERSED FIRST TIME
The first time
The very first time
That fantastically infatuating first time
Still the second as sublime
But bless the birth and conception of the first time which too fleetingly flees
The first time passion persuades heated pleas
The first time two necks crane to near the others exhaled breath that breaks the air
The first time one’s fingers take to rake through the radiance of resplendent and radiant hair
The first time t’would be a shame for a beseeching gaze a pair then not to share
That first stare
Two eyes confident yet hoping and groping for grace should fate and fantasy finally meet face to face
The first time one comes to discover a lover who is the emissary of an emphatic
embrace
The first time two lips lock in love, longing and lust
The first time the first time of naked union is discussed
The first time hands are begged to where ‘twas once forbidden
Beckoned to the desire of what was once by cloth well hidden
The first time at evening’s end lovers come to be enveloped by the same cover or quilt
The first flower a lover begets a beloved who wills that brilliant bud to never wilt
The first time first times are, by heaven, well rehearsed
Alas comes along the first time truth mingles with tragedy for love to be immersed in
The first time one discovers that the first time was a time when time was thusly cursed
The first time insidious sorrow swiftly swallows the sublime
The first time the first time seems akin to the cruelty of criminality and crime
The very first time
The first time that first time is recollected as being a waste and the worst first time
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