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Even Dawn Cried About Death Of The Poet
They that see dawn in softest crimson glows
Having sought to embrace the golden moon!
They that ink paradise as a true gift,
Sings praises of the gentle month of June!
Whilst feeding at midnight the hungry crows
Sometimes with iron, and with eager breath
Oft each stands alone, watching dark world turn
Then she that inks paradise as a gift,
With compassion, romantic flames that burn
Wrote faithfully, even unto her death!
Dawn that foretells of living and true love
Helplessly seen as the poetess died
Cast its brightest rays to heaven above
So angels could see how too few cried!
R.J. Lindley, Jan 25th, 1987
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Dare We Pray, Humanity Wakes To Be Redeemed
From blacken hills into magical woods we wade
Where golden mushrooms ring shrouds of ancient trees
Praise God, that this earth and humanity he made
Although from great divine wrath it so often flees
In morn's mist, airy shadows rise and slowly fall
'neath hopeful promise of resplendent future state
Whilst those ever beckoning hills heed Nature's calls
Same as man bows to ravages of horrid Fate.
Therein comes immense pleasures of paradise dreams
Too often laced with folly of human schemes
Were it not that love may gift that which hope redeems?
Aye. Love and pleasure are as candy to a child
And thus sweet blessings flow unto those meek and mild
Whereas thistles and thorns pierce deeply those too wild.
Dare we pray, humanity wakes to be redeemed
From evil wickedness, that mankind daily schemes?
R.J. Lindley, March 6th, 1987
Rhyme
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From The Virgin Light Into The Dark Mist
There within such immensity of solitude
Rests a billion threads but a sad solitary thought
Of life, earth and barest naked soul therein nude
In worldly prison, dying entity thus caught.
Oh but, tis not that tragedy our daily bread
Fodder for rampaging fires eternally lit
We but sacrifice for those gods long ago dead,
And bawling mass for Hades and its burning pits?
Tis not mankind a true enigma and a bit more
Far, far more than a fallen fly in the hot soup
Once stuck down below but by own hand now can soar
Risen up by vicious might in one dark fell swoop ?
Aye! One may fear to such reality admit
As it leads backward, to thoughts of hot burning pits!
R.J. Lindley, March 22nd, 1987
Rhyme
Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.
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Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.
In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence.
"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was
in the middle of something and not lost...
"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.
This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".
Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:
"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"
They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my
shame.
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Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend?
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!
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Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight."
Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.
Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
“The sea is an underwater museum still awaiting its visitors.” – Phillip Diole
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In the endless expanse of the ocean's domain.
Calm, circumfluous crystal collides coiling terrain.
A bed of iridescence behests the view.
Turquoise riddles, azure feral, and true
Humpback whales waltz on the horizon stage.
Their majestic demeanor, the ocean's sage
Waves akin to a shroud, coral reefs below.
In a cerulean ebony, enigma utopia to know
Tidal waves waltz ripples in a twirling thunder.
Foams that fizz and fatuous horses canter under
An aphrodisiac shore, paradisal and grand.
Where quicksilver spume kisses saffron sands.
Barefoot on the shore, spate, and pelagic breeze
The brine in the breeze, a savor of the seas
Seaside pearls and garrulous nautical dreams
A seamount allure, where kelpies do gleam.
Waves wreck as cymbals, water splashes spray.
Unplumbed bedrocks where sunfish play.
Blase naiads and abysmal gaunt cries
In the abyss, the embrace of diastrophism rises.
Swell of the abyss, corrugated, and red.
Balboa sails in pits due to intricate coastal spread.
Nebulous littoral shores, worldly and true
In Japan splurge, a seabed quells the view.
With a caper and a queen, the gulf turns alive.
Natal seaboard, where nexus coldness does thrive.
Beyond the gloom, where ocean waves are silver,
Moonlight pulsates, spritzes, and yelps as a river.
Whipping and splashing, an aqua symphony
The ocean's orchestra in idyllic harmony
From abyss to surface, the music does swell.
A symphony of water, where stories do tell.
In the moonlit dusk, waves waltz and sway.
Their silvery, pellucid shimmer steers the way.
With every pulsating and splashing sound.
Ocean's placate melodies and quiddity abound.
Abyssal symphony is a seraphic sight.
Where nature's cynosure beauty bears flight.
Waves, akin to dancers, gracefully behoove.
In a rhythmic squirm, their sapidity grooves.
Susurrus slipshod secrets of the steep
Splashes of euphoria, sojourn, and sweep
A symphony of splendor, a chorus of grace
The ocean's melody is in every embrace.
2nd place contest winner
Welcome, dear children of light...We are star seeds from the Galactic Federation of Planets...many of us are from different worlds, galaxies, universes and dimensions...working together for the harmonious existence of all life...and have been here for much millennia...to help with your ascension to higher states of consciousness and universality...
We have given permission to the earth vehicle of whom you call Winged Warrior...to enlighten you briefly of things to come...
Through the Horsehead Nebula and Pillars of Hercules, we pass the cosmic gates
For the Star Seeds of dimensional drift, their message of universal love awaits
From wormholes to black holes and earth's science theory of Super Strings
We learn about galactic giants and the existence of everlasting minute things
Super-celestial skies, time travel at our door with a quadrillion quantum leaps
And unravel the colossal cosmic codes of the hierarchic hyperdimensional heaps
We shall observe the ancient alliances, Christ consciousness the Christos Beings
Who provide for the Nibiruan Council, the planetary school of earth teachings
Spatial subatomic particles that form the wave-particle duality is a beginning
With electromagnetic fields, light quanta, photons set the universes ringing
For man, matter, and mind are evolving as we reach the cosmic shores
As we become Prime Creators passing through the esoteric enigma doors.
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TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO POET HAS GONE BEFORE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: The Seeker
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crosswise MATISSE
Your art your notes your style
So varied so wise so true
Opened then drew close to
My eye my mind my heart
My eye my mind my heart
To love to learn to know
Your craft your theory your technique
Forever you made so unique
crosswise-GRAND-DAUGHTERS FAIR
Your innocence your purity your smile
So open so natural so wide
Charms enchants awakes
My spirit my eyes my pride
My spirit my eyes my pride
Inside in wonder in youth
To pray to gaze to praise
In love in awe of thee
quintile-SWEET VERSE
words too
familiar
or too remote
defeat the purpose of which,
he wrote
was his
hidden
enigma
a step too far,
if no-one could open
his jar
Inspired by Johnson's famous dictum
sequence-THE COUNSELLOR
He
opens
hearts and minds
in sickness and
health-
He
draws us
to himself
a quiet voice
we
hear
prompts
and reminds-
until peace we
find-
Then
fills us
with His word,
so we may be
heard
Fibonacci-faith quaternion
when
I
listen
God will speak
when God speaks
my mind
will
hear
when
the
open
door closes
light begins to glow
a new way
for me
to
go
An open verse
Will
my verse
reach your ear
can
your eye
stay the course
Does
unconvention
confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased
by phrase and
habitude
or human voice
The choice
is always
yours if
my poem will
be or is
not to be
a tune upon
your ear
The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion
« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*
for Vicente Puchol
(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in Bousono’s Antologia poética, 1976, and on the « mysterious Centre » on which the poem is a cogitation. T. Wignesan)
Yes, we know it : would you like to find the secret precinct,
the invulnerable enclosed sanctum,
to enter through any hole into the incredible spectacle,
to penetrate the labyrinth and find the powerful Centre.
As if a thief could rob the totality of light
to find, as I say, the powerful Centre, the absolute Centre,
the immobile Centre of the tempest which moves by itself,
a Centre where nothing is found to budge,
where everything is absorbed into itself, like love, containing
itself in itself,
not on its periphery, but fully wrapped in its contents,
overflowing like the apparition of a card in the suit of Spanish cards,
like an enormous cup of manifestation which augments,
like a wave which continues to mount higher and higher and beyond
its highest limits,
farther yet than possibility’s horizons ;
and keeps growing afterwards, going on for days, and the spectacle of its extermination – the hideous knowledge and the joy of recognising its loss ;
and which continues growing for an immemorial duration in the
direction of its own centre : terrible,
like a persistent cascade pouring down its interior, a flooding within
the experience of feeling well in one’s being,
an existential waterfall without end which retracts - having stopped
flowing – inwards into its own Centre.
Ai ! The crucial question is therefore to enter the labyrinth,
The big question comes down to making the move.
Be warned that it is only an act of penetration,
a simple act of transfer ; it would suffice to make a gesture with an
idea that brings joy,
perchance it might suffice just to find water in the barn
or a path in the woods, or in the woods
to fall upon an exit
through the hole (where we came in), to proffer with the key to the
enigma
the solution of the charade,
and discover the other side of the abysm, the reversal of the plot,
before the roof deteriorates
under probing fingers…
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Ah, behold, the celestial dance, a cosmic spectacle for all to see,
As the moon gracefully obscures the sun, a moment of unity.
But wait, let's ponder, let's question this grand display,
Is it just a celestial ballet, or is there more at play?
We gather 'round, millions strong, within the path so narrow,
To witness the eclipse, our hearts aflutter, our hopes aglow.
Yet, as we marvel at nature's show, let's not forget to ask,
What purpose lies behind this act? What's hidden in this cosmic mask?
Is it but a coincidence, a mere alignment in the sky?
Or does it hold a deeper meaning, a message from on high?
NASA's livestream beams it forth, for all the world to see,
But do they hold the answers, or are they just as puzzled as we?
Minecraft and Fortnite, they join the fray, in their own pixelated way,
But amidst the games and chatter, what truths do they convey?
So as we gaze upon the heavens, let's not just blindly stare,
Let's question, let's wonder, let's seek the truth out there.
For in the mystery of the eclipse, perhaps lies a clue,
To the secrets of the cosmos, to what's ancient and true.
And as the shadow passes, and daylight once more reigns,
Let's not forget the questions, let's not dismiss the strains.
For in the enigma of the eclipse, there lies a purpose, profound,
A cosmic riddle waiting to be solved, if only we dare to look around.
In the darkness of the eclipse, whispers stir, tales untold,
A gateway to the unknown, where mysteries unfold.
Could it be a portal, a passage to another realm,
Where shadows dance with demons, and gods take the helm?
Apep, the serpent of chaos, slithers through the night,
As Set ushers in a season of unrest, bathed in eerie light.
Some call it Shiva, the destroyer, the bringer of rebirth,
A cosmic dance of creation, upon the fertile earth.
But amidst the celestial ballet, whispers of a darker plot,
CERN's halls echo with rituals, where souls are sought.
Are they preparing for slaughter, a sacrifice to the abyss?
Or unlocking secrets of the universe, in a cosmic twist?
As the eclipse fades, and daylight returns anew,
The mysteries linger, the questions brew.
For in the shadows of the eclipse, lies a tale untold,
A cosmic enigma, waiting to unfold.
PASSIONS
On the deck of his life’s boat
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown
Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzling mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing into a labyrinth
Of faint speculations
The dilemma was his, knowing not where to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood:
Equally appealing
Equally accessible
Equally demanding!
He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort is a sound failure:
The riddle persists
The obscurity endures
The enigma remains.
Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.
Suddenly, his choleric aimless, and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy:
For control
Hungry for rule and
Thirsty for power
Arrogant, reckless hands and
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved
Reason: The illuminated helmsman
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.
Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived of its power
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning,
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful vice.
Then, as the sails of vanity and blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank into the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2013
Dear Earth
The place I call home and the mother of all around me.
On whose ground I stand when I contemplate the stars,
Whose coarsing rivers flow in my very veins,
And whose molecules constitute my very being
I am amazed by you.
You
A blue and green cradle of life
Rocking us slowly in the elliptical sliver of space that you traverse.
You, a celestial body with a hard exterior but a warm center
Not even amongst the biggest in this universe but an enigma all the same.
You, the sight of which transfixes astronauts as they gaze from afar
And me from up close,
Each of us appreciating you from a different perspective
I am amazed.
I'm amazed by you in all your forms.
I'm amazed by the undulations of your hills,
The majesty of your mountains and the mosaics of color that cover them in the fall.
And I'm amazed at the brilliant greens of your forest and fields as they offer verdant serenity.
You are lush, and you are beautiful.
I love your golden sunrises, blue skies, blushing scarlet and smoky sunsets,
And the way the lakes reflect them.
I hear your voice in the creatures that run and fly.
I hear your whispers in the trees and feel them on my skin.
Your breath fills my lungs and becomes my own.
And when I look upon the vast oceans, with their rippling sheets of blue and see life beneath them I know there is more to you than I could hope to fathom.
When I stand upon the beach, feet in the sand and watch the waves surge back and forth I feel your spirit beckoning me.
The fall of your rain upon rooftops is music to my ears.
Im amazed at the weather, even when its harsh
And I even love how looks it when you're covered in snow, even though I hate it when its cold out.
I love you from your shifting sand dunes
To your cold ice caps
When you hurt, so do I and my only wish is for you to heal
For I am not separate from you
And nor are you foreign to me
We are connected
And our relationship is mutual for better or worse
And with that being said I want to say
Thank you
For everything that you are and everything that I am
For my life
My every atom
I have only ever borrowed from you
The one who gives, gives, and gives again
In every facet, and every way
Thank you
Dear Earth I am amazed
And I love you
Your love for me was read in your eyes,
But was it not merely my reflection, gazing within myself?
The symphony of your gaze, a labyrinth of intertwined illusions and realities,
A game of shadows and lights where our hearts met in silence.
The mirror of light deepened in your irises, an unfinished poem,
Folded in the blood of time, flowing through the veins of the soul,
Each sparkle, a lost star in the constellation of the unknown,
Your gaze, an enigma, a portal to the abyss of my desires.
In the flow of consciousness, I find myself dancing on the edge of this dream,
Where the boundaries of reality dissolve into an infinite ocean,
Looking into your eyes, I believed I saw your love,
But I lost myself in my own reflection, a specter of unspoken words.
Your love, a wave that flooded my soul,
But could this wave be just the shadow of a deep internal cry,
Could that emotion be real or merely a projection of my untamed desires?
In your eyes, I sought an eternal truth, but found only my reflection,
A distorted image of what I wished to be.
Under the chiaroscuro light of the stars, I always wonder,
If your love was ever mine or just an echo,
An ancient song resonating from the depths of my being,
Your gaze, a lantern in the night, guiding my steps toward the unknown.
I stood on the edge of the chasm between dream and reality,
Where illusions merge with the tangible world,
Seeking answers in the depths of your eyes,
But what I found was merely my own reflection, an unfinished puzzle.
I looked at you as a map of all my hidden secrets,
Each smile, a direction toward my heart,
But in this labyrinth of emotions, I lost myself,
Always returning to the starting point, to my own self.
I turn my gaze to the starry sky, seeking solace,
But the answers never come from outside,
In your eyes, I saw a universe, but it was merely my reflection,
My gaze, deepened in the mystery of my own existence.
And thus, shrouded in the mist of melancholy,
I realize that your love was never yours,
But just a part of me, reflected in the depths of your eyes,
A beautiful dream, a fantasy in which I chose to lose myself,
Flying among the stars, searching without finding,
Always at crossroads, always returning to oneself.