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descended a celestial dawn of ultramarine canvas,
cerulean with a touch of crimson in the east,
frolicking flowers sent delightful messages to wake me up.
my senses are alluringly drowned in cobalt dreams,
saffron imagination emerges on my musing dreamy eyes,
a desirous heart is filled with turquoise yearning,
sprinkling swirling colours from the sapphire horizon.
wondrous marvels of life mystifies my journey,
awestruck I feel… fantasy a mythical magical garden,
gently enveloping with harmonious tranquility my existence.
where a chartreuse waterfalls falls softly on coral rocks,
reminding supreme ethereal power with sublime reverence
When azure sky stoops seductively to meet the turquoise ocean,
The entire universe blends into utter blueness one.
November 11, 2021
Inspired by "U" Poetry Contest (Theme: Ultramarine)
Sponsor: Constance La France
Destiny, an unseen lamp, hidden somewhere,
someone lighted for you when you had arrived.
You don’t perceive, it sheds a beam of glare,
and the ordained light travels unfaded,
illumines your pathway during the time allotted,
you get for the journey to be completed.
The free will that you design undiscerned,
the lamp makes it invisibly self-radiant,
enveloping your mind with belief unreal,
shows the road you’ve chosen to travel
to the obscure destination of shrouded fate,
even if you don’t will, it would.
On the way you pick up some flowers,
someone has made to bloom for you,
but you believe you’ve helped them blossom,
and celebrate the euphoria you create.
The rapture ends at the assigned time,
even if you don’t want, it would.
On the way you tread on trail of thorn,
but you think you would escape soon,
paving a new track of your desire,
won’t suffer on the journey for long.
The unexplained torment lingers on,
even if you don’t wish, it would.
The lamp igniter rides the invisible destiny glow,
to where you construct your free will,
permeates your deep senses unrecognised,
lying as dormant force covered by unawareness,
and by a process of self-transformation
gets transposed on the psyche as your free will.
September 21, 2020
Contest : Free Will Vs Destiny
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
It has been there for ages,
perhaps older than anybody alive.
Radiating dignified peace, it stands
enveloping everything under it in a cocoon
of soothing shade. A patient listener whom I
consider my companion. On lazy noon, I'd weave
uncharted territories on paper to bury in parched trunk.
With numerous thoughts I couldn't share with others,
I had bubbles of exuberant stories to be narrated. It
swayed lush green branches and dropped a few leaves in
appreciation. A young thinker humming to serene tunes
of cooing wind on starry nights would teleport me to
a sphere of leaves sparkling with coloured dreams.
Over the years, the pile of buried pages from my
memories, fears, experiences, years simmered
into the roots of that old tree. It stayed
patient witnessing my journey, shedding
agony with withered leaves in autumn,
buried under layers of winter snow,
reborn every spring.
From crumbles of
my old struggles,
figments of my
journey, drops
of patience
nurtured it
to my essence.
The tree now
lives as my
legend, hope
rising from
legacy of
showers
that drench spirit
in soaring ecstasy. The
leaves fly afar, spreading
through blue rivulets, blooming
orchards and sing of a lonely tree
that grew in a barren land with courage,
turning struggles into elixir for leaves,
a newfound freedom for memories to live on.
August 30, 2020
All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Ego is the label psychology gives us
to describe our ecoconscious experiences,
those cooperatively-nutritionally sustaining climate health
internal and external climates and landscapes
cultures and networks
primal relationships
and those competitively-toxically assaulting climate health,
internally and externally devolving
decaying RightBrain-Body feelings
and LeftBrain worded anthropocentric thoughts
of ego/eco-passions and dispassions
internal/external confluent
when not dissonant,
dissociated
When re-associated
without 'ego' off-centering preference,
without attachment to "independent" ego empire building
Non-0-sum
nonverbal
non-violent
interdependent polypathic-polyvagal awareness,
internal ego-forming as externally eco-formed
beginning with Brain-Body formation,
empathic trust Crown dominant
within matriarchal Root nutritional paradise
of embryonic climate health.
EcoMother emerges Ego development
through our Exodus from Eden's Genesis
birth canal emergence into Earth Tribe
regenerating/degenerating Earth's climate health/pathology.
Ego health begins and ends
enveloping healthy compassionate contentment
in our own interdependently languaged thoughts-with-feelings skin,
bicameral hearts,
bicameral brains,
polyvagal bodies,
Crown to Root spinal cords
neuro-sexsensory systems
living inside eco-sexsensory systems...
To grow a healthy Ego
is to become polypathically ecoconscious of climate therapies,
internal and external,
anthro/ecologically symbiotic.
Symbiotic relationship
is a term evolutionary theory gives us
to regenerate an organic theology
of ego/eco transubstantiation
sacred ecological purpose
toward polyculturally interdependent robust climates
of thriving democratic life-care systems.
Ego LeftBrain words and economic and political thought
and practice, practice, practice,
emerge from Elder RightBrain matriotic eco-consciousness
to become more cooperatively Animus/Anima grace-full
co-arising
belonging-mind/safe-body
consciousness.
Ego is a label for ecoconscious nurturing trust,
and lack thereof,
in regenerating compassionate economic and political experience,
and degenerative lack thereof.
I’ve never been
where they tread,
chasing mirage
through desert storm.
I look at evasive eyes
perennially petrified,
see their void vision
fixed fast on
fantasy,
shroud of devious dust
spreads on
sneaky people.
Gleam of opalescent oasis
out of sight,
they wane in wasteland
like shriveled shadows
of skeletal trees,
forgotten
they were once green,
but I know
they’ve lost
their roots,
turned into
wooden people.
Layer on layer
the dubious design of
deception
morphs into motif
of masquerade mask,
the chameleon skin
fashions the faces
with smoke-screen,
I can’t see through.
People of pretense
create cloaks of
charade
the rays of reality
thwarted,
so they make
obscure onyx world
their own,
don’t discern
they turn into
ambiguous antiques,
but I know
for I walk
in the museum of
masked people.
They build bastion
in enveloping emptiness
of abysmal abyss
of vagabond valleys,
no window opens
on the sapphire sky
secluded,
sunburst sequined sense
eradicated
doesn’t illumine
their insipid isolation,
their marooned minds
remain fossilized
in dark dereliction,
become slate slices
of starless night,
don’t know why
all the dreams
disappear,
but I know
no rainbow ribbon wraps
their remote heart,
for they’ve become
opaque people.
Reaction to the poem "My Beautiful Letter Multiply with Others You Make Verse" by James Edward Lee Sr
You are a message
and up Uplifting, you are
You come neatly noted, honey coated
with freedom and truth
Seeding weaving
Alluring words
Inspiring power
Heightening and enlightening
Enveloping everlasting existence
You're a message of love, you You are
The endless fire you capture here
Influencing
Warmth, heat, fire
Fire creators'
Physically floating
You're wondrous doting
Marvellous message you are
Happy Happy happiness brought
Tantalising thought
You're the mighty miraculous message everybody desires
You are the melodious Maestro
Harmonising, Inviting Enlightening
Sweet solace
Ravishing reception
The message of peace and love
Ahh acceptance ahh
All for another message
For the better and better
An up Uplifting message you are.
March 8 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOOKING ON MY AFFLICTION
Thank You for looking on my affliction-difficulty
With Your eyes of love, assuring security
Really caring for me midst sin-infirmity
Hence, forgiving me in my repentant sincerity.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-hardship
With Your discernment of prayer fellowship
Really inviting me toward joyful worship
Hence, guiding me to seek Your fatherly leadership.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-pain
With Your vision of heavenly gain
Really insuring me eternal treasures against wealth so vain
Hence, strengthening me to work for soul-business which is the very main.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-distress
With Your focus of inspiration as encouraging divine stress
Really upholding me despite frustrations that oppress
Hence, moving me to continue while my self-pity You suppress.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-travail
With Your enlightenment of truth’s detail
Really illumining me so that Your wisdom I can avail
Hence, guiding me in my ministry-journey’s sail.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-sadness
With Your presence of watchfulness midst blest blissfulness
Really enveloping me with Your triumphant peacefulness
Hence, reviving me along Your mercy and grace-goodness.
March 8, 2022
In somber times where silence sleeps,
There lies a burden no one can disguise.
A weight that's carried upon weary hearts,
As death's cold touch inevitably imparts.
Oh, the burden of death, a solemn affair,
An anguish that lingers, an unanswered prayer.
It visits unbidden, without warning or grace,
Leaving behind sorrow etched on every face.
In tears that fall like rain upon the ground,
Aching souls seek solace, longing to be found.
For death, the great equalizer, spares no one,
From paupers to kings, all under its sun.
The bereaved wander through a world turned gray,
Memories like bittersweet whispers in the fray.
They cling to remnants of love that once bloomed,
Now eclipsed by emptiness, forever entombed.
Grief's tendrils reach out, enveloping the soul,
Leaving scars untold, an unyielding toll.
The burden of death, an unwelcome weight,
A constant companion in sorrow's gait.
Yet amidst the anguish, a glimmer may arise,
A fleeting glimpse of hope amidst tear-filled eyes.
For in the darkness, resilience takes hold,
A strength to endure, a story yet untold.
Through shared remembrance and heartfelt embrace,
We navigate sorrow with grace and with grace.
And though the burden of death we cannot evade,
Love's resilience emerges, undying and unswayed.
So let us remember, in the depths of despair,
That life's fragile beauty is still ours to bear.
For in the tapestry of existence, woven true,
The burden of death is balanced by life anew.
LeftBrain egojectively defines objects
with deductively accessible objectives
Divorced
distinguished
detached from their ecosystemic backdrop.
Objectives
and individualized objects,
including objections,
I understand
by studying their sub-parts
and their sub-subparts
Down to our atomic building block objects
with internal atomic objectives,
individual particles
with articles
for potential win/win cooperative becoming
a co-relational constellation
of potentially climaxing energy
positive therapeutic
and negative traumatic
subjectives.
Meanwhile,
RightBrain indirectly refines felt relationships,
positive and negative
and ambiguously in-between,
by contextual subjects
Both/Anding BiCameral discernment.
Growing co-empathic bilateral intelligence
also hopes to produce
and procure binomially objective
positive health
and not negative disease
outcomes
Rooted in Whole OpenSystemic wave flows
unitarian oceanic possibilities
subject ecowomanist grows
with timeless HereNow nonviolent information,
spaciously abundant musings,
and other health optimizing
engaging practices,
Other EarthHealth and Justice designs
in solidarity with
ecosystemic co-relational co-passion
co-investing
empowering
enlightening
enveloping
developing win/win outcomes,
Objectively extending
rhetorically resonant song
and liturgically liberating dance
multicultural
muse-lyrical
musical massage
political healing,
not economic stealing,
co-passion events.
Written: January 26, 2025
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In the pale autumn sun,
a radiant shimmer thrives,
A solitary strand,
a seascape draped in misty gray.
The sand speaks of endless days,
Where waves roll unfazed
by the arrival of winter’s chill.
I trudge through remnants
of slithering worms stripped of flesh,
Barely finding magic
in the comforting shade.
Galumphing creatures
in the glade,
While rainbows blend
on nature's fresh palette.
From dreams,
we drift to hammock swings,
Crisp leaves whisper
tales of desolation streaks.
Bleeding wrists find bleak solace,
Glistening dew on
the tumbling decline beckons.
A chasm stretches wide,
where sharp truths pierce,
the careless stumble of losing
grip on the damp ground.
Echoes of forever
cram the night air,
juggling stormy clouds
with an enveloping shroud.
Wandering among orchids
mimics twilight’s flame,
as paths are carved, straddling
the colossal vastness of darkness
Buzzing, zooming, whispers aside,
and candles illuminate life’s
esoteric game.
Singing goldfinches chirp
from their yellow celandine perch.
Purple crocuses shimmer
beneath the magenta sky.
Riddles dance
upon the sapphire sea tides.