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Here on earth and in the universe,
there are many natural cycles
in the inanimate world.
Day passes to night, then to day, then to night.
The seasons come and go as they have always done.
Rivers erode their landscapes to rejig their floodplain sinuosity.
It rains, water evaporates into clouds, then it rains again.
The sea erodes and restores the margin of its shores.
Cyclones, fires, volcanoes, floods and climate shifts
make profound changes in the environment,
which is resilient in adapting to the endless change.
But what of life here on Planet Water?
What of its fatal, and fateful dilemma?
To be or Not to be.
To live, die or recycle adapting to change
in climate, its competitors, its habitat and its environs.
Why did the existence of life begin?
Where did it come from?
Why did it come to be?
What drives its existence to recycle
and be so determined to survive and better itself
in the survival of the fittest among kin,
or among the dog eat dog life forms with which it competes?
Life is relentless, powerful, resilient to survive.
Why is it so? What drives it to be?
Each individual's life is mortal and limited.
But the species drives its survival with
fecund procreation,
in the endless cycle to be
an everlasting being here.
To be, and not to become
a not to be.
Sun, moon, stars, and universe are captivations,
Scenes, sceneries, lands, landscapes are activations;
Like a child, at each lovely scene, I do wonder,
Today, to a certain concept, I surrender..!
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While third-degree punishments of severe beating,
Depriving prisoners - of food, drink; ill-treating:
With piercing needles betwixt nail and flesh and nose,
Electrocuting; What else? Who exactly knows…?
Indian prisons have become hells here on earth.
For killing and getting killed within, there's no dearth.
Poor imprisoned for the crimes of their rich masters,
Die and decay as though natural disasters...!
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Prisons of Norway are my captivation, hence.
Healing the criminals is in their moral sense;
Offenders are offended; why offend them again?
Pain is filling them; why, again, inflicting pain...?
It's another home for them though they are sinners,
Who’s not a sinner? Are all, outside, are winners...?
Environs and situations cause persons fall,
Isn't, yet, dignity given equal to all...?
Healthy food; clean shelter; reliving medicines;
Penances and atonements to get rid of their sins;
Training for the unfit to fit into this world;
Making them, in nature, like flowers to get furled...!
Dignity of women, like pearls and gems, preserved,
When needed, like remedies, protections reserved;
Male chauvinism, like cobras, when rises its hood,
Feminism too enters in and does what it should...!
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World that believes in cruelty to criminals,
Researches on these Norwegian principals;
Finds, Lo, herein, are criminal activities -
Lesser than other international cities...!
09 October 2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
We had no hand in this rape of nature
Yet we will bear its full weight and measure
Can climate be sentenced to certain doom
Is there time to resolve its gruesome gloom
Don't dare ask us to deny climate change
We've dug a hole that we can't get out of
At the "climate mercy" from high above
Self-interest trumps the collective good
Tell the top players to do now what they should
Don't dare ask us to think or act short-term
Our little spades try digging us all out
As designer-suit dudes plow dirt round about
We dutifully sift through our own trash
So we make these moguls even more cash
Don't dare ask us to bow to huge profits
Those prominent peers, posers, pols and priests
They had their fair say and done their least
Fighting useless battles over oil sites
While we differ on clear-cut human rights
Don't dare ask us to reject world order
Elites hold the power and that is true
Puny results from what we folks can do
As much as we'd like to see it all stop
To fix this we must begin at the top
Don't dare ask us to back broken brokers
Seeing in stores all that shiny plastic
Vast plastic globs float in the Pacific
We drive plastic cars that are half the weight
With which green fuel is still under debate
Don't dare ask us to save our frail planet
Each ecosystem is interconnected
Rising like tides that are all effected
Now fires and storms rage behind a curtain
Weather is volatile and uncertain
Don't dare ask us to endanger species
Air, lands, waters hope for a better day
Some of earth's environs have lost their way
Without half our insects we must move on
The planet's trees are forever half gone
Don't dare ask us to fix this mega mess
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During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode,
sidestepping environs that provoke strife,
our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode,
invoking love mists that make us bliss rife.
Kindly eye looks at all with compassion,
tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched,
because where we dwell, love is in fashion,
wayward ego having long since been torched.
As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day,
with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest,
to the light that lights all lights, as we pray,
our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest.
Having renounced desire, soul free from stain,
has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.
A rock and blues guitarist and lyricist and singer,
Whose harmonic music and songs, in environs, linger;
One of the hundred guitarists of all times and seasons,
Clapton's musical art surpasses all human reasons...!
'Yardbirds', 'John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers', and then by himself,
He, like a sage, searched for the real music in itself;
"Layla", "Tears in Heaven", "Change the World", and "My Father's Eyes"
His fame, like heavy rain clouds ready to rain, reached the highs...!
Awardee of eighteen Grammy Awards; (Brits and CBE too),
Like a swan separates water from milk, rhythms he went through;
A three-time inductee to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,
His art, like free birds, flew beyond every detention frame...!
Any broken string of his guitar, he replaced on stage,
On the broken string or on the guitar he had no rage;
A wounded healer of alcohol and drug addiction,
His guitar, like a doctor, healed him of his self-friction...!
"Sunshine of Your Love", "White Room", "Crossroads", and the great "Goodbye,
Did his music fail to make his fans feel a lullaby?
Researching, as a true scientist, throughout his lifetime,
Eric Patrick Clapton, no doubt, shifted the paradigm...!!!
19 May 2023
Joe Bonamassa and Influencers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Are you yearning for me, dear?
Does our departure kill you too?
The environs look so blear,
Midst summer, in my eyes, there's dew...!
You might not feel it within,
There's a blazing fire in me;
In my flesh and blood and skin,
Can you hear my sorrow-filled plea...?
Gales and storms compete,
Coal-dust wraps roses and lilies;
The wheat field is a black sheet,
Who changed the shade of these chilies?
Sobs, like coos, are heard from far,
Your voice, too, is mingled in them;
In the sky, I find no star,
Poison fills each plant root and stem...!
Seasons have changed now brightly,
Come, dear, let's forget our breaches;
Let our oneness turn knightly,
Till our goal its zenith reaches...!
The gray exhaust of twelve warm hearths
Chased the clouds into the afternoon sky.
There stood the stalwart mansion
At peace with its surroundings
And steadfast with its environs.
Beckoning an affectionate greeting
Just beyond the bridge, it appears
To give light the sublime levity
Of being a nuance of darkness.
Its façade is as prestigious and lucent
As a librarian’s bustline in her noblest estate.
Its walls of luminous windows
Sit still in a kinetic majesty of colors,
Like the yew tree in its bounty of crimson berries.
This refuge from the current disharmonies
Radiates from its midst an unheard music
And a conviviality suggesting a vicarious ecstacy.
Here, perhaps, is that first step in darkness
Of the empire prophesized to come,
Bringing its measureless song
Of the queen of the northern lights,
Whose monarch calms the most vociferous tempest
And warms the most bitter winter chill.
Here, under the clouds of mortal brevity,
Contained are the exotic reactions
To long suppers and golden evenings
From the replenishing of early traditions,
Beyond youth’s humblest dreams.
The twelve hearths fully aglow,
Fueled with only kindling atoms,
Tell of a future only they can know
And every human mind fathoms.
Within these high stone walls,
Lit by radiant lamps’ glare,
Every place an eye-beam falls,
There is the glory of confident flair.
Lovely Garden
In a place of beautiful views,
We were sitting down with a smile
While watching the glorious sunset
Giving us a feeling of bliss!
When a real love between us sprouted
Those flowers around us;
Scented with a real affection
Your guise is quite familiar!
In a lovely garden of lilies,
The sundry banters became colorful.
Life then is meaningful;
When I heard your golden voice
The promise of forever,
The only thing I could remember;
My heart began to sing joyful melodies,
And I hope it won't last
Suddenly the environs,
Turned serene and lonesome
Someone beside me is gone
Then, I realized it was but a dream!
Fiery sun's endeavors to scorch the buds and blossoms fail
As pre-monsoon drizzles cool and caress the environs
Maia and Laxmi, goddesses of spring, slowly sail
Optimism and adventure spread wings, shushing storm's sirens.
My human form moulded to be born in May merriment
My conscience and consciousness cascade from the divine source.
With the leaven of truth, each word and deed of mine ferment
As the breeze gives breath to this month, love becomes my life force.
Adele, Will Arnett, Megan Fox, and Lenny the Kravitz
How sweet, Rabindranath Tagore too, bloomed in this season!
The labourers, who still are suffering for their birthrights
If He's made me a Mayborn, doesn't God have his reason?
As graces of fruitfulness reach the zenith of goodness
May the almighty, day by day, lead me towards fullness!
God gave Adam the right to name all the creatures of the world.
On yesterday, 12/02/2016, a little bug appeared on our lamp table.
I did not know his name, so I gave him one and called him Buggy.
When I saw Buggy, my first thought was that he did not belong in my house, and instinctively I squatted him softly. He was slightly wounded, but I decided to let him live. I also decided to continue my reading and forgot about him.
About 10 to 15 minutes later, I looked in the direction I last saw him, and he was gone. I then inspected the environs of the lamp table and spotted him in the web of a spider, being prepared and processed for the spider’s own purpose. This was getting pretty interesting to me though not so much for Buggy. So I reached for my magnifying glass for a closer view.
After a period of probing the ‘wild kingdom scene’, I think that ‘spider man’ spotted me. I cannot think of another reason for him to up and leave his prey. I then freed Buggy from the web and returned him to the lamp table. After several hours, I thought about him and checked on his whereabouts; but Buggy was nowhere to be found.
I thought that was my last encounter with Buggy, but it was not.
The next morning, my wife informed me that she encountered a bug crawling on her as she sat in the chair next to the lamp table. Yes, it was Buggy; but by that point, his longevity had run its course.
I had rescued Buggy once from my wrath and again from the dinner table of the spider. But unfortunately, I was not available to intercede for Buggy when he encountered my wife. All I could say was, ‘Goodbye Buggy’.
12022016 cj PS