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Before rising from bed this morning, there were teary eyes with
this sense of loss. It was not a loss by death but by separation.
I was struck with thoughts of friends I've met in my lifetime,
whom to most I have had to sadly say goodbye with little
hope of seeing them again.
I know that I am not alone, but there is a word that has followed
me for a lifetime, and there are times I wish it would cease.
I remember friends from early childhood that I grew up with.
All of us were separated after high school and have remained so.
None of my childhood friends nor high school class mates has become
life-long friends. I do not know if such is abnormal, but the older I become,
the more it seems to 'get next to me'. This 'cycle of the circle being broken'
is the story of my life. But I'm good, and I get by with lots of help from
my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Life forces us to 'come to terms with 'matter of fact' realities.
All along the way, a whole new 'world of friendships' develops.
If our lives have been ones of mobility, that world becomes vast.
New languages and dialects, new challenges, characters, cultures,
and ethnicities, new time zones, climates, and weather systems.
If we are willing to grow, the tears of goodbyes will dry, and a new
world of fresh friendships will unfold like colorful flower gardens.
'Goodbye', that dreaded 7-letter word will forever be a
precious memory, but it will slowly fade like a passing
season, making time and space for a new one.
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To All Who Gave Their Lives
Far across the seas, they went, to keep this great land ….safe and free.
I was just a wee bit of a girl, decades ago.I was born the week of the Anschluss.
Hitler, mad with power, many Americans, volunteered to serve, many gave
up their happy lives and many never came back
But I tell you what, nobody ran around hating our fellow Americans!
We had parades and were a God fearing people. We never heard of a New World Order. Today…the entire planet in disorder.
I remember the blackouts. All lights had to be turned off. We had to sit in the dark. It was a drill, if ever the enemy were to come here.
I’d take my teddy bear with me. We would sit in the air raid shelter. I could only see the stars winking at me.
Hitler was planning on doing America in, also.
Luckily our nation’s brave soldiers, and that of our Allies ended that.
When evil men, anywhere, try to destroy our rights and Constitutional freedoms, we must fight back.
Now, things are far worse. We have a number of world powers trying to do us in. I rarely see gratitude for living here…the media seems to have learned from Hitler…just lie!
In the last two years, we now have weaponized government against all and raided homes., and break our rights.
Censorship was Hitler’s specialty. And is going on today. Good people are illegally jailed.
Criminals are not only freed but made into gods and saints!
I did not grow up in an America being told it is hateful.
Nor was I told God’s laws are cancelled. But they are in every way.
Life was so different when I was young….it was sane!
There is only one flag of the United States for all of us, no matter our ethnicities!
Otherwise, all those who died for us, did die in vain.
It’s up to us, to see that they did not.
Speak up when you see evil.
The government was created for your freedom long ago. You are not their property,
Nor your children.
The rise of anti-Semitism is growing. And lately, attacks on Catholic Churches.
A beautiful statue of Father Junipero Serra has been destroyed! These are hate crimes and should be treated as such.
Don’t be silent in your poetry. Marigolds and rainbows will not save this country..and if lunatics run it…then it’s on our bac!
In memory of all who served and died for you, poet.
Panagiota Romios
5/29/2023
Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive. Scramble bustle earth's
ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony
Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.
See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast
Great city, your hecatombs
Of underground trains
Roar scream in
Hodge-podge graffiti attire
Fat fuming brattling buses
Grunt their huffpuffs,
And nervous cars scissorcut
Impatiently betwixt tarred and
Cemented streets
August and capacious
Ferruminated grey glass and steel
Towers--Aeeries in obeisance to the
Heavens, erupt in anabasis at the azure
Pearly welkin,
Humming diapasons of marvelous
Melismatic tunes
A gallimaufry of cacaphony and
Sweet sounds--the
Great Metropolis persistently
Thrives.
Streets adorned with sylph fashion
Models, conute churls, street
recrement--dazed and forgotten men,
Enticing shuck and jive
Blandishing street vendors,
Natty brujo business gentry
With their helotry on a
Ferris wheel of daily
Triumphs and defeats and
Cheeky mendicants
Shuffle along allegro vivace
Howling chorus songs amidst a
Torrent of raining dollars and
Coins floating in the skies over
The brazen metropolis.
Snuffling restaurants like hives
Humbuzz the grandiloquence,
Pithy slang and sententious
Persiflage of the day.
A truly syncratic parley
Of passions sentient
Of crimes basilic
Of arts sacerdotal and gratuitous
Of fashions arabesque and outre
Of plays frivolous and profound
Of music sericeous and truculent
Of money pursuits solonic
Of loves ascendant and descentdant
Of rejections mournful and joyous
An e'er persisting cha-cha-cha and
Boogie-woogie of the fierce
Bustling bubbling bold city,
Pendulumming pandaemoniums and
Resolutions, day
Upon pertinatious day.
David John Hart 2003 USA
Methinks resurgence of wakefulness
after bewitching hour i.e. midnight
quickly dissipating before dawn
quasi baptism regarding
preternatural soulful immersion
amidst spiritus mundi
foretaste awaiting expiration
regarding corporeal being
yours truly approaching mortality,
despite atheistic predilections
mine consciousness anointed
amist pantheon renown authors
analogous to dead poet society
ephemerally, fleetingly, gloriously
rejuvenated injecting inspiration
channeling, kindling, tindering
divine ethereal effervescence
allowing, enabling, proffering
exquisite jubilant outlook,
albeit phenomenal, quintessential, surreal
flash dancing unbelievable arabesque
spellbinding one garden variety
no name brand mortal
with dizzying evocative
silent springing summer
re: August gifted wordsmiths
avast swath of diverse
literary creative minds
amalgamation spanning
representative creeds, ethnicities,
genders, nationalities, religions...
disembodied spirits
peacefully commingling
immortal legendary outsize resplendent
universally vaunted writers
inaccessible to communicate
become linkedin while
this body (me) electrified
with sensory awareness
merely sneak preview
after life coming attractions,
nonetheless spark zealousness
to hone poetic craftsmanship
never approaching supreme
talent these masters endowed
yet also aspiring
to tamp down intimidation
beholding gold standard
benchmarked excellence
no matter mine deft
flourishes with English language
never earns raves
still enjoyment arises
enamored with kickstarting
indulging reverence expressing
emotions, thoughts, yearnings...
thru milieu courtesy
twenty six symbols,
where dictionary equals Bible
said tome in tandem with thesaurus
treasure trove of untold delight
and affinity since boyhood
until...corporeal flesh
attains posthumous summons.
Like Jesus’ invitation to his disciples: ‘follow me,’
I feel that there’s a voice within that calls me,
amid some doubts and worries that bother me;
I can sense God’s wonder in His own mysterious way.
It’s a free choice that draws me closer to what He means,
service and testimony to my brothers and sisters;
with the cross that symbolizes a way of living,
my hope and consolation that leads me to keep going.
As God’s disciple, there’s always a challenge to wrestle with
a motley of assortment, a barrage of issues to deal with,
I know that they aren’t easy and comparatively a remedy;
but real challenges that make me brace for another turn.
While relationship takes its centerpiece in every movement,
there’s only in retrospect do I recognize values that complement;
humility in the context of service where Jesus Christ appears –
a classic model, a living testament that knows no difference
among cultures or ethnicities with a hodgepodge of colors.
These are significant answers with a great deal of who we are,
we may be Chinese, Filipinos, Malaysians or whoever we are;
our race, identity, culture, and personality may be combined,
to seek peace and justice in what we are called to understand.
There’s a line that says: ‘he stood tall but not above people,’
reminds me of so many people who offered their lives in troubles;
their journey of faith and struggles to cope with relationships,
embody selflessness with inner insight and human sacrifice.
Their triumphs and failures mold them to advance in wisdom,
some seek guidance and opportunity to learn what life is all about
along with the road map that each has his own quest of love
like a global word that’s deemed with respect and sacredness.
Poetry is... Art
by Amy Swanson
Poetry comes in all
shapes
sizes
colors
surprises
varieties
lengths
flavors
styles
About all kinds of
feelings
thoughts
emotions
moods
people
foods
societies
animals
nature
It can be
long
short
rhyme
prose
haiku
quatrain
free verse
narrative
sonnet
footle
senryu
tanka
epulaeryu
.... and so many more-!
Poetry's authors are
from everywhere
all ethnicities
women
men
girls
boys
young
old
adults
kids
tall
short
thin
heavy
average
brunette
redhead
blonde
raven-haired
white-haired
gray-haired
or even no-haired
Poetry is
abstract
or
concrete
playful
or
serious
light-hearted
or
strongly stated.
It is about
anything
everything
nothing
and in-between.
It is
word art
from the heart.
It can make you
happy
sad
thoughtful
mad
excited
or even goo-goo eyed!
Poetry ... just is.
There is only one thing
Poetry is not ...
cookie-cutter
same-old-all-the-time-heard-it-all-before
cookie-cutter.
Each verse as unique
as the heart that wrote it
Each line as unique
as the soul that felt it.
And so
simply said:
Poetry is... art.
In A Place Beyond Time and Space
The 9th Realm, Cradle Of Existence Sacral Untainted Place
A Paradox, An Enigma with no Beginning nor End
Beyond the Ultra Violet Ray Forrest lies the Secret Garden
Where Light Gems Bloom in Harmonic Hues, Star Seeds Transfigured Crystals Transcend
Amidst the Glimmering Glade, Stands The Spectral Tree of Light Exhibition
Corded Branches Adorned with Jeweled Leaves, Light Prism Pomegranate Fruits Ripened with Illumination
Great Tree of Light Luster, Supporting Streams of Light Boughs In Coordinated Sequency
Laden With Rubies, Emeralds, Sapphires, Diamonds, Agates Twinkling Incandescence Frequency
All This Radiance Anchored by the Ancient Tap Root, Sourcing Beams and Rays To Infinite Sinker Fibers
In The Secret Garden, That Exists Universally Ignited by the Root Provider
Although Multitudinous Origins Spurred from the Ancient Tree of Light
Some Somber, Polished Shine, while Others Beam Bright
Macrocosmically Integrated, Beings of Light, Genesis Of Immortality Undiluted Purity
Flourishing Within and Without All Existence, We are Beacons, Contained Jeweled Energy
Traversing the Realms of Shadows, Some Far removed for Mundane Delicacies and Fading Fantasies
Albeit, Regardless of Doctrines, Cultural Beliefs, Man Made Ethnicities and Dull Egotistical Heresies
In A Place Within Where We Connect to the Great Light Tree, Jeweled Lamps We are Ignited By Cabled Roots of Light Inextinguishably.
Black, white, asian and chinese,
are so called terms to describe people correct politically,
The N word and all other terms for degrading ethnicities,
are used to define people others hate in a manner most offensively.
All are offensive terms to use to describe anybody,
whether they are racial slurs or terms correct politically,
because all those terms do is re enforce the differences of everybody,
and does not re enforce the scientific fact that we are all the same genetically.
We are not only all the very same specie,
we are all related to one another genetically globally.
We are all for the most part cousins removed for generations directly,
making all of us one literal worldwide dysfunctional family.
You need not be a KKK member or even a white supremacist,
to qualify today to be a bonified racist,
all you need to be is someone who still believes in the "race" concept,
which science has proved does not exist among any of us.
If you look at others as being different, you are contributing to racism,
but I believe that harmony will occur when people start realizing,
that we are all just a bunch of the same homos, *****sapiens,
the only specie recorded with a direct connected genetic family strain.
As long as people continue to see each other differently and not the same,
we will always be living on some level, great or small, of practicing racism.
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If your national and ethnic loyalties cannot understand other views of YOU, how are u better than Putin & his supporters?
Study ethnoi, ethnicity, nationalism ... And European wars (numerous) even under the Church - plus the CRUSADES, and we are just as right & WRONG as Hitler, Saddam Hussein & Vlad Putin. Yeah! Did Vietnam War reveal ignorance about nationalism, communism, or anti- imperialism? More?
II
America got one thing right: you may have various ethnicities, but there is one Nation. But USA had to fight empires (French, British, Native American) to create this enlightened nationalism under European experience. Sad, the Native Americans had little european-style experience of State violence (militarisation)
III
Indian, Bangladeshi, and Pakistani nationalism shows ANCIENT PEOPLE - ONE CULTURE can crash on the rocks of rather new, modern language and religion. First we divide on religion, then the same faith-peopke divided again. Pakistan and Bangladesh broke up Pakistan (in the 1970s) & went to war on one base called linguistic nationalism (think Belgium!)
IV
Knee-jerk reactions to fellow poets is not a healthy poetry site. Do we promote Jingoism? Another word for ethnocentrism? That's why BLACK LIVES MATTER surfaces with opposing hate back & forth, not much communication
Summary: Nationalism gives off much heat and hate, not much light.
Behold the varied colours in the sky
within the forms of clouds see golds and greys.
Each day they change before the gazing eye;
from dawn to dusk they constantly amaze.
Evolving through the spangled universe
our God of love creates them so diverse.
Above the atmosphere the heavens display
a host of stars and planets, comets too;
a spread of constellations in array
where distant galaxies are born anew.
Evolving through the spangled universe
our God of love creates them so diverse.
Around us spreads the natural world of plants;
some creatures hidden, some with colours bright,
as through the changing seasons they enhance
a range of habitats for our delight.
Evolving through the spangled universe
our God of love creates them so diverse.
We too are creatures in God's image made
of varied colour, race, ethnicities.
Let's live in harmony and unafraid
to fête our different personalities.
Evolving through the spangled universe
our God of love creates us so diverse.
Dear God of many attributes we learn
from what our Saviour Jesus taught and showed.
In reaching out to those whom many spurn
he drew them to your fold, a blessed abode.
With them we seek the joys of paradise
where all are held within the love of Christ.
Tune: 10 10. 10 10. 10 10, Sibelius, Finlandia