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I know well of a cat's ear, eye, nose, teeth, coat, paws and claws,
Do I know, what's behind its look and mysterious pause?
I know a dog's acute sense of smell; muscles and fingers,
Do I know what's going-on when he quietly lingers?
I see my neighbor-child stand exuberantly leaping,
I stand in awe, when, within seconds, I see him weeping...!
Fair or black or tanned skins - with smiles show human externals,
Soft or hard or kind or cruel - who, knows, their internals?
Streams and lakes seem silent and gentle, surface still and calm,
Within, hurling currents and whirlpools, don't they, sometimes, harm...?
Seas and oceans have treasures abundant; who, knows, how much?
Midst greed to collect these, who has dared their bottom to touch...?
Stars are matters of joy; we count them; do we know the whole?
Puzzles of constellations and galaxies touch each one's soul...!
Is rhythm of universe and cosmos, fully explored?
In their elegant contours what a mystical concord...?
Faith and theologies talk of God, who is he or she?
Hill or vale or human form - how he or she looks to be...?
Death I know; grave and coffin too; there from where will I go?
Does sun glow there? Breeze blows? Snow falls? Rains with squall? What I know...???
18 August 2022
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
In life's unfolding, through this transient phase,
I witness kin and friends succumb to age's haze.
The pain and agony of their loss, echo in our hearts,
Time may heal, but leaves indelible, mental charts.
Existence's truth, beyond forms that fade,
Resides eternal, where souls find peace displayed.
Thoughts and beliefs, like shadows, fleet on meadows,
Inconstant companions in life's fleeting shows.
Of cosmic flows, our understanding's small,
Yet an inner child within, resiliently stands tall.
Through ebb and flow, in life's uncertain play,
The inner child's laughter persists, a guiding ray.
Unbound by temporal, nor transient glow,
In the eternal realm, its gifts continue to bestow.
Within the stillness, where silence gently hums,
A core untouched by the world's beating drums.
Not in externals, but in the soul's own clay,
The essence of our being finds its sway.
She's grown old
Having norished many a soul
Leaving her imprints on a stroll
Dispensing knowledge, never to fold
Many have been sheltered from the cold
Inside her strong walls, I was once enclosed
And encouraged to be courageous and bold
Taught to read, write, and do the math,
Preparing me for life's stormy path
Her externals are aged and unsightly
Yet she stands lovingly and waves politely
Her internals portray battles for survival,
And being held together with bolts and rods,
She's very much alive and thrives
She engenders memories of sadness and joy
Reminding me of experiences when just a boy.
With a reddish tin-top roof, she sits by the road
Where she's resided for more than a century.
There are still future stories yet to be told about
The little country church in a little southern town.
Democracy..
Starting with Democracy as the Light of our life as community and nation..
Democracy as Equality stands in our founding days..and point to the recognition
Of Who we are..These words..based in our Declaration..were followed by our
Constitution which was the first Limitation placed on our real Identity.
Democracy recognizes Equality as its substance..All are created equal..which
Is a stumbling block for those with a focus on the doings..the externals..which
Color our everyday lives..When the externals are found to be fleeting and illusory..
And the root of much suffering..There is a chance one might recognize Equality
As the Reality we are..Failing this recognition brings the history we have been
Taught in our schools..First the Constitution recognized these failings..Laws
Restrained lives which..living in desperation..quiet and not..so to allow a
Community known as a nation..The externals in the Constitutional beginning
Were extensive..slavery and women's status..were dark coverings of Democracy..
Our History has recorded the slow progress of removing some of these
Coverings..With setbacks..which offer lessons for the days we are now living..
in spring, we take birth
mindfully enjoying in mirth
summer doth create
heat of passion we procreate
then comes autumn bright
shedding everything, we feel light
in the winter of life
barren, we shiver in strife
there's beauty in each season
everything created with reason
we go through seasons
without thinking of reasons
why we are here on earth?
why of miseries there's no dearth?
purpose of life we never unearth!
we flow along with breeze
in winter we freeze
attached to externals, life is spent
in barren winter, we lament
in summer egoistic sun shines bright
in winter snow humbles its might
in spring green trees sing their glory
in autumn barren is their story
all we have is gifted to us
it will one day leave us
every day new season brings
tells us transient are things
on us our happiness depend
every moment intelligently spend
doth bestow a joyous end
without any bend
seasons ever in transition
enjoying each should be our mission
purpose of dynamic creation
our exhilarating recreation
23.08.2021
BS1
Democracy..
Starting with Democracy as the Light of our life as community and nation..
Democracy as Equality stands in our founding days..and point to the recognition
Of Who we are..These words..based in our Declaration..were followed by our
Constitution which was the first Limitation placed on our real Identity.
Democracy recognizes Equality as its substance..All are created equal..which
Is a stumbling block for those with a focus on the doings..the externals..which
Color our everyday lives..When the externals are found to be fleeting and illusory..
And the root of much suffering..There is a chance one might recognize Equality
As the Reality we are..Failing this recognition brings the history we have been
Taught in our schools..First the Constitution recognized these failings..Laws
Restrained lives which..living in desperation..quiet and not..so to allow a
Community known as a nation..The externals in the Constitutional beginning
Were extensive..slavery and women's status..were dark coverings of Democracy..
Our History has recorded the slow progress of removing some of these
Coverings..With setbacks..which offer lessons for the days we are now living..
Hoping to acquire daily integrity
she shopped for appropriate night time analogies
Conscious through correlational ecological relationships
he was found rooting through ancient creation theology
She felt Goddess light
through changing internal enrichment
in dialectal process development
becoming analogous spirited Beauty.
He knew God
as exterior natural,
yet interior spiritual,
unchanging universal Being
theology of TrueLight.
Mindful of diverse
yet universal Goddess bling
She curiously gathered harmonic spirits Bright
Conscious of externals
decomposing dark loss through fight
He courageously shattered polypathic night
Seeking inductive mysteriously changing climates,
internal with external,
Yet settling for deductive history of weather decomposition.
God creates weather
If we don't like thunderous patriarchal theology
we might wait ten minutes.
She will climate heal more,
heel less.
Secular disenchantment
greets Sacred matriarchal decomposition,
ecological deduction and disassociating reduction
newly graces theological green induction
and even wonder's emerging red cameo appearance--
enchanting mysterious aqua-marine seduction
Resilience restoring regeneration
decomposing happier climates
resonant with new theological weather seasons
Redemption's ultra-violet reasons
whether Being ecologically healthy Here
or Becoming theological wealthy wisdom Now.
Focused creation
on far too many changing climate chains,
restoring robust octaves of renovation
Theology's god and goddess Creators:
Ecology's goodness
through healthier cooperative multiculturing climates.
"Short Night of the Dark Christmas"
short night of the dark Christmas
means home alone, for some,
but heck get real,
no one
is truly alone, never,
even when reality conspires
to suggest
otherwise,
close your eyes
open your mind
one sits with the other
invisible
permanent, immovable
the mind mulled again
the externals fixated
titter on
your mind is closed
to their superfluous noise
yet in touch, aware
of higher things
not alone,
no never
alone
inside
one has to always,
give -
happy birthday
dark Christmas
shining star,
removed.
aware
of higher things
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
24.12.23
at Christmas, 2023
“One day, you are going to hug your last hug,
kiss your last kiss and hear someone’s voice
for the last time.
But you never know when the last time will be,
so live every day as if it were the last time
you will be with the person you love.”
“This Christmas,
we don’t need more stuff.
We need more LOVE
towards one another.”
Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun
Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange
Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow
Veiled in twilight…
Placid and limitless, I’ve glimpsed into the frontier in tranquil rapture
Moon aligns sans sun’s bright face
Jolted by twilight…
I coast along a sea of stars juddered wildly
Waves spanning the sky avec abandon
Embraced by star-strewn externals
I leave behind a familiar harbor
Anchored are my temporal remnants down in the terrestrial realm
My spirit soaring, a mirthful lodger I be,
swimming in twilight’s radiance
Its celestial smile shall be the death of me...
embracing star-strewn
crowned external forevers~
we soar the tides dance
There is a place of peacefulness and gentle waves.
I speak not of a hidden tunnel in a lovely cave.
I speak not of heaven, that final place of rest.
It mostly is a state of being when we de-stress.
It may or may not be a physical place,
So evasive and detached from the human race.
But it's a place where we let go and allow tranquility to flow;
Where we pause and learn to poise and start to grow;
Where we cease to be driven and tossed to places of woe.
We light up on the inside, and our externals begin to glow.
It's storming all around, but like Christ, we are quietly sleeping.
We have found our stream of QUIETNESS and assist those yet weeping.