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When I was a young lad in elementary school,
I was an underachiever, and that wasn’t cool.
Not for my teachers, my parents, or classmates so cruel,
Echoing, “No, that’s wrong, do it again!”
But no matter how I strained, I just couldn’t win.
The pressure, the teasing, none of it helped.
My mind stayed off-track, my confidence shelved.
A big test tomorrow… what would I do?
Why bother studying? Why bother? What’s the use?
“You’ll strain your brain, go insane, and fail this one too.”
But I tried again, took out book, paper, and pen,
And made yet another attempt at my failing studying.
I don’t know how it happened, but suddenly it did:
I began to write in rhyme, every paragraph, every tidbit.
I took the printed words and reshaped them in time,
Rewriting, revising, turning lessons into rhyme.
And when it was time to sleep, the echoes filled my mind.
Soft rhythms drifting gently, leaving anxiety behind.
I hadn’t felt that relaxed in such a long time.
At my desk the next morning, pen at the ready,
My teacher placed the final exam before me, steady.
For the very first time, I looked at the test, smiled wide,
And tackled that sucker confidently, with nothing to hide.
Question after question, no hesitation, no fear,
Each answer flowed clearer with every idea.
Then came the essay… but all I could think was rhyme,
So I translated my verses into prose more aligned
With the average reader’s everyday mind.
“Time’s up. Pens down.” Tests collected, graded, stored.
Tomorrow we’d learn who’d move on, and who’d stay back one grade more.
The next morning my teacher returned each test one by one,
Praising some students loudly, scolding others when done.
Then she placed mine on my desk, staring at me in dismay.
“See me after class,” she said. “Something is wrong here today.”
She paused, confused, unsure what to say…
"Congratulations," she said to me suspiciously, “You got an A.”
Time comes un-ushered when the organs fail to function
in their normal healthy fashion, and the miserable mind
gets dragged with the diseased body into abyss of ailment,
as the course of modern medicine loses the prescribed way.
At the edge of hope when the helpless mind sorely gets
the unmistakable signal of the beginning of the end,
it surrenders to the benevolent power of the Almighty,
prays for the miraculous results of divine intervention.
In the darkness of opaque nights the tormented life finds
in the wilderness the winding path illumined by His light.
Soul sinks in the sea of infinite faith in the supreme savior
to know that the creator’s grace protects what He creates.
As the servile senses perceive the essence of His omnipresence,
the feeling of getting assured protection in His benign shelter
invigorates the mental strength for the destined rejuvenation,
and the body responds to the divine healing touch for revival.
December 6, 2020
Contest : Faith Healer
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
countless hearts and roses fall
for sake of heeding Cupid's call
and yet I fail for phrases, new
imparting, fresh, my "I love you"
(for poets, past, have said it all)
perchance I'll find the words inside
your hazel gaze, quite starry-eyed
the limpid peepers, fair and fierce
that pity, not, the hearts they pierce
(or pulses hurried, far-and-wide)
could be the words hide in your grin
and dance demurely with your chin
coaxed to shine as sound is swirled
much as your smile, to warm a world
(with just a dusted touch of sin)
perhaps the terms lie in your shape
the curves, sublime, to finely drape
that, placed with motion, quite defy
all other grace thus brought to eye
(and leaving countless jaws agape)
might be the phrase lies in your hair
fleece, tawny strands of tresses, fair
or with your skin - so silken, chaste
those unseen places meant to taste
(adorned with only moonlight, rare)
or maybe, found in ALL of these
the words to bring me to my knees
in reverence of the reasons, true
that consecrate the wonder, YOU
(and set my sifting heart at ease)
but, I think I'm more apt to find
the words to say how you’re refined
in things that senses can't impart -
the YOU that dwells within your heart
so caring, thoughtful, sure, and kind ...
bright sense-of-humor - artful mind
of dark and light and grey, combined
with heart and soul, thus intertwined
and ALL that I have e'er consigned -
yes, NOW my words ...
are VALENTINED.
What will matter in a hundred years,
To us, then past these earthen tears?
What will be our legacy,
Who will care? What will they see?
This journey we are on in life,
The joys, the tears, the current strife,
Will all be past, and all be done,
Ten decades past this current one.
What will we leave when earthen jars,
Are emptied of these souls of ours,
Though we dwell among the stars,
What legacy? Of love? Or wars?
Peace! They cried, the nations roared,
Will they unite in one accord?
Will friendships flail behind the veil,
Can love prevail?
Or will we fail.
A beating heart in earthen vase,
A common thread, a human race.
We hope, we care, we love, we share.
Send a ray, a hope, a flare,
In these days of deep despair,
Maybe somehow, and somewhere,
It will bloom in the world there
If presently, love will allow,
For them, one century from now.
For even when we're done and gone,
The world spins, time marches on.
What legacy? A world of clashes?
God forbid, it's not just ashes.
To them then, here's to love not hate,
Shine loves light, it's not too late.
Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.
Yet, if love invites synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation evokes compassion's transregeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together
as ecological We?
Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-investment,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehension,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating
doubly unbinding timeless spaciousnest
patterned mystery
absent of color
flowing free love intention.
If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and AnthroNature's bicameral perception i
s 2-dimensional line
and 4-dimensioned time
recreating bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating binomial yintegrity
reiterating communicating neuro-processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;
Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.
Universal Anthro-cultural
verbal power of co-governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate
climatic health,
co-gravitational integrity of wealth,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked 1-power conjoins dark yin-time 0-rations,
shy bigendering romantic convex/concave camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial
gift-it-forward
Age of co-binary Aquarius.
To know that you know, shakes fragile ground
under what's unanswerable
crying out for the answers
to why this—that occurs
we bridge the gap with
a mythical
solution
put in
charge
here
there
ceding control
to omniscient servitude.
We know we can't master storms nor fate
nor read the grammar of seasons.
So we summon intention
to order the chaos
from the know-it-all
we put in charge,
we can name,
blame and
damn
as
cause
for all the gaps
in our shortfall of knowings.
We see how causes fail, fall away
as our knowledge and learning grows.
With the mystical dwindling
to explain, it recedes
into the background
left to beliefs
held by faiths
yearning
to
be
made
a whole being
spiritually complete.
Life as we know it comes to a halt
as Rain, king of April, begins his reign.
Downpours, thunderstorms and hurricanes
create chaos as he jerks our chains.
Wreaking havoc and major assault
each day is unique when Rain takes the reins.
With pitter patter or thunderous strains
he writes inclement music with refrains.
Over-swelling river banks to a fault
his work is often known to flood.
When raindrops chase raindrops in cold blood,
the clearest of streams now flow with mud.
Much like a spoiled prince's strong will,
King Rain's temper begins to bawl
with torrents of hail and sudden squall.
Ev'n weathermen's best fail to call.
Because pet plans have gone downhill,
the wee folk in our midst complain,
"Rain, rain, go away." don't come again;
as May shuts down the realm of rain.
And when summer's drought brings overkill,
King Rain still boasts, he holds the reins.
He claims that he empties water mains,
hoarding his resources, causing pains.
written April 1, 2017
24 lines
Written using the title for entering contest. Too bad only one poem can be entered. I entered "Lies" already.
I judge humanity sitting upon a golden throne,
I'm looking down at those who think they're safe
in their little wold full of lies and slime never looking up.
Questions upon questions attempting to find Truth.
Shall i send them to hell for their deeds?
Were they doing wrong to safe the day?
Can good intentions still be wrong?
Did they commit atrocious acts in my name?
Is truth not known defined by what's intended?
Do they think Truth is not simply what is believed?
Does a lie believed is still a lie?
Can a Truth be privately known but when its told its called a lie?
Is Truth what makes people feel good?
Can good intentions still be wrong?
Is perception to be believed?
What of those who fail to acknowledge my son or me?
I say to all that I am Truth and Love though some have
based their beliefs on who they think I am.
Even those in charge to honor me condemn those
who are my children.
Those who believe that I must judge humanity do not
know Me. I say to all that I don't judge humanity for
I Love them without condition.
How I see the world from my perspective!
People Or human beings! We are funny creatures? We are made up of a fatty material with a liquid that keeps our moving parts ticking over! We are born with our unique body and we are given our soul and psyche over time! Some of us through circumstances? Sometimes of our own making? sometimes not of our making? We can upgrade our parts and give ourselves a personal look A new nose, new breasts, new face, new teeth. But you cannot change your spirit. No matter how hard you try to be something else? The interior always remains the same! Although a false interior doesn't make you any better than the people you are trying to impress?! This can make us a good person? Sometimes not so good! We treat people on our merits not theirs? We either like a person for their beliefs or politics! And we judge them based on our own! We believe we are fundamentally good, even when we are bad. But because of our inabilities to see our faults we discover only everyone else's! I am the worse person of this crime? But because I am human? I have a choice! I will always make the wrong decisions But, I will admit a mistake and try? But always fail to improve myself! So if I wrong you! Any of you? Remember Its OK to be human but its not OK to be disrespectful..
I may never say “I LOVE YOU”! But it doesn't mean I don't feel it! I have a hard interior! A prison of my own making. And, I hold the keys to the door. You can come up to the bars and talk to me? But it will always take a special person to get me to unlock the door. And if I open that door? You will find a world of richness and Truth..
Diesel fumes soar through the air
Venturing from South towards the West
Riding the rails without fail
Around the mountainous bends
The valleys and rivers below
Maneuvering through trees of forest among the hiking trails
The Sun beacons in peeks of shades among the trees
The theme “GO WEST YOUNG MAN” being a mission follow through
Station after station
Taking the scenic route of America’s best
Intermittent views that parallel with the train windows
Endless miles into the destination to arrive
Splendid majestic mountains high
Open space as far as the eyes can see
Scenes of America’s landscape
Travel Pursue
Major cities and towns of America’s neighbors
Once upon still establishing in the present
The smell of Diesel flows through each passenger car
The sunset Limited has travelled far
Conversating passing the time to other fellow passengers aboard
Strangers at first then friends thereafter
The Sunset Limited fulfills its promise
Journeying on without delay
The thought of the west and how it was won
The Wild Wild West back in history
Reliving the train historical phases
When stagecoaches and Indians were the focus of western heritage
The sun beams and shines over the silver causing shadows
The night assures restful sleep
As one ventures, their souls to keep
The four days have awakened our eyes
Los Angeles, we have arrived
City of Hollywood full of entertainment
A week to view and tour
Sunset Limited was a follow through
In Los Angeles, there is lots to do.