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Digging into and detecting deep roots gives me a thrill.
Though raking up the foregone quarrels is a tiresome drill,
Values I have lost in the name of modernization,
Traditions that, like ancient hills, succumbed to damnation...
Should threads of exuberant cultures be quickly broken?
Isn't repristination an existential token?
These broken vessels of my ancestors... these torn garments,
Each has its fingerprints of involvements and debarments.
Would the spirit hovering around these yet be chased out?
Don't these cups that touched their lips have an endless silhouette?
Each rusted shoe of lost horses has tall tales to tell.
Of curses of petty kingdoms and kings, that, on them fell...
The processes and procedures of progress proceed fast.
Changes, as though perpetually changeless, seem to last.
Temples, mosques, churches, synagogues, Jinjas—what else is left?
Towers, bridges, forts, ramparts, glamorously cleaving clefts
Quality and quantity have, now, quickly shaken hands.
Don't, yet, covertly clouded hopes construct castles on sands...
Thick layers of dust and dirt constrict entire peripheries,
of principles of pristine prophetic epiphanies;
These should be removed! Truths, like the galaxies, should brightly shine.
May past foundations pave fraternal paths for a sacred shrine;
May virtues, values, and visions fill the veins of the past,
Flow flawlessly through blood vessels, cells, and the heart at last!
0' the dawn is here for a new day,
Looking to the horizon of the meadow
The sun is just starting to peek its rays
Gleaming brightly into the skies above.
There's a slight breeze filling the air,
Drifting flawlessly across the skies
Two-morning doves gave a kiss of cooing
Perch high up on a branch in the pine.
A couple of squirrels chase one another.
Around and around the tree they go
You can hear them chattering
As if they were playfully laughing.
The trees look fresh green in the light,
You can almost smell the sap in the pines
The mighty oak, towering into the sky
Soaking up the morning sun's essence.
Tomorrow's, are never assured to us daily,
But, I'm humbled by His graciousness
Allowing me another day to live renewed
Starting the day with a clean slate.
The love and beauty of nature and human life,
It renews itself each day by the grace of our creator
Another chance to see a new sunrise and sunset
Illustrating its temperament colorings day and night.
Anchored in the Aura of your loyalty, the
Breathtaking mood you enhance in me, for I
Cannot fathom the length of your love
Definitely not enveloped in envy but care
Every time that phone rings you race to it
Fervently like a worship, in offerings
Garnished with sacrifices and praises
Hammered by my hypnotic smile you hug
In, triggered by my endangering tear you
Jug ruthlessly into its source, instilling
Kindness and knowledge endlessly
Like a rugged professor, family is not
Mostly drawn out of blood, you have stood
Needlessly in my heart, because the bond
Overcomes every thorn that pierces our soul
Preciously evacuating every dead ash laying
Quietly in my heart, you have genuinely and
Relentlessly proven you are worth a million
Size too enormous to spill, your support
Tenaciously clench my wrist like a pillar of
Unraveling mysteries. You share vital
Visions and make us run with it like thieves.
Wondering amid primrose you glisten like
Xanthopetals, serenading your bloom
Yet unmarred flawlessly in Perihelion, let your
Zestful being be celebrated for being a true friend.
Here’s an often overlooked fact I’m sure many parents would concede:
The larger a family grows…and extends…the more Tupperware you need!
Yes, there’s an easy way to tell when your family dynamic is changing…
that has nothing to do with genes and chromosomes…
When your family comes to dinner…it’s the amount of leftovers they’re taking home.
When the children are young…any food left uneaten
goes into the refrigerator I presume….
where it waits patiently (hopefully not too long) until it is consumed.
This system works flawlessly for a long time…that is until the day
the children grow up…and it is time for them to move away.
Here there is an unspoken rule…a tacit guideline all parents try hard to meet:
When our children and grandchildren visit…we offer them more food than they can eat.
Which means, when they all come to dinner…
once the evening’s over and they head out to their cars
the leftovers, neatly packaged, will go into their refrigerators…not ours.
At our latest family dinner…another grandchild let it be known…
he will be moving into an apartment…finally living on his own.
Which left Deborah and I smiling…once again aware…
that the next time we get together
not only will we need to make more food…
we’ll need more Tupperware.
His take off, proceeded flawlessly
With just a bounce or two
While pulling back on the stick
He rose into the blue
Just minutes in his fateful flight
He imagined he was home
Not sitting in this canvas coffin
Flying all alone
But rather in his garden
His wife brings lemonade
His children sing a song for him
As they run and jump and play
A smile seemed to crease his face
His eye produced a tear
Forgetting that he was an ace
He dreamed of yesteryear
He wanted just to travel home
And see his loves once more
If he could turn this plane around
And fly it to their door
But duty called and so it was
He answered in a fashion
But never, forgot his other vows
Of Love and pain and passion
His grip relaxed upon the stick
His plane lost altitude
Briefly he was lost in time
When something broke the mood
Lady of the Lake ! dualism incarnate
I await your keen Sword of Truth
to pointedly give life to mine deflate
Powers alpha to omega you shine
a full moon gazes, opening floodgates
self-sufficient you rise expanded
from depths unknown impersonal
my portals are unfastened
Lady of the Lake ! fertile and clear
I hear your echoes eerily dear
call flawlessly circling like bait
silvery skin scintillating prepared
I sit on my throne casting away
shadows, warriors waiting instructions
as enemies encroach our land
Lady of the Lake ! balanced and stable
tresses of black beauty no fable
flow into waters protective, no fear
darkened in cobalt blue charming
in visions profound alarming lies
sought answers to my kingship
threatened, your flowing rhythm
a magnetic prism for field schisms
Lady of the Lake ! logic and reason
galaxies glitter gloriously in your season
upon your crown intellect sparkles
as mists of Avalon surround ethereal
framed by cypresses devout
my eyes aflame imperial to
but be tamed by yours arterial
Lady of the Lake ! epitome of
self-sufficient confidence
I cannot govern this kingdom
of mine without your guiding Grace
and Sword of Ace ~
my own Excalibur lies inert
awaiting your minute magical touch
a hush of lake lush, Love spiritualised
activating my solar spleen sweet
from your sacral springs I glean
Lady of the Lake ! my mythical
extension ! send your nuanced
breath with ripples of midnight
frequencies that it may light my
spurs with ease, legacies of
Arthurian courage to conquer
once more with ease
Leave me not forlorn to compromise
bereft of your naked waters wise
I wait your one pointed steady steel
my portals unfastened ________
Everyone enjoys cruising easy street
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock
Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour
Diverting your good vibes off track
Unsure if you will be able to endure
Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar
So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core
The sky was limpid, and the sun rose splendidly.
When I urged ardent nature to pen, it did so swiftly.
Scarcely note the key themes that interest you.
Every ultimate bit of it, except for alive human outdo.
Nature said this with a whimsical smile on her face.
Something is I've tossed gently on the glossy surface.
I carefully cleared a major, fruitless stretch of land.
To heave you up and grasp you a tarnished hand.
"We embrace it as an image of regard," she said.
Otherwise, flawlessly talk about ideas and spread.
Some stamp their eager feet, while others shudder.
The rhythm serves a fantastic selection and splutter.
Gracious, devoted mother!" "What has you so angry?"
However, you will shape a verse, not bow and rusty.
You'll soon observe a stylish and vibrant atmosphere.
Nobody to hurt or convey, that's blood blasphemer.
Mother, I'm sorry for the errors we've bombed.
And I'm very sure it won't get a standing to applaud.
We sincerely apologize for damaging your outfit.
I joyfully promise we won't make the same misfit.
Please, dear child, set down your passionate weeping.
All this old lady need obtain gentle care and loving.
We all commit errors, but we must learn from them.
That's why you're my finest triumph! In this realm.
Written: November 20, 2021
a chill ...
not on skin - to marrow
if but for the frigid air
a horrid pattern would trace my cheek
though not nearly as horrid
as the one that faces me upon the glass
it is quite beautiful in shape
hemmed with
frost crystals like Guipure Lace
the letters formed perfectly ...
I wonder, am I the first?
did you practice scribing it flawlessly
backward just for me,
or is this your common “out”?
oh, if I was yet a plastic figure -
how divine!
no heart to rend
no trembling hands to hide
just a fake little man stuck in a snow globe
dreamy flakes falling like lashes
with just a simple shake …
plastic man with a
happy castle and cresh behind
oh, if only ...
then this callous word
you've scratched
that drips and freezes into
beauty on the window between us
would be naught but
Christmas fun
instead ...
of a farewell.
just sitting outside
chewing on this gum till i cramp up
the stress of going through it with you is making me drown in my own flatulence
i can barely walk, and i feel myself sinking without the help of feeling
then the tears come
i collapse gracelessly, and then the fears come
every catalog in the library of me contains information that is unmarked
here i am with a million footprints all over until an adequate description of tattoo tattletale
love was supposed flow flawlessly in flamboyant flight
love was supposed to be the epitome of fascinating free fall
however love has left me....just sitting outside
out goes the man, and in comes the boy who cries when he does not get his way
i sit indian style on the damp grass like i am playing duck duck goose
i do not know if i will ever stand up again
you see, i was standing at my most erect when you were here as wood to the fireplace of my life
however here i am like repetitive clockwork....just sitting outside
pretending your butt is strategically warming a particular area acting as a sleep aid
the pain of going through it makes me want to put my hand on your heart and stomp you to the ground
however i walk away from this unnecessary scenario in my head
instead i pick myself up off of this damp grass and drag my pathetic self....back to you....
when i get back home i find you sulking with another dose of smeared makeup teardrop coffee....just sitting around