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2/23/21
From May to April
Faithful
Remaining grateful
And thankful
Hiking around with a dog named Hazel
Sometimes watching a movie or something on cable
Got to make the best of it, or else it would be shameful
Far too often people being sour and hateful
Tripping over power in ways that are disgraceful
Occasionally it was painful
At times there was betrayal
Similar to Cain and Abel
Still I sought to bring a lot to the table
Using it effectively instead of being wasteful
Easy to follow or hard to track on any trail
The end result was successful or it failed
I sped around or moved like a snail
Saw it all on a minor or major scale
Laid low like a minnow or moved around like a Blue Whale
Drinking alcohol, water or ginger ale
The real thing not no Fairy-tale
Or old wives' tale
Got to live it up every day, before they put in the final coffin nail
I loss, reached a stalemate or prevailed
Setting sail
For as long as I can, until the outcome is fatal
Stars went out and others grew bright
Never lose sight
All through life
Underneath sunshine and moonlight
Always trying to do right
Regardless of if we are ever able to truly unite
At all times they watch
Folks continually being brain washed
Obsessed and distracted by the playoffs
Instead of individuals around us similar to Adolf
Far too often there is a face-off
Worked out great or it came at a great cost
Wasn't always a straight shot
In and out of areas with more or less than eight cops
Spread out or posted up in the same spot
For Pete's sake
It was easy or difficult taking more than three takes
Near and far from sea snakes
While in and out of the breezeway
As life continues on or begins to decay
Once in awhile I'd have a slice of cheesecake
Close to or nowhere near the seascape
Some never had it, others lost it, and the rest believe with faith
Few generous, most a cheapskate
Among garbage and keepsakes
Occasionally I daydream
Realize it isn't what it always may seem
Would it do us any better if we end up on the same team?
The shaman knew of it's great power.
Of its ability to show the reality of life.
When those demons are driven out.
Breaking the bad habit of living cheap.
Instead living an examined way of life.
In the war of truth and love against sin.
Always a lopsided challenge of ideology.
Well known in the land of masterminds.
As per the Great Gathering of Gratitude.
Where the dying release the propaganda.
And accept the notion that it doesn't end.
The humans are vested in fleshly armor.
Not aware they use it each and every day.
How instinct preserves the power of thought.
To raise up the common man's use of will.
Until we each control ourselves to the end.
To follow a new kind of love relationship.
A love that holds no secrets or false fielty.
Where there are wide eyes and throat lumps.
And a desire to follow the voice of conscience.
To fear not that your life be as an open book.
For the pure of heart is the lighthouse of love.
And has a face like a moment of freshness.
That looks out with still eyes...at nothing.
The Haunted House
Driving with my date at midnight, looking at the August moonlight,
lonely road, no one in eyesight, searching for a place to park.
Off the road a mansion ‘pearing, in the woods, back in a clearing,
all alone this mansion fearing, stands deserted in the dark…
the mansion stands there in the dark.
Vacant now for many ages, rotting as her time turns pages,
legend of her haunting rages, haunting ghosts that oversee.
Eerie winds around are blowing, in the window soft light glowing,
curiosity is growing, soft light beckons us to see…
the soft light calls for us to see.
Feel like we are strangers poaching, on this haunted house encroaching,
front porch creaks as we’re approaching, and the front door open wide.
Through the door now we are heading, on the inside odor shedding,
musty air with dust is spreading, leaving us red blurry eyed…
the dust makes us red blurry eyed.
In our ears there is a droning, down the hall we hear a moaning,
sounding like an old man groaning, leaving us to wonder why.
Down the hallway we go searching, knowing not what evil lurching,
through the door we see there perching, skeleton from days gone by…
bones sitting there from days gone by.
On the floor there is blood pooling, ‘neath the ashen bones so grueling,
such an eerie sight befooling, tell my date to turn and run.
Chasing close behind I follow, for this fear I cannot swallow,
felling like my life is hollow, thinking that my time is done…
I’m feeling like my days are done.
Wake up in a forest clearing, in the sky, sunlight appearing,
from the night my mind is veering, how I got here I don’t know.
Leaving now my gut is churning, don’t think I will be returning,
evil place my mind discerning, wrought with spirits from below…
the evil spirits from below…..
this haunted house has got to go.
August 18, 2018
With the morning begins my day;
Different roles I'm ready to play.
Again and again I am perturbed ,
But nature and emotions are undisturbed.
Silently, without a word, all needs I suffice;
Day to night, unsaid unconditional sacrifice.
What do I gain from all these duties?
Deteriorating my health and my fugacious beauty?
Still, I don't pretend, I take my job seriously;
As a homemaker and a mother, working audaciously.
If I don't follow my virtue as my duty,
Who else do you think will prove their loyalty?
(Rhyme Scheme- aa bb cc dd ee ff)
21/04/2016
P.S. This poem is inspired by my mother who is a diligent homemaker and the best mother on earth.
Phantom Vessel -
Version One
Damaged mind down
down
phantom vessel
distance endless
leaping chasm
between two worlds
no
Slow roll
left-hand take
black marbles
shade side glance
check
Toward
Hoarse Jesus whisper
Listen
No need
No need
hand hold, right
Brother follow
heart hearing
Jesusss.
10 times
Roll away home
Phantom Vessel -
Version Two
His damaged mind
so far down
down
it’s a phantom vessel
an impassable chasm
between us.
Rolling slowly toward me
he takes my left hand
his black eyes
looking side-to-side
checking.
Turns toward me
says “Jesus”
in his hoarse whisper.
“Listen to me
there’s no need for more
no need.”
Holding my right hand now
“Brother
follow your heart
when it says Jesusss.”
He chants “Jesusss”
ten times before
he’s rolled away,
home.
Version One is a crude attempt to write in the "pinyin" form of translation of
Chinese poetry into English:
http://www.chinese-poems.com/bo.html
My poem is not based on translation of an actual Chinese poem. It's just an
experiment.
I very much appreciate the expansion of the categories list, but it neglects
to include such possibilities as human, madness, insanity, illness,
mental illness and others describing the human condition. "Pain" was
as close as I could get to the actual intention of this poem, although it is far
from correct.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
That's the golden rule, but is it true?
You see a world full of trouble and strife
What about a dark night, and a thief with a knife?
Do unto others as they do unto you
That's the revenge rule, in the bible too
They put it as "an eye for an eye"
You can believe that, still be a good guy.
My uncle believed in two eyes for an eye
He fought in World War One, saw many die
He showed me the holes that shells made in his arm
Was his attitude right, or does it cause harm?
Some people follow other rules, nuance they lack
If they don't like you, they go on attack
If you don't like them, they also get mad
and they'll find a way to do something bad.
Some may feel your happiness an outrage
no 'live and let live' no turning the page.
Envy and spite hidden but real
Don't ask them for empathy, don't make the appeal.
Dr. Laura, a talk show host, gave people advice
In the process she encountered people who weren't nice
She said "If people see you as having the joy they desire"
They'll turn others against you, ignite a dark fire.
She said that competitiveness is good if your dues you pay
But not the impulse to destroy people in your way
One mother wanted her daughter on the cheerleading squad
So she killed another child, not stopped by God.
Thomas Sowell said they if some resent your achievement
You may find yourself in sudden bereavement
Such jealousy is more deadly than that of wealth alone
If you rose from the bottom, some want you to sink like a stone.
So keep this in mind when you formulate a golden rule
Maybe make it silver, or tungsten, too much trust isn't cool.
If I never touch your face or run my fingers through your hair; let my words be my warm embrace.
To remind you I am always there; in the brightness of the day's sun, in the twilight moon, you seek.
In the stillness of long lonely nights_ look for me; within the wisp of an unseen sight.
I am the tickle in your spine, the soft wind that brushes against your cheek.
I am the voice without sound, heard throughout the world-renown.
So listen "for" my lyrics spoken between the tick and the tock. Take heed my-words and do not mock.
My waters do not run from any earthly spring. So drink of me as I flow through your veins, and never thirst again.
My fruit need not teeth to eat nor tongue to swallow. So taste of me and be nourished, and make strong your heart.
Though we are separated we are not apart. For wherever your travels take thee... my feet are there to follow.
"cometh nigh apace ere song sparrows sigh"
We charge into battle,
Everyone side by side,
Prepared for inevitability,
Through the course of the ride,
We'll get cut, we'll get hit,
We'll get smacked around often,
While our critics and enemies,
Pray that we soften,
Our most secret of weapons,
They cannot detect,
They can't buy it or steal it,
Or, for themselves, resurrect,
It's knowing, for certain,
That we will prevail,
Knowing how to succeed,
Knowing how not to fail,
Our relevant outcome,
We cannot predict,
The time, place or nature,
The fate that we picked,
You choose a direction,
And follow it through,
Use all of the power,
That's inside of you,
If this becomes habit,
A worthy addiction,
Dreams turn into life,
From mere interesting fiction,
Some call it hot air,
Or simple lip service,
From unknown results,
That make you so nervous,
Precisely, my point,
If you can't control,
Anyone or anything,
Except for your soul,
The power of one,
When squared or when cubed,
Remains just the same,
One less than two,
But add to it slowly,
No multiplication,
Your singular voice,
Has mass replication,
So, bring on the battle,
There's strength in our lot,
Enough to defeat,
The fear that we fought,
The battle is over,
And we remain standing,
Our feet have absorbed,
The force of the landing,
Our win is subjective,
To what was at stake,
Our real intentions,
Or those we forsake,
Did we attempt,
Did we progress,
Was thinking and action,
Used under duress,
What more can we ask,
But response-ability,
Set goals and plans,
Build its facility,
Push ahead, gather,
Supplies for the journey,
Including first aid,
And a one-size-fits-all gurney,
So, here is my hand,
Please take it somehow,
My other I need,
To wipe sweat from my brow,
Because one thing is clear,
Despite smoke in the air,
We'll win going away,
Proceed if you dare.
(5/2/98)
It was on a bleak afternoon,
That Cancer came and brashly whispered,
‘I am going to be with you for ever.
Follow me wherever I lead you.
Fight back if you can, rather if you dare.
But indomitable I am, you know’.
The wounding whisper reverberated in his ears.
Never had John been punched so hard.
Shocked beyond even a sigh or silent moan.
Dumb he stood so petrified.
He saw his dreams fall apart.
The sky-high edifices crumbling down.
The soil under his feet giving way.
With a lovely family and an aspiring career,
With life, he was passionately in love!
The remaining days were a Marathon race,
From hospitals to labs and from oncologists to specialists.
While passing through the ordeal of radiation and chemo
Bravely he fought back the pain and nausea,
For hope had reigned supreme
And for his family, he must live!
‘I will don my armour and brandish my steel.
I will not yield! Oh! Never shall I give in.
I shall make it through and come out victorious’.
But soon he realized it to be a tough battle
And saw the chances of winning too bleak.
The villain had almost taken his sway.
And day by day his body grew frail.
He heard the wounding whisper of death
More often and found resistance impossible!
May. 24.2023
~ Placed First~
This or That Volume 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Edward Ibeh
Conversation with older folks always
Makes us think about
How complex we are
When asked 80 to 90 percent of older people
How are they doing?
Most replies are the same
“Child I am just waiting.
Waiting!
For what
To meet my maker”
From the time we were born
Plans were made for us
About our life
What are you going to be?
When we grow up
And soon has one become an adult
Our thoughts about dying
Frighten us
You are born then you die
Life might be simple for some
However, it a race to
get over unfairness of life
I met my third grade teacher last year
The first thing she said to me
“Did you follow your dreams?
A moment in an instant world
I felt like she were in control
^
She is much older now
However, nothing has change
We born, then we die
No matter how hard we try
The ropes never seem to loosen