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The train, halted under the shade of sacred hill
They flowed out, and, wandered here and there
holding big, small, colorful, old and new packs of belongings
To, find comfortable chests and knees
some carelessly slept on un-desiring places,
but many there stood still
to face the misty, white clouded sky beyond the ridge,
Perceived their feet had reached
the starting point of adventurous tramp
Men, women, young and old with little ones
crept forward Just like a bunchy row of ants
filled with amazement; some stood, and watched
the vivid green forest canopy and flowering ferns
swinging in the frosty breeze!!
The minds filled with compassion, harmony
and respect each other
By murmurous chanting, that oozed into their veins
in the morning twilight
Tenderness of beams brighten the white dresses
of devotees
Time passed slowly
And the far valley down, a string of people moving upwards
on the zigzagged narrow path
Surrounded by thick green vegetation which
being the habitat of bees, birds, butterflies and
variety of big and small animals
Oozy willows dropping pearl like cold water drops
But few of moving people put a glance
at the phenomenon!
What a peregrination, having a cool gust thrill
which each body and its soul begird
The strenuous walk will bring to a halt at the noble foot print
Some managed to reach the desired end
but some could not attain the will
they stopped hopelessly, stepped down
with forsaken aspiration
those who topped the hill, huddle together
engaged customary rituals,
The eco of the ringing bell spread over the chilled atmosphere
through hill tops, forest, and the moving folks
Excitement broke out
Devotees squeezed catch a glimpse of sunshine!
The sun appeared slowly with a trembling smile
through the glistening horizon
Sunshine! Miraculously radiated across the mountain range,
forest canopy and everything
open to tender beams of light
What a huge strength,
Noble hopes and wishes
fulfilled the pilgrimage!
J.Weerakkody
(This poem is about pilgrims who climb the summit of breezy sacred mountain of Sripada, the holy mountain of Sri Lanka, where suppose to be emblematized the footprint of Lord Buddha. After worshiping the sacred footprints the devotees anxiously watch the panoramic maiden sun rise over the sacred mountain. The poem is vividly realized descriptions of nature.)
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An Ode to the Unbridled Spirit of Creation
In the quiet twilight of creation, where thoughts whisper to the soul, an untamed wildness is yearning to be set free. Deep within the heart, soul, and mind, the seeds of expression find their nurturing ground in this hallowed space, waiting to bloom into various colours, sounds, and words.
In the limitless expanse of the imagination, every heartbeat plays out like favourite melodies tinkling away on ivories under practised fingers. Music that not just echoes in chambers of the self but resonates through the ages, carrying with it the essence of its creator.
And oh, to paint the sky—a vast and undiscriminating canvas! With bold and gentle strokes, we call upon the palette of our emotions, blending hues in ways so profound that they leave even the divine in awe. Each colour is a word; each brushstroke is a sentence in the universe's grand narrative, celebrating the spectrum of human experience.
In the dance of words, written with enthusiasm uncontained, the pen becomes an extension of our deepest selves. Each phrase is a footprint left for eternity; every piece is a potential masterpiece that whispers secrets to those willing to listen even three centuries hence. What are words, if not vessels of our truths, dreams, and fears, cast across the temporal sea in hopes of reaching kindred spirits?
The beauty of creation lies not merely in coherence but in the chaotic symphony of expressing everything and nothing all at once. In the liberation of thoughts, unburdened by the constraints of conventionality, we genuinely connect — heart to heart, soul to soul. The essence of our being unfolds, touching others, enriching well-being, and bridging realms between the inner world and the outer universe.
As a poet, this is my plea—an invocation to all who dare to dream, to feel deeply, and to share unreservedly—serves as a beacon for the weary, the dreamers, the lovers, and the seekers. Your poetry, art, and song aren’t merely a reflection of your life or a tribute to those you love; they celebrate existence itself, connecting threads in the intricate web of human experience.
And ignoble prize trumpeting hubris awarded to...
Bourgeoisie donning ersatz
overstuffed ego freezer bewigged pate
"FAKE" grotesque humanitarian
bribed corrupt judges will vindicate
jimmied cracked corn
land of "milk and honey"
red hot button he spoils to activate
countdown to Armageddon
leaving nation prostrate,
all the more reason to axe electoral college,
now holds electorate
hostage to bully tactics grate
for dead souls – zombie thriller, viz
Putin on the ritz,
whereby Pavlov's dog will salivate
on cue and pony show will titillate,
and worse case scenario, a far more terrible fate
than death by a thousand cuts
equals his refusal not to abdicate
presidency, should voters
get smart to administrate
White House with progressive commander
in chief he/she will adjudicate
decency, honesty, integrity... and acclimate
government toward amity, comity, equality...
oh,... and most importantly advocate
salutary measures affecting biosphere,
where industrialization didst devastate
contaminate by bajillion beings birthrate,
every square inch of Earth
*****sapiens succeeded to abominate...,
prima facie global warming doth correlate,
hence primary requisite mandate
to reorient modus operandi no time to wait,
where carbon footprint negligible
still preserving technological paradigm
fixing low cussed electricity to generate
courtesy renewable resources
else man/womankind will become footnote
atrophied trappings agglomerate
twenty first century civilization
damned, inundated, ossified bridgegate
checkmated, choked, chucked... wag gone wheels
das spare - tread fully tires fuming primate
jammed fruits of loins going bananas
infuriating, exhausting accelerating
no exit (sorry Sartre) to circumnavigate
hardy lee any recourse to extricate
oneself from madding crowd
self resignation minimally doth alleviate,
whereby impatient broods frustrate
inaccessible jackknifed mobility,
thence spark ignites spontaneous eruption
impossible mission to plug
crowdsource mob frenzy translate
pent up fury once loosed doth degenerate
into atavistic pandemonium cutthroat rage
snarling human logjam foaming at mouth
poised to strike ready to decapitate
any remaining shred of salvation barren feeble
slow vac hoovering, milking, and sucking
every last vestige of bondage peoples extirpate.
Footprints
In the sand are
Full of the joy and
Eagerness left behind
By their creators Footprints
In the sand are used as guidance
To those who are in need of some
Guiding Footprints in the sand lead
The way to a new and exciting place
Footprints in the sand are mixed up
With millions of other footprints left
Behind by others Footprints in the
Sand create their own new world
Full of all different shapes and
From all different places Foot-
Prints in the sand are mixed up
With millions of other footprints
Left behind by others Footprints
In the sand are washed away into
The wild, thrashing, blue sea onto
A brand-new, exciting journey
Footprints in the sand are perfect
In every way Footprints in the sand
Live an exciting new life unlike any
Other creation on earth Footprints
In the sand how I long to live like
A footprint in the golden-yellow,
Warm, loving, glorious, exciting,
Beautiful, relaxing, beach sand
Form:
So the morning star stood against the heavens,
Then Jehovah sent mighty angels to battle against
Lucifer, the devil.
Lucifer fought with gangsters but lost;
Being haul down to earth losing a side wing:
Father of all lies, turn humanity against Jehovah,
The creator of all things that was;
That is and that someday may be.
Humanity knew sin and fell short to the glory of God:
His daily pace was directed by the footprint of the
wicked one.
God repented over humanity, but pitied the cause of
change:
Jehovah made his word as flesh among humanity,
But wickedness of men draged the lamb of the
world and nailed him to a cross.
Amazingly, Jehovah resurrected Jesus Christ from
the grave and
Quickened and empowered the left eleven to go out
there and preach the gospel.
Sorrowful persecution and tribulation followed the
disciples till their dying day:
Now the walk hasn’t change,
But the devil has implemented a strategy by music
To lure and own as many as he could:
Music has come to drive immorality through the
heart and mind of many,
Negatively, seducing the streets; changing money
for fornication and fame.
This shall slowly pervade lands upon lands until it
covered the entire world.
And the Bible been out of sight and mind, but, upon
the hearts of the elects;
Seen churches turned to shopping malls and club
houses.
These times the dragon has been held in the world;
Bringing oneness among the people, and every
culture:
A new form of currency in a form of a mark;
Those that should accept would receive every
necessity available,
But those that should rise against would be even
robbed of the little they own.
Wickedness would amass as God Almighty might
for a while part with humanity.
You could name it a world of mammon.
Kirk of Satan could be found everywhere:
Lovers of CHRIST JESUS,
Getting persecutions through the test of time;
Then at a day untold, CHRIST JESUS would break
from the firmament,
When the sky darkened;
Those with the beast mark (tattoo) would be
exposing by the great light;
The sea would vomit (spiritually) every life in it.
There would be no place for them to hide.
They may cut themselves with blades and stones,
wishing to escape the wrath of God.
Judgment for the righteous would be honor but for
the wicked shame.
Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid
Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by
crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of Lake Woebegone,
voluntarily forced to bathe
in brutally cold
mountain waters oxbow lake
vaguely resembling out
size topographical wishbone
rescue unlikely since
bajillion miles from radio tower,
thus state of the art
electronically sophisticated videophone
good as worthless resignation,
sans fate linkedin tubby
mother nature's cryogenic specimen
more'n murmuring undertone,
where huge Arctic glacier overshadows
infinitesimally microscopic human,
one speck kin zee ditched
*****sapien subsumed
under superfluous tombstone
as frozen fountain head,
where Atlas shrugged,
nonetheless incongruous yen
to purge mine offensive odor,
where civilization footprint
sole lee mine alone in wilderness
thus farcical reason (without rhyme),
atypical, farcical, and poetical title,
yours truly didst stirrup and spur
inexplicable search for soapstone,
yet prospect to don measly frame
without gay apparel
(beastie boy bit figurative bullet,
and buttressed body in buff)
immediately augmented primal scream
to trumpet heebeegeebees
(teeth chattering yodeling
rendition re: stayin alive)
from this Rhinestone
survivalist cowboy wannabe,
began feeling comfortably numb,
and immediately prone
to become human popsicle,
especially when sub zero temperature
immediately froze water splashed skin
(like glassy sheet of ice)
glancing viz albedo effect
as blindingly white
snow capped mountains outshone
albino crags, offering
absolute zero, yes none
reassurance with insulated moonstone
sleeping bag useful
as yolked with lodestone
around neck - slow death by
freezing this knucklebone,
who sought cleanliness,
(and panacea to immortality)
joining exclusive polar bear club
(Ursus Maritimus very selective,
and only chose me) even
at expense of more'n
just frozen jawbone
plus Jack frost bitten cockles turned
deep purple as inkstone
used to write re: scrawl epitaph
on icicle glommed headstone.
STILL KICKING
I've got this smile on my face,
tears rolling down my check, but I ant apologetic about it,
not bluffing though I hear buzzing sounds, being very busy I remain unhinge,
can't be knock off balance though through distractions the enemy
tried to lay sigh via smoky screens, I'll still stay here to slough it out till the end.
I know you need attention, time to be together with
but hey man am sorry meet me there if you can,
though the strides if my steps sliding,
being slice up like a broken glass now my face squeezing
but men I ant frowning.
Hearing the heaves on my chest,
felling like am losing though am still in front,
floating on forming waters
not certain whether I'll make it to the end cause is getting darker by the day
nothing worse than this black cloud above my head.
like a bubble gum pooping I felt so expose, fallen many times
but I've got to stand up and try a new approach cause is not over,
so I roll up my sleeves, whoa, blow off the dust,
feeling the fire on my heels but an not about to kneel
cause the big concern blazing on my chest,
I'll keep moving, following the footprint of the one with the blue print,
not slacken my grips nay, can't fail now cause I've got you'll on my mind
and I know you're watching. Certainly I'll have change in the midst of this ugly split, regardless of how it goes down life goes on,
feeling like am starting all over yeah no doubt
but am counting on the fact that God is faithful,
though am clever, I'll never be under the fever to think I'll succeed someday;
my time is now.
Reminiscing on the journey so far I confess,
am the designer of my own path,
making spotless decision is my predictable routine,
Jehovah has turned my life over
and now am unashamed cause his blood has wash away all my sins.
Am super turned up,
God did not consider my errors I guise that's why some folks are jealous,
I'll keep on though my feet's heavy my mind stayed on winning
everything regardless am still kicking you know it's time for kinging,
if you're following am still leading,
hearing yelling's behind but I stand tall I ant bragging,
you all know it am all out for the best, can't be frazzle
still kicking with my dudes, and guise what they're all tripping.
mama
I wanna honour you today,
high up the sky i hold your name
and here in my imperfect verses
i come in front af all and say!
mama
you mean the world to me,
you fill my life with never ending glee,
you give me warmth you give me care
you give me love enough to share,
you give me wisdom of the unknown
you re my queen my precious stone,
you give me strength to carry on
tower of courage in dusk and dawn.
mama
Your hands brushing my face
protecting me , leaving me space,
for me to grow mature and nourish,
your tender heart reflects pure polish.
mama
How kind you are humble and true,
no one can treat me as good as you,
i still remember- when gone to sleep,
you used to come cover my feet.
mama
You thought me right from wrong,
to Jesus christ we all belong,
you thought me love kindness to all,
brothers sisters fathers mothers
other religions respect the others,
hug all the rainbows sweet human colours.
sweet mama- never saw prejudice
never saw hate in your blue eyes
love love and love ,give give and give
you precious diamond ,never say lies
is your advice whilst cooking for me
delicious pies,sweet sour rice.
mama,mother!
i love you so,you always glow,
and when day comes
for us to part i keep you carved,
footprint in my beating heart,
those footprints i follow today and tomorrow
till we live and let go meeting again in
land of no sorrow
mama
a jewel ,a diamond ,a pearl,
never ending love flows
from mum to her girl
mama
a rose, a daisy, a daffodil you are!
scenting lightning my heart
shining radiant as bright as a star,
forming my soul,that is your role!
making me who i am today
i now thank God and pray
to keep his hands upon you,
Bless you all the way!
and when time comes for you to sleep
there shall be no cry no weep,
cos an instrument of love you"ve been
God puts you on a throne a happy queen
mama
how great you are
radiant angel
my guardian angel
you are
and i want to say it loud,i wanna shout it out
i love you from the bottom of my heart
and thankyou for being --YOU---MOTHER
mama--- my love
Happy Mother's Day--EVERYDAY
I LOVE YOU--INHOBBOK MA
----------------------------------------------------------------CHARMA
Form:
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden scrivener
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions
see following website for further details: https:
//www.scientificamerican.com/article/co2-
emissions-will-break-another-record-in-2019/.
Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.
Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie,"
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.
An American perspective on domestic and world events, in no particular order
SCOTUS rules that Trump’s immune
China flies the spy balloon
Starship booster landing glee
J. Assange is walking free
Bergdorf, Neiman join Saks
Our Secret Service sucks
Russia swaps her jailed spies
Alexei Navalny dies
Mitch McConnell’s stepping down
“Boris” causes Europe drown
Biden cancels loan debt
Hunter’s pardoned by his dad
Hezbollah - beheaded snake
East Coast’s shaken by the quake
Eagle Pass – still open path
Gaza tastes Israeli wrath
North of 40 goes Dow Jones
Loses fight one Alex Jones
French Olympics is a dud
Milton, Helen’s awful flood
Bitcoin’s rising through the roof
“Donald Trump is bullet-proof”
MSNBC for sale
Diddy Combs in Brooklyn’s jail
Donald wins and Harris not
Brian T. assassins’ plot
Bankman-Fried, the largest fraud
“AI” reach is getting broad
Pavel Durov nabbed in France
But illegals push, advance
Mid-East war still rages on
“Year of Snake” is almost born
TikTok may not be around
Syria has fallen down
Anti-Semites flowing crud
Israel keeps oozing blood
Taylor Swift, the billionaire
Art, banana, millionaire
Gone Red Lobster, Tupperware
Weapons for Ukraine affair
Prada sews the spacewalk suit
DOJ quits Trump’s pursuit
Spirit Air takes nose dive
Elon Mask in overdrive
Iran rockets come like rain
Hostages remain in pain
No DC resolve, it’s air
Beirut pagers need repair
Russia crumbles from within
Lower price on gasoline
“Brat”, the word of current year
Now, to ones we once revere
Gone for good, but left imprint
Culture, sport, each own footprint
Lou Carnesecca, Dr. Ruth
Wheel of Fortune Chuck, sad truth
Quincy Jones – culture brass
James Jones - Darth Vader bass
Newhart Bob, satire most
One Phil Donahue, the host
Famous Amos, Maggie Smith,
Richard Simmons, workout wiz
Global flier Dick Rutan
Gossett Lou, of actors’ clan
Matthew Perry, Terry Garr
O.J. Simpson football star
Willie Mays of baseball fame
Y. Sinwar, mankind’s shame
Year’s drawing to a close
Parties, cheer and best clothes
Time for thought and time for fun
Merry Xmas, everyone!
December 15, 2024