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In that timeless realm, O Cosmic Sister, our love at the helm, where time stands still-
our love becomes the canvas,
the enzymes, the film.
Each fleeting heartbeat -a brushstroke, ballast,
as devotion paints the sky "magnifique",
eternal hues, in her eyes, a sparkling dye,
in divine critique.
Forever entwined in the sacred weave, are we,
pointed out
accusingly- for our audacity of being,
Wildren, free.
Fabric of love’s tapestry stretching beyond reach,
the cosmos in our conspirasea.
She tosses her hair like a tidal bloom,
cascading through moonlight's embrace,
embracing his imaginuity.
Each strand a whisper of secrets shared of space,
a dance of shadows in the quiet night,
scenting in front of his face.
To implicate our souls waltzing in our amore',
entwined like vines of image-traced,
growing wild under the stars' watchful gaze,
divine,
wine.
This celestial balance, a paradox of grace,
shines here, impossibly, a beacon in the dark,
echoes reverberate purple reveries -
through boundless time, in everspark, soliloquy.
“Fate’s forefather, the architect of dreams,”
her voice, a melody, a soft caress,
giving golden meaning to her means.
Does she know the power of her woven words, her movement of swords?
He wonders if he’s dreaming,
caught in her wake, a tempest of wonder,
her fluidity sketches contours on his soul,
each curve a promise, a link unbreakable, plunder-
unraveling currents of longing tear.
Her levitation magnetism gravitation pulling him near,
an everlasting tug-gondula through love's deep seas,
seven thunders,
O my Liege, she has pulled me under.
A cosmic genesis, our entwined destinies,
an aurora of fate lights our journey ahead, beaconing-hybrids true, tried.
Lines of purpose etched in starlit skies,
we traverse this dance of time,
Forever woven together in this sacred realm,
here, where moments pause, and love reigns supreme, love at the helm.
Where time stands still, we, at our please,
on our knees
as we feel.
From the Elephant's diary
You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet of sugarcane juice,
lush green grass n' tons of bamboos
Mammoth was my forefather not anymore seen
Now I know being gigantic is in my genes
Instructor at the gym shooed me away
for I broke his treadmill with my single step I say
We love to have our bath in nature's pool
We dabble water with our trunk till we are all cool
A relaxing shower for all friends after hectic schedule!
In our forest club, trophy for best music band,
we won last week for our trumpet troupe!
Large is our family my Jumbo uncle says,
Old and wise he is in our tuskers' herd
He says our eyes are small, to see
only little good left in this big bad world
And our ears are large to fan away
the gossips and bad we hear
Thick skin we do have so called pachyderms
to shrug off the hurling vices of the woods
but we have a large heart to spread
loads of love to all species widespread
In history, we have a place reserved
for in wars and royal processions,
we were used as pride symbols he says
Revered animals we are since eons.....
In country called India, heritage animal we are
and even worshipped in religious places he says!
Huge boulders or logs ,mankind used us for transport
We even entertain them in zoos and circus
But he regrets that we are poached, killed by men
to pull out pair of our incisors called tusks
who polish to make precious ivory to earn bucks
So useful and harmless friends to humans we are
I asked my uncle why so cruel the men are?
He said men show their power
of being Nature's superior creature
we elephant folk are helpless giants
We can do nothing but to pray that
we be valued for our selfless services and
be saved from going extinct from this world!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: Giant animals
Sponsored by: D.Nathan
Date: 2nd September 2015
Once upon a time, in a hidden part of our world’s history
A secret fellowship once existed called, a Sacred Meow Society
Founded by the father of the royal feline during the ancient century
With his wife and two kittens, crowned and veiled to live peacefully
This society was established in the remote city of Moonglow
To venerate their greatest and noblest forefather, Purr Mow
They were taught not to eat any kind of meat especially cow
First religious teaching on respect, “ You shall raise paws, vow.”
The Sacred Meow Society read their thick sacred book everyday
They taught all kittens to wear golden mittens when they pray
Their society was very strict on rules, “You shall purr not scratch”
“Don’t steal fish, just wait for a catch” in verse 3 of Catouch.
Their society tried to expand or spread all over the world
The doctrines they taught were in meow's language--unfurled
They tried to reach out to dogs but they said bow-wow-Wow
The dog's friendship had made this society finally vanished in thaw.
March 3, 2023 11.46 am
The Sacred Meow Society
Contest Judged: 3/14/2023 6:02:00 PM
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Place 1 (2nd trophy win I received)
We The People of this nation
We are taking a stand
This is America’s land
Principles that bind
Constitution stands
Higher powers want to change and rearrange
We the People say things should stay the same
Laws having Laws
Rules with a don’t touch
One beginning with a reason
New beginning wants communism
The Forefathers that came before saw a need for the constitution
It was going to be America’s Resolution
Higher powers are seeking a different direction
Word for word sections with insertions
Executive Order after Executive Order
Statue of Liberty, your voice silenced
Civil Rights, you are being ignored
Freedom is being dimmed with no tomorrow
We the People are ready for a fight to defend
This is not America’s end
Standing and Chanting
“We The People have had Enough”
Forefather’s souls have been uplifted in our cause
Reality has set in
Ready has been holding steady
Our eyes on who we are and what can be accomplished
The names of each Forefather established
We the People now and continuing forever
The multitudes with power hour by hour
We will never tire nor sour
We The People eyes
Understanding and Wise.
Over hundred fifty years ago, the Italian nation was
divided, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies
was more prosperous than the North, peoples lived in accord;
envious eyes looked down and saw a harmonious world
and drew a plan to steal all of the gold...
folks who worked in factories and on farms
made their happy land prosper by opening their generous arms.
When the Thousands Men liberated
the South from the Bourbons things drastically changed;
King Emmanuel II met with with Garibaldi
by the Volturno river and shoke hands...Italy
was finally unified under the same flag!
Thanks to the peasants, the scoundrels and the artisans,
who took up arms against the Bourbon King,
but little they knew that the King of the North
had deceived them into many false liberties...
all the wealth they accrued was taken North,
leaving desolation, suffering and poverty behind...
this is how they treated their southern brothers!
Should there be a grudge against the young Northerners?
Their Forefather was the evil one who snatched all with stealth;
now, they prosper and look us down as lazy bums...
they have forgotten that civilization started here!
Naples was the center of music and literature besides her wealth;
artists and composers came and some dwelled here!
The South will rise again, and will know new glory:
southern brothers, let's get rid of crime: the undefeatable enemy
whose incurable plague prevents all progress!
Southern brothers, let's clean our land of the mobsters who despise God;
think of the martyrs who preached the Gospel to the pagans
in these very lands that Heaven has blessed, but violent men have defiled!
Written on 2/10/2016
As a tad his soul was fired as he was regaled with family lore,
Rapt, hearing of his forebear's national service in times of yore.
Following tradition, he donned the uniform as his fathers did before,
Eager to serve his nation in its uniform that he so proudly wore!
He learned that in the misty past an ancestor served at Valley Forge,
To help free the emerging nation from the bondage of King George.
A forefather served as a sergeant in the Battle of New Orleans,
Barely surviving the ordeal on rations of rancid bacon and beans!
A grandfather carried a musket in the Mexican War affair.
Another, a cavalryman in the Civil War, served with elegant flair.
In the Spanish-American fray, a relative charged up San Juan Hill.
His great-granddad led a platoon in World War One with consummate skill!
His grandad was a fighter pilot during World War Two, becoming an ace,
Later to soar as an astronaut through the vast expanses of space!
His Dad, a colonel of artillery served with conspicuous bravery,
In Korea and Viet Nam to free peoples from the yoke of slavery!
The young warrior himself served with distinction in each Gulf War,
As an expert 'copter pilot in the United States Marine Corps!
Recounting the sacrifices their fathers made to keep this nation free,
He instilled in his son the worth of service, while dandling him on his knee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Asking tribe’s future to the totem pole that grew higher
with the stock of fogs, drizzles, snows, suns, moons and stars,
that Haida laid one at a time from the day of their first step
on the sands, they followed the school of fish riding on the wavelets,
chased the fish plowing the surge of waves, hunted the big fish
buffeted by the billows because their home is the sea and the winds.
When heap of Haida’s days,
the days made through with the waves,
the days that lived through with the winds, turn into gray cloud,
and the time when this dismal gray cloud turns around the hillsides
over this village, drifts along the riversides by that village and falls
on the water’s edge as a drizzle, the villagers come to the village square
calling moon and stars above the sky while stepping
on the fallen leaves on the path that links to tomorrow.
When the moonlight wanes to fall on the water and become ripples,
the stars close their twinkling eyes overwhelmed by deepening night
and fall to sleep in the depths of water, the lads sit around the bonfire
sharing their body temperature with all the tribesmen
to hear the elder’s story regarding relationship
for the forefathers’ forefather with totem pole.
And as time goes by, the night falls deeper and deeper
the good-hearted artless Haida converse with carved image
that flames in the bonfire light on the top of the totem pole
wearing the masks created with a whole spirit
and utmost devotion to the Spirit
that lives within the totem pole.
Note: The reproduced Haida village on the backyard of Museum of Anthropology, University of British Columbia.
#With_my_mother_in_mind
My heart aches but some distance hunch, clears the odds, thus far I have traveled, the little spark in that very distant, blows soft breeze to my weakling faith, that; your body still shielding that breath, it's an envetable precision that your better days are pulling closer.
Thinking of my mother, crying tears in me start to dry up, hold my head up, my heart warms up, I sense joy crouching, the steps fades, with their nearing approach. Hand me the spear, I wanna stand secured, to ebb life of every evil hand into my ancestors served jar. The eye of heaven looked for the worthy, and my ancestors availed me, taught me the tricks of life, as a package to pursue their calling.
God and my ancestors agreement. Cut off my umblical cord, bare foot on the ground, for their floors are holly. With a lion leather my ancestors clothed me, as a crown for a king. Fear distanced with every encounter to my duties, a spiritual warrior belt on my upper left hand. Voices like unleashed bows to the back of my ears, penetrates; lead us, they say.
Start running like a blind loose bullet, tearing every dungeon, piercing every beast of evil, as I pass. Assured by the price before my life; a better world, a better tomorrow. A whistle hanging on my neck, to call for backup when the going weighs on my tiny body.
Gathering strength with every success of the challenges. My body structure says; you are a child but in me I constantly hear forefathers and foremothers speaking through my voice. It's the spirit that counts, you are a spiritual forefather. I could feel the leaning stick settling comfortably in my right hand palm, ngiyikhehla
Feared death would leave my pursuits without guard and the voices returns; ancestors watch better their artefacts from above; you are secured, spiritual kingdomship, where we are and your throne remains vacant, until you ascend back to it.
Drop on my one knee, bowing with glory, giving gratitude to them. Many will be called but only a few shall be chosen, I'm of the chosen tribe. Lions and wild cows articulates my name better
#Poetic_Ink
It's the pathetic adversity that divides men,
it has to do with the doubt of God's existence;
if we all came from Adam, our ruddy forefather,
why are we still carrying the weight of sin:
seeing each other different,
not coming from the same source:
from the Northern,Southern,
Eastern and Western Hemisphere?
We are made in His likeness,
despite the looks and traits so diverse,
but many dispute this...making it all too adverse;
and division has bred a malignant disease,
which runs in our bloodstream,
to attest to the shameful perception of how we feel:
rebelling ourselves with expression of hostility and hate,
putting aside what truly matters and makes us thick!
If we are made in His likeness, from heads to feet,
why are we set apart and not confront our diversity?
And we follow in the same footsteps of all mortals:
a cherished birth and a cursed death,
seeing ourselves as gods...flashing glances of vanity,
engaging in bizarre behavior and taking on another lethal risk;
making wrong choices by inviting the plagues that destroy Humanity:
lusting, stealing, cheating and killing to reap the bitterness of our deeds!
Unconcerned world, succumbed to economic decline and sin,
go back to the root which caused much unwanted grief;
open your closed gates and let the blessings flow in!
Be that shining symbol of strength and morality with eyes so meek;
and who can condemn you for being undefiled and strong?
Let others praise you and remember you in their joyful song,
because you, too, are created in His likeness;
and in due time, you will be put to a severe test!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Dear Lady,
I heard you say that you still trust President Trump
to do almost as good a job as he says he is doing,
despite all the lies,
because "they all do that",
just say whatever the audience of the moment
would most like to hear.
Really?
I believe Abraham Lincoln,
our first Republican President,
would be surprised to hear his Gettysburg Address
was "telling them what they want to hear"
in his best cheerleader,
go, fight, win voice.
And it seems to me that Thomas Jefferson,
one of the PreRepublican forefather type Presidents,
would object to hear his rather specific name-calling
Declaration of Independence from plutocratic,
and perhaps greedy, and maybe slightly cynical, Elitists,
was just telling the good King what he really wanted to hear.
But regardless of whether our quality standards for Presidential integrity
should reasonably be expected to go up,
now that we're into our 40th-something incarnation of this Office,
or reasonably be expected to go down
after the first two or three, or sixteen,
or whatever
back in ancient integrity times,
when the premillennial pubic person was worth his/her word
in trust repaid.
How can you trust a President
who is significantly less sure of your right to health and climate care giving
and receiving
for yourself
and for our multiculturing grandkids,
than was the former President?
How is that going in a direction that you
and your healthy extended pro-life family,
your tribe,
neighborhood militia,
or paranoid klan,
or whatever
you continue to trust
as some direction that could be good enough
for those you love the most?
Health,
like racism
and sexism,
does not optimally arrive in individual-portioned packages;
they only sustain resilient climaxes
on interdependent through empty and bereft social scales
of qualities for cooperative wealth v WinLose competing pathologies.
Still Listening
Your Democratic HealthAsWealth Advocate