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The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
that which is our greatest blessing can sometimes be blocked by our past
that which is in store for us can be hindered in a flash
we get so caught up in space and time and our memory is sometimes diminished
major shifts are always occurring in life and is doesn't seem to be finished
horrendous hurricanes, fatal floods and tremendous tsunamis in the blink of an eye
erratic earthquakes, wicked wild fires, the polar caps melting and we don't seem to realize
that Mother Nature is trying to counterbalance what mankind has put into place
and in the near future there will no longer be a distinction when it comes to race
things are happening in this life time never before envisioned nor seen
an African-American President in office but what does it all mean?
as that was then and this is now
we need to properly package the past somehow
the US of A has had a glorious past but we can live in it no longer
we need to put our past in perspective so that our future will one day be stronger
for you can't visit present grief with long ago events
you need to live in the moment, to dwell in the present
if you're constantly gazing at yesterday tomorrow will pass you by
and you can't drive forward looking in the rearview mirror and I don't need to tell you why
for in order to move ahead you need to let those old issues in life go
for that was then and this is now and you need to go with the flow
so let go of those dead relationships that now affect your present state of being
for that was then and this is now and the future you should be receiving
now cross over into your Jordan and claim your Promised Land
and don't let folks tell you "that's not how we used to do it" upset your future plans
God made a promise to you that you will prosper and succeed
He said He will never leave nor forsake you in your time of need
so be strong and of good courage someway and somehow
as the future is waiting on you for that was then and this is now
"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts."
W. Wordsworth
I am your grandmother.
I spent 24 years making
parenting mistakes, so I think
I'm pretty well trained now,
pretty worn down, open-minded
and accepting.
I think we'll be good friends.
At sixteen, your mother
said she was having a baby
and held up to me the blue pastic
device that tested her urine stream
like when she held up the blue ribbon
she won in kindergarten for the best
easter bunny nest made from marshmallows
and dyed yellow coconut.
Then she threw the blue device out
into the space between us on the bed,
like it was the best card in her deck,
her ace in the hole.
Your father waited in the other room
sitting in the thick silence,
afraid to breathe and miss
my response.
You and your mother did all the work,
but I was there at your birth,
Standing alongside, coaching your
mother to good contractions until
I was exhausted from gritting my
teeth and pushing too.
And your dad was there, too,
but closer to the business end
so he could be the first to know the sex.
An unsolicited psychic had told us
you would be a girl,
and when your dad was told,
he sulked all day
like it was a conspiracy
between the women to produce
only other woman.
He wanted another guy,
someone to give the men the edge,
a male child.
When your mother's body could
keep you from the world no longer,
your head appeared, eyes tightly
shut and a pout on your lips.
Your dad was watching closely,
the shoulder, the belly and then
his arms flew up in the air
like he'd made the touchdown
and he cried, "It's a Boy,
I told you, I told you,"
like he and I had placed a bet.
But then he saw how much
I could love the boy child.
I'm a pretty good grandmother,
and I think we'll be good friends.
Mid Eastern Tales
Curtis Johnson
Long, long ago, along the corridors of history,
there lived two judges name Deborah and Samson.
They were great and very special people, real and true.
These bigger than life personalities were a God send. Judge Deborah and Judge Samson were uncommon and unrelated. Though from the same country, the two were separated by several hundred years.
Judge Deborah was strong in spirit and spirituality.
She was patient, wise, and forward looking. Deborah was also a warrior and
a mighty commanding general of her nation. Before her
demise, she had become a model citizen and great patriot.
She had become a national hero and also a singer of songs.
Judge Samson, on the other hand, was very strong in body.
Unfortunately, he was weak in morals and character.
He was inconsiderate, selfish, and irresponsible.
He was also impulsive, unwise, and shortsighted.
In their own way, they both succeeded as leaders.
But at a time when his country’s freedom was completely dependent on him, he divulged the secret of his power and was captured. Selfishness blinds us of the needs of others. He was personally disgraced and humiliated. By the time of his death, Judge Samson was blinded and imprisoned.
His demise was untimely. However, before his passing, he handed out hundreds of death sentences. He also became world renown and a national hero.
10232016 cj Bible, Judges 4 & 14 PS
From where he sits presently, he is convinced that the choices he made, the paths he took, and the roads not taken were far and away, being guided by supernatural hands. That over a 50 year period his ship would dock so serenely, was highly unpredictable.
From the age of 14, he was very cognisant of the direction in which he wanted to proceed. That was the initial turning point in his life when he began to focus on his future, and without a doubt, the young man's dedication was set in stone. His will and determination were strong, and a forward looking pathway began to unfold and become crystal clear.
From the frosted winter's dawn to the steamy and humid days of summer, he fought back many a tear of melancholy. At the stillness of the gloaming, a friendly rest appeared to ease the day's toil; and deep into the night, hopeful dreams of the valiant warrior prepared him for the next day's fight. The hope- starved back fields of Dixie required one to be forevermore protected with the phycological shields of steel. His was a life destined to be one of substance and purpose; not one to remain bathed in a rich pathos of poverty.
No woulda's, coulda's, and shoulda's are causing him to be upset His is a free spirit and in his sunsets, there are no regrets
08172017PSContest, Eight word Challenge-3, John Hamilton
Date: Mon, Nov 30 2015 at 11:26 PM
Hard life in these twenty six years
Instead my heart cry the tears
Feel like being stabbed in my heart a spear
Face in tears smeared
Knowing the tears will reappear
Looking in the world an it's pretty clear
An it's looking weird
Everyday metal gear solid
A solider fighting till the world gives
Got to face all my fears
Put a smile on the face of my peers
Looking forward looking from the pier
In the top tier an let the world know I'm here
Walking with a beating heart over the bridge
A prince starting with sticks & Stones
Building with lint a Throne
While the fog an mist Foam
An heavy Wind Blown
Fighting to get in the End zone
I feel weird inside
Something that I can't describe
I caught alot of Vibes
Energy that Auras around Clockwise
I got to work overtime while I'm in overdrive
I rise than I fall then I rise
Riding the waves in the storm on the tides
Jesus calms the storm while my sails fly
I can see Jesus an the Nails Bind
Blood spilling for forgiveness
For guilty Sinning Repentance to Shine
Water Spilling against ignorant Scribes
For Gods Children for Living in Divine
Same Pigment an Ligaments of mine
The Aching Pain he Obtained I can't Define
My Sins at all not Pretty
Really Filthy, Shame, Guilt an Guilty of the Crime
No Beauty in the Sins that I Signed
In the list of Sins in my Mind
Jesus hands pull me up out the grime
While I'm covered in Slime
Paul said to press on forward
Towards the heavenly prize
For if we run the Christian race
We will come to realize
That in spite of the prisons in our lives
Keeping us in mental and physical chains
With faith in God our course of action
Will no longer be tethered not restrained
We might need a spiritual upgrade
To function at full capacity
And every new day we need to freshly pray
With a renewed tranquility
Now some people say they don't have enough time
But time is a tangible commodity
We need to learn to structure our time
Using our Christian agility
It's most essential we put God first
And always remember the grace
And mercy that on us He's bestowed
For no man nor woman on this earth
Has the power to help you spiritually grow
When running the Christian race
We need to understand
That if we want to make God laugh
Just come up with a plan
As God has a destiny for each of us
One full of humility and grace
And in spite of the circumstances in our lives
He'll help us run this race
By looking at the Lord and not at the load
By keeping our eyes on God and not on the road
So run the good race with encouragement
From the Holy Spirit anew
And with Jesus as the wind beneath our wings
There's nothing we can't do
So press on forward looking through
The windshields of life
No longer using the rearview mirror
Just laser focused on Christ
For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel months respect for human life was obliterated
For three bloody months sanctity of human existence perished
As the government of the day made killing an obligation
And mobilized the population through official propaganda
To destroy all Tutsis and saboteur-Hutus
At the end of the Holocaust over one million Tutsis were sent to the great
beyond
Dreams and hopes were shattered
Loved ones massacred in the most agonizing and cruel manner
While the indifferent international community looked on unconcerned
Just like after the rain comes sunshine
The blood of the martyrs of Rwanda has irrigated and purified
The country of a thousand hills
Which has risen from the ashes of the gory tragedy
To a land flowing with peace and tranquility
To a Haven for tourists and investors
To a land of calm and forward- looking citizens
Committed to work and put their past behind
And queuing behind their charismatic Leader
They cry unceasingly and with one voice
‘’Never again shall bestiality descend in our clime’’
Shriek through verses
Occupied minded
Who would you call me then?
Insane by tone
Live in melodic
Who would you call me then?
Dwell within past
Love raged never end
Who would you call me then?
Forward looking
Overbold steady
Who would you call me then?
Time challenger
Needy in spirit
Who would you call me then?
Author's Note:
Answer: Poet, Musician, The Heart Broken, The Life Ready, Human
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