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On this earth, the sun rises in the east
And sets in the west
This cosmic phenomenon can’t be missed.
On this earth, the oceans are tinged blue
From where their water came
They have no clue.
On this earth, to the sea the rivers flow
At the edge of growing delta
New land is formed low.
On this earth, the winter time is cold
Northern wind spreads the mist
Dark gloomy sky can’t hold.
On this earth, flowers bloom in spring
Colors splash on green meadows
Butterflies flitter on latticed wings.
On this earth, rain forests are vanishing fast
To control global warming
We need to preserve them, we must.
On this earth, life is a unique entity
Evolution in geologic eons has caused
In the blue planet biodiversity.
On this earth, humans are species of distinction
Ravaging the pristine nature
They will surely face extinction.
April 24, 2021
Contest : Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Brother Jacob
Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.
Lips are forever silent,
in the absence of inspiration.
Isolated in the boredom of blankness -
congested to think enough,
struggling to feel enough.
Fault is not in the poet,
but in his absent mind -
which is a metaphorical candle.
Each drip creating pools of dusty wax,
as ebony wick struggles to keep flame alight.
Monsters of the mind
keep musings locked away,
so he turns to poets from the past -
but even Rumi cannot rekindle his desires.
Eyes gaze among petals for stimulation,
but their dormant fragrance offers no solution -
he is blinded by loss of concentration.
He wonder if his mind has become a flower,
out of season, but refusing to die.
He reflects upon love and lovers,
past, present and future,
but it does not liberate his ink -
maybe romance is out of fashion.
As his tongue tastes autumn's crispy air,
gloomy horizons summon birds south -
their songs of joy soften into muteness.
He feel for their empty nests,
now visible through naked trees.
Yet no outpouring of poetic observations,
overcome him -
have birds taken his muse?
Maybe the fault is in the birds,
maybe the fault is in the question...
It was a weekend and I was in a mood
To reach my home as early as I can
I urged the wheels to start a friendly race
With the competing cars rushing around.
The sky getting dark, is it unusual?
I switched on the lights to make the way clear
Sun already hiding, behind the trees
Unable to bear the horrendous scene.
The leaves were silent and the mighty wind
The waves of ocean also stupefied
The nature remained as stunned and low
Heavy and gloomy, sadness in the air.
The beams of light while tearing the darkness
Suddenly found out two eyes so bright
From a small head that holding so high
From a small body already half-dead.
Her eyes were staring straight to my eyes
Calm and serene in their last minute
Piercing my heart with their emotions
Pity and sorrow and dismay and grief.
I turn the wheel to avoid the hitting
Risking my life and car to another track
But behind me, the vehicle of death
The one which she was longing so long.
Oh! Dear soul, I couldn’t forget
The bright little eyes that searched for pity
Like a brave soldier of a defeated army
Holding your head as high as you can.
I imagined the short life that you spent
In this splendid world of cruelty,
As a cute kitten dancing around
And following the little butterflies.
Full of fur, your body was so white
And a long tail, waging in anger
You chased down the tricky doves in vain
And the little sparrows that fly around.
Vibrant and vigil, your life was so full
Until your clock stopped ticking
I couldn’t sleep, the eyes are haunting
Close your eyes dear one, I’m lamenting.
My one heart as a part of humanity's great heart,
spiritually holds the indwelling God presence as sought.
A human hold shiftily slants and grows knots tied fraught
with false-held, gloomy feels that egos and fears impart.
Divine truths dawn in our souls thru imagination,
not from human workings but graces gifts in-working.
Imagination can stop fears from falsely out-working
and foil mankind's believed limits of false accreditation.
In still solitude, spiritual truths as held in our being
meet our consciousness, our divinity's hidden place
in which our indwelling Christ gives ALL with God's grace
and intellect joins intuition to seek a soul's true freeing.
Through spiritually held faith one is belief aligned
in God's power, greater than any fear episode
man may encounter or engineer to earth upload.
No one or thing can malign what our Father designed.
My faith would never crumble feeble as styrofoam
when the worst that could happen is I'd get to go home.
an ethereal presence slid into the corners of a melancholy day
she uplifted the protagonist as she knew she could
for he was her golden boy; she had loved him since beyond time
his gloomy continence took a rather sharp turn
he felt uplifted, as if positivity had been injected into his brains
hark, who is there? he wondered
his grandmother was the first spirit he considered
she had always been his champion
why should she be anything else but his heroine post death?
he listened for her words
they came not from her voice
but from her heart directly into his heart
he knew he was not alone; she was here
his blessed grandmother, one of his favorite people
of this realm, and now of the heavenly realm
her words resounded into the recesses of his soul
no one else knew him as well
or could uplift him this quickly
he felt refreshed and invigorated.
“she would be lucky to have you,” his guardian angel whispered.
not his grandmother’s voice, but her spirit.
He ran off to ask Dorothy to be his bride.
No one in the world reminded him more of his grandmother.
With her soft brown eyes and her wonderful listening ways.
Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a denuded forest of clutter
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at gloomy dusk
it can’t sprint and play.
Ballerina crests of waves swell, pearls on breakers shine,
under storm-shattered sky in tempest the sea dances.
Don’t make your mind an unsurfing sea that silently pines,
if on the surge of upwelling tides of agonizing times
it can’t roll and dance.
Silver spray of sprinkles rises, harmonic water serenades,
on stepped slope of the valley the hilly stream cascades.
Don’t make life a lean stream meandering in dark shade,
if in the rough course up and down of time’s topography
it can’t leap and flow.
Perched niche of nest crashes, scared chicks fly away,
after midnight storm the lonely bird soars in cobalt sky.
Don’t make life a bird of broken wings that can't glide in gay,
if from the debris of wrecked hope in splintering times
it can’t rise and fly.
Quartz luster of sands simmers, jade cactus face shrinks,
in the cradle of dunes the desert winds sing in the oasis.
Don’t let your heart get desiccated at the desert's brink,
if the lyric of emerald oasis in the blinding blizzard of sand
it can’t write and sing.
Be true to yourself, remain what you are meant to be,
the mind will play and dance with the shadows of despair,
the deserted heart will sing the oasis song of ecstasy,
the wrecked life will rise again from the debris of agony,
if you are what you are.
August 21, 2021
Contest : The Marmite Poem
Sponsor : Natasha Scragg
The delicate light glow,
You search for in the gloomy blackness,
Surprisingly surrounds me,
It engulfs me.
Like a lighthouse beacon.
Radiance rotating endlessly.
Like an aura of a angels halo,
Sparkles luminosity in the beams of the sunlight,
Follow the gentle feathery mist light,
I will always be ignited shining bright,
Even on your darkest days,
Just say I will flicker your way,
Like the moon's illuminating reflection on the aquatic Liquid Ocean,
You will witness its beauty,
Has the hazy mist weightless Skimming over the soft noiseless waves,
The tenderness of my glow,
Will devote your senses and will send your shadows Away
As I worship you
In my soft appreciated light
Black men more likely to get than not,
those regressive genes again we forgot,
coming from monkeys, white men from fish,
evolution, sneaked out of things they wish.
I had my test - PSA was about ten, okay,
gave a grunt when I left, alright on the day;
if one thing doesn't get you - something else will,
which one are you - maybe die laughing still.
Feeling a bit dizzy today, perhaps I'll lie down,
took a neurofen, wonder if it helps white and brown;
think of some friends who took their own lives,
bottle of booze and pills, then the spirit dives.
All so gloomy isn't it - enjoy before too late,
believe or not because u ain't coming back again mate.
After three decades and a kicking more,
I deem it glaring waste and blatant loss
To play sad part of second servile fiddle
In elite cadres agleam with ersatz gloss.
Whatever charged scrolls attuned to pelt
With loaded deterrents deft souls that try,
I now must with age's ever-tightening belt
Stand to trite spites and their swipes defy.
Despite your puffed plots sick to the brim,
Those smiling streaks quite honed to trim
Purest dreams spruced by endless hopes;
I must pull down your fog’s fettering ropes.
Your lusts-spitting spikes I'll at last shame,
And sink them beneath your gloomy mast;
None of your snaky snares again shall trap,
Nor any of your foiling fangs soil this name.
All your trussing tentacles I must bid adieu,
Now that I am at last wholly done with you!
It was the drifting time then
With its flow I could freely fly
Across the span of the azure sky
To distant lands beyond the horizon
Soar along with the floating flock
In the warm air of conviviality.
It was the drifting time then
When in the vibes of unfurled dawn
Tinged by the golden sunbeam
I could join the kith and kin
On the breeze-braced boughs
Croon together the spring song.
It was the drifting time then
When drenched in twilight gleam
I returned to the teeming nest
In the fond closeness of you all
Fold my wings in the embrace
Of unrestrained cordial intimacy.
It is the stalled time now
Shadow of invisible coronavirus
Creeps menacingly everywhere
Turning the nest into a cage
Confined morale plunges in lone abyss
Languishes in gripping isolation.
It is the stalled time now
Burden heavy on my collapsed wings
Songs have disappeared in dark night
But the rhythm of hope pulsates in heart
New pristine dawn will color the gloomy sky
Joy and freedom of the olden times will return.
It is the stalled time now
The altered scenario has transformed
Me and the way I look at my secluded future
Where the norms of intimacy will be redefined
As the recouped life isolated and changed
Adjusts to the ways reset to the new normal.
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Written : June 23, 2021
Edited : December 30, 2021
Contest : Coronavirus (COVID-19)
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori