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O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshiped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be somber and gray
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a center and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
___________________________
My hair is mostly white with streaks of black here and there
My white hair marks me as “aged” --- is that fair?
I don’t think or feel old (to which my body keeps disagreeing)
Just let me be who and what I am without age interfering
My opinions derive from education and experience
Each and all have been my deliverance:
Reading, listening, arguing, questioning,
Curiosity, studying, rejecting and accepting.
At 78 my brain functions minus dementia or senility
And if truth be told Men don’t have a monopoly
On Life’s options due to their relentlessly reiterated virility
Womanhood has Booked her place throughout the Ages
Profoundly and sometimes better than Manhood’s Pages
(Yet I’m thankful for Men being close-by anyway!
They’re the music, poetry, and humor in Life’s abundant Plays
So Diverse, yet hoarded and cherished as Life’s Bouquets).
All this irrelevant musing won’t get me anywhere
Let’s not digress but readdress the dilemma of my white hair
A naked cranium would be icy in cold winter weather
And if it won’t grow back going bald might not be vey clever
There is always dyeing, but only another temporary solution
Dye fades and white hair will reappear of its own volition
Yet I love a rich auburn, and the right blonde shade can flatter
Black is harsh, and Browns won’t suit so do not matter
Purples, greens, pinks or rainbow are not my cup of tea
Hair coloring options or choices I cannot dictate
Or expect others to like or dislike the same as me.
Dyeing my hair will habitually face budget restrictions
A loathed state of affairs that is an odious situation
Being poor demands tribute to that which is essential
Like mortgage, utilities, eating daily (oh, so beneficial!)
Thinking, looking back and reviewing bygone years
I recall highs, lows, regrets, laughter and shed tears
I’ve earned the right to show off this head of white hair
Without dyeing, lamenting, defending or worrying if it is fair.
Perhaps it is time at last to say “Thanks” for the generous gift
I was given to walk Life’s unique (at times) inhospitable Course
Having had my share of rewards, recognition, grief and remorse
I now salute my 78 years with Good Show! Hip, Hip! Here! Here!
Glad to Be and now at ease wearing that mantle of White Hair
That serves as my symbol to Endure, Survive and Persevere.
"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.
Ding ,ding and ding The bell rang continuously.
The cotton candy man made the sound. Which made me to lure habitually
Grandma Grandma
She was the treasurer of the home permanently I asked her to give a quarter anna. To buy a cotton candy purposefully
She refused adamantly. I went into her room silently
And searched her shrink bag Stole a quarter anna coin quietly.
Bought a cotton candy joyfully. Tasted it in the backyard gladly Returned to home like a thief Grandma stood near the door angrily.
She looked me penetratingly
Her eagle eyes frightened me seriously A red particle sticked on my lip I was caught red handed notoriously
She came near to me. And beat on my back mercilessly. I never forgot the incident Learned a lesson from her personally.
Ding ,ding and ding The bell rang continuously.
The cotton candy man made the sound. Which made me to lure habitually
Grandma Grandma
She was the treasurer of the home permanently I asked her to give a quarter anna. To buy a cotton candy purposefully
She refused adamantly. I went into her room silently
And searched her shrink bag Stole a quarter anna coin quietly.
Bought a cotton candy joyfully. Tasted it in the backyard gladly Returned to home like a thief Grandma stood near the door angrily.
She looked me penetratingly
Her eagle eyes frightened me seriously A red particle sticked on my lip I was caught red handed notoriously
She came near to me. And beat on my back mercilessly. I never forgot the incident Learned a lesson from her personally.
Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track;
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the verger,
The magistrate, the chief executive -
Seated first class, all habitually sat.
Swift grandiose arches, a celebration
Trumpeting the artful masons cunning devise,
Boast loudly of the great towers
Parallelogram of terrific forces:
Crossing over in giant leaping strides.
Here below, like Hercules reclining,
The stoic gates of Latchfords black fortress locks
Lift to brace against the immense swell
Far and beyond the chimming remarks
Of Greenhalls absolute, mechanically proven,
Georgian bell;
When, ensconced within a purpose-built,
Purple brick tower:
Strikes the centuries old brewery clock
On the twelfth
Of every God given hour.
A rich bankers cantilever
Pushes doggedly against opposing, sheer,
Red Sandstone walls;
Again the mauve and azure rock pigeon claps...
And then...coo, coo, cooingly calls.
Dry buzzing heat blurs over
The hum of a high noons imcumbent midday;
The coup-de-gras scimitar wing stoops -
To fasten onto its slower-witted prey!
Steeped sides slipping amidst tumbling yellow
Gorse and sporadic flowers
Balk at the foreboding waters edge,
Where, over the denizens swirling bowers,
The resolute little rusting lugger,
Puffing and chugging,
relentlessly dredges and scours;
Churning the murky Eastham silts
That drab Manchester draw:
Into the vast hollowing quays
On beachless, concrete Salfords industrialized,
High-rise dockland shore.
Through the deepest part of the black
Channel
A salt grimed hulk smoothly slips...
Attached by a twisted hemp to the tugboat
That hauls the great ships.
Stirred by the bow waves
Flowing and ebbing like currents in time:
From the trough to the peak
The jettison and flotsam climbs -
Before succumbing to powerful undercurrents
Of irresistible designs!
Let’s please God with our faith* while growing biblically
Showing Christ-likeness believably
Revealing scriptural wisdom boldly
Presenting eternal life blissfully
Exposing heaven beautifully.
Let’s please God with our love while proclaiming His message confidently
Sharing the Gospel and salvation plan capably
Conveying Bible truths for Christian nourishment constantly
Illustrating discipleship lessons clearly
Explaining stewardship blessings conscientiously.
Let’s please God with our joy while heralding the good news of hope dutifully
Informing the lost of His truth’s assurance determinedly
Inspiring the discouraged of the Father’s care discerningly
Persuading the proud of the Spirit’s work decisively
Warning the skeptics of imminent judgments dauntlessly.
Let’s please God with our trust while communicating for Him earnestly
Standing with sanctified posture enthusiastically
Walking according to Spirit’s direction eagerly
Influencing others through good work’s gestures emphatically
Expressing sweet fellowship with the Lord endearingly.
Let’s please God with our sacrifice while delivering His tidings of peace faithfully
Enunciating “Thus saith the Lord” counsels factually
Asserting “Fear not” admonitions firmly
Uttering “The Lord is my shepherd” favourably
Saying “Even so, come, Lord Jesus” fervently.
Let’s please God with our service while exhorting believers gloriously
Voicing out the Saviour’s compassion gladly
Sounding battle cry against sin and hell’s wrath grimly
Instructing with precepts of holy living graciously
Verbalizing the great commission gratefully.
Let’s please God with our gratitude while declaring divine promises habitually
Praising His Deity in worshipping the Trinity heartily
Exalting His name in teaching His doctrines honestly
Honouring His presence in living for Him healthily
Testifying of His awesomeness in yielding to Him humbly.
*Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
March 15, 2020
I’ve understood
This annoying lover lockdown won't let me leave free anymore
No, I don't know anything divine; no oracle I have
But I have to say goodbye to the lover of a joke called lockdown
From tomorrow I will go out in love
with my familiar city lanes, roads, ports, junction areas
I’ve learned from this quarantine life
The more love for lockdown in this world, the more infections and deaths
I don't want to learn this type love of life sitting at home anymore
Fifty days of quarantine has taught me ridiculous information
Maybe according to hypocritical international imperialist god revelation
BBC, CNN, Al Jazeera and local ATN Bangla News forecast absurdity about nCov-19
Everyone is serving the news
Got it, the presence of nCov-19 is more in the lover lockdown area
to increase farcical number of infections and deaths
No, not I am anymore in this closed room
Tomorrow I will say goodbye to this useless courier of death
For many days I did not open my mind’s wings to see the surroundings of my city
Gram, Singara, Peyaju, Samusha of Baddar Jhal Bitan have not been eaten for a long time
have not been eaten for a long time the Bangle banana with bread and parched rice standing in Khuilla's Cooling Corner
Didn't drink the milk creamy tear of Alamgir under the banyan tree in front of Agrabad Ethnic Museum for a long time
Shoes have not been polished in Shimul cobbler shop for a long time
Smoking cigarettes have not been paid taka for a long time to Kuduissa, Shallo, Tinku, Raima, Zarina and other unnamed children born on the streets of Agrabad Badamtali
(I certainly can tell this amusing virus couldn’t infect and kill any of them)
did not talk about cloth business with Osman and Munni Apu in Chawkbazar Golzar Tower for a long time
There was no amorous and playful discussion with friend Adv. Habib and Adv. with Johnny for a long time
I hope I will do all these habitually from tomorrow
I know, although I won’t go from Muradpur to Agrabad hanging like monkey by the 10th no. bus
Yet, from tomorrow I shall say goodbye to this wacky lover lockdown
14.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
My dearest Levallan,
By now I had fully intended to be miles away,
But my weary feet forbid me from moving on,
While my even wearier heart beseeches me to stay,
By now I woefully assume that you have either completely forgotten me,
Have moved on to a more receptive lover in my absence,
Or that worst of all you are so racked with anger and grief that I'm the last person you want to see,
The possibility that you could perceive me as maliciously apathetic to you and our love devastates my conscience,
For that could be no further from the truth,
Without you I aimlessly wander in circles,
The rays of the sun appear cold and pale while the light of the stars can neither guide nor soothe,
My thoughts thrash cacophorically in my skull,
My words plaster themselves to my tongue,
And drip from my mouth like mercury,
What I am trying to convey my Levallan is that trying to live without you is like supporting yourself on a falling ladder by desperately clinging to the last rung,
Consider this letter my most desperate plea for reconciliation and my most heartfelt of apologies.
Forgive my solemn goodbye and sudden departure,
And my habitually callous nature that prevents me to write,
But you must understand that I never expected something like us to occur,
For with you I have founded neither pleasure as sweet nor bitter as goodbye,
You illuminated my world with the brilliance of your eyes and the richness of your lips,
Your silver hair shimmering in the afternoon sun,
When it cascades like liquid silk past your supple shoulders down to your graceful hips,
your spirit invigorates my body in our nights of passion,
And rejuvenates my heart with your loving morning gaze,
By your command I would traverse any world of fire and brimstone,
For you have wreathed exquisite colors into my life of grays,
And while I am further away than any bird has flown,
You have no need to seek me,
For if you only look at the ruffles in your sheets, the clothes on your floor, and the tears in your eyes,
You will find me.
-With all my love,
Solas
It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their bullocks from the byre quickly
They kept the wooden plows on their shoulders lovely. And walked towards the fields with the bullocks merrily The cowboys loosened the cattle from the cow barn humbly. And they ran towards the pasture lands steadily.
Unbloused women came out their huts eagerly. And milked the horned cows in their pots slowly The sweet voiced cuckoos made coo, coo sounds properly And they tried to eat the ripped noni fruits wholly
The black crows crowed caw caw continuously And they flew towards the garbage in crowd casually. Big fruit bats rushed towards the mahua trees habitually Water lilies buds blossomed into flowers suddenly
Honey bees swarmed towards the blue lilies violently Water frogs jumped into the water from the leaves instantly The snowflakes began to vanish from the grasses inevitably. Great blue herons swallowed the catfish in the fields lovely
The street was echoed by the vendor loudly. Who had sold the tasty palm wine gladly The two eyes were not enough for us widely
To saw the sun rises in the early dawn exactly.