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Premium Member It Started with a Blank Canvas

It all began as my wife and I were attending a
state fair. My wife had joined with a friend,
and the two of them sought their interest and
fantasies. I simply wandered about from one booth
to another until I came upon a gentleman painting
on a canvas. It caught my interest when he sighted
and made eye contact with me about 8 feet away.

Suddenly, I was taken aback as it would appear that
He began painting a picture of me. From a blank canvas,
he proceeded to paint at a pace I had never seen and began
with a FOREHEAD covered with aging lines and sweat.
The sheer sight of that forehead brought drops of 
sweat to my forehead.

There seems to have been a prophetic link between
the painter, the canvas, and myself, uniting us like
the confluence of rivers.

Little did I expect that he would be painting a picture
of me. As he proceeded with great brevity and skill,
every aspect of the painting created a like-effect
on myself. As he continued, with watery EYES, he said
such eyes portrayed my own, filled with cares and burdens
of hurting people.

The EARS he painted were larger than normal and embraced
with signs seen only by those needing to speak in confidence
to a trusted one. The tired, weary, and lonely souls knew
that the ears were special and designed to listen to their
cries of neglect and pain; to their disappointment, mistakes,
and misfortunes.

As the painter began with a normal-looking NOSE, he assured me
that the nose was lightyears from normality because it was equipped,
not to pass judgment on the sins of mankind, but to filter what came
through it.  And like a tree taking in carbon dioxide and giving out oxygen, such was the nose of my own that he painted.

Lastly, the talented and prophetic painter paused and stared at me
just before starting on the MOUTH. There were no critical words of
caution from him or the mouth he painted. Notwithstanding, unspoken
words flowed into my heart and soul, igniting a change in the way and
tone of my speech.  I was therefore informed that my lips of dust must henceforth release more words of divine love.  

Not all of our lives are like a box of chocolate, never knowing what we
are going to get. Sometimes, God unveils the essence of our lives in mysterious ways. In my case, it is a 'never-ending story'. But it started
with a blank canvas.
art
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Joey and Dragon Graduate

Today was the day Dragon’s brother Joey graduated from Nursing School.
And yes, Dragon wanted to be there, it was, really, going to be Sooo Cool!
Parents and students gussied up in all their finery, a sight truly to behold.
The University never, truly, looked better, as future dreams began to unfold.

And Joey gave Dragon, the best-est thing ever, his very own, special invite.
Now, we all know how things go amok, when Dragon is allowed on the site.
Every-thing was truly prepared, or so they thought, as Dragon sallied forth.
His own fire retardant Cap, Gown, and tassel to be immortalized, henceforth.

He was a part of the ceremony, to light their candles, in a symbolic gesture…
Before to the world, they, go forth, Why Dragon? Cause he’s such a treasure.
Yes, He’d receive an Honorary Degree, for all the lives, from fires, he’d saved.
Grandpa Troll was on the College Board of Directors, we were all amazed!

Apparently, Grandpa Troll had donated, a burn ward to the local Hospital…
Where our son Joey, would work, jump-starting his career, just a wee, little.
All the people Dragon had saved from fires, would be there to sing their praise.
As Joey wanted to dedicate his Nursing Career to burn patients, all his days.

It’s amazing how lives change, when strangers, are first allowed, into our lives.
And the Carpenter Trolls signed up for College, Architecture, was their drive.
Such determination, from a little Dragon egg, that was brought into our lives.
It brought so much purpose, to so many, when he chose, one morning to arrive.

Dragon roared out his glee and fire, sigh, as a surprise degree, was given to him!
All agreed no one needed the curtains, podium, or stage, as all sang, their hymn! 
Hundreds of ready fire extinguishers, came into view, a new tradition was formed.
3 new degrees, came to the College curriculum, as thankfully, no one was harmed.

What three new degrees were added, you ask? Fire fighting, Burn Units Nursing,
Plus a Psychology Degree of “what change can do for your lives, if you let it in”.
Yeah, we’re all nuts! But very innovative, as our son, suggested, the new degrees.
Then he and Dragon led the hat toss, before leading all, out the door, to be free…

Written celebrating Joeys Nursing College Graduation. 5-15-2016
For Contest: Not written for any contest... Contest

A Packet of Lies

A PACKET OF LIES

I will build houses on the oceans
And you shall have no cause to
Cry again like those without shelter;
I will build an Estate and make it
Free of charge for all masses.
I shall declare my assets naked
When you vote for me this time.

All students shall go on scholarship,
I will build schools and hostel for them,
All the beggars shall dine on my table;
No more beggars strike, all are free to beg no more.
When the rain fall, it shall drench none,
The sun shall not harm our children.
One plate of food twice a day for all public school
Children in the country, is that not a change?
All the children shall be well taken care of
Because they are the leaders of tomorrow.

I will take care of the widows in the land,
I shall be their husband day and night,
None shall be barren in this land of hope;
For there shall be plenty to eat and leave.
The widows shall be elevated in my courtyard,
None shall cry over their lost husbands.

Henceforth, I shall do my own share 
In the building of this great nation,
I shall attend to matter of the state,
Great delicate diplomatic issues shall I solve.
The roads shall smile and rejoice when I assume office.
I shall share the national cake equally,
I will repair the refineries and fight corruption in the state,
I shall play my own role  in the nation building.


Insurgency shall be no more,
Killing and terrorism shall end,
BH shall I conquer within three months in office,
Vote for me!  vote for change!! Vote for me!!!
I know the way to the BH's heart which we know.
I shall stand for everyone in the country,
For I shall go against my own grain to satisfy your
Mutual quest of corrupt free country.

Freedom shall be for the Bus-drivers,
The market women shall testify and rejoice,
I will make our currency higher than the pounds.
I am for everybody and not for anyone,
Vote for change not transformation,
Vote for united nation not for disunity.


Vote for freedom of the press,
Vote for social amenities,
I wll serve those that vote for me and those 
That didn't vote for me because everyone has his choice to make.
I will turn the country round to favour all,
The hunt and the hunted, and the hunter.
Abundance of bread shall we all live in,
I promise not to fail you when you vote for me.

(C) JCV
Form: Narrative

{"bright Light"}

Bowing humbly, before "The Father of Light!"
That I could gather in, the four corners of the earths wind
To spread them out as a garment, before their vision
As the stars within the firmament, across the night skies
Transcending, this place and time....
These billowing clouds, that have showered these eyes!
While I stand upon eternities edge
Looking across this chasm, and down, into the valley below
The piteous pangs of reverberating echoes, wistfully crying
Pleading with Heavens, heart and soul
To release their spirits, from this anguish inside
This house of torment, that has marked their lives....
My outstretched hands, beckoning to the four winds
To gather them in, before the end of days, forever arrives?
My moment, my existence, my breath and my life
Standing, with "Jesus Christ!"
Speaking of tales, into my soul which has crossed
Long ago, this barrier of flesh and bone....
Nothing has changed-it has always been the same
From the days of Cain, unto this moments final edge
Where upon We now stand, facing this wall of tumultuous tides
Blackened curtains, of darkness' forever veiled desires
Permeating, with showers of lightning, amid their approaching plight....
While the 'Children of Promise,' longingly await
These forever breakings, of histories fetters and chains
That have shackled their souls, unto the thorns of fate?
'Heavens Mighty Angels,' forever closing, 'This Book'
That has dissolved within my hands
As the 'Sprinkling of Blood,' trickled, upon my opened palms....
Above this valley, these outstretched arms, 'Nailed to "The Cross"'
Standing with "Christ," and the 'Prophets of "Light!"'
The 'Children of Tomorrow,' now, gathering in these four winds
From the corners of this place-to cast them into their eyes
The eye of the storm, that lies ahead....
Forever extinguishing its fire, within its smoldering ashes, of smoke
Which shall never henceforth, ever, rise again!?
As "The Precious Blood," trickles upon the valley
Of times endless sea of "Souls"
Echoing no more, with sounds of sorrow-'Paradise Restored'
In "The Land of The Living"....
To cast 'This Spear,' into the heart of the shadows, darkened demise!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                     {"Bright Light"}
Form:

Ashen-Cradle

A haunting past that trails behind,
An unnerving shadow that fails to blend.
The harrowing voices that curve the bend,
Sending your sanity off to the other end.

The gleaming red eyes that tend to blind,
The long veiny hands stretched out to lend.
One that offers an ironic life to bade,
The other that offers prosperity to the dead.

A single screech delivered into the calmness of the night,
Resulting in a sublimal dance with Death
in plain sight.

"I can't leave!"the woman pleads.
And then a single tear bleeds,
As she holds onto her belly like a tree nurturing Her seeds. 

"Take me,but give my offspring a nourishing life to cherish!"
"Offer prosperity to the living,and allow me to perish!"
A woman's soulful cries pierce through the ears of Death,
As it transforms to a mother's  fostering wreath .

"I have provided you two choices,from which you should choose,thereupon which you would decide a course:a tumultous one,or a heavenly life disclosed."
"While selecting,please do not halter,since there is nothing much you can alter."
"The life of the newborn has been sealed in its fate within the Mother's womb,and might be offered a rebirth,as inscribed in those Egyptian Tombs."


"No,it wasn't fate,it was the unlikely sequences that unfolded on this unholy date."
"My baby,my only love,had seen a bright future with him,only for his name to be now carried by a dove."
"That awful creature,that immoral creation,sped up too fast,drunk and driving,to lead to my sweet baby's cremation."
"Death,I could have chosen the crippled life,but without my baby,why live a life of pain and turmoil?"
"I henceforth would place my choice as death,Oh dear Death,I really hope you would issue a path of karma for my baby and me,unleash wrath upon that miserable creature,in the name of the trusting faith with which I abide in you."
How strange,a woman putting her trust in Death to take revenge,when every course of action is bounded by fate.Death gently smiled,as He led her by hand,to the spontaneously sparkling Heavenly gates.
And one last look around,and in the blink of an eye,the atmosphere became gloomy again,with a struggling cry.A car was found,overturned,with a man inside wrenching in agony,his futility burnt.Karma and Faith,had returned.
© Smiti Basu  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Memorial Day, 2025




While I struggle to understand 
the battles, the wars
unending shadows weep 
for the moments
just before duty called 
you to the front lines, 
where you would meet 
the last encounter
with courage that I could never imagine,
valor, gallantry, boldness
 	fearless as the weeping shadow

my heart aches from the knowing
you were young and innocent, fallen
now a soldier beneath the ground
where silent memories can’t disturb
the freedom found, the freedom bought
by your last stand
		grief whispers, melting
	away all the passing dreams
where you once felt reassured
		by the promise of years

years you didn’t have, because time
left you alone with the battle,
	alone in a war with timeless 
		shadows, fallen soldiers
lost wars, wars that mean
	we can breathe free, be free
		in the way we believe
the way we see – our hearts sing
because you gave us wings
as you flew away, an angel now
an angel gone from this lonely silence
	leaving the war, the moment
		quietly – as we cry
remembering, what you have done

oh my, you have gone
	but what you have done
defines my life, offers liberties
I would never have known,
	gracefully, you stood, alone
fought that battle
	so I might know
freedom is mine, 
	but oh, my – NO
freedom isn’t free –
but how she calls to me!

Thank you, soldier
for paying the price for me
 
Thank you, warrior
for fighting the battle for me

without you, 
	I wouldn’t know the peace
that comes from living a life
freely, free as free can be
free because you paid the highest price
you gave your life so that I might be

FREE



John 15:13-17
King James Version

13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

14 Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.

15 Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.

16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.

17 These things I command you, that ye love one another.

Premium Member Naughty Or Nice

Santa! Oh, Santa! Please listen to me. It’s for Dragon! I’m begging you, please!
Dragon didn't mean to be naughty! He’s crying! He’s even down, on his knees!
Christmas is coming! He wants to be nice! Heaven knows what, he’ll do next!
It’s been quite a week! Beyond his control! And, of course, you know, the rest!

First, he swooped in to help an old Lady, as she tried to walk across a street.
But the wind from his wings; caught her and blew her away, and into a heap!
He volunteered: as a candy stripper, helping patients, at a hospital, without reward.
No smoking allowed, with the seriously ill, his Fire blew up, that one LITTLE ward.

He raked all the leaves for old Mister Brown, for free; who was so very, pleased. 
He gave Dragon an at-a boy! And added a slap on his back, making him sneeze. 
Which startled a spark, from Dragons great mouth. It’s a pity… what they say…
Mr. Brown’s house won’t be finished rebuilding, till… next spring and a day.

Dragon helped with the neighborhood school playground… monitoring the swings.
Upon hearing the comment, “I want to go higher”, they found Space, was achieved.
Now, sad and so lost, Dragon checked out a place, Google Earth had blurred out…
Jets forced him down, it was a secret location, now wiki-leaks-men run, all about.

At an Old Folks Picnic, Dragon grabbed 2 oldsters, then sat on a 3rd, one windy day.
Stopping them from being blown away, the 3rd leaves intensive care, soon, they say.
Baby sitting, a baby that kept crying, Dragon grew so upset, smoke billowed forth.
The firemen decided, until his smoke is under control, ‘no babysitting’, henceforth!

Santa is great! This we all definitely know! To get all these problems under control... 
He said ‘don’t try so hard!’ As he found Dragon’s heart not only nice, but pure gold! 
Peace was ensured, as he sent Dragon home… for his family to enjoy, and to enfold!  
Now life will be better, for all! I’m sure!… Or so I do hope, to behold!

But… Pardon me, Santa… Did you just… say?… He’s officially nice, in your view?
Santa, perhaps a warning is due. His wish list, 2 miles long, is coming to you!
For all, it’d been quite a week, mission accomplished, as Santa gave a knowing wink!
‘Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! Peace on Earth’, even with Dragon around, me-thinks.

Sons and Daughters of the First Born

Sons and daughters of the first born
From original source we were all shorn

Progeny of the brightest stars
All were unwitting avatars

Flung from the quiver
Each a message to deliver

Look out at the world
Into which we were hurled

We struggle to stand
In this dark hinterland

No longer can we hide
Behind eyes now open wide

The oldest of souls
Living truths will extol

Dropping wisdom of the ages
Like pearls from the sages

They endeavor to bring unto (wo)man
The true vision of the master’s plan

Your so-called truths need some revision
There never was a spiritual division

On shoulders to bare an original sin
No wrong was done by ancestral kin

This world given to us to explore and tame
We were not sent here to swim in shame

This an untruth you were sold
To shackle the beings created so bold

Fret not about the wrongs and rights
We all experience the dark and the light 

Whether good or bad not for you to perceive
The fruit has not fallen so far from the tree

On different paths we are set to learn
Another’s lesson is not your concern

If your eye offends you then pluck it out
That decision for others not what you’re about

Judge not as we have long been told
Or henceforth you will be judged ten-fold

With false honor we cry eye for an eye
But this my brethren is yet another lie

The truth was revealed; even babes know
You only will reap that which you will sow

Whether walking in love or in earthly malice
The same you will drink from the golden chalice

Ego untamed that villain of old
In truth this is your pot of gold

Universal conscience the contingency plan
Your individual beauty your ego-(wo)man

Whether wide is the path or narrow the way
Who among us can absolutely say

Undeniable truth for one and for all
It’s pride alone that will cause you to fall

Refusal to seek your truth that’s within
Finds feet that are pathless again and again

These pearls stolen by antiquity thieves
Time to get up now; off your knees

It’s not for you to bow and cower
Earthly presence of the highest power

Sons and daughters of the first born
Original source is that which we mourn

Progeny of the brightest stars
We all are now fallen avatars
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nemesis

"When God given gift is mistaken as self earned power, people become arrogant and arrogance leads to fall"    By Poet.

The crow we see, was once a beautiful bird
Sweet as a lark and white as a swan
The world stood in rapturous glee
As he poured out melodies with such elan
     
Proud and haughty over his gorgeous form
He reckoned himself to be the crown of creation
To all other birds he was a cynosure of charm
And he feasted on their praises of mad veneration 

Presumptuously dwelling on altitudes high
He thought the world was revolving round him
Looking at others with contempt and disdain
He wanted everyone to dance to his whim

At morn when other birds twittered and chirped
And sang devotional lays in praise of God, 
The crow refused to sing any song
As he deemed himself to be far above the Lord

God wanted to teach the arrogant bird a lesson 
A messenger with warning from Heaven was sent
‘Unless you turn humble and with respect others treat  
God’s wrath will fall and you shall lament’

Sneering at this and rebuking the terrestrial envoy, 
With haughty arrogance, the crow went his way.
By dusk, he flew down to perch on a tree
Alas, the branch gave way to his utter dismay! 

Losing balance, he slid down into a can of tar
Disappointed was he as he emerged all black
But hoped that a dip in water would wash away the dirt 
And once more he would be, to his former self back

Soon God’s messenger with ire reappeared in a vision
This time, stark were his words of admonition
‘Henceforth you and your progeny will all be black
Ugly in appearance, scavengers you shall be known! 

‘In place of the tuneful melody, you were blessed
Your sound will be sonorous and rough’
Saying this, the apparition vanished out of sight
And the crow knew his life ahead would be tough

He waited impatient for the dawn to break
Before all other birds were up and awake
He decided to try and test his sound
And was startled at what came in the wake

“Caw…. Caw…. Spurted the sound from his beak
Jarring and raucous, harsh and husky! 
While other birds laughed over and celebrated his fall
The poor defeated crow was left grouchy and dusky
Form: Rhyme

Many Faceted Modern Prejudices

The mind wants to believe in positivity around the globe & when this desire sets its roots, what happens next is a world wide disease 'Globasity'
It spreads like a forest fire but unfortunately its end doesn't come as free and easy as does its Origin or Spread!
But wait, this term is too general ! 
What are the modern prejudices we want to talk about, here !
The world we are in today has an immensity of problems as well as solutions, lifestyles or rules and regulations !
Be it private, government, or corporate, nothing remains untouched by this abundance !
The most surprising aspect about the term 'Probability' being 'Uncertainties', have different Nature, too ! 
All this might sound like a jigsaw puzzle but well, here is an attempt to nurture its meaning relatable !
These biases which are far beyond the differences prevailing in minds of an Individual set their roots in 'Perception' !
A misfortune occurring to oneself or some other can get stuck forever if developing strength against any such happenings is not taught since the very beginning.
The study or observance of practicality that develops from the learning of pasts with adulteration of perceptions, at each level !
Another instance is, an embellished wits of someone is a challenge to another but what makes it malign or beautiful is the perception. So, most difficult question out of all this is what builds it and how can it be changed !
Talking physically, it can be changed only by understanding and working towards its betterment.
What creates a stagnation towards its betterment is the adamant mind to sustain adaptability. For others to adapt your thoughts you need to adapt them yourselves first so that you can be understandable and not contradictory, hence, confusing !!
If all you need & want is to run away from the thoughts responsibly, you must take the burden of your decision and hence adapt your lifestyle henceforth. Putting resentment in mind is not good for healthy survival.
So, no matter what the decision is, taking charge is the ultimate solution !
By taking a charge I mean other's success should not develop repentance for your decision but a firmness in chosen path is important ????
© Vigya Kaul  Create an image from this poem.

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