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Simply by applying the brakes on thought,
our attention poised in the vibrant void,
we are no longer by fear forms decoyed
entwined with existence, to be self-taught.
Vicarious knowing reduced to naught,
we rest even the wisdom of Pink Floyd,
so vaporised self not by ego toyed,
we reclaim inner light, which we forgot.
We ourselves are the light, which we did seek
but had imposed on awareness, a veil,
in pursuit of desire mirroring fear,
which now that we have stopped energy leak,
enables us an earth to hoist love's sail,
whereupon we feel God's presence draw near.
02-June-2023
Arggh me hearties! We're takin' a long-awaited vacation!
Th' enchantin' isles uv th' Caribbean is ar final destination!
Hoist th' Jolly Roger an' them billowin' sails an' let's git 'er underway!
Th' Spanish Main is ripe fer pillagin' so let's git thar without delay!
Ye signed on fer this here little cruise knowin' I runs a very tight ship.
Ye do yer jobs, don't complain an' don't ye dare give me any lip!
Ye'll git three squars a day an' yer daily tot uv rum as well.
An' I 'spect ye ta stick wit' me tho' we may ketch almighty hell!
Now if'n we happen ta meet a sloop er two upon th' boundin' main,
Ah'll 'spect ye ta wield yer swords an' cause th' scoundrels pain!
Jes' keep in mind that ye'll share in th' booty that we acquire,
An' I promise ye a proper burial at sea if'n ye should expire!
Arggh me maties! Ah'm anxious ta run me fingers thro' them pieces uv eight!
An' git me paws on them thar island beauties! Aye! I kin hardly wait!
Ye! Up thar in th' crow's nest! Keep a sharp lookout fer any ships at sea!
An' ye fellers on th' deck aim them cannons true when ye hear "far!" frum me!
Ah don't reckon that we'll be received as welcome guests in any port,
An' them wily natives will 'ave thar guns aimed at us frum ever' fort!
But if'n ye keep yer swords honed an' yer blunder busses' powder dry,
We'll carry off thar wimmin an' swag as we wave ta them goodbye!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 9 in Paula Swanson's "A Tale o' Pillagin'" Contest - July 2010
You can scream, 'cause you know
Nowhere else for you to go.
You can kill, pull a knife,
Point a gun, take a life.
But in the end, all will see,
You're a curse to their humanity.
The celeb spell that you cast
Made of nothing but tawdry glass.
You want life 'cause you know
Your money is nothing but a show.
We see your face, know your mind,
The rabid beast in your mankind.
Say you're better than the rest,
Hoist your flag, beat your chest.
Steal the land, poisoned soil,
Drunk on wine, while children toil.
Your masses on popcorn feast,
Worshiping their threadneedle beast.
Take a walk, hug a tree,
Know how life is meant to be.
Don't be caught, in their game.
More you watch, more they tame.
Dumb you down, make you weak,
Breath of innocence the ghouls all seek.
But Alpha Omega knows the plan
Here long before their race began.
Ghoulish time is short, built on tears
Their count in days, months, and years.
Bloody empires, we watched them fall,
Like their savage coliseum wall.
Life you choose, better, or worse,
In, or out, their hologram universe.
Joanna Davis
4th July 2026
Defrocked yachts on moorings in the bay
Pull at tethers like dogs yearning for a walk
The ruffled blue waters, rippling white glary glints
Sea of sparkles, gentle tiny flashing lights like town twinkling at night.
Listen closely as the bobbling yachts creak, groan, rock and lilt
Whispering and murmuring sea shanties to each other.
Hoist the main, unfurl the jib
Drop the mooring rope, unleash the boat to sail.
Horses loves to run, sailboats loves to sail
Straining, heeling over, yielding to wind
But contriving to trick the wind to grab its power
To drive the yacht forward through the sea.
The waves are sliced through, and surface waters parted
As the sailboat flings delightfully forward
Relishing the sail, frolicking with crew
Sailing free on true blue waters
With true and steady winds, that blew and blew on blue all day.
I want to be a child again.
I want to skip down the glen, singing
Here We Go Gathering Nuts In May.
Holding Daddy's hand in mine.
I want to know I'm loved.
That someone is watching over me.
Bandaging cuts, kissing bruises better.
Making sure I have my tea.
I want to learn to swim again.
Ring A Ring A Rosie....we all fall down.
Until I learn to hold my breath.
Then doggie paddle...then float.
I'm free in the sea.
I want to play hide and seek.
Try not to giggle until I'm found.
To climb The Mount, then roll down.
To be back in school, with Miss Mc Cloon.
Learning my ABC's and Do Re Mee's.
I want mum to cuddle me.
Call me her "Wee Angel."
Dad to hoist me on his shoulders.
So I can see...360 degrees.
Wobbling on a grown up's bike.
Down the school lane.
Big brother Derek
holding on behind ,then
letting go....laughing,
as I glance behind....terrified.
If I could start again,
I would revel in it all.
Being grown up is no fun,
when little ones are getting tall.
and you are responsible for
keeping them on the ball.
I want to be a child again.
No man's too small to hoist a helping hand,
Nor any a deed too small if well-meant,
Nor a task too tough for a noble end,
Mind can if means can't make a mighty dent.
A journey of a daunting task off shore
Begins with but a single step forward,
‘Drop by drop filleth lakes’ is no vain lore,
An ounce of action… oft have we this heard.
Many a learned man knows this truth well,
But rather than help he spins hyper hypes.
Intention matters more, how a squirrel
Strove to earn mythical laurels and stripes,
So goes a tiny squirrel's tallest lore,
Silent did she work building a barrage—
An episode from an epic of yore,
So sang sage Valmiki of ancient age.
A folktale, an aside from Ramayana:
Rama's spouse abducted was to an isle—
Confined to a far off spot by Ravana,
That came camouflaged in a monk's fair guile.
When lured and mislead by a golden deer,
That too was the demon's bewitching guile,
In stealth when cried out, ‘O Lakshman, my dear',
And destiny unfolded in a while.
In Rama's voice the wily demon cried,
And Sita beseeched Lakshman, forcing him
To render help; what followed, a bad dream,
For, Ravan waited hiding in monk's hide.
The search began thence in woods and deep vales,
Hilly terrains, meadows and leas and dales,
And they came searching to where ends the land,
An ocean spread forth, looking like no friend.
Hanuman, Rama's key aid, a legend,
To whom no task too big was, such was he,
Then volunteered to leap across the land
To luring Lanka, a land across sea.
And returned soon with hopeful but sad tale:
Captive Sita’s safe in Ravan's red hands,
Who, in no mood peace parleys to avail,
Oh had to be dealt with on Lankan sands.
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Originally Ramayana was written in Sanskrit by Valmiki, a sage who was a fierce bandit in his early life.
Epic | 06.04.13 |
Continued in Part II
Love's winds were at their crest
when you lost your job.
We did our part; God did the rest;
then our home was robbed.
The winds blew raw; love passed the test.
When the autumn wind is kind
it blows you to my lips;
Winter's wind can bite and grind,
yet our kiss is not eclipsed.
All year long, love's on our mind.
Springtime winds can bless or curse
as true love's flag we hoist.
Through good times and through worse,
in summer's hurricane, rejoice,
day by day, in love immersed.
September 5, 2019
contest: Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted to Write Poetry Contest
hostess: Caren Krutsinger
WHEELCHAIR BOUND
Dots appeared and disappeared
a single sunray flashed onto
wheelspokes, canvas seat
comfortably frayed
bought secondhand
her unexercised legs flabby
window bars rusted, panes cracked
nobody cared
there she sat thinking about
cooking porridge with cinnamon
tricky to wheel in
two meter wide kitchen
lighting gas stove sitting no easy feat
this was charnel ground
no cash oozing pockets or
colour disappearing into op-art
no bra-strap laughter
or fruit bowl decorations
no one visited
thought wheelchair bound infectious
what if they too had to
sit for a narrow cold shower
or pop-a-wheely to see
a bird swallow a caterpillar ?
here trees were being chopped
their screaming pain slicing her nerves
cockroaches, ego-deaths
not knowing about this phase
of unpalatable life
she wheeled to a sunny patch
her relegated cement square
stared at Sun questioningly
He smiled at her pain
saying it was not in vain
she grimaced, then smiled in return
remembering cinema days
mall ice-cream, walks on beaches
vague memories round and round
with wheel tires, like neglected hamsters
nobody wanted to hoist wheelchair into air
then car booth, all too much trouble
had too much to do
shattered human perceptions falling
to be buried
chair had tatty armrests for lifting body
she could not buttocks rise up
to call street boy for corner shop loaf
hunger had to wait
till neighbour knocked
Buddha said all bodies merge
with charnel ground
sooner or later heads, arms, ears
are broken down
images across a sieve screen
Plato saw this too as shadows
still they feared coming near
locked into an eye flap timeline which said
what if I too ?
when wheels become legs
and humans less, sight clears
what was once flotsam and jetsam
floats away into goodbye bays
enjoyment of senses merely a persistent
layer of life
wheelchair bound is part of Plan
so sound, a mechanism for peeling
two wheels become friends
grinding ignorance, flattens what serves not
unfolding a Mode of Goodness
every spoked circle has a
tacit teaching agenda
No experience in virtue vain
IGNORANCE
Every day dawns and sets in west and
Every night comes and hides in east
Every soul comes in birth and departs in death
Excep t human every thing is right
Nothing is wrong and nothing is worst
Between birth and death
He spoils this earth
He wants everything for him and
He wants to take everything with him
Though he crossed many births and deaths
He forgets that he is nothing in death
Can he take even a penny with him ?
He forgets in today’s rush and crush
His greed on money and lust on women
Continues and continues up to his death
He learns more in schools and from books but
He forgets to learn from this earth
They were few came and told
The unstable state of life and wealth
Even he is begging there money and forts
To hoist his flag and rule this earth
Hoisted high above the ground
Floating in the gentle breeze
Colors and symbols depict a message
That some reject, but others please
Be it local or in a foreign land
Violence or peace it can incite
Some may regard it nonchalent
But others defend, with all their might
It's the mouthpiece and sounding board
Of what is in the human heart
Of those who raise it to it's perch
As their position they seek to impart
Yes, - the flag can easily define
How we view, life, liberty and death
Many seek to extol it's virtue
Guarding it, until their final breath
Isaiah spoke of lifting a banner
It draped over Solomon with love
Should it not be the guiding force
Symbolizing, as a peaceful dove
So, let the Christian hoist it high
In action, word and deed
Always portraying Christ as King
May God grant this to be our creed
Colan L Hiatt = 08-03-15
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