Long Humanness Poems
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Doesn't the mountainness of a mountain remains the same,
Though it holds hiking, rafting, golfing, and many a game?
Don't flowers maintain their floweness or seeds their seedness,
Having fulfilled their given works in absolute meekness...?
Humanness stays humanness owing to its consciousness,
Unless, like sunrays tucked by clouds, gets shrouded by darkness;
The light of consciousness, like the radiant sun shines on,
If light is not seen does it mean the sun is dead and gone...?
As attraction to the sun is inborn in a lotus,
Spirit, soul, sense, and nature are within, without notice;
Even tall, stout, and strong trees have, for them, the soil to hold,
The rootedness of consciousness holds creatures young or old...!
In my sleeping and waking or dreaming the day or night,
In all walks, runs, falls, and rises consciousness holds me tight;
Consciously knowledgeable and knowledgeably conscious,
Like the cosmos, beyond boundaries, moves the awareness...!
I, like a growing child, step-by-step learn realities,
Wavy without like a storm, within I am like a breeze;
Service to beings has become my manifestation,
Compassion stands deep-rooted as my conscious summation...!!!
10 May 2023
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Do others often ask themselves,
" Are there days without darkness...
when another storm shows fierceness?
Has hope dimmed for selfish reasons? "
And the living pay little attention to events,
although they grin and appear to be perplexed;
and they miss every sign of the crucial times:
how can they not be aware? That's so absurd!
Are there days without darkness?
The evil ones embrace dark ideals
to accomplish a task linked to death,
to control and suppress each breath!
Anybody who holds the absolute power,
shouldn't neglect the masses with needs;
money is squandered on wars that drives:
brother against brother, sister against sister!
Lost is the concept of fairness, of humanness;
they silence the one who's forced to rebels against
the iron hand from the throne of false atonement:
they have built a dungeon fit for raving lions!
Are there days without darkness,
with limpid skies of unfaded blueness?
Are the paved roads free of thistles:
where all are safe from vile threats?
Mulberry-leaf-munching moth pupa
spins silk to make the cocoon
for its transformation into its adult form
as a winged moth.
Pupa in the cocoon is
excited it will fly soon
Ten more days to go
It will fly and go
Joyous and happy it lays
Dreaming of future days
Heartless man picks it up
Drops it in boiling water
Takes out its threads
Makes clothing out of it
It is boiled alive for money and clothing!
People pay huge money buy, flaunt silk clothes
No one thinks how the cloth is manufactured
Even those who do, don't care about the silk worm
Why are humans so heartless
To kill instantly and eat is understandable
To boil alive for clothing, earning ??????......
All those who extract silk from silk worm should be boiled in hot water
And their body parts used for unnecessary purposes
Maybe then they will understand
Or maybe still they won't!
For humans are by nature most heartless of all living organisms
Our heartlessness knows no bounds.
Our selfishness has no limits.
We get back what we give state scriptures
For all that humans are doing what they will get back
I shudder to think
God please give some humanness to humans
27.03.2021
Note : According to PETA aproximately 3000 worms are killed to make one pound of silk. Say no to silk.
Love’s Trial
by Odin Roark
Side-by-side
They travel together
Lust the ever-free spirit
Reality the ever-faithful arbiter
From time to time
Reality’s mediating influence
Becomes smitten as well
It’s only human
Usually during the inevitable deposition of Lust
Where questioning of Love’s visceral weakness
From Reality’s listen-now-or-suffer-later truth factor
Steadfast common sense often renders
Passion’s natural appetite to feel…well…
Unnatural
Inducement’s tactics can be challenging
But as time passes
Love’s back and forth trial of persuasion
Is decided by Patience and Respect
The yin and yang judge of all things lasting
Even as our side-by-side rivals
Continue patrolling Love’s “faithfulness” highway
Often eyeing each other from opposite lanes
But avoiding frivolous confrontation
Love normally holds strong
Avoiding prurient weakness
Protecting its right to remain esteemed
However…
Once in a while
Lust and Reality acquiesce
Accept their humanness and weakness
Join hands
Admit they miss each other
And flirting their way
To the next watering hole
Try to avoid causing
Another “settlement” kind of trial
the tide expels it
leaves
it wallowing
sun blisters
the carcass tumbles
torn flesh flaps
bone snaggles bone
a humanness -
as if a mangled person
trying to escape
from coils
from death
from the ocean within it
a kind of birth
a kind of shedding
a metamorphous
becoming
night laps
at the lolling mound
cavities rupture
gas bubbles take
luminous shape
a figure emerges
stumbles toward
the lights of a village
the remains hang together
they have been eaten
and now they are hungry
a raw
gaping belly rumbles
it imagines
fish in a skillet
a glass of strong ale waiting
for cracked lips
Jesus Christ truly was and is God's son
as God Christ is creator of the universe
He has no need of anything at all
Christ's riches evidence in Bible's verse
being the remedy for mankind's fall
This Jesus incarnate became man
but remained God in His fullness
heretics really go wrong at this point
which shows the root of their sinfulness
Christ became poor in becoming like us
adding His humanness to being divine
but suffering severely in His crucifixion
for us poor sinners, He's our living vine
Believers this is a mystery so sublime
Christ died for all our sins future and past
bringing salvation to sinners Jesus saves
for He out of love our sins has cast
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
though rich Jesus Himself became poor
to bring divine riches to us sinners
so receive heavenly blessings so pure
(For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake, he became poor so that you by his poverty might become rich.)
2 Corinthians 8: 9 (ESV)
I don't look like anybody else on the planet, you see...
I don't think and write as others do to hide pretense:
my aspiration is not to be someone else,
because a unique individual lives in me.
I had lots of friends in my teen years,
sadly, not a true one I could remember today
and that friend I found only in mother not others...
many regrets I have, but that bitterness has faded away.
I learned by watching, pondering, analyzing and comparing
vast differences in character, deed and action...
it was like seeing actors in a drama: each one expressing
their feelings, expecting a positive reaction.
Sometimes I see myself as a modern philosopher with definite
thoughts on logic and theories...and most certainly
not a Plato, Aristotle or Socrates, and as amazing as they were,
they would criticize and scold me with their harsh words of antiquity.
I sympathize with anyone who has suffered a loss:
it's the humanness that defines and completes me;
I am more patient than anybody who carries his cross,
because a unique individual lives in me.
It was not very stately standing all alone,
A small tree full of pinnate foliage,
Had no appearance of being strong,
Looked rigid, this songbird and squirrel village.
Thought how vulnerable and helpless it looked,
All by itself out there on the lawn,
The trunk of the tree had a severe crook,
Yet, it had stood and survived numerous storms.
Once again heavy and stormy clouds rolled in,
Wind speeds soared at a massive rate,
Unbridled fury twisted each limb,
Without doubt, it would snap and death would be its fate.
The howling wind swelled with extreme deadly force,
Power only Mother Nature brings,
But defeat it refused to endorse,
For this submissive tree was strong enough to bend.
When the storm passed and the sun was shining bright,
The tree was straight though some broke in the wind,
Thought about our humanness in this light,
In hardships, the rigid snap; just the strong can bend.
My life should be like that tree,
Able to endure life’s harsh winds,
How much better it would be,
If I was strong enough to bend.
My profound admiration for Michelangelo goes
beyond the Renaissance genius that he was;
humanness on humble faces out of norm,
seeking their Creator with a human form!
I envision him on his back painting nudity
on the high ceiling of the Sistine Chapel as hot sweat
dripped from his forehead...did he anticipate any threat
in exposing the beauty of the human sexuality?
Out of Carrara white marble, he carved those life-like sculptures:
David with his muscular was one of his best creation! Amid
war and bloodshed, his spirit shone while his hand chiseled and painted;
wealthy popes and kings hired him to embellish their palaces and churches!
What driving force made him accomplish such masterpieces
so timeless and beautiful? Was his faith, passion or events that inspired
him? I'm astonished by them and lose myself in them as many have for ages...
taking a journey to an era when literature and art flourished!
.
Why does my consciousness get swiftly corroded?
Why my conscience finds itself in contradiction?
Why with strange thoughts, words, and actions mind get loaded?
Why betwixt likes and dislikes there's constant friction...?
Soul soft, as a gentle tender breeze gets soon swayed,
The spirit within, by cares and worries, is hauled;
Cracks in the axle of awareness make verve jade,
My senses, like birds and beasts, in slavery, stalled...!
This is, hence, I have decided to cleanse myself,
All that is making me drown in the sea of dread,
Should be shed and the soul should become a fresh shelf,
Wherein humanness should its motherly wings spread...!
In a bodiless, celestial space now I swim,
All that entrapped me, like a hunter's net, are gone;
Desires defeated heart and mind possess no whim,
Cleansed of all pitch dark clouds I see a dazzling dawn...!
Renunciation and detachment have been born,
And have started dwelling in me, making me light;
Indifferences, like dust in the gale, are blown,
My bond with each being has become rightly tight...!!!