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Lord Krishna had told long time ago-
Grave words like the sea not hollow:
"In the time of industrial & modern age,
People would be the birds in a golden cage:
Where they'd born with the wings colouring
But they'd forget the tune of how to singing,
People of modern time would be heartless
They'd be the cause of blame, never confess!
Science & technology would touch the apex
But the root of it like the dead tree fakes,
All sayings would be inactive fantastical
As a hand contains bloodless & acute nail,
People during modern age would be the king
And wish to govern over vassals very tiring,
When all strengths would subject to ash
And blood would submerge into flesh,
Only a MANTRA would come sailing by-
Hare Krishna & I'd be there being the moonlike eye."
Ongoing Generation
Human nature changing, hardening fast,
loosing emotions, always in hurry.
Affluence hits society in gust.
Future demands more and more luxury.
New generations challenged by ego,
rushing, running, leaving close attachments.
‘My life is mine’ ! All others to forego.
Self-centred aim, surpassing sentiments.
Civilisation in rapid progress.
on materialistic perspective.
Science and technology to impress.
Dealings dominate, feelings inactive.
‘High-living’ on ‘Plain -thinking’ in future.
Emotional bonding not to nurture.
05/18/23
Sonnet
First Place
Contest by Soto Poet
CREAT LIFE
Create life by
making introvert interactive,
giving boost to indolent inactive,
attributing enthusiasm to passive.
Great time will fly.
Cheer up each,
lone, without hope or distressed,
deprived, aloof or depressed,
pessimistic, strained or stressed.
Life is rich.
Life is graceful
Life to love, life to care
Life to enjoy, life to share,
Life to nurture, life to bear.
Life is calm and cool.
Life is music
to be sung in chorus
with all around us
joyous, vivacious.
Symphony: Unique.
05/15/16
Edited on 06/16/20
Beneath the soft snow rests the lifeless grass
that will certainly resist
the cold weather and fight it...
until the dim sun sends its last glow,
and afternoons hurry to pass!
December has been without snow,
and it seemed like spring,indeed;
all the quite streets were suddenly filled
wit jolly and juvenile voices...
The dull athmoshere of the archipelago
waited for gloominess,not for jubilants songs!
Beneath the soft snow
is buried an impatient wait...
resenting the inactive disposition,
which winter approves so distinctively;
but very soon,the sprightly sunlight
will make a dominant appearance to awake
the somnolent,cheerless earth!
Backwoods and mountains below...
will astound and draw much attention:
nascent springs,once dormant,will spurt zealously!
Beneath the soft snow,
spring can be anticipated in awe;
its aroma of dainty flowers savored...
unfailing is the promise of God!
The appendix and punctuation and learning new words
As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs
The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired
The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened.
"Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the turtle and the slow and the steady, for a steady pain, off and on.
They beat around the heartbeats , and beat around the bushes too, in the fish-o-fillet
Or a thousand dollar contract with relocation to move your sofasets, beds and the canopy that added on, in toothpaste
bad-mint-on when Rome must burn!
Why so much noises around a sunlit day? When nothing matters in a significant way?
still the passing day felt a mere Sigmund truth, shivering in high fever and so to say.
Noise walls and Walgreen corona tests in Michigan, they all seem in perfection, to sync in tune, in an asynchronus way. Attuned though.
I am no one in this wide world, a mere plain thinker in a simple living, coping underneath a magnificent sky, visible from a petio.
And the visible impeccable the enormity and We , as the next week may see, might never be,
as the story must go on, replaceable by a wiser call, when unseen faith should debate less,
even without a visibility, aftermath serenity and among the prettiest face,
an innocense that grew up, on its own, for many reasons to disown, within a traveller's grace.
Still, I saw you there, also, at the end of a tiresome day
I felt, I am a longevity in a dark silence, where supplication in faith may
Without pointing fingers to a mannerism in equity and dwelling in a voice synthecizer...
As kalshi was looking back in the black and white again, before we parted, for ever.
1:37 AM
8-6-2024
War time department
Will not accept defection back in doors
Parody of film available
Dow Jones industrial
Cannot re accept bottom value
Lady lucks paying up the flag again
These folks don't make it
Per capita grief
Early spend
We have mess hall television also, kendall
Ventura county skid row tents not up
Zero coordination
Zero staff
No advertising industry pertaining to homekey letters
State non existent in thousand Oaks California
Federal lifeline tents not up at the ready
Diversion of speech
Diversion of federal service is
obstruction of coordinator
I am standing in
As press
Mandate dictates
Mandated law, life costs money, keep spending
At no point is order diverted
Budget in waiting needs only push forward
Coordinators not printing law lost in corruption
Inactive positions have resignation to indictment.
Reserved proactive response has limit to appearance
By defecting.
By defecting all departments are emptied
Tax is liened heavily in probe of illness
Assets and locomotion are removed
Tit for tat is always at hand
Spiralling home
The lockout is obstruction
First rotation of labor call
Paid time off
Vacation and retirement eligible personnel
Head towards water
Obstruction to relief in coordination
Please allow staff overflow outreach and key erasure
News summit of bargain as budget allows
Enjoy
He has made his own reed gourd pipe
To play on and allure his captive -
The stray serpent, in his basket inactive ,
And rendered a fangless, servile type .
Being a lazy sot, gets his drink
Displaying the hooded creature apt ;
And blows odd tunes with no tact ,
Nor ever allows the coil to jink .
Motley onlookers dole out a coin ;
They know not why : fear or taboo,
Or even feeling heavy with ado
And he leaves , having drunkards to join ;
Loyal or helpless the selfless reptile
Ever returns to it's bamboo cell,
Despite the strain or a nearby dell ;
Thralldom corrodes the entity all the while.
Wishing for the future is like asking the past to edit itself.
A Pillar of Salt will be the result.
The person will be by themselves
Looking into the present and seeing those that have left you should be the ball of twine in within your mind.
Living in the moment and seeing the results come about is more enjoyable than being inactive.
The sloth will sit on their duff and never become active.
Soda is the result of their days slothfulness.
Constantly they forecast their past in a manner of unproven boastfulness.
The struggle of a person whether alone or with their rib is more honorable than a person that is slothful.
New Day Dawn
The sun has risen the night has flown. All but yet we acknowledge are in action are sometimes in a state of being
Stagnated I myself lack of growth was receding and development lingering procrastination of my goals. Flowing slownessly aimlessly stuck. In of not doing anything. Now He's my Father everything changed my mindset. To make things happen instead of waiting and non-reacting. All while awaiting the nudging of the higher call. I must proceed Within Me I stick I stuck myself allowing God to get me moving. I said I stand I walk now I'm walking in a new mindset I'm active and my development. Yet out of inactiveness now I'm moving toward my inside out if I am not careful I can become stagnant Spiritually but I'm delivered not to be unalert in what God is doing around me. Uncertainty avoidance fear of making mistakes indecisiveness I draw on His love His power within the strong tower. I am actively not being inactive I'm walking, walking in Him further now
I must...
~Do not conform to the patterns of this world, to be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is His good pleasing and perfect will
~He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Jesus Christ
~The way of the lazy man is like a hedge of thorns, but the way of the upright is a Highway
Before the future even now tween heaven while now here on terrent earth. I want to be on His Holy Highway traveling on
The Bible the gospel, Leads us to Jesus
I'm walking unto Him
Jesus paid the price for me, now I am free
11/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Referencing
Romans 12:2
Philippians 1:6
Proverbs 15:19
TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for sckolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forling fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007