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Incessant rain fell like wet sheets.
Large wet drops and some hail
That bet upon the large, though thick windows.
Each drop a quiet thought in nature’s hand.
No one dared to venture into the streets.
Even sturdy umbrellas were useless
Considering the force of the wind
That blew all around the city blocks.
Outside it was like gelid frost,
But not inside where a fireplace spread heat.
They hugged each other for more warmth.
From the large windows, they studied the storm.
Rainwater flooded the streets.
Large rivulets gurgled into drains.
Who said rain falls mainly on the plain?*
Must have been a joke.
* From My Fair Lady.
Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
I still remember that day as if it were today
The day papers were served, the day I officially walked away
One may think that on that day I would have been sad
But contraire monsieur, on that day I was oh so glad
I was glad because I had returned to myself
I was becoming healthier, and I pulled the 'good book' off the shelf
Goodbye to artificial sugar and its trappings
So long to ice cream and incessant ginger snapping
Good riddance to confused coddling and co-dependency
Sickly love transactions with its debilitating jealousy
Adios to the glass bottle and all of its fake drunken confidence
I'm drinking alkaline water now, Great energy, I behold, with no more somnolence
To the lil' stinky ciggies and doobies... so long
My lungs are so grateful and now I can smell my cologne
Oooh! Let's not forget the good ol' frenemies
Just plotting, scheming, and snickering with very dark energies
So if you couldn't tell by now, I'm elated about my divorce
I rediscovered myself and I got married to 'Source.'
People ask how this yearlong will come
to pass, of which parts are the triumphs
and stench of learning... of why blossoms
drop on cobblestones ravaged
by a wildfire tearing velvet buds,
flatlining: the male stamen and female pistil
barren from incessant drought.
And why of all things, must god-children
endure anxieties trapped in houses
yearning to grasp a firefly on the lane,
to hug grandparents, not from a distance
but...but in the flesh of every day--
Add into this equation an insatiable need
for human connection where friends, kin gather
like a warm herd exchanging intimacies
skin to skin, mouth on mouth, arm in arm---
This is limbo within the inferno of the living,
while Pilates from urban jungles rinse their hands
absolving themselves from mortal sins...
an epoch of how time's pleasure or pus could pass.
Craig Cornish's 2020 Contest
5/23/2020
Newton W. Moon
1853 – 1904
So, what is the truth?
My friend, have you thought deeply about life?
Have you thought long and hard about the endless ticking of time
Have you pondered and mused and ruminated with all your mind and soul?
I have lain on many an afternoon
Under the old cedar on Rideout Ranch
And I have reckoned the infinite mercies of the wind.
Have pondered the intrepid ascendance of the sun.
The simple pretense of the flower.
And I have considered the Earth’s colossal incessant turning.
Have wondered and contemplated long into the night
The whirling pulling maelstrom of the human dilemma:
To live is to ultimately die!
And so,
What is the truth, my friend?
Why are we here on this huge ball of dust and water and fire?
And where do we go after the body ceases to breathe?
My friend,
Close your eyes!
Close them tightly and never open them again!
And then you will see the truth!
OHH!!! You Incessant Insect..
You make it hard to direct my energy,
Positively, Peacefully.
Why do you keep pestering me?
Investigating every inch,
Of what you can see.
I'm feeling the pinch,
The sting,
Them little legs Tickling,
In my hairs wiggling.
My hands are waving,
Slapping.
My Nerves are snapping,
I must be over reacting.
They must be attacking,
I'm retracting,
Packing my things.
Through the sound ,
Of buzzing wings.
Emotions are raising,
It's so FRUSTRATING.
Then my Heart Sings,
As Nature brings,
It's smallest and bravest,
Insects, here to test,
The patience of her subjects.
What we reflect,
Through are reflexes.
As my energy progresses,
Through this session.
Present in the sensitivity,
And bravery,
Of the incessant Insects,
Directing me.
RAVEN AND WREN
As the world wakes up
To the sun’s gentle rays of light
Frozen memories melt and flow
Penetrate but do not satiate
Moments of insipid sight
A scenery of incessant delight
As the raven chases the wren
Back to where it all began
With her faint song lulling
Pain starts dulling
A moment’s purity etched
As rain drizzled,
Delicate droplets fall
From faded denim skies
And the morning dew
Creates pigments of possibilities
But obscures her view
Morning whispers are hushed
Ever so fleeting yet captivating
As the gentle breeze whispers
Her secrets to the naked trees
The cold mist evaporate
Into the dark it dissipates
Blowing kisses in the air
Feel the wind in her hair
Echoes of a rose’s gentle trace
Drown in timeless space
In the calm of her strife
The moon’s beam scorches
Autumn’s tinted kiss fades
Silent gaze
Heart ablaze
A story remotely told
When time bends
Lion-licked wounds open
Defies all confines
Clandestine lovers
Air-tight kisses
Fan heart’s desires
Confronted dilemmas
Like fever it breaks
Raven and wren
You’ll learn by then
Dripped in longing
Gripped by foreboding
Air thick with anticipation
Hands outstretched
Quivering in trepidation
In a collective sense
Redolent of incense
Cigarette veils curling in the air
Cloud her judgment and leaves
Bittersweet residue in her hair
Like the most innocuous set of white lies
Yield unberable suffocating goodbyes
Hidden stairways,
Cedar-lined butler spaces,
Sliding bookshelves,
All unveil ghostly stories
Reminiscent of a lover’s past
Umami-textured taste
left cotton-mouth furriness
on their tongues
Charcoal charred
Love unmarred
Fermented and shunned
Raven and wren
'Til they meet again.
Why the deep, dark valleys in my life,
Why the high peaks of heavenly rife,
Why the unfertile and fruitless leas,
Answer me, O Silence, answer me?
Must I live and die in netherworld,
Frozen in a paralyzed curl,
In search of light beyond dark of night,
Believing life is incessant strife?
The highs that lift me upward to God,
The lows that bury me in foul sod,
Days cast out upon bellowing seas,
Answer me, O Silence, answer me?
In the darkness I seek out and try,
To understand and mull over why,
There seems to be no curative balm,
To heal a soul that’s, empty of calm.
Are you so aloof that you don’t care,
Do you think my illness is too rare,
Are you fully clad in apathy,
Answer me, O Silence, answer me?
How long must I voice this fervent plea,
To be set free from this malady,
I grow tried playing this hide and seek,
O Silence, wake up and answer me?
The static idea
of an unchanging personal Holy Spirit/Nature,
yet transcendent God,
works more effectively in my RealTime
and RealTalk
and Real EarthHealth,
as an integrity-unchanging god constant
about healthy evolutionary,
even peacefully revolutionary,
creatively incessant HolySpirit/Nature
for health-redemptive change.
The theological idea of equal dignity
in God's eyes
and ears
and taste
and love
and passion,
and, for some, even god's death
and ultimate trans-regeneration
into GreenGaia-Spirit of active WinWin post-millennial Hope,
ignores our ProGenitors' co-equal post-death still-evolving integrity
of becoming one regenerating creolizing metamorphic communion,
one Holonic Green ecosystemic DNA-spirit/RNA-nature recombinant womb,
nondually married,
multi-generationally dipolar,
mutually enthymematic nutrition-communicators,
fractally holonic,
committed to god's evolving preferential option
for those WinWin integrity poor
in WinLose nihilistic
dualistic
commodified capitalistic suboptimization
of diverse mental-capital health-options,
interdependent ZeroZone spirited networks,
integral 0-soul eco-metric core natures.
Consumer/Producer consciousness of a co-operating communal god-story
works most effectively for WinWin RealTime,
and not apocalyptic LoseLose UnReal ScreenTalk night time,
and really Rapturous Earth Health/Wealth
as a god-cooperative omnipresently internally/externally evolving,
resiliently restorative ecojustice revolving,
ZeroZone not not all-consuming ego-transubstantiating individuation
through a communal Whole OpenSystem identification process
discerning healthy-wealthy Earth optimizing change,
healthy WinWin ego/eco-opportunities
and pathological WinLose fragmenting ungodly risks.
An unchanging God
for eco-passionately empowering Gaian health-transformation,
Changing WinWin bilateral/bicameral nutrition investments
of Left thought,
Right feeling,
smell,
taste,
hearing 2020 revolutionary re-visioning
classically robust
health-wealthy polypathic
ego/eco-binary change.
((((Thirty springs have passed in the wrong love - Poem by Taslima Nasrin
(google translation from Bengali - Bhul Preme Kete Geche Tirish Bosonto)
Thirty springs have passed in the wrong love, yet
How the heart is still broken -
Cheating men still touch the finger
The body of the stone flows from the falling water.
How do I still hear the sound of the call?
In a secluded world, in a cloud -
Thirty years have passed in the wrong love, yet
I burn myself in the sun of faith.
Cheating men once called
Forget the full water of Bhairab behind
Forget the cloudy skies, the long-winded nights.
Once called
All forgotten about the new mistake
Once in love
Forget all about the chaste girl.
Thirty years went wrong with love
Thousands of years will go by,
Yet the foolish girl will not feel.)))))
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it's your thirsty desire (a reply)
O Girl
You were in love
for thirty springs;
for youthful thirty years!
it was wrong love!
love from the Drone!
Ah; it was your youthful half
oh! from the brimful honey flower
o Girl you became the summer!
yet the thirst provoked you at the end year
and sought the drone in fresh to cheer!
O Girl
yes, you were not wrong
the love was not wrong
the boy was not wrong
no! no! no!
not knave, not cheater
the love of the drone was!
but o Girl, it's you
it's your incessant desire
created into you thirsty buzz!
-September 02, 2019 Chattogram