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Beneath the illumination of the elliptical moon,
Within the cove of diamond bay, waves gently sway
Back and forth, under the oceans clarity of the big blue,
As the surfs foam and spray roll against the white sandy
Beaches beyond.
Hush the breeze whispers to the gulls above, hush, hush now,
Be still, for soon they will come, but these chatter snappers.
Refuse to yield in their battering’s scrawling, until the ocean
Itself-lashes out at them to be quiet.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.
Dancers on fins of grace, seemingly toe stepping on the
Waves in a delicate balance, just for a second of brilliance
Display, while others incline in a somersault acrobatic
Air assault, to pay homages respect to the magnificent
Ocean for its eternal beauty, and salvation's refuge.
These gray phantoms of the divine ethereal realm,
Born with purity’s heart of innocence, true creatures
Of light and love, shine in the diamond star dust of twilight.
Birthed within the quaking wake of the lords divining hands,
At the moments his voice rose, in the beginning of time itself,
Dividing the light from the darkness, the dolphin took its first
Air breath of life, and the Lord Almighty,
Smiled down upon his aquatic creation with warmth and love.
Perfections free falling divers, enchanting the human heart
With their graceful swiftness, stealth and intelligence.
The sailor’s guardians at sea, these vigilant sentinels of the
Briny depth, follows the surging storms hailing, and await
To assist in the deist hour of humanities greatest need.
Within their loving pod, the young are nurtured by devotions
Breasts of giving, no tender a mother can ever be found
Then she the dolphin, born from the grace of God himself.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs beneath the waves
Of clarity.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.
Drop picture till six
The land like Pokémon kills
Nearing a tornado’s kiss?
Lift picture to three
The earth seems a lot different
And looks extreme wilderness!
Turn picture upward
Rapid rivers dash inward
Floods hit mountains and stumble!
See Ottoman cries!
Its history in Palestine
Breaks loudly a hurting cry!
Until the see twirls
Syrian shores to Lake Err!
In one tsunami fits in!
Turn picture around
Look at it from the back side
Night time is facing big sigh!
Walk around clockwise
Walk around counter clock’s wise
What’s the difference at bright?
Look carefully at
While standing behind that
Her shoulders and her two arms
South America?
Thirst for the Atlantic’s tap
See a side face that had trapped?
Is there another mountain?
Leaking black gas surrounding
Happy carnival, walking?
See the dancing sleeves?
While wild fire nears the streets
On her leaning arm as seen?
The plate is moving!
South America swimming?
The south is wetting valleys!
Would waters sink in?
Reaching Amazon’s region
From the forest’s province?
Incline her to three
See volcano born from sea?
Crafting her right cheek’s sad fear?
Is it Gibraltar?
Suddenly speaks, spreads horror
Causing Mona Lisa’s shock?
Tilt her down to six
See Morocco’s beaches quick?
Nearing the west in a blink?
Or causing that lint
To near Africa’s dark flint?
Marrying mounts in a blink?
Prop to quarter till
Watch! The height of the waves bring
Over Mona’s head curving!
Prop her upward to
See again what had done to
See fire rocks drop next to!
Is she hugging babe?
Alive or faint but looks dead?
Leaning on her charm screen scared?
She’s holding a rose!
Or holding one stem of corn?
Looks like child’s hand overall!
Near a villager’s
Boat on top of the mountain
Does sail or drifts to go float?
But, a pyramid
More likely to look amid
Mountain tops and gardens’ bits!
Spin picture right this
Minute, a serpent showing
Behind two wed couples’ kiss!
Aruba under
Her nose moving to northeast
Survives a great flood beneath!
Walk ahead the screen
See Mona is still weeping
For two thousand twelve... searching!
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery to analyze the
beauty of the famous Mona Lisa by Van Gogh.
This is Africa.
Where people are being judge by their past,
And our hearts are painted with black.
Youths are cuddled up in early relationship,
And their lives are like the speed of an airship.
Parents are not respected anymore,
And advices are ignore from the sun's core.
This is Africa.
Where corruption is the order of the day,
and embezzlement of public funds is like the ocean's wave.
Politicians believe in solipsism,
and their avidity for power have made them vile organism.
Children are being raped and murdered in every corner of the street.
Education site has been a place of wealth seeking.
This is Africa.
Where we have been strangulated by high cost of living,
and those who suffocate us are offered thanksgiving.
Health sectors are poor,
and illnesses on our continent are dressed up in strong armour.
Our rights are infringed by evil perpetrators,
and our hearts are broken by these penetrators.
This is Africa.
Where the less privilege are fed with grieves and pains,
And government officials are out there popping champagne.
Scholarships are given based on mutual affiliation,
And scholars are offered abnegation.
Jobs are being given base on political affiliation and party sentiment,
And those who are qualified are left with predicament.
This is Africa.
Where people are being murdered for ritualistic purposes,
And the police are their accomplices.
People worship god that doesn't speak nor move,
and the real God has been disprove.
Politicians only come around as election time draw closer,
and after election their family members are the ones on their roster.
This is Africa.
Where Politicians don't have time for the abnegated masses,
and we are referred to as asses.
Brutal men abandon their children for no reason,
and mothers are left in bleak season.
Single parents strive hard to send their kids to school
And Those who speak the truth are rejected and considered fools.
This is Africa.
Where Politicians insult each other like kids, and citizens are left with dark moments they can't face.
Those who exploit our resources
and give us hot flames are hail as King,
And we reject and curse those considered our kin.
Westerners feed us with arm to annihilate our own kind,
and envy is what we incline in our minds.
In the realm where truth and fairness reign,
The Scales of Justice sing their ancient strain.
They dance upon the precipice of law,
With blindfold tight, they seek no flaw.
Bearing the weight of society's trust,
They measure the worth of actions, fair or unjust.
On one side lies the guilt, heavy with shame,
On the other, innocence, seeking no blame.
With careful precision, they find the balance,
Balancing sins and virtues, seeking penance.
For every wrong, a response must be paid,
No matter the status, the color, the grade.
In their impartial gaze, we find solace,
Trimming the weeds, tending justice's bed.
Neither swayed by emotion nor political might,
For truth, they stand as a beacon of light.
Yet even they know, perfection eludes,
In this complex world, where darkness intrudes.
For fairness can be a fickle friend,
In the battle for Justice.
In the vast expanse of the courtroom's realm,
Where justice prevails, where truths are helm,
Stands the symbol of fairness, unyielding and true,
The scales of justice, the emblem to pursue.
With golden arms outstretched, it firmly stands,
Balancing two worlds with just command,
On one side, the guilt, the blame, the strife,
On the other, innocence, the chance for a new life.
The scales swing gently, their weight discerning,
Deciphering tales, hearing stories disturbing,
Equilibrium sought, though shadows may loom,
For justice seeks balance, even in the darkest room.
With each grain of evidence placed with care,
The scales measure truth, beyond compare,
No prejudice, no bias, their purpose unfurled,
For justice belongs to all, in an impartial world.
Though scales may waver, sway ever so slight,
Their pursuit of justice remains steadfast, upright,
With careful deliberation, lives intersect,
On the scales of justice, their destinies connect.
Yet sometimes the scales tremble, burdened with pain,
When the guilty elude, escaping their chain,
But justice persists, through the darkest of nights,
For its scales are fueled by courage and lights.
So let the scales of justice guide our way,
Through the complexities of life, where shadows sway,
May fairness prevail, when the scales incline,
And justice be attained, in this world of mine.
Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a female they call Doris
Rising with a roar like thunder
The MILKY WAY GALAXY to their left
Igniting like a Rocket at a Guy Fawkes celebration
They travel through the atmospheres and up into the stratospheres
The crew men on the Mother ship are called THREE MUSKETEERS
As they approach the Harvest Moon
A wondrous sight for all to see
The ship positions carefully, preparing to touch down
The Moon looks like a Christmas bauble dangling from the skies
Such a WHOOPER – it’s humongous, they really can’t believe their eyes
Landing with a bump and beginning to alight
They step upon this waterless and dusty satellite
There are SNO- CAPS for to climb, with such a steep incline
Great MOUNDS of debris all around that block their route ahead
But truthfully the crew would like to be at home, instead
As they explore the Moon once more
They stumble upon a strange creature
A little Green Man, who is very obese
Announcing himself with a sweeping bow, as Mr WATCHAMACALLIT
He’s training to run a Moon MARATHON, but he needs to get fitter to win it
The crew they finished all their chores
Boarding the Mother Ship they fasten her doors
Lift off is smooth, as they drift and float, gliding back into space
But hearing a strange voice nearby, whispering "Are those goodies for me"
They discover Mr W, on bended knees, embarking on a chocolate SPREE
But how on earth did he climb aboard, this CHUNKY little man
The crew in such a quandary and not knowing what to do
Should they turn back NOW AND LATER tell the reasons why
Or continue on their journey home, they did not want to die
Let’s take him home, cried Doris, he can live with me, I like his smile
But the twinkle in her eyes became a tear upon her cheek
She was lonely and emotional as she began to speak
She had fallen for the Moon Man in amongst the ballyhoo
Back home now and in wedded bliss, living on 5th AVENUE
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One day I started climbing;
without question I climbed.
Until finally I had reached the peak of Mt. Everest.
I wanted to beat my breastbone
yell like Tarzan King of the Apes.
But...
I saw a tree.
IT!
was the highest peak.
I climbed.
“Ta da"!
But...
there was an escarpment,
higher.
I climbed.
Once again I...
But...
Stairs,
stairs at the end of the land.
I climbed
Reached the top of the stairs.
But...
I saw a huge bird.
“I can go higher” I told myself.
I reached up with my arms,
miraculously the bird accepted my hands.
We reached the space beyond Earth's pull;
there my magical friend released me.
I kept floating up
until I reached a tunnel in space,
a hole on an incline that led up.
I climbed!
For an eternity,
maybe longer.
The higher I got...
nothing.
An enormous amount of nothing.
I was going nowhere and I was doing it in record time.
Then...
Then I stopped.
I mean I hit the brakes,
reflected on my journey.
The wildlife?
Had I done damage?
The escarpment?
What was the vegetation,
were there flowers?
I should of gone barefoot felt the land under my feet;
smelled the coffee.
Were those really stairs I climbed?
Was it friends and associates I was stepping on?
I opened my eyes.
The climb was like trying to walk to the end of the horizon.
All leading to more vast “I don’t know what” but definitely up.
“No!” I said aloud.
“So what!” I whispered.
So...
I slid down the best slide you ever saw.
I felt like a child again,
I could see, smell, feel and hear,
I could taste the sweetness of freedom in the air.
I love sweets.
So...
Now, back to my land
I plant myself firmly.
I am one with all,
a Giant Redwood surrounded by other Redwoods.
I am at peace.
Here, at the bottom of everything is my highest point.
I bask in the heat of the sun.
Feed from the richness of the land.
Drink the cold water gifted to me by the skies above.
What an incredible sense of strength I feel
comfortable in my own bark.
Just happy to be rooted.
Now...
I am the smallest tree
But...
growing.
Fulfilled,
satisfied just “to be”!
09/20/2014
On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple splotch kudos,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight,
at sheer rock face sunken mould gradient,
where faculties solicit august maxim,
from eternal parchment, grain whirl sand dune smorgasbord,
mud-strewn psalms primed and pumped by ebbing sotto voce stream,
gust smitten lighthouse whose solitary pulsing wink always welcome,
syntax that gray matter genesis scorned geoform tag,
I scribble quintains in a quagmire that ooze magma inkling,
prose stolen from jagged facet incline or whatever,
has this elemental moment turned ghost writer by sixth sense?
saline vista swung pivot on tsunami doorway,
brackish carcass rife with clamped seashells as mirror,
weather-worn thoughts skim eccentric apex,
behemoth undertaker facing self-scripted gauntlet,
but this pilgrim shall yearn evermore imbibing loose mist,
with marble slab as jotter and squid ink another fountain pen,
who really knows what tidemark gems may yet surface,
do metaphors sequester diurnal cycles like day/night swop?
rhetorical or not this lambent aspect must be met on grit-etch blue boulder,
vice-grip of visual plunge belies gravity,
yet this blustery conundrum is just this water drop,
something inconsequential for one clutching at faint will-o-the-wisp,
pepper-strewn haze does obstruct linguistic odour,
despite a caustic rebuff from deep down warden as inner slant,
zany whirlpool blob grasping at ambiguous twill plume,
faraway tangerine canvass might stir tongue-tied raw sketch,
ingenious quest might throb for charmed portrayal,
nought shall thwart this dreamer off-course,
spectral pantoum, geometric quatrain, jewel-crust tanka,
prolific silken sentient suzette an overarch odyssey,
regardless of vernal totem, sumptuous literary harvest,
with its dogged catalytic compass point,
to maunder without curb despite prevailing opus storm,
sculptured outcrop on an apt idyllic text,
once off ephemeral from boundless paragon,
a colour burst vocabulary pending but when?
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....
One moment blissfully happy walking on cloud nine
Thinking life is beautiful and wonderful, oh so divine
Then something happens that fills you with despair
Feels like you have been sent to hell without a prayer
Maybe doctors tells you have some incurable disease
Up to the heavens you look, reciting desperate pleas
Or you have cancer and you must battle for your life
It is like being stabbed in the gut with an invisible knife
You find out the one you adore, no longer loves you
The life your shared together is suddenly bid adieu
Or you lose a loved one, death causes so much pain
Barely holding self together, trying not to go insane
In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....
One moment living a life filled with sorrow and strife
Questioning your fate and the purpose of your life
Then somethings happens that fills you full of hope
A glimmer of an incline instead of a downward slope
Your disease is treatable, quality of life still intact
You decide to fight with all you got, stop being attacked
Your cancer has gone into remission, life is yours once more
You promise to live each moment fully, like you never did before
A person enters your life and shows you what love truly is about
This special love will last forever, this you know without a doubt
A newborn enters your life whom you cherish and adore
The unconditional love of a child, no one could ask for more.
In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....
It's how you chose to deal with life curves is what really matters
Try to be positive and not let negative thoughts rip you into shatters
Find the courage and the strength to face each day anew
Everyone has hurdles that their trying to live through
Their is always someone that is far worse off than you
Let family and friends help hold you together like glue
Remember you matter to those that hold you dear
Have faith and hope, don't let yourself succumb in fear
Don't dwell on yesterdays sorrows, for you can't change the past
Tomorrow is beyond our control and comes without being asked
Live for today and deal with each battle as they come
For your life is the last thing you should abstain from!
The natural man, the flesh, the pride,
will ever hate the One Who died;
the One Who rose to blessed Life.
The natural man, a man of strife,
whose heart is harder than a stone,
can never care about a soul,
though it be his very own.
He puts his hands into a bowl,
to wash away his guilt and shame.
"I'm innocent! I'm not to blame!"
He says aloud for all to hear.
The living God he does not fear.
Nor does he dare incline his ear,
to Wisdom, though it be so near.
Nor can his eyes perceive the Light.
The Morning Star is much too bright.
The natural man, of earth and dust,
whose finest armor turns to rust,
whose glory as the fading leaf,
whose triumph turns to mourning grief,
while standing at the judgment day,
in terror of the price to pay.
Angels drag him to the throne,
where he must face his God alone.
His each and every single sin,
each wicked thought from deep within,
the LORD declares and makes all known.
The awesome wrath of God now shown!
Angels drag him to the flame.
He bears the weight that he must claim.
All hope is gone, replaced by fear.
All memories are crystal clear;
regrets to fill and burst the mind.
He begs for God to make him blind.
It's all too much for him to see.
God only mocks his helpless plea.
The crushing weight of Infinite,
shall tread him in the fiery pit,
sulfuric lust, and lava flow.
Cackle of the rooster's crow;
siren for the sinful mind,
to recall a God so kind.
He Whose love was spit upon,
stricken til His beauty gone,
suffering a death so cruel,
God was made to seem a fool.
He rose again in victory!
Ol' Adam knows the ancient story.
Unleash the wrath God kept in store.
The Gospel's no good news no more.
It will not save the reprobate.
Christ has shut the mercy gate.
Just as he mocked and cursed God's Name,
The LORD will now treat him the same.
Let saints now pass all thought of them,
and fix their eyes upon the Gem.
All as one to raise one voice,
in songs of praise. As one, rejoice!
They ever shall give thanks, of love,
unto the Father up above,
and to the Son Whose face they see,
Whose Spirit dwells eternally,
with those elect. They cannot fall.
In Christ is God, as One in all.