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Maybe it's just me; maybe I should just think and shut up. An email was sent out from one in charge of a Men's Breakfast. The email announced that a group of men from the church was going to be starting up again since things have began reopening.
The email indicated that 'no changes' would be made to the format.
All would gather, eat and talk, etc.; no plan, no agenda; just gather. So I said to myself, "I don't think I will be returning to the breakfast". I noted that because of COVID, we haven't met for more than a year.
And I asked myself, "Did we learn anything from COVID relative to our group? Is there not anything that we need to change, to quit, to start?"
And I think to myself, "The whole world has changed and we will remain the same". Before COVID, we drank coffee, had eggs, toast, bacon or sausage, and pancakes. After COVID, more coffee and more of the same please; and let's talk, talk, and talk. And oh, to really celebrate our restart, pour us all an extra cup of 'Business as usual'.
071821PS
The book of one's life has been written
The paths he has to walk on have been traced
The goals to be achieved have been chosen
The time of completion of the events has been set.
One has just to:
Read carefully and understand the plot of his book
Walk on the indicated paths and never deviate from them
Help materialize each of the goals set according to his abilities
And
Finally, be ready to accept what may come without complaining
For
Our Lord has given to each of us what it takes to participate, constructively, in the becoming of the cosmic order.
He neither coerces us nor allows us His divine plans to destroy.
He has given us freedom, but He also has set
inviolable universal laws to safeguard His creation
Thus
Whoever oversteps these cosmic laws will face the
consequences of his actions
In that case
One has to know that God is not to be blamed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2018
So Japanese
was
the Hokku
'til the master
came into view
then via Haikai
on
along the way
Matsuo Munefusa
aka
Bashó
mastered
haiku
a phonetical&cultural
'onji' *(in sound symbols)
came to be
traditionally
per·pen·dicu·lar
as a single line
in particular
now
HIKU * in English
to me or you
*Hiku is the English language tristich (three line) version(including translations)with similar economy of words including the THOUGHT PAUSE prompt (often indicated by an ellipsis .....the SENSE PAUSE the aesthetic point of insight flowing from perception & ONE BREATH LENGTH to correspond to the aforementioned Japanesese 17 onji sounds.
The essence without "telling all" (thereby to ' show ' conforming to the key of all true imagist poetry),&avoids 'as'&'to' & the use of past tense verbs (& is often without verbs,adverbs,adjectives )A verse freed from strict syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format& is inherently enigmatic & often with a caesura and surprise ending( VERSUM )to give a 'turning' to the line.The hiku maybe a horizontal single* line,(often broken at the caesura),a vertical line(usually a painting(haiga see note) ,a couplet** or a tristich***
When they sensed that it was time for a walk
Mera showed her happiness with some cheerful barks
Her energy indicated gratitude in anticipation of fulfillment of such a simple task
Although very eager, Reva was standing silent showing her big sisterly protocols
Start of the walk was exciting as usual
Both were prepared with their leashes and collars
Tails were wagging with joy and enthusiasm
Muzzles were ready to snuffle and relish outdoors
Roads were looking vibrant with autumn colors
Fallen leaves had spread carpet of jingles
Overjoyed Mera couldn’t get enough
Kept sniffing shrubberies in every corner
Reva kept herself busy marking her terrain
Drawing satisfaction from leaving traces in the domain
Mera’s creativeness was brought out by wet grassy scent
To justify her elation she had to take quite a few circular steps
The duo walked forward to another neighborhood
Smelling more sidewalks and bushes in passionate moods
A pale green round thing was spotted by Reva’s eyes
Her happiness increased when she got hold of that device
The walk concluded with delightful admiration
Both returned home with minds full of appreciation
One night returning home from the marketplace
Street lights suddenly went out.
I could see the road curving in the headlight of my car.
After driving for some time ,I reached a place
By the side of a streamlet.
Yet there is no streamlet in my locality
Nor on the way from that market place to my home.
Confused I turned back but reached at another place.
This time by the side of a rill ,water hyacinth floated,
Some houses standing quietly in the darkness
On its other bank.
Again ,I failed to know where I was;
It seemed nature disguised herself in another garb.
Then, to my relief, in that lonely atmosphere
I saw some local youths loitering.
I asked them for directions to my locality.
One of them gave me directions of the routes
I should take
I resumed driving my car to the direction he indicated .
After driving some distance on the right turning roadway
I saw some women standing on the roadside
A pressure lamp placed before them.
Oh, a beautiful girl I saw among them !
She seemed like a maiden in an oasis
To a tired wayfarer who lost his ways in the desert.
I politely asked them for direction to my locality
Not sure, although told by those youths which direction to go.
One of them told me to go further till a crossroad
There to turn left and drive to find my locality.
I again drove my car.
Then the street lamps illuminated the dark street and I knew
The place where I was .
Oh, that was the place I frequented, and it
Not far from my locality.
I reached home, finally out of a big puzzle.
But I felt that night I had roamed to unknown places
Exotic in the darkness of the night .
It was an exciting experience .
25th April 2008
'From now on' were three words I hesitated to use for fear they might not go over well with my lovely daughter. Taking her home one day, my daughter replied to me with two words saying, "Until then". I was expressing my frustration by questioning her ability to get along in life without my assistance. I wondered with her about how long it might take her to be fully emancipated. I was thinking of a 'not too distant future time' and looking for a gentle way to say, "From Now On, you are on your own".
Yes, a divorced and single mom, she was already on her own with three kids. Yes, she was very industrious and self-reliant, but it seemed that I desired to speed up the process of total emancipation. Her reply indicated to me that although she was a very capable young lady, she would be utilizing me as long as I was available. I was deeply moved and inspired by her two words, "Until then".
In that very brief conversation, I came to realize in a personal and close-up way that 'her growth and maturity' was greatly linked to the word 'Then". Since then, I have been more aware that emancipation is a two-way process; and I am also allowing the 'Then Time' to come more sooner than later. And since then, it is getting much closer to those most dreadful three words, "From Now On".
05222018; Condensed and edited for Contest, From Now On, Nayda Negron
Cars raced passed,
As I patiently waited,
Nervously filled with distrust.
At a crossing where safe crossing,
Is now indicated,
This courier of fortunes
Not yet out of luck.
I pick up my pace
Like a man on a mission.
My thoughts now a vortex
Of possible plays.
But to visit this office
A long planned decision.
The matter at hand
Sheer providence dictates.
The doors open freely,
I enter within,
To the cheers of firm staffers
And welcoming smiles.
Word had spread quickly
To my eyes and chagrin,
At the expense of my privacy,
My name now beguiled.
The anteroom sanctum
Filled with polite pushy haste,
Containing serious suits
Who’d not rise from their seats,
Till proof be their witness,
No moment to waste,
And the breech of my privacy?
Short apology, hurried movement,
And onward at a feverish pace!
Careful inspection and lens,
Quickly confirm my declare,
Faces stiffened to stifle,
The emotional urge;
To rejoice while an outside call
To far voices is made,
Numbers again shared,
One through six, double check,
Final digits confirmed.
Moods shifted quickly
As reality spawns.
To great cheers
And some fanfare,
Till ushered away;
With military precision,
And much tinted glass,
Police guarding me
And ticket,
From mayhem this day.
Since winning the big one,
I've gained many friends,
Among them some old ones
Who at best were estranged;
Now calling me sir,
With no memory of past,
Nine figures and wow,
Both handsome AND popular...
...finally, at last!
© Michael Wegman, 2014
My old friend Gettysburg came to visit me tonight.
He indicated that he has been troubled about many things.
He begins without hesitation to speak to me with passionate expressions. He said that he was feeling both patriotism and pride but also consternation. He thought about how different '4th of July' celebrations might be this year.
He is whispering to me about both freedom and sovereignty.
He is shouting to me in tears about divisiveness and unity.
He tells me of his being ripped apart in every section and direction.
His north is pulling; his south is pushing; his east and west are frozen.
His total being is being disconnected; his pain is unbearably excruciating.
He ponders the complexity of such beauty being on the brink of destruction.
He remembers the Mayflower, Plymouth Rock, and the Boston Tea Party.
Presently, when thinking about Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, he weeps.
He locks his eyes to mine and questions, "Whatever happened to the love of life, love of family, love of neighbor, love of the church, love of country?"
Gettysburg believes in America and thinks we will find our way forward.
He reflects on the Declaration of Independence and the many sacrifices.
The Preamble to the Constitution is weighing heavily on his confused mind.
He prays that the dream doesn't die, and he rejects any nightmarish thoughts.
Gettysburg believes in God, and that He will turn the tides and calm the sea.
He utters his last words to me by quoting the Preamble to the Constitution of the USA. "We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of ...
061520PS
Whenever I see her smile,
See therein rainbow’s profile,
I too see her red-hot guile.
But then, nature also smiles
With its range of wicked wiles,
Each bewitches and beguiles.
We live in a world of isles,
Each with lures kept in safe piles
Which, we call our distinct styles.
Not just for her unique smile,
But also unarming guile,
My heart loves her, let mind rile.
_____________________________
Musings |05.01.2021|
Topic: nature, smile
Poet’s note: Her smile had an unfathomable depth that contained a vast gamut of emotions, some contradictory in nature and still had a consistent quality as indicated by one rhyme running through the whole poem.
Mystery Box
A gray morning made of concrete, bricks and clay
Where rain ceased, thin tributaries, stayed calm
Final elements of wet, evaporated in the thin streams
Faded into small crevasses on the street
Soundless on the emergent day
It was easy to see, above the road by the bridge
A faceless hard ground cracked by age
A green cube, sitting there, waiting
At the functional spot, at the center of attention
With singular precise proportions sealed, a box in angular perfection
Buildings looked up with windows closed, in disdain, in disbelief
Refrained from making roof top speculations about the thing
Rivers too looked away from this location
Moved babbling rapidly on
Hid under bridges, under rocks, with every drop concealed
Then ran like fugitives over brooks, overlooked and flooded
Avoided confrontation in the dark cornered waters
Hexahedrons could be contagious
So all things in nature moved away
Green box was out there all exposed in broad daylight
Made of metal or something else or so it seemed
There were no openings for that matter
Just six sides residing
No proofs that it was solid like a block
No facts laid out that it was empty like lost souls
Speculations indicated nothing but a box
Quiet fell around it like a hammer
Looking for a nail that was not there
Clearly, the cube that sat in plain view
Had nothing better to do
To bring this matter to conclusion
It was avoided at all cost
Box or not
This was its final stop