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It wasn't dad who giuded me
down my path when storms suddenly raged,
it was sweet mom indisputably...
I ran to those warm arms and felt very loved!
And these are some of mother's wisest words
I still reflect on, " Son, don't do foolish things...avoid them."
They warned me of dangers around blind corners...
and would I have been so safe, If I handn't heeded them?
Any other son would have shunned them with resentful ingratitude,
laughed hard at his mother and headed for the wrong road
leading to disaster...as my buddies did, not foreseeing its magnitude;
yes, mother's wisest words were as shining as a warrior's sword!
No disgrace has ever befallen me by honoring them with dignity
and they never shook my confidence, but made me stronger;
how fortunate and happy I am to have heard them, never
surrendering them to foolishness, but refreshing their memory!
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Righteousness In Distress
Many indisputably dreaded lunacy ensued yet hoped there is no hell
On a dim corner, the deposed 2017 president wiggle in his dank cell
Fake hero inside a fat ego in Moscow, waggle bloody fists of outrage
Nothing tragic happens if neurons are at bay and not on a rampage!
Societal issues is like week old bread without slivers of magic butter
Words embellished with hot air eventually sink masses in iced water
Sword of justice seizes a mad czar and a true charlatan alleged holy
If evil doers cramp your insides, chomp anti-acid, dump your worry!
Penned: 09/23/2022
Aboard cruise liner:
Rhapsody of the Seas
Haifa, Israel
I like to posses the faithful heart
of King David, who immensely praised God
and revered all of His laws without a flaw...
From his palace, He rose his voice to the open Heavens,
and wrote thousands of psalms to glorify Him and His purpose;
and when he spoke, nothing displeasing came out of his mouth...
I like to posses the faith and strength of Joshua, who led
the Israelites out of the cursed and idolatrous land of Egypt;
and He indisputably put his faith in Moses to deliver an enslaved people...
From the hottest desert to God's promised land,
it took anger, and harsh punishment for Moses
to accomplish his task when many rebelled against him...
I like to posses the determination and devotion
of Moses, who gave his people the Ten Commandments:
as a guide to a sinless life lived by obedience...
Wailing from the Jordan River, John the Baptist announced
with his deep voice that kingdom spoken by Christ;
through all his life he proclaimed it, until he was decapitated...
I like to posses the courage that he attained from wisdom and truth,
and he continued baptizing them in water as evil eyes watched and plotted;
when he recognized Jesus as his king, a dove appeared above...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion
Reality is.
Angrily, rain enfolds the insular rise of lawn undulating.
Anglers dream, envious fishermen, inside looking out urging
apostles, who elope within imaginary onslaughts, hooked unburdening's.
Aloft, thunder encounters lightening's insistent taunt, oracles fearsome uttering's.
And still, each fisherman's innermost summoning orchestrates this untoward
atmospheric downfall, each drop induced, prayerful, outpouring is underscored.
Admittedly many envious housebound inmates seek oceans, lakes, unexplored
although, the earthly torrent interferes pitiless, onerous, rainfall unleashed.
Absent the energizing rays introduced by ordinary sun, undone
are these enigmatic men in rooms, oar less, ship-less, landlubbers unconsoled.
Another day encases them indoors mooning over fish uncontrolled.
A trophy earned, stuffed, indisputably shows offerings untold.
Ah, fishtails energetically rise incensed by objections never unabridged
absent their earnest wives, imagination rolls on winds un-curtailed.
I engaged her in a passionate Tango
While I checked her bank account
Almost suffered from a seizure
At the vast disclosed amount
So I wined her and i dined her
And I set out to seduce
And to my amazement
I thought she’d fallen for my ruse.
We waltzed and we quickstepped
Around the ballroom floor
Until I suddenly realised
I couldn’t dance anymore
Then, she enrolled me, controlled me
And with such consummate skill
She guided me, and she plied me
Until I complied with her will.
Such an expert choreographer
As I soon learnt to my cost
And by the Last Waltz accepted
I’d indisputably lost
It’s a marriage of great passion
And we regularly grab the chance
To celebrate our union
In the intimacy of the dance.
Now we Tango and we Foxtrot
Through a carefree type of life
I’m the epitome of contentment
Thanks to my rich and loving wife.
They say we’re a handsome couple
As we welcome and explore
The pleasures of our existence
On life’s exciting ballroom floor.
Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy
Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly severely uprooted, me
knowledge of ancestry
truncated, denuded..., bereft
any extended offshoots you see,
thus without doubt earned a priori
gene nee us award for peopling bee
silly decorative swallowtail and
wild asparagus coat of arms motif,
but particularly her artistry
paternal branch Harris and
maternal Russian limb named Kuritsky,
yet now unwittingly feel stumped
I ruminate, speculate, tabulate..., re:
garding one or more descendent did trumpet
objectionable bent with bias, decadent,
flagrant... haughty jarring averse trait
invariably patriarchal heir arch key
impossible impossible to hold figurative tongue
and rebuke stereotypical tendency
resigning, excluding, kraaling..., privileges
to any persons except Caucasian wealth thee
males, who fathered established, commandeered...
western civilization paradigm, I smart
with displeasure at gross injustice curtailed free
choice to acquire unshackled life, liberty,
and pursuit amidst avast booming population,
whose supposed inalienable rights blithely
usurped and denigrated creed, ethnicity,
and indisputably those with frizzy
hair still evident this late date two thousand
nineteen, I decry, grieve, lament,... particular lee
how women haint got no choice - chattel
to grand poobahs - to terminate pregnant sea
really irksome, when predicted on incest, rape
non viable offspring...violation this
garden variety poetaster recoils with knee
jerk loathsome, how young females jailed
if they undergo abortion
(with unwanted, unloved, unborn..., bay bee
thru no fault in their own stars),
punishment nasty, brutal and abhorrent
essentially enslaving the gentler sex lee
ving terror and horror, when peering into mirror
ogre looming ready to strangle gal lest she
obey mandate else...
If you're good or you’re bad
If you’re happy or sad
If you’re angry or glad
You are human
If you're bald or you're hairy
Or fearful or scary
If you’re brave or wary
You’re human
If you hate scrubbing floors
Or repainting your doors
Then you are indisputably…
Human
If you sing like a lark
Or your voice is a bark
Or you howl in the dark
You are human
If you’re normally nice
But you’ve made a device
To put rats on ice
You’re still human
If you order your cat
To go catch that rat
Then you’re daft as a bat
But you’re human
If you locked all your doors
Due to Texas Chainsaws
Shunned the sea after ‘Jaws’
That’s just human
But if you, unlike me
Didn’t cry in E.T.
Then I hereby decree
You ain't human
I have an idea for a poem,
a collection maybe
of all-encompassing rhymes
that satisfy each emotion,
separately and together.
Once it's finished
no one will need to write a poem again.
There will be an epic
that details a personal journey
which takes it's time to create
a perspective never considered.
It will be about nothing and everything.
Oozing with satirical pitfall traps.
There will be a series of shorter ones,
three stanzas maximum, one of I'm bored.
Succinct yet beautiful and
daring in their line breaks.
It will evoke oxymoronic detachment
that connects us to humanity, past and present.
Maybe one or two haikus,
a limerick for good measure.
I'll drizzle them on top like caramel sauce
No cherry on top - indisputably overused.
I have this concept for a poem.
Emotive in all the right places,
the very antithesis of cliché.
I will write it in an eventual burst
of creativity that consumes me
at 5am for sure.
I will forget what I thought I would write
and think of what could happen after.
What the Wikipedia page might say:
Lauded, Multi-Award Winning, Influential,
Conceited, I'm well aware, thanks.
These dreams of grandeur ruin me.
I search in vain, for a poem
that does not exist.
I want this ambition to leave me
so i can finally write a poem,
a poem that feels like it's written by me.
This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars
Man has ever been impelled by an existential curiosity
To probe into its mysteries, struck by its grandiosity
Many theories have evolved about its nature and birth
Scientific truths and assumptions are never in dearth
Some assume that from the merciless emptiness sans light,
From the deep silence of the horrendous night,
Universe emerged with the bang of hammers
On the anvils of eons thundering like firecrackers
There arose abruptly a gas cloud burst of inexorable force
And life emerged from stardust, our energy source.
While this is what the exponents of Big Bang assert,
Life, from a cosmic egg was hatched, some others purport
No doubt, this universe is an infinite stretch of lattice
Woven in the loom through billions of years by gratis
As the wheels turned and as the fires burned
Through cosmic vapor the first atom was churned
Thus, over the eons, life here has flourished
And with man’s wisdom and efforts it got nourished!
Galaxies are scattered in infinite space
And our planet Earth is well balanced in place
After the day’s vigil, when the mighty sun sets
The moon and the stars take over on their night shifts
Multitudinous stars glitter and twinkle, a wondrous sight
As branching chandeliers shedding luminous light
Sure, some extra-terrestrial hand has set the Earth in tune
And everything needed to hold life is benevolently strewn
Just as this universe was born, it would one day die
With all the planets, stars, and starlets of the sky
Who can predict how it is going to end
With a bang or whimper, or is the end impend?
Man’s existential curiosity continues to make him ponder
And he stands totally aghast in endless wonder!
Dec.26.2022
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