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When you meet death, smile as if greeting an old friend.
The fear you feel, is the fear that death will not notice how you've changed.
The lessons you've learned, the tears you've cried, the smiles you distributed to the ones in need.
But death as an old friend sees your discomfort, and wraps a warm arm around your shoulder.
The two of you walk arm in arm in the cold snow, lamp lights flickering in the distance.
Realization finally dawns on you, death was never the taker of your life, rather your guide to a new one.
The snow under your feet is infinitely deep, and you are without shoes.
With each step, melted snow turns to ice on your bare feet.
And the weight, o the weight would be unbearable without death keeping you from falling awry.
The pull of the unknown, drags like gravity down.
But death is strong, and deaths feet like snow shoes plod on through the deep.
The farther you travel, the warmer it gets, and when you look down you see the ice has melted.
The lamplight now looks as if it was made of sun, so warm, so pleasant like the face of an approving father.
Death turns to you and says, "It is time".
Looking back all you see is a tunnel, so dark it resembles the womb in which you first were birthed.
A deep breath, and you step into the waters, warm and inviting.
The snow and cold are gone, feeding this lake of warmth.
And even though it is light, you can see how dark it is until....
You are squeezed into the world that is to become your own, you gasp and suck sweet ether that inflates your breath.
The fear of being alone overtakes you, then you see your mothers eyes,
the eyes of love.
Death waves goodbye with parting words, "We will meet again old friend".
First Law of the Conservation of Energy- Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed to one form or another.
What animates life is energy........If life must create Death....then for the equation to be balanced...Death must create Life...........
It is the roots of Death.....that grow the tree of Life.. and it is the School of Life that prepares us for the University of Death...........and so the wheel spins.....................................
The elders speak in timeless tones to reconcile the past,
And offer truths from which we choose to fill the roles we're cast.
But though the sage will muse how well the truths can guide our way,
So few will heed and recognize the worth of what they say.
The elders speak a sacred tongue in soft and whispered tone,
Of olden days and simpler ways, of souls who now are gone.
They tell of lies and blunders made throughout the ages passed,
And beg we put their truths to pen, for all to know at last.
They come to me at varied times and occupy my thought
With facts and lore of times before, and other things they've brought.
They seek to put a record straight or make an error right,
When history's lacking in some way and needs a ray of light.
At first, I’d cringe in shock and awe, was overwhelmed and dazed.
At times, I’d feel too small to deal with issues that they raised.
"What should I do?" I asked myself, “Why should I care at all?”
But time has shown that I should trust the wisdom of their call.
I honed my skills and craftsmanship, and dedicated time.
I lent my pen and acumen, and love of word and rhyme.
I judged them not for wrongs they did, their ignorance or views,
For though they erred, the lessons learned are much to dear to lose.
It's not so much the words they say, or lives they lived and lost,
Or ways they tried to go and guide, no matter what it cost.
But what they learned from what they did and left for us to muse,
Much more than gold and treasured gems, are lessons wrought with truths.
I believe many of us charged with making our history palatable for the generations to come
get far too involved in our own sensitivities. We seem to place inordinate significance on our
judgement of our ancestors' ignorance, wrongs done to one another, and politics. As a result,
we overlook the value of the lessons learned and passed along with their legacy. It is the
cost of the wrongs done, the lives lost, and the errors made that inflates the value of the
lessons from which we have to learn... and leaving those lessons in the past is yet a greater
cost, or loss, as the case may be.
The Gray
As I sat on a park bench on what appeared to be an ordinary day,
All of a sudden comes a change of winds and along comes the Gray.
As I sat alone in that dark deepening haze;
It felt cold, gloomy as if sealed in a granite wall maze.
The fog was so thick and dim it hung frozen in the air
There’s not a beam of light shining through; this Gray will not tare.
The wind whips up its pace into a devouring breeze that consumes me,
It's then I realize I am stuck in a Hell that's become reality.
As time slithers by, I hear a voice call out from the murky haze
“It’s my hands that strip the light from your brightest days.”
“Who’s there?” I cry, “Show yourself there’s no need to hide.”
“Foolish boy I’m what’s stored away in your empty heart ...
I am what makes you whole when you’re torn apart.
So don’t be afraid, for I will no longer hide
I’ll soon become your nothing inside.”
A silhouette of a female figure draws near,
I feel a foreboding of terror and tremble with fear.
A pale white face breaks through the haze of Gray
Her clouded eyes beam a message “With me you’ll stay”
“Who are you!” I demand. “What do you want from me?”
She drifts in closer hands extended, eyes beaming with intensity.
In that instant I become hypnotized by her eyes
My mind goes numb and body is paralyzed.
“Don’t be scared; this won’t hurt one bit.
It's a gift from me to you; life isn’t permanent.”
She leans in to my face, puckering her rigor mortis lips
When her cold skin touches mine my soul rests at her finger tips.
With her mouth over mine, she blows cold breathe into my empty lungs,
The air inflates my soul making it feel like it weighs tons.
Once she inhales, the weight lifts the pressure off my chest,
With my soul in her hands it feels like a soft caressed.
“I’ll be your warmth in the eternal blizzard of the grave,
Relax your worried heart; there is no way in Hell you’ll be saved.”
Sitting alone on that park bench I knew without her having to say,
That my soul would remain with hers bound forever together in the Gray.
HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic guarantee.
BEHOLD, tis fortes air, breathes content,
weighed thy heartbeats, tempos augment
impressed moods, thy amour be sent
meant lovers twain souls gleam, assent
thy course treats fair, thy issue spent.
Serendipitous time errant,
thine art grand resolve thy arms bent,
caressing untouched hearts invent
distant tests and trials, relent
thine lips, intimate kiss advent.
FORSAKE thine naught our past mistakes,
indulgence sought hearts for our sakes,
soften tones merged spirits partakes,
resumed innate instinct awakes,
forming trust fusion overtakes.
Suffer our ascent, farther takes
gift deeply, frothed measure inflates
ardor ties revive, blissful fates
balanced fragile hearts insulates,
assured embraced love gravitates.
HAIL youthful thoughts in elder heads,
man tests, steads boy within, joy spreads,
astir thee dreamers from their beds,
recite poems of their misreads,
dawn assails starred twilights to shreds.
Unspool thy sunrise; rays shone threads
day, strings purpled veins thy night's steads,
pump life ballads, hymnal bloodsheds
squander blues, swapping sparkled reds,
gloom bides thy shift whilst clung gold treads.
VIEW love gifts thee thy lamps, soft coats
pure sought breeze, mild trace, handful floats,
tis thy time spreads trend, loom moon draws
waft breeding told claims, thy hour thaws,
cares borne thy primes spills yon be culled.
Crowns thy verse brushed lobes set are lulled,
rouge mouths favor Cupid's pierced aim,
Cherubs lyre naught burnt Rome, thou blame
flamed trails, lust swells lovers tender
tinged warmed hearts, goeth thee, their splendor.
I am a slender looking sea bird having forked tails,
long hooked bills and a white under belly.
My genus is marked by sexual dimorphism.
My mate tries to do so many wonderful things so that
I would fall for him.Likewise,wonderful courtship display allows me to do a perfect selection and hang on to an everlasting relationship.
Possessing fantabulous stamina and striking feature~
he inflates his red gular throat pouches like heart shape,kept drumming love call untill I became impressed.
Each male took turn to out do each other ..
But, I loved him at first sight attracted to his musical performance.Aah..he looked magnificent with puffed chest.Shortly we engaged.He gave me a cozy nest to rest.
We, at times perch on tree tops at night for romance.
Being aerial ~he soars throughout the day
hunting for food and late night he comes to me.
Essentially categorised as kleptoparasite ~either we catch other birds or snatch food from their savings.
Swooping down to feed on squid and fish he is often attacked by our predators tuna or dolphins and chased to the surface.
I worry for him untill he is back home.Once he's back we enjoy, care & fulfill each of our desires.
Laying single egg, each year we relish the experience of parenthood every breeding season.
17-7-2020
Disclaimer: Sexual dimorphism is the condition where the two sexes of the same species exhibit different characteristics beyond the differences in their sexual organs.The condition occurs in many animals & some plants too.Differences may include secondary sex characteristics, size, weight, colour, markings, and may also include behavioral & cognitive differences.
Third place in the Contest.
Note: "I am a bird" -personification Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
word to the wise I came to get down & so you all frown
Gucci Man, Gucci Man, Gucci Man so here I stand with mic in my hand
I came to get down boggy down to the socks this homeboy do think a lot
carry on with a song in my heart to impart the dream bitchs scream
eating delicious ice cream flipping burgers on the grill
cheap thrills it pays the bills in your fancy chills
Theres no stopping while i'm popping just turning up rhymes kiss my behind
silence is golden I'm still unfolding the notion of rapping
when I was young I wasn't ever hurting anyone making love was for fun
Spin doctor proctor as we flow to let you all know pop inflates the common ego
Zip to your zoo I've bitten off more then I could chew now what's new with you
I'm your real Gucci man while I'm working on my tan got flames that bite you all understand
thirst for words crushed in ice will make you think twice to roll the dice
a new escapade we got it made spending my nights in the shade so behave
Dazzling light go in deep for the bite that is my right
Gucci man makes his one last stand I cant complain through the flames
a reason to go deep I summon my peeps outside on the streets
Roxanne you don't have to turn on your red light those days are over you don't have to sell your body in the night...
We are the champions come to discover is it any wonder jst ask Stevie Wonder what a blunder...
Got rhymes that rap got rhymes that roll pump up the beat to increase its tempo
take you to places where you need to go stand strong ya'll get your fix down at the mall
They say we are free
yet the laws are governed by hypocrisy
doctrines by decree
dictating to you and me
Justice is blind
and the gavel comes down
hidden in plain sight is
the criminal justice system
such a fine line
policy and law designed to protect you
that's what they have you believe
Stand knell plea bargain deal
The lies of our military
and the contempt of our president
by the swipe of a pen high jacked into ruin
computers media money and threats
Hypocrites that contradict
spoken words without meaning
Do as I say and not as you want
Bewildered are its people
speechless on both grounds
he says we'll get these terrorists
standing smug and proud
Staunch believer my way is the only way
Violates USA treaty
Destabilizes our economy
inflates the pump
world leaders taking a stance
the arms race again taking face
3rd world leaders are painted evil
hidden agendas and secret court rulings
Political arrogance
the image they portray
using the illusion of media
to trick and sway
to gain your trust, to make you believe
in their ideology
They speak of change
they want to work for you and me
so they go on tour to raise money to preach
to visit a state they analyze a sheet
it shows favorbility places they dont call you a liar, **** or a cheat
but in the end your vote doesn't count
a judge ruled it he signed it into law
King George lives again today
holding in his hand a dagger behind his back
I'll kill all those that get in my way.
I am the Sovereign rule I am the Sovereign law.
I was falling, falling---- falling asleep I fell deep, so deep a deep mirage of sleep I gazed deep into the mirage into a tiny crystal ball where circling there were the remnants of a dream I saw my friend my best friend, I remember - - He said, I’ll be with you until the end of times. And there were times and there were times. When he lured me to the lion’s den And there were times and more times when he saved me from the lion’s den. I guess he is my friend and my enemy. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. HE places blame when he points a finger at others for the scars in his life and on his face for the taste of blood in his mouth. He obfuscates and negates his mistakes. He inflates others with blame. For shame!!!! he is my friend, so why must I hide that he shames me again and again. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. He chased me with a sword He tried to choke me with a cord. In my dream I cried I scream --- I scream Lord kill my enemy From heaven God began to shoot. Boom he shot him in the leg Boom he shot him in the arm Boom he shot him in the gut Boom he shot him in the head My enemy is dead and I appear at Heaven’s gate. I think as I wait – what is wrong? uh oh - - I was my enemy all along.
Homely Appeasements
'You are what you eat', say the dieticians!
There is no escape from gormandising
I'm a foodie! It's aroma inflates my spirits
I once tasted garlic cottage cheese curry
In my dream, and my restive spirits unruffled
The next day for gastronomical delights to perfection
Home made bread, nicely buttered is a soul comforter
Especially when it sandwiches cheese on garden fresh lettuce
A serving of fruit yogurt calms my high tensed nerves
Another breakfasty delight is the aroma of salted butter
When two yolked eggs are fried together, they smile on
Warm toasts garnished with lemony herbs and sausages
Lunch I can binge on mangoes, my favourite fruit
I remember my granny warning me in childhood
Of having far too many alphonsos, but I couldn't be appeased
As week after week they tempted me on their arrival in baskets
From the botanical gardens, a tradition that continues till today
Grandpa winked, 'Enjoy the king of fruits to stay healthy!'
Fruity salads with tenderly roasted chicken for dinner
Is incomplete without soufflés, puddings or desserts
I'm happiest rustling up new dishes and relish my concoctions
If invited out I gorge on the aroma of warmth and fondness
With which the loving hostess has arrayed her heavenly cuisine
Cinnamony coffee, hot or cold anytime synergises me for a bouncy day
June 26, 2016
For Lewis Raynes
Contest- I Love Food
by Michaelw1two
Intonate a spirited debate,
explore the subtlety of doubt;
compassionately seal one’s conjugation,
inspire pairing’s deity;
self-survivals issue mute,
its sequella, each by chance deter;
question quandary’s quenching quick,
empyreal reality’s oddity.
Convoke, thoughts sum in totality,
reveal in this your fears;
coetaneous mindsets mimic those,
all secrecy, please set free;
excitatory, proves that probe,
it profiles everyone sincere;
solipsism, revealed fantasy,
each life, reflecting in soul confrere.
Partisan secrecy, in hide laid bare,
admits its failing bent;
bluster slurries thrive,
behind thin veil, truths foment lament;
taciturnly, on wings of change,
ideal belief, impulsion illuminates;
diabrotic, one’s choice of drink,
inscience, engineered ab initio.
Thereunto, the future blind is placed,
upon censorious dais;
nonconscious essence, laced within,
every minds object of desire;
imperatives, those of nature’s own,
establish trust in broad ideas;
jeu d’espirit, exemplify these,
opposition, inflates derisory odds.
Absquatulate, this lividity,
living’s frisson spiraling enmity;
distensioned life, holds this stress,
future’s truth remains unmet;
positioned concept challenged all,
its touch does one enumerate;
propositus, friend by friend employ,
mind, most precious entity.
Jan. 2010