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"Tides of Magic"
The morning spoke in softest hues,
As waves embraced the world anew.
The sea lay calm, the sky stretched wide,
A sacred peace stood by our side.
We traced our names upon the shore,
Then drew the star, a circle more.
A sign of love, a bond so bright,
Alive with magic, pure and light.
We stepped inside, our hands entwined,
Two hearts as one, our souls aligned.
The northern star, our compass true,
Guided us to what we knew.
Her golden curls in sunlight spun,
Like fire and silk, like warmth of sun.
The salt, the breeze, the ocean's song,
Wrapped us in where we belong.
Our feet met where the waters kissed,
A quiet pulse, a wish, a twist.
The tide withdrew, but left behind
A spark, a force, a love designed.
With whispered words and steady hands,
We called the winds, we moved the sands.
A flame ignited, wild and free,
A dance of love upon the sea.
No chains, no bounds, just love unplanned,
Two souls reborn in stars and sand.
A power, a love, both fierce and grand,
Forever bound by heart and hand.
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"Tides of Magic" captures the essence of a love that transcends time and space, where two souls connect deeply with the universe around them. The poem weaves imagery of the ocean, the stars, and sacred rituals, symbolizing a bond that is both magical and eternal. Through shared moments on the shore, the poem reflects the power of love, connection, and rebirth, where each step taken together is a step toward a greater understanding of each other and the world they inhabit.
I Wish I Was
You know if I were an animal
I'd wish that I was
I wish I was a giraffe
For only then I could eat of the fruit trees and not grass
I'd wish that I was cause I could laugh
I'd wish that I was cause I would have extremely long neck and legs
Automatically be tall ready for basket ball
I wish I was a giraffe
So that I'd be at grandstaff
I will have horn-like ossicones
Atop my head making me so handsome
Belly laugh up to the skies I'll have a distinctive coat pattern
Make established social hierarchies through "necking"
No I don't mean kissing
I wish I was a giraffe
So that I'd be above the garbage
I will inhabit savannahs and woodlands
Gallop and graze in the gardens
If I were a giraffe I'd intrigued various cultures
Both ancient and modern
So that I'd be at grandstaff
I'd stretch my neck out, and be proud bout' it
For its peculiar appearance I will be tall “N” perfect
Imagine that...
I wish I were a giraffe
5/2/18
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Part One: I Love
The eagle as it flies far above restless
fields of golden wheat and stagnant marsh bottoms
where mice and rabbits inhabit ancient cress,
living small and unaware now in autumn's
warning chill of season's soon coming winter~
but the eagle knows coming snow will splinter
nature into those who have and who have not,
and only wisdom will see what spring has wrought.
Part Two: I Hate
The cold wind as it winnows its spiteful way
across tall mountain peaks into the valley
where colorful summer flowers once did play,
enticing bees to a pollen-filled galley ~
now flowers are dead and the bees have withdrawn
to hide from the cold in their houses of brawn
while beautiful flakes become old snow piled deep,
and nature has burrowed for long winter's sleep.
You have such a rare uniqueness
Filling you up with such sweetness
There's not one bad or mean bone
In your body that you own
Your patience is off the charts
You show more restraint and heart
Than anyone on this earth
You were a special baby birth
That this world so badly needed
You accomplished and succeeded
To bring out the and show
How to have an inner glow
Helping those who need it most
Your heart light shines coast to coast
Spreading into souls and hearts
Your doing the biggest part
To make the world a better place
And bring smiles to the face
Of those who need a turn around
In your caring, this they found
Never let it slip away
This rare sweetness you display
Rich man
it has comfort and is envied.
live in an amazing place
beautiful mansion...
Don't live in a hurry,
no distress...
eat the best
drinks what he wants...
Travel around the world,
but wants to inhabit mars...
Choose the muse woman
that she wants...!
Poor man,
sad and ugly,
even survive in life,
does not ask, loses what he desires...
He lives in fear,
no one loves him
no one wants it...
Nobody calls him
sage, genius, poet...
At most, false prophet!
But maybe to heaven
He will go...
while the rich
maybe not even in hell
stay...
maybe he wants
with the poor changing roles...
But the poor man answers,
- "I don't want to be his partner,
nor with him changing places.
neither here nor beyond.".. !
King of Lies
It's all about you,
Isn't it?
Always, no matter what the disaster
You've most recently caused.
It always comes back to you,
How badly you're treated
By the Fake News
(By which we mean the real truth,
As reported by those Enemies of the People).
You, Oh naked would-be king,
Are the Enemy of the People.
And more, and more, and more of them
Are coming to understand that.
In a way I suppose you may be right;
After all, were it not for you,
We wouldn't be mocked by the rest of the world.
We wouldn't be force-fed 'Alternative Facts".
We wouldn't have our honor and our very lives
Held hostage to your need to be the center of all attention.
Your citizens are dying, by the way,
As you keep us floundering like a Third World country.
You haven't even the grace
Not to insult and belittle
The many, many everyday heroes among us
Who risk their lives incessantly
That others may live.
So go on, our unclothed wanna-be Emperor;
Make your pronouncements
To your emptying, echoing audience hall.
You are king of one thing,
That is true:
You are the king of lies.
You have lied so much you have no idea
What truth actually is.
You are delusional;
The reality you inhabit
Is not our true reality.
There is a real world out here;
Believe it or not.
And one day the nightmare you've created
Will fade into the grateful past,
You will be vilified
Down through the centuries,
And no one, not even your enablers
Will mourn your passing,
Not even your family,
Because you have no virtues.
Know this; you will die - soon;
No doubt this will be a great surprise to you.
But come it will,
And when it does,
Will you be able to put forth any account for yourself?
Will a single human life
Have been improved
As a result of your existence?
No.
You will go down to Eternity
Unmourned.
Not your wife, not your children,
Not your spineless lickspittles
Will mourn your passing.
For this I pity you.
It must be nice
To be so isolated
From reality;
To just accept
That your version of reality is correct;
That everything works the way
You want it to.
But this is not the case;
In the end it will be acknowledged
That you were the worst of all our Presidents,
And somehow, we survived you.
Thank God you will fade into our pasts;
Thank God we are stronger than you.
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As a haiga
Away from the kinetic trails of the day,
My entire spirit pines for a lilting mantra
Where I turn into a tender shape
Fluid, quiet and chaste…my lucent breaths
Taste the scent of feline quietude warmed
By buoyant flows into the welcoming infinity
of space that accepts nothing nothing
But an amiable pilgrimage of the heart’s wish—
0ne with one where I inhabit the ‘now’
In its universal residence ,as my whole essence
Marvels at the joy of contemplative silence …
That allowing ‘what is’ opens my being
Like a harvest of light and flowers
Within an unknown garden where a dove, a river
Becomes a softened, divine tune humming ,
"Come and find me in my solitude."
Late June 2018 Premiere Contest
For Brian Strand
I don't know what I am going to write
But I will write about synapsis
I have no idea what that is
But that is the word that comes to my mind
Do you ever write about something that you don't even know
But just let the Holy Spirit guide you?
I heard about this word when I was in school
It has something to do with mechanism for the genetic crossing over
That is when your gene is multiplied my friend
But what does that had to do with me?
A lot
If it wasn't for that you wouldn't be here
Save the multiplying for God, right?
Does God ever tell you to multiply?
Yeah in Genesis 1:28
"Be fruitful and multiply...."
And in Genesis 26:24
"Fear not, for I am with you and will bless you
and multiply your offspring for my servant Abraham's sake."
So how are you going to multiply if you are a homosexual?
I am not saying that you go and hate all the homosexuals
as God does not indoctrinate hate
God teaches us compassion and understanding
We have to educate them
Not to change their life styles
But to inhabit the earth
with their offsprings
Does God ever call them to do that?
God called everyone
And they are no different
Let's cultivate the earth
"Multiply and be fruitful"
Be a part of someone
Be a part of anyone
That is no
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But just be a part, will ya?
He sets out to the river before the sun rises,
He asks the spirits to guide him before leaving his house,
Standing at the edge of the river,
He looks up at the sky praying for the blessings of the Divine.
He casts his net into the river waiting patiently,
Sometimes he sings songs of folklore,
A large catch will bring good sales,
Allowing him to support his family.
The sun pours on him,
He calls it a blessing,
He tugs on the net,
He smiles when it has done its bidding,
He pulls up the net summoning the help of the spirits.
Sometimes he goes home with a few catches,
To his chagrin,
He sits alone in front of his house,
Worried about the upkeep of his family,
Bothered about his children not being sent away from school,
He committed to paying a certain amount biweekly until their fees are cleared.
Sometimes when he’s lost in thought,
He hears his mother’s voice,
She reminds him that water is an unending gift of nature,
So also are the resources that inhabit its depth,
Today may not bring much,
But hope in tomorrow will bring abundance,
He smiles with teary eyes.
November 4, 2025.