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BOUND BY DARKNESS NIGHTS--
My eyes do spy a tender sight
Glitter shadows swirls of silver shone light
Floral imagery pastels reds, blues, greens
Bombarded brilliants shown stills
Picturesque composites
The eyes sees what they do show;
As the brain interprets the views;
Complicated pictures that---glow;
Florescent blindly mighty past hues;
Alas, my eyes sees
since being in and been in
Glory so much so
Depicting the visions stream,
Often bound by darkness nights.
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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.
He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.
He speaks for the bulldozed,
the displaced. The native and
the nomadic.
He tracks the sins
of yellow, metal Caterpillar’s.
He glides over bogs with the frogs.
He moves under tree shadows,
if there are no tree shadows
he takes a bus.
He talks to the bears - they tell him
how things are going in the suburbs.
Swimming pools and trash cans,
have still to be negotiated. There must be a treaty.
He is leafy, kits and coyote love him,
Whistle-Pigs chirp like sparrows; blow their noses
to trumpet his approach.
When ducks quack his many sermons
shotguns misfire.
He is a preacher, a teacher to tics and turtles.
He is the Green Man,
he is not a straw man,
or a hollow man –
he is green
at least for now.
Imagine if at the drop of a hat,
You could become a cartoon
Sylvester the Cat,
Chasing poor little Tweety Bird,
Perhaps it sounds absurd
Or be Fred Flintstone or his friend,
Let’s just pretend,
I was Barney or Fred’s wife Wilma,
Back in the Stone Age era,
Or I really fancy good ol’ Bugs Bunny,
Being incessantly shot at by Elmer
Fudd, I wouldn’t feel that it was
eternally funny,
‘What’s up doc’ Bugs would say,
Every moment of every single day.
And of course, the beginning of
Cartoons with Mickey Mouse,
And his girlfriend Minnie, I wonder
Did she ever become his spouse.
Unforgettable Donald Duck
Who sometimes would show pluck
But lacked finesse and polish,
And never ceased to astonish
His audience who laughed at his
Semi-intelligible speech,
But how much each
One of us looked forward to time
In front of the telly, prime
Hour for adults and children alike,
Heading home on your bike,
To not miss a second, homework
Not yet done
For now, it was all about fun.
One of my favorites for absolute sure,
Was the Mad Hatter at his tea party
At whom Alice in Wonderland
Was a guest, and experienced first-hand,
What riddles were or were not about,
For without him, there would be no story,
And this famous fable would
Have lost it’s glory.
The road runner for me was a trifle
Boring, but his ‘beep, beep’ grew on me,
I ought to agree.
I could go on forever, and mention
Many a cartoon, but time to go
To sleep like Sleeping beauty,
And be awaken each morn
By my handsome prince who pampers
Me, for he believes I earn
An amazing aroma of fresh ground coffee
And interprets my cartoon dreams,
Into romance and a kaleidoscope
Of incredible themes!
Upon the stars in her eyes
The smooth glare upon her face
The spark of magic when she smiles
The suspense in her gaze
The beauty of her juicy cheeks
Such enchanting joy emanates
With a soothing warmness
That can smoothly melt ice
The golden perception of her enchanting smile
Strikes the eye like a ray of sunshine
And just the way she holds her head upon her tough neck
I'm mesmerized by the skill she brings out in attaining such a dignified impression
Amongst all the kindest of blessings
Offered to me by the all mighty universe
The most treasurable is her
Tranquil is definitive of her elegant composure
Tenderness interprets her compassionate character
With a display of magnificence as that of the galaxy
My mind dwells in her enthralling fantasies
Christmas is just around the corner
convulsions in the stomach region
Poor elves who create all the toys
and Santa takes the credit
Squeezing me into the bus
to the nearest shopping mall
Puts the body into fight or flight mode
Burn some money
Christmas music in the background
Speakers spewing out the traditional carols
over and over again
My brother needs a padlock
Wrapped in white soft toilet paper
Christmas offering:
An electric nose hair trimmer
... embarrassing
Symbolic gifts
The goal is not to be entertaining,
but the demand is rising
Christmas stress reaches undiscovered heights
Hormones flood the bloodstream
Writhes on the floor with stomach aches
interprets the pain positively
Hear the angels sing messages of peace
with charisma and glimmers in the eyes
December is full of forced cuddling
The stockings are hanging by the fireplace
Chaos with festive cheer
Merry Christmas
The suffering alien
He just lives in the world. Integrated life, but alien
He feels, experiences, and interprets existence
He discovers human life. In a human body
The alien
To live in this age is a fantastic privilege. Says alien
Rapid development, complex social environment
Look around. Continuous change, genesis
Said the alien
There are so many connections, causes, and effects
Nuanced meanings and invisible connections
There is no end to the existence of life here
Recognised the alien
Alien, alien,
Stranger, stranger
A suffering soul
Comes from far away in the sky
He is enjoying human life
But some parts he doesn’t like
He is a social creature now
But he feels alone. Restless solitude
He needs a better existence
He wants to stay alone
For contemplation
Holy Solitude
Solitude
Alien
He is
A stranger
An alien
Solitude
Written: July 8, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
***Instead of simply describing the visual of Chaggal Birthday Work of Art, this Ekphrasis poem reacts to and interprets the painting's emotional and symbolic significance.
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Ekphrasis: The Birthday
Love unfastens
the ordinary.
A room remains a room
until joy bends its own bones,
and suddenly
the body believes
it was always meant
to fly.
Your kiss
is not an ending,
but an axis—
around which walls,
windows,
and waking
quietly revolve.
Gravity grows gentle,
its stern syllables
softened by surrender.
I look,
and the painting
looks back—
teaching me
that devotion
is the only miracle
that leaves the earth
without ever leaving it.
‘By means of death’ –
No softened course,
No path of cushioned ease,
No passage smooth
In gentle calm
Could circumnavigate
That destiny of death.
No other route lay open
To that future scene
Whose riches lay imprisoned
In an ancient promise
Far beyond
The reach and grasp
Of mortal men.
Long years
And generations endless
Passed in fragile hope
And frail anticipation
Of the coming day.
No eager wish,
Or strong desire,
No pious prayer,
Could gain fulfilment
Of its certain pledge.
To ease impatience
For Messiah’s dawn,
Some would at times
Invent their own Immanuel
And blindly see
A prince of earthly style
And purpose bold
To vanquish
Israel’s enemies of state.
Presumption thus
Interprets ill
The treasured promise
Of the heavenly King.
‘By means of death’ –
A course repugnant
To the tutored intellect
Of Israel’s scribes –
No less to sacrificial priests,
A path impossible
For their imagined Prophet-King.
At last He comes
At odds with human mind
And notions fair,
The Lamb of God,
To tread
The purposed path
To death –
The only means
To loose for men
Those promised riches
Of the eternal King.
‘By means of death!’
No other way.
The Giver comes
To give himself!
His life must forfeit be
To legalise that gift of life
And all his vast inheritance
Display to man.
And me!
‘By means of death’!
“He is the Mediator of the new covenant, by means of death."
Hebrews 9:15
Dreamtime realms are the laboratory of the wise.
This research compound, where DNA was discovered,
produces our collective future.
A wise one learns at the college of dreams and
progresses down the highway of success.
The fool claims that they’re only dreams;
ramblings of the imagination.
The earth plane is a haven for fools;
a wise man’s nightmare, where logic and
reason are locked away from daily access.
Dreamscapes warn of the fool’s carelessness.
Planes fly themselves, cars drive themselves,
robots care for the old and infirm there.
The fool mis-interprets everything.
The wise man sees the dreamscapes message…
Planes crash, cars burst into flame and
robots crush the bones of the elderly and
thrash the infirm.
A fool never realizes that fallible humans,
will never build perfectly flawless machines.
Fools never remember the “Titanic”; they just keep on rebuilding it again and again.
When will the fool decide to learn?
The wise warn, but are rarely able to help the fool;
thus, the world stays in chaos.
Dreamtime labs are a human safety mechanism.
It’s too bad that most people ignore their dreams and
leave the wise, despite their best efforts, to suffer at the whims of the fools.
The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016