Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
They called their gang The ReVolutionaries,
my Father Sun and Mother Earth drew time with them,
but they often called themselves Yang and YinYin,
respectively and mutually respectful
yet privately erotic,
not so much politically and economically
where Yang could not fit in for rabid competition
and YinYin could not alone float
her dipolar WinWin health-care priority boat.
Where was I in my Creation Geneology,
YinYin?
Once again
you did not get past much of a preliminary introduction,
without me,
Sugar Daddy Yang.
Oh yes,
Father Sun and Mother Earth
got together co-gravitationally,
first creating a nondual revolution
out of spacetime's co-arising
and revolving implied-fractal-seasoned syntax,
natural systemic order of healthy evolution,
as not-not pathologically dual-dark devolution,
probably too much Yin-recessive
in this Yang-dominant Creation Story.
Even so,
Father Sun with Mother Earth
revolved their bilateral health potential.
Then, next time you know,
here you are,
bangin around with too-dominant Left-brained Yang,
slippin' in some wise ol' tough love,
stirrin' up your Owl with your Moose Medicine
for stronger regenerative tissue issues,
still struggling between SunPowerLens
and EarthFlowLens,
primally RNA-balanced
informating regenerative health and therapy relationship
re-issues
articulating as bicamerally climatic neural-temporal boundary tissue,
or is it the other way?
So confusing
all this time travel appositional and dialectical health language,
like RNA,
pointing toward your lovely
and always mindful
DiPolar EcoPresence as HereNow Time
in self-refining, reiteratively flowing,
spring of love's rich nutritional water and incarnate soil,
soul mating Heaven's fire warm photosynthetic
transformational
co-redemptively climaxing air
of sweeping surfing elating Time's Full ReGenerate Occupation,
living still within our TransParent Elders,
of which we each share equal DNA/RNA
neural-temporal
regenerative-fractal Implicate-Concave Orders of rhythm and pattern and syntax,
folding and unfolding,
holonic-Holy Exegetical Syntax Scripture
teleologizing
enriching
enculturing
composting time's revolutionary health
through TransParent CoOperating Golden Rule
of Prime (0)-soul/soil, ego/eco, Interior/Exterior,
Fractal PolyCultural Relationship.
That's nice, Daddy Yang,
having said all that,
I'm wondering if I might add
that as I most kindly remember,
there are two sides to every Creation Story,
one is Ego's Yang Exterior Universal view,
while EcoOther YinYin echoes
our Interior Landscape
nondual co-arising love for empathic capacity as rich nutritional experience,
co-elational syntax-voices of primal feeling and knowing
Yang/Yin is healthier as LoseSome BusinessAsUsual
to WinSome YinYin Tipping Point CoOperative Wisdom.
Yet even this wu wei PostMillennial TaoZen Bicameral Hybrid Story
is not the Fat Lady Death's Door final message you are fearing
within YinYin's WinWin EcoRevolutionary
0-soul Creation Story
of a bicamerally self-optimizing health and safety global network
with local cooperative poli-economic communication guilds,
nutrient 0-interest investment through implementation
polycultural local ecosystemic-balancing glory,
cooperating our WinWin Mutual PolyEnculturation Story.
YinYin,
namaste for your generous and kind-natured
right-time reminder,
to win dialogical Solitaire,
not only does Yang Ego
think therefore I Win,
but nondual co-arising of Right-time's sequence
and dialect
syntaxed cards of Other
cooperatively win this balancing fractal 4 spacetimed
principle of steering co-gravitational positivity,
implied predelivery doctors and progenitors
of ReGenetic-Health Optimization Time,
most sacred Positive BiCameral Psychology
of more humane natural ecosystems,
RNA-iconic as ionic,
CoMessianic Cross with Tao-Time Universal
Black full-diastatic and dipolar synaptic
absorbs WhiteNoise Aptic EcoPresent TransParentcy,
and vice versa with reverse-temporal imaging ecoconscious
capacity.
We are both GooeyRight
and PricklyLeft
more truly balanced as positive/negative deviant equity seekers,
healthy optimizers
ecotherapeutic lovers of peace with ecojustice,
evolving an Ego/Eco Deductive/Inductive ConScience
of BiNomial (0)-Centric 4D spacetime
as our CoOperative Creation Story.
Group Theory's Zero-bilateral symmetrical
implied dipolar function as bilinear double-bound soul
could be RealTime expressed:
fold,
unfold,
refold,
pregenitive full-4 revolutionary closure Byte-Fold Balance,
inside-double-negative with outside double-boundaried
dynamically revolving,
waving-linear Tao-sign,
principle of thermodynamic balancing dipolarity.
PolyNomial ++ evolves WinWin equivalent
to LoseLose (--) NotNot PolyNomial 4D
spacetime prime 0-centric
Origin Point of Language and Scripture
toward future's (0)Mega Point Bicameral Creation Story
as EcoPresent Now,
our timeless invitation into full healthy love,
life as co-empathic bicameral love-positive,
restrained only by its absence,
cognitive-affective
neural informating
health/pathology-dissonance,
heading toward climatic long-term TransMillennial effects
of chronic stress,
sleep deprivation,
overly competitive ecosystems
of all paradigmatic
and polymorphic varieties,
and crappy nightmare
claustrophobic
death and dying dreams.
Yang space flows through YinYin Time's Light
as Time's syntaxed memory folds and unfolds,
refolds and prefolds revolutionary ecosystemic transitions,
emerging Full-PolyCultural
Diastatically Elational
Climaxing
Beloved PolyPathic
BiCameral Communicating
Interior Landscaped LoveNow-EcoTherapySpace.
Was that my Fat Lady
YinYin?
Now you know I am just right for you;
you're the one getting too hefty
for your own internal and external balancing capacity.
Maybe I need more exercise.
Maybe you need to get off me,
and help me paddle...
Did I say "paddle"?
Yes, love
I know,
you mean to flow your Revolution Creation Story
right through PostMillennial cooperative enculturation.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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Long poem by
Brian Johnston | Details
A Brief For The Defense
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
Jack Gilbert (A famous, now deceased, San Francisco Poet)
My interpretation of this poem:
Some lines may jar you in this poem, but I think that the poet means to shock us, and is not merely being insensitive. His line 'But we enjoy our lives because that is what God wants' seemed very insensitive to me on first reading. But his justification of this line 'Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine' does have an irony to it since whether you are starving or rich, this is a gift that the rich cannot hoard for themselves. Don't you think?
I think the key to understanding this poem correctly though is the title 'A Brief for the Defense.' Who is being defended here if not the poet himself, who in the midst of all the world's suffering (including his own) still suggests that there is enjoyment to be found and that we should not feel guilty if we find it, that God in fact 'wants' us to find it? (He obviously is not a puritan!) I don't think that he is exhorting us to ignore the suffering in the world around us so much as he is to embrace the joy that we do find. It is an interesting distinction that he makes between 'delight' and 'pleasure.' It seems to me that he is saying that 'delight' is more a gift from God and that 'pleasure' perhaps is more a self-centered man's pursuit of the 'delight?' He calls us to accept God's gifts without thinking we deserve them. We should not take responsibility for others or be angry at God when the consequence of bad personal choice or accidental mishap is 'Pain.'
My favorite line in the poem is in fact 'To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.' It seems clear to me that he believes in an afterlife as well when he says humorously 'If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down, we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.' His faith is that God's creation always serves some greater good even if we do not understand it (as is mine!) It is OK to feel 'delight' even in the face of our approaching death. 'We must admit there will be music despite everything.'
The fact that he does not directly address what to do about the suffering of others in this poem, I would suggest, is beside the point. I cannot ever really address the pain another feels, but I can address my own. I can choose to honor delight without pursuing pleasure exclusively. The last quarter of the poem is, in fact, an homage to God for the gift of simple things in life that most people ignore. 'We stand at the prow..... years of sorrow that are to come.' Don't you wonder with me what was in the rowboat? What we can best do about the suffering in the world is perhaps not to allow it to overwhelm us personally and to model this to others! There is a difference I think between me caring about other's pain, for example, and thinking that it is my responsibility to make them feel better. As the poet says 'If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction, we lessen the importance of their deprivation.'
One critical comment on the poem is that for me Jack's focus on the miseries of just India seems culturally insensitive and a little harsh. I was not sure what he meant by the 'cages of Bombay' either. Maybe his line on the Bengal tiger bent him to focus on India's poverty, but except for that, and the mention of Calcutta and Bombay, the deprivation he mentions could be in any country. The poem itself is more prosy and didactic though than poetic I think. My favorite poetic images are 'If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,' and the beautiful ending, 'To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth all the years of sorrow that are to come.' This last image though makes the poem for me!
I invite reader's comments on both Jack's poem and my notes on it.
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Laura Loo | Details
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore,
I met a grandfatherly man...
He was clean shaven, tiny and crabby,
And always wore a floppy black suit, his name was Mr. Atnas.
See, I was at such a tender young age,
full of innocence and make believe...
I lived in a small village on a small island towards the northern plateau,
Waters of the Arctic Ocean surrounded it,
all the people in the village called it Samtsirhc, residing in
the North Pole.
At that time, the village was dark and dreary,
The sun wouldn't shine for days,
One gloomy Tuesday I went to work at my Papa's
gift shop.
It had been passed down for generations, and one day
it will be mine...
I learned at a young age how to use the cash register and stock
the post cards.
I saw Mr. Atnas walking into the shop and my heart raced,
anticipating what he will say or do.
As I stared at him he slowly walked up to me.
“HEY YOU! I need help now!
What's taking you so long!!”
My Papa was chopping wood for sweet Ms. Sualc,
who had just lost her husband, so it was up to me to help.
He screamed, “I'm looking for wood for my furnace!”
I scrambled my words anxiously..
“ Mmmmrr. Atttnasss.....
Mmyy ppappa iis choppping some
woood iiin the bacck..
I willl gooo gett ssommme ffor youu.”
About two minutes later,
I hurried back to Mr. Atnas with his wood.
“Heere yyouu ggo sir...”
I didn't hear a thank you, just nothing but silence
and glaring eyes.
As we were walking up to the
register, I heard a loud trembling noise..
“Oh no Mr. Atnas, are you ok?”
He had fallen on his back and I could tell
he was in pain, he said,
“Oh YOU BOY I need help getting up,”
I just knew I would fall again
since I forgot my cane.”
So I screamed for Papa, and heard nothing..
I put my right arm around his neck
and my left arm down by his waist.
He started to limp and gradually caught his breath and stood up.
I could see sincere relief in his eyes, he whispered
while taking a deep breath.
“You sweet boy, thank you so much.
I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier.
A few minutes went by and he had to pay for the wood.
He checked all his pockets and realized he had
forgotten his wallet...
Sweet Ms. Saulc, standing behind him whispers..
“Oh dear Mr, Atnas, may I please pay
this bill for you?
I would be delighted.”
Mr. Atnas was in shock, for
it was twice today he had been
touched by generosity...
Then came Wednesday, and
I woke up to sunshine bliss,
with snow blanketed on every pine tree,
Rainbow colored lights emitting beauty
to all in the village.
“What a marvelous thing
mother nature has brought us!”
There was a castle made of gingerbread cookies,
candy canes draping over every needle of all of the trees.
Beautiful green tinted windows on the castle that was
right before me.
It was just beautiful.
Lit up garland streamed
over every corner, golden glass
for all 4 doors.
The magnitude ran for miles..
Blinking red and green flashes on those old dreary bushes.
And wow, a snowman! I had always heard
about them, but have never actually
seen any!
Chocolate covered sweets lining up for infinity,
reaching the castle in our village in the North Pole.
I noticed eight reindeer galloping in front
of the castle.
"Such marvelous animals I've never
seen in the light of day!"
In wondrous awe, I saw a man..
I thought, “when did he move here and why?
Out comes a plumpy humpty dumpty man
wearing an over sized red suit with candy canes
hanging on all of the seams.
Long white-grayish beard down to his sternum.
And a red long laying hat with a white cotton ball on the top
with delicate glasses to see.
“Ho Ho Ho!!! Merry Christmas to our village of Samtsirhc!!
It took me a minute but I realized that Samtsirhc
backwards is...CHRISTMAS...
How clever is he!
I ran up to him full of intrigue and he greets me with a smile.
I thought...”hmmmm, he looks very familiar..”
I looked into his eyes and noticed he had a slight limp,
and unbelievably it was crabby Mr. Atnas!
Wow! What has happened to him?
What is going on? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE???
He said, “Oh, sweet boy, you have helped
me live a life of joy and kindness.
My name now is Santa.
Starting today, dear boy, our
village in the North Pole shall be
nothing but vivid dreams of sunshine.
All the little children shall be full of lollipops and gracious gifts,
made from my little elves in the workshop.”
For every year on this day, we will celebrate joy
and gratitude with wonderful fellowship
through out the world!"
As I was listening to him with anticipation
for days to come, I realized that Santa is Atnas backwards!
Out of the corner of my eye appeared an old angelic woman,
it took me a minute but I realized it!!
It was sweet lady Ms. Saulc...
For now she shall be called Mrs. Claus..
What a beautiful sight to see!
Such a lovely couple and how
wonderful is it that today will be
known as Christmas Day.
Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore,
I met a grandfatherly man...
Santa was his name, dressed in all red,
with big jolly hands...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: December 19, 2015
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
Bob Quigley | Details
He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel. All so familiar, so ordinary. Just like every other day he mused. Nothing new. Nothing special.
Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him. But in reality, he was bored. It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation. Too many days. Too much disappointment. He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first. It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.
Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade. In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with. You know the type. Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog. Kids poking their fingers through the kennel screen or banging on it. Some even making barking sounds. He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.
Walter was very picky. Set in his ways after so many years. He had had it good for a long time. An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself. No tricks. No stunts. Just long naps and daily walks. A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner. He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom. Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together. And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.
But those days were gone now. First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back. The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly. The walks became less frequent. Walter did what he could. He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too. At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.
He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye. I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.” Walter could see the tears in his eyes. He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist. It was obvious there were no alternatives. And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner. But he was going to miss him. It was not going to be easy to adjust.
But adjust he did. He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs trot past his cage with light hearts and new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations. But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound. Everyone wanted the young ones. So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.
He heard them before the saw them. ”Honey” the voice said. ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.” Walters ears perked up a little. ”Do I know them” he thought. ”They seem to know me”. I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.
“It is him” the man said. ”Walter, how you doing boy? Do you remember me?”
And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him. He used to live right across the street. He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket. With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing. It was good to see an old friend.
“What do you say hon” the man said. ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”
Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement. ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”
The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter? Would you like to go home with us?”
Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more. A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew. What was there not to like.
Soon the woman returned and the gate opened. A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention. Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off. ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought. ”Good luck and goodbye”.
As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter. There is someone I am going to take you to see. I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”
Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about. And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2013
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Long poem by
G. Jay | Details
Random Notes
Mirror mirror in (*on) the wall (*poem 8/1/2017)
Rose, rose, in the season of fall,
You will always be the fairest of them all.
Forever, since the touch of the painted sanguine blossom from spring,
Eternally still, the white, the pure, my heart, my queen.
The lightray (Gentle nectar/pollen) that flows through your chest.
Tis Thy honey bee passion His love, His bed ,His rest.
Open thy third eye. Going down to lie.
. I am the dryad the owner of this particular flower
Coming standing the wealth of the world
In armor some lands have been scared.
Takes off the armor you may processed.
The Holy Jade Empress
What beholdest thou
What I see and every that I have walk has lifted me suplified and breathless
The land is hallow and scared my exalted Jaded Empress.
The Holy Jade Empress
The Penetralia Ruby Queen/
Flower / Rose -• the most private or secret things
Afther the sun rise. A song of lullabies.
- To the East under the mountain peaks lies a forbidden forest
- Within the forest there is a magical flower,
- Some say it’s the foundation of youth,
- Others the entrance into the cave of wonders,
- Or the gate into the world of dream.
- I’ve heard in disbelief proclaiming it doesn’t even exist.
- The Village tells me not to play anywhere near the forbidden forest.
- There are dangers. The dire wolves might devour me.
- The Forbidden forest is a sight to behold.
- It’s a lush garden of treasures untold , a playground of the god’s
- In the garden of the gods I carefully find my way
- Near the ripe blossoming gentle pink shower
- To find a Small hole veiled by a beauty rose flower
- Is this what the elders have warned me about?
- Is this to the world of dreams? The world of the unseen?
- The musical chimes can be heard. The Sun radiates in the form a Fire/dove bird. (I hear someone calling of my name.) (It’s her voice that I adore.)
- A wondrous angelic nymph comes and beckons me
- She spread her aegis wings and glides into the golden spring.
- With my power I push open the sacred flower door.
- (With the help of a wooden nettle I unlock the protective divine petals.)
- I magnify (aggrandize) the entrance to fit in my presence.
- Now adorned in red (crimson) and caring the fragrance of a rose bed passion.
- As far as my eyes could see countless small roses pedals sheltering the inner passage.
-
- Beyond that my vision becomes obscure,
- Hot and moist.
- The fission runs down my spine and engulfs my mind.
- .
- The world awakens and the ground being to shaken.
- Her hallow voice sings my name.
- Then her laughter echoes off the walls. “is this your esteemed temple “that I say
- “Yes. welcome. Let’s us pray(play). Come and seek me. The inner ”
- I chase after her singing with her excited laughter.
- I run and then I fall to swim in purest warm spring water.
- “Yes. You just need to swim a little farther. Change your stroke and push a little harder.
- But please be carefully with in this flower as to not harm another part of my bower. “
- Anointed by the flame. Baptized in the holy spring water.
- On an island of petals she is wearing a majestic golden crown.
- The island gave way to her wearing a Celestial bridal gown.
- Floating In the magical cave we came together.
- Billions of stars burst in a heavenly light.
- In her splendiferous dance she smiles in delight
- The gems stop falling in the hourglass as the earthly bodies melt into a sea of glass.
- The earth rumble. The mountains tumble.
- The golden spring erupts from the over flowing.
- The winds carries the songs of the morning.
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- No one but me knows of how to find my mythical cave
- They always say it’s in the east under the mountains tops in the forbidden forest.
- But I found in the garden of the gods a the sacred rainbow that blankets my precious
- At the golden bulb embrace, is a world of unless grace that leaves me breathless.
- My Rose, My rose, though the universe may fall.
- You will always be the fairest of them all.
- Forever, since the touch of the painted sanguine blossom from spring,
- Eternally still, the white, the pure, my heart, my queen.
- At the chance I get I run away from the village folk to find my Dreams Cave of Wonders.
I go at the Whispers at dawn, the calling after the rage storms, the morning mist
- Forever the earth morons, eternally the stars shine, always home in the garden of the gods.
- my wondrous mountain cave.
(*deleted something here. I did not like it 8/1/2017)
- Though the stars may fall and the mountain crumble
- The rivers will run dry and wind stops whispering
(still hear our lullaby).
- The sun will set and arise on a distance shore
- The season is grey and the night is coming
- I have always love you and still forever more.
Copyright © G. Jay | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Walter T. Ashe | Details
The Table
"The Difference Between Heaven and Hell!"
A man found himself standing before the Pearly Gates of Heaven. He stepped out of line and walked over to the gates to get a closer look into Heaven! What he saw astounded him! He saw the most beautiful blue sky the human eyes had ever seen! The trees and the grass were the lushest green that green could ever be. All the birds were singing their best and the lions were strolling peacefully with the lambs. He could neither believe what his eyes were seeing nor what his ears were hearing!
Off in the distance though he could see what appeared to be a long table stretching as far west as the eyes could see and the same as far east. It looked as though there were people sitting on both sides of this table.
The gatekeeper announced that it was his turn to enter. He walked up to the Gatekeeper and asked "Gatekeeper, I am really thankful to be here at the Gates of Heaven but if it is at all possible, may I see what it would have been like to have gone to Hell?" The gatekeeper smiled and said "Sure, see you soon!"
A mist came up and he could see nothing! When the mist cleared, he found himself standing in front of the exact same Pearly Gates. He pushed the gate open a bit and walked in. The sky was the exact same beautiful blue and the trees and grass of nature were their same lush filled green. The melody of the singing birds and the frolicking of the lions and the lambs were exactly the same as in Heaven!
Once again off in the distance he could see this table that went as far to the left and out of sight as to the right and out of sight.
As he walked closer to get a better look he could see that on this table was any and everything you would ever want to enjoy at a feast!
"EVERYTHING!!! - EVERYTHING!!! - EVERYTHING!!! - EV...ER...Y...THING!!!"
He could see that there were people sitting on both sides of this table and they all had their hands full of food to eat! They were holding the food right in their hands! But as he got closer he could hear loud uncontrollable sobbing, screaming and the most un-describable wails of despair the human ears had ever heard!
When he came into full view he was really taken aback because every single person had on a coat of wood that kept their arms extended away in front of themselves. Amidst all this beauty, wonderful serenity and a feast truly for the gods, the people's wooden coats allowed them to grasp all that they wanted but no one...NO ONE was able to feed him or herself in any way! The means to satisfy the hunger was in abundance but the hunger would NEVER, NEVER, EVER be sated!
The cries and wails of despair became more than he could bear and he walked back out, shut the gate and said to the Gatekeeper "I've seen and heard enough, I'm ready to return!" The Gatekeeper smiled and said "See you soon!" and the mist reappeared!
When the mist cleared away, here he was standing in front of the same Pearly Gates as he had started his journey from. As he opened the gates and walked in the sound of the birds was as melodic as ever! The beautiful blue sky matched by the emerald green beauty of nature was the perfect environment for the lambs and lions to lovingly frolic.
Again in the distance he could see this table laden with every type of food for a feast. But as he got closer he could hear the sound of deep, throaty laughter, squeals of delight, voices in harmony singing with JOY and ALL of these people---every single one of them was wearing a "WOODEN COAT" that kept their arms extended away in front of their bodies. He could see that they all had something in both hands and yet everyone.....EVERYONE was as happy and joyous as they had been told Heaven would be!!!
There was an empty seat at the table and it was his. As he walked over to sit down, another person walked up to this "feast table" on the other side and sat down at the same time. At ONCE the wooden coats enveloped them and had their arms extended out in front of them just like the others.
It was then that he observed the gesture that defined the difference between Heaven and Hell!
Whereas in "Hell" the unhappiness and always present despair was the result of having everything one could ever want, in the grasp of one's hands, and still never...NEVER be able to feed oneself!
Whereas in "Heaven", the ecstatic JOY, the uncontrollable laughter and the abundant love was from people under the exact same "restrictive wooden coats" who had learned how to lean across the table and.............
"feed each other!!!"
(WTA-IV)
Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016
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Long poem by
randall graves | Details
Moments to Reflect
Life found in a Dream
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try. No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. There are many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasures that are a wonders to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you will find rest and for all eternity you will be My guest. Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago and I prepared The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all to read a long time ago. I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it’s just not your time.
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please come and live inside of me until the end. I now sow the seeds and when the harvest comes the Lord will know if they landed on fertile ground. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late!
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013
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Long poem by
Ravindra K Kapoor | Details
TARANA - CAROL SINGING- OR PLEASURE SINGING
Tarana- Ta Na Na Dhoom - My New Hindi Song with English Text lines
Form- Lyrics
TARANA – A BRIEF INTRODUCTION
Tarana singing is the outcome of those wonderful feelings of heart,
which burst from the lips of the singer unknowingly. Tarana comes
on the lips when the heart is in the swinging mood and the feelings
of joy and pleasure began to come out in the form of meaningless
and sometimes meaningful words almost in a similar manner
in all the languages of the world.
Tarana is an Indian musical form in classical music. It has been the
most popular form sung all over India. The form often with meaningless
words has attracted not only the vocalists, but the dancers of kathak*
and bharatnatyam* of both north and south India respectively. The
monophonic syllables sung in fast tempo has made it enjoyable from
a learned to a lay man.
I have placed in my Tarana Song Video (on You Tube), some of my
Photos with Hindi Song lines in Roman English as well as its English
Text lines to show the mood of the Song, which resembles the
Photos shown in the Video. I am hopeful that this new experimental
song even without music would give a new horizon to use this form of
singing for our English Music lovers.
Critical impressions from my music lover Poetry Soup friends about the
Tarana form of singing and Video is requested and it would be highly
appreciated. With best wishes
URL OF TARANA SONG ON MY YOU TUBE CHANNEL
In order to really know and appreciate this form of Singing please use
the URL placed below of my Music channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IrGvXAlC3w
Ravindra K Kapoor
*A classical form of India
TARANA SONG
Ta Na Na Dhoom 01 Tarana
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 02 Tarana
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 03 Tarana
Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na
Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na 04 Tarana
Uproar is all over the world 05 English
Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jag Mein 05 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 06 English
Dhoond Raha Jise, Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 06 Hindi
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom Dhoom 07 Tarana
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 08 Tarana
See what a Magic it is 09 English
Dhekho To Ye Hai Kaisa Karisma 09 Hindi
Your Melody 10 English
Dhun Teri 10 Hindi
Is standing just before you 11 English
Tere Samne Hi Khadi Hai 11 Hindi
Uproar is all over the world 12 English
Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jg Main 12 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 13 English
Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 13 Hindi
The Melody which you could not find
Even in Ages 14 English
Yug Beete Jise Dhoond Na Paya 14 Hindi
Is standing before you
To woo you 15 English
Aaj Wahi Tujhe, Waran Khadi Hai 15 Hindi
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 16 Tarana
Ta Na Na Dhoom 17 Tarana
Uproar is all over the world 18 English
Dhoom Machi Hai
Sagre Jg Main 18 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 19 English
Dhoond Raha Jise
Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 19 Hindi
See what a 20 English
Dhekho To Kaisi 20 Hindi
New Dawn is spreading its wings 21 English
Subah Jagi Hai 21 Hindi
Smile is blooming on every lips 22 English
Adharon Pe Muskaan Khilee Hai 22 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 23 English
Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 23 Hindi
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 24 Tarana
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th June 2014
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2014
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Long poem by
randall graves | Details
Life found in a Dream
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try. No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest. Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time.
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late!
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2012
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Long poem by
randall graves | Details
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try. No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest. Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time.
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late!
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2012
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