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He enjoyed his life in every way.
She was actualized, but not loved.
They both thought they were complete.
They had their hobbies, their languages, their religions.
They both thought they were set, happy with their singleness
until they discovered each other.
What she lacked, he had mastered.
Her sense of humor and love of people reeled him in.
Their romance was fast and passionate.
They were complete alone, but their togetherness
was a combustible fire that could not be quenched.
The union of these two resulted in a lifelong commitment
not misunderstood by any who knew and loved them,
for we all saw that she was more herself when she was with him,
And he was even more magnificent that we thought he could ever be
When he was with her.
Separately they were both a wow, but together, they were
the entire play, and a ridiculous number of curtain calls.
It's a mystery to me. The meaning and identifying particles of DNA that ancestors passed along to me. It's been said we have many colors on our paint bed, but still I can't fit in with any that lack or have melanin. It's this weird idea I don't belong because I can't speak the spoken languages of any of my native tongue. I have never taken in views of traveled lands, that share any of my history's past blood relation. I don't piece well with many or any groups. I don't walk side by side with any race, no flag feels I am worthy to hold its place. No, my appearance didn't make the cut, why? It appears my roots weren't deep enough. No, my skin was never toned always in a category of pigmentation on my own. No classification to confirm is mine. I'm always cast aside, because I wasn't anyone's idea of a specific race representing its people's pride. I'm just a Mix. I can't figure out which bubble to pick, those questionnaires always got me sick, like who do you feel you most identify with? The truth is, No one. I have never. The fact is it's all rigged. Honestly, we can do better. Having a community that backs you, should not be based on color, ethnicity, kinky or straight edges attached to you. It's lonely on this color or should I say colorless grid. Sometimes I want to be one full bubble, but I am not, I am a mixed kid who can't seem to find a community built on open-mindedness. If only we were colorblind, and judgment free, the more the lonely and hopeless would have a sense of unity.
O, wanderers of the star-studded space,
you construct the cosmic design of the universe,
define the astronomic architecture of the zodiac,
invite us to the firmament of fantasy on space odyssey.
Turn your celestial sensors toward our galaxy,
where an archaic story is still evolving.
O, faraway listeners floating in the dark vacuity
this is a message for you from the tiny sapphire speck.
In the heliocentric planetary system
the sun, our star, still blazing in primeval pride,
made for us the blue planet, the unique earth
as a tiny fleck in the limitless space,
made of ancient rocks and filled with young oceans,
where life appeared and evolved in diverse forms,
not yet thwarted nor reached their terminal time,
man emerged as the intelligent species of selection.
Here mountains rise like ancient sages, serene and still,
sparkling rivers meander like the rhythm of lyrics,
seeking the tranquil vastness of the azure sea,
washing with pearl-crested waves the golden shores,
embroidered by emerald thicket swayed by singing breeze.
We do not come to you as masters of the cosmos,
but as a people learning how to explore the unknown,
send this signal encrypted in hope through the void
as our greetings across the space where the stars sway,
to tell we write stories that outlive our footprints,
express love and empathy in a thousand languages.
We are the world that has learned to dream.
BABEL
It was a tower, built to avoid a second flood
Erected in Babylonia, that Nimrod planned
Using bricks made from sun-hardened mud
It was to deny the power of God’s own hand
But to a proud people it made so much sense
A famous tall building that appeared so grand
But the presumption caused God great offence
So made many languages that few understood
Such that no communication made them tense
A punishment inflicted on all as only God could
So peoples now couldn’t understand each other
As their reach for heaven was not seen as good
Dispersed nations and a new obedient priesthood
As in time, all may even repent, as they should
Give respect, take respect is a saying, Boys, you forget to follow it now-a- days , Are you giving respect to your elders or teachers? , You must respect the opinion of the others too .
Students ridicule the teachers at school, Is it good for them or good attitude? , Teacher is next to parents, before god ,
Respect the educator and progress in life.
Behave gently on buses and in public places , Share your seats with the aged people ,at least ,
You will win the hearts of the beneficiaries , Respect yourself and others will respect you.
Giving respect is one of your personal traits, Respect other people's feelings, languages and religions, Everyone is respected as an individual , Respect is earned only not merely given .
Boys, never respect people merely for their riches,. You speak and share to everyone in the same way,. And treat everyone equally and individually. Respect is one of the life's greatest treasures.
I'm sipping my sparkling fine wine,
And taking my succulent sipping slow;
Watching the beautiful bird, bees, and
Ants always busily beaming on the go.
Twinkling stars winking down at me,
This taste has me toasting—floating;
Gliding with grand space and time,
My horn I am still blowing—tooting.
Tonight a charming magic carpet ride,
O with rising sun I’m a happy fellow;
Darkness diminishing to calm day light,
On fluffy pillow head shall be mellow.
I'm sipping my sparkling fine wine,
And taking my succulent sipping slow!
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© Joseph, 9/21/08
© All Rights Reserved
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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Dress up your ego, in a bright Hawaiian shirt,
Or juggle knives to prove you are quite the flirt.
Such silly peacock tricks may win some passing stares.
But, fireworks fade when really, truly, no one cares.
Speak five languages, fly planes, and juggle ten balls.
None of it means much beyond the odd, curtain calls.
The loudest résumé may clang and ring your meme,
Yet polished brass, is rarely gold, despite its gleam.
Ask one good question; let the silence breathe.
Then, see what answers an inquiry can retrieve.
Curiosity turns every newfound stranger into a door.
Each knock brings answers—and questions, what's more?
Don’t prance about, rehearsing your best clever line.
Pick up their threads, and gently cross-stitch their twine.
A listening ear can probe deep, near, and far,
Without ever needing any reminding—who’s the star.
At parties, search for what makes people really tick.
Not jobs, postcodes, titles, badges, or such shtick.
Find where their hidden clockwork starts to turn.
Then wind it up—watch their entire contraption churn.
So this small poem won’t beg to sparkle bright,
Or dance on tables, screaming: “What a sight!”
It doesn’t need to be interesting, through and through—
It only wants to be, interested in you!
Standing proud on the Hudson River
Built for the world to see
Essence golden
Encouraging immigrants to visit America and stay
Beacon of Hope
Setting the standards of desire
Transformation into survival reality
Lady Liberty entry
Embarking full force on Freedom
Wisdom understanding
Journeying ships far and wide
Everlasting commitment
Tomorrow and arriving today permanent
Around the globe a set sail
Dreams mounted without fail
Multitudes of heritage
Languages spoken from every native tongue
New York City renaissance of transcend
Lady Liberty assurance
Constitution policy like insurance
Total guarantee
Lady Liberty concept with an agenda being a promise.
Nothing warms the cockles of the heart like a cheery, "Hello!"
'Twill put a spring in your step and set your face aglow!
'Tis nice to hear a southern lass say, "Hi, shuga, how y'all!"
Or be greeted with a lusty, "Howdy" by a Texan's drawl!
A sunny greeting is welcome no matter what the language.
It brightens your neighbor's day and kinship it will assuage.
In Japan from the south in Okinawa to the north in Misawa,
Folks bow low and say to one another, "Konnichiwa!"
In France, noted for its exquisite cuisine and chic haute couture,
Gentlemen doff their chapeaux and wish a cordial, "Bon jour!"
Jewish brethern acknowledge others with a calming, "Shalom!"
While Muslim folks will greet you with the traditional, "Salaam!"
The Aussies have a delightful way their greeting to convey.
They lighten everyone's day by simply saying to you, "G'day!"
Spanish folks say, "Bueno dias!" to folks they happen to greet.
Germans hail others with, "Guten Tag!" strolling along the street!
Alas, the babble of languages may not be quite understood,
But just one small gesture might help to foster brotherhood!
If we'd take time to greet each other and flash a friendly smile,
'Twould surely make someone's day and life seem more worthwhile!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
From Garden of Eden through Thebes
A dream was built of an Adam and an Eve
Of it the bone of an Adam, comes that of an Eve
A helper, the name giveth to her by the most High.
And to forget not to share with the same tongue,
The fruit of life, full of grief and glee.
There begin from the beginning, the rituals called kiss.
Whither thy kiss for me to build my dream?
A dream envisioned on a solid rock of Gibraltar
That which cannot become grime in the wind.
Kiss causing tongues to speak off known languages
An arrow that ruffles and travels through the taste bud
I am a dreamer in search of a kiss to heal my maw sour
Just drop it . . . and off I go to build up a dream in the sky.
Conceptualized for a lady called Tobi,
In the mad quest to have a kiss to build a dream on.