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A cosmic event, singular and flamboyant,
the Big Bang blast of the prime particles,
the condensed light, created mass in an instant
that accreted by the nascent gravity
in the nebulous galaxies,
and in the flaming stars and planets
of the archaic universe, expanding.
They all contain the history of time continuum,
not yet burnt, nor consumed in the black holes.
They wrap the primordial light of the cosmos,
not yet dimmed, nor dead in the dwarf stars.
The rhythm of flowing time pulsates relentlessly
in the distinctive inner space of infinite seclusion.
The fervent frequency in sync with cosmic harmony
vibrates persistently with the intonation of vacuity,
marking the transition designed in the Gemini garden.
The cosmic architecture of the solar system
defines the astronomic blueprint of the zodiac.
In the heliocentric planetary system
the sun still blazes in its primeval pride,
holds in orbit in limitless space the set of planets,
like the Saturn, the lord of the rings.
Saturn is the jeweler of the void,
drifting in the sea of cold azure,
polishing the cosmic dust to create a diadem.
In the celestial wilderness its icy rings swirl
with frozen rock specks in thin ribbons on flight
around the sleeping quiet planet,
as it’s leftover wandering waste
that never quite became anything else,
but aligned to make the breathtaking celestial girdle.
On a cosmic odyssey, I imagine being transported there,
but find no ground to land, float in its gravity field,
holding my thoughts in the rings as their memory,
realizing all beautiful things are too distant to be reached,
too grandiose to be touched.
Inspired by Bruce Dickenson's song
Darkside of Aquarius, from the Accident of Birth Album
(Lord of the Rings video)
Here is my song-
Age of Aquarius
a future filled with love and life
sweet harmony and peace-
But, the future came with a knife
the first Hellrider bringing dread, death and
the darkside.
We were plunged into chaos as
a second rider brought us conflict
and cold thinking to constrict
with a darkness filled with terror
fascist dictators reading a script
there was no promised land in sight.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
The third rider from hell came
with a message to kill our fellow women and men.
The fourth wave of riders were the horsemen of the Apocalypse
and we watched our crumbling world.
The horsemen yelled death to holy men,
and thus came an end of all enlightenment,
and tarot card reading became a useless tool.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
Existential dread and darkness closing in
and people are fleeing cities in fear,
because of this dark side of Aquarius,
and Hellriders who are stealing our minds and souls.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
(Guitar Solo)
I let the demons chase me to the sea,
and the rolling crashing waves.
Oh, how close they follow me,
only to be washed away in the sea,
but more are coming for me !
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to ride my white horse.
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to ride my white horse.
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to fight the demons,
got to fight the demons !
I've got to fight the demons from hell,
got to fight the demons from hell.
Got to fight the demons from hell,
Change the course of Aquarius,
change to age of Aquarius.
Change the dark side of Aquarius,
change the dark side of Aquarius . . . now !
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days since ... we had Easter
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days have ... all but past
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days since ... Christ arose
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days come ... Holy Ghost
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days birth ... Christian churches
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days Bold ... Catholics as one
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days of ... canonical laws
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days of ... measuring rods
We are O FThe Pente C O S T
50 days of ... this and that
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days of ... rhetorics
[~~~some future hence~~~]
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days birth ... Protestantism
We are O F The Pente C O S T
50 days birth ... Catholicism
Literary Cannons for Renowned Quills
Like J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings
Austen's Prose to Whitman's Free Verse
Don't forget Shakespeare, and William Wordsworth,
"Who'll be the better, the student or the teacher?"
"One digs a hole now, while the other digs later!"
The Word of God was written by those who were inspired by Him.
The laws of the people were written by the people to govern o'er the people.
The names above are well-established in the field of writing, however, none of them had the bible up for bat:
Shakespeare had confidantes/collaborators
Austen had daddy-dearest, title, and awe
Tolkien was a philologist/one who loved backtracking
Witman was a transcendentalist
Wordsworth was a romanticist
[batting practice is over]
Cannonism did inspire.
It set the world on a spiritual fire.
The Holy Ghost came back down.
As fifty days have expired.
We countdown from the day of Easter,
Fifty days have now gone past,
Fifty days since the resurrection,
Fifty days with Christ at last,
Fifty days since Christ arose,
Fifty days with the Holy Ghost,
Dove of the Sun
Dove from above
Dove of God's love.
It may be hard to find me, see, because
My journey never stops - I only pause
at places you could hardly dream to quest
without imagination at its best.
I've been to Panem, where the Capitol
devises 'Games' that ruin families,
Along with Katniss, Gale and Peeta, we
fought till the end for equity and peace.
Of Hogwarts surely, most of you must know -
The sole academy that none can hate.
And now, not even portraits seem the same -
To owls and narrow alleys we relate.
They change our lives. They change what we can be.
Their tales and deeds give sight to those who see.
From finding a stone for cracking a case,
To launching a restaurant right into space
In forbidden cupboards and planets of elves
You can live as another and still be yourselves.
They spend our time, eternal, with a knack
Of one whose presence beckons from a rack.
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References to: The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Alex Rider, Narnia and The Lord Of The Rings.
Second attempt at Iambic Pentameter
That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued;
Youth lets us find it in order to keep and hand it on a generation,
As it symbolises our joy, contentment and exhilaration.
When we are lonely or selfish in our relationship with the other,
The ring on our finger inspires with platitudes which save,
From ourselves or society’s fashionable, glamorous glaze,
To treasure the person that we love, until we are for them brave.
When Bilbo embarked on the journey to retake his land,
He found a ring which he felt so personally attracted to,
And so kept it for the use, meaning and magic that did from it emanate,
‘Cos its semiology was his cosmology as its sign was life immaculate.
But when he approached his land, a dragon claimed it so,
Which made Bilbo consider his strategy and individuality,
And when he actioned the ring, strength was his reality:
He only had to think about or touch it, and so upheld it in supremacy.
Our symbol of the ring for love alludes to a greater ring,
A friendship ring to admire and like, and maybe to suggest and fight;
If someone’s land is his or hers, and is not, it means evil lurks,
So Bilbo invigorated love’s power to kill and vanquish this night.
Smaug the dragon held evil and torment in his breath,
Fiery and without request of light, gumption or relationship;
Bilbo even calls himself a bulgier of its world of hardship,
Slavery, murder and creatures of all-consuming darkness.
The physical ring only facilitates the person to aspire,
But in Bilbo’s time it was in danger of falling into the wrong hands,
So Bilbo allowed Smaug’s hell-pit to thus consume the golden circlet,
Such that all that was left was those who accept love’s commands.
That killed Smaug and the origin of sin and immorality,
‘Cos to posses the ring is not to necessarily to honour it,
So when Bilbo returned home from his adventure,
His life continued on in his nephew’s by his conjecture.
About Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit adventure.
Mother Said
My Mother said you need to read
more than Comic books.
I know I’m not the only one.
Some of everything that I read
from my childhood to adult
has been made into movies.
Like Hollywood had nothing better to do
then to follow me around,
every time I Pick up a book.
Someone made a phone call.
What is he reading?
The Avenger’s X-men and Dr. Strange.
My Mother who was an English Major,
said Bobby since you hate English in school,
you'll probably end up being a poet.
But you need to read more than Comic books.
In 1968 I was in the 5th grade
at public school No. 6
when my teacher Mr. Gamble read
the Lord of the Rings to the class.
I surprised my mother
When she caught me reading the Hobbit.
Grow up and I joined the Army,
got sent overseas on hardship tour.
Pulling guard duty, I had a lot time on my hands.
So, I read the books of Tom Clancy.
Hollywood found my reading list.
Hunt for the Red October,
Clear and Present Danger
Patriot Games.
Everything that I read from childhood
to adult has been made into movies.
But I’ve also read books on sensual massage,
And you should know,
they are X-rated movies.
The qolden snitch is lost in the air
A lost, that no one ever could bear
The seekers are out on rides of Sauron
They look furious and won't move-on
A storm is certain, the clouds are howeing
The flakes turn blizzard, the lightning roaring
Hey, where is the snitch ___ where did it go?
How come the seekers couldn't get to know?
Far from the world, up in a valley
A Potter is out on the quest already
The Chrysalis gives him the Phoenix wings
And here he goes up in the winds
Those wings have the key to break away
The curse They cause once on the bay
He has to find it before they do
She is trying hard, she knows it too
A swish in the air, a snitch being chased
He dives in, take the leads in haste
A battle erupts, the storm getting violent
But he catches the snitch and passes like lightning
In a hidden cave he open his hand
Flap his wings and cover snitch's face
Thunders striking, winds whipping, trees cracking
Something new is nearly unwrapping
A boom.. And the transformation completes
There now lays a pretty lady whom he greets
The curse is gone
It's now a never ending dawn
For she is a snitch... a charmer
For he a seeker and a keeper
First beams of sun touches their skin
As they fly high in sky and Wind plays violin
(Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fans will find so many allusions here)
(Paghunda Zahid
16th May, 2022)
Parody of Crocodile Rock/an Elton John/Bernie Taupin song
(some of the lines may seem strange, but I truly tried to imitate the exact syllable
count of the song Crocodile rock, and in some lines you have to sing the words
extra fast!)
Reading in Bed
Long ago before VCR,
The internet and DVR,
I’d hang out with family
‘cause there were only four stations on the TV.
With my records playing, I would get
A little crazy dancing; then in my bed
While my sisters played, I lay and fed my head.
I was cozy with my nose-y in a book, in my bed.
Chorus:
While in my bed reading, I sure was feeding
my small head with fantasy!
And when my Mama called out for me,
in my bed is where I would be!
Oh, how I just loved my Stephen King,
romance novels, Lord of the Rings.. ..
Yeah, that reading in bed was a cool thing!
Wow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Well, the years have flown , and now I’m all grown
but I hardly know how to work my cell phone.
All night commenting to friends on the net.
Reading their poems is all the reading I get!
I’m so busy, by midnight I’m dead.
Can’t imagine my reading in bed.
It’s a cure same as counting sheep.
‘Cause now when I try it, I just fall to sleep!
Chorus
(Repeat first stanza and Chorus one last time!)
For John Heck's "Dear John" contest
Something terrible has happened to the entire world, we've lost Christopher Lee.
He was Count Dracula and he was also Saruman in The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
He starred as Francisco Scaramanga in a James Bond film and as Lord Summerisle in The Wicker Man.
He believed that his greatest performance was as Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of modern Pakistan.
He starred in two Star Wars movies as Count Dooku.
He was a talented actor, a singer and an author too.
Sadly, this fantastic thespian has died at the age of ninety-three.
People are shedding tears as we say goodbye to Christopher Lee.
(Dedicated to Christopher Lee who died on June 7, 2015.)
When soft zephyrs are stirring arbor leaves
Words may be overheard whispered from trees.
Leaned against a trunk, my ears on alert,
This ranger heard soft words from a filbert.
A long-limbed water oak, leaning half bent,
Wryly some cross-cultural humor lent:
“An ancient Sawtooth oak nearby is king
His wide girth makes him The Lord of the Rings.”
Wanda the willow was awash in woes,
Dripping with languid leaves down to her toes,
Wondering if she would live some morrow
With strong upright arms as a saguaro.
A stately stout chestnut amidst the grove
Is the President tree where children rove.
One, draped on a limb, attention to gain
Fell; our President said, “I feel your pain!”
A gnarly bald cypress with knobby knees
Said, "When I tumble down, promise me please
My fallen large trunk you will boldly seize
And shape it a ship's bow to sail the seas."
A maudlin Mulberry preached and raved
Saying, “A fallen log cannot be saved.”
Yet Salty dogs yelled, “Shiver me timbers!”
On caravels of north wood, once limber.
An adjacent Scotch pine needled me too,
“Pine nuts are better than ice cream for you.”
Feeling that his advice was out of bounds
I arose to resume my forest rounds.