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Premium Member Whole In the Ground

He wrapped his remains into his souls’ coffin at the cemetery

An oracle told him to be aware of gravediggers at the boneyard

Under cover of a midnight moon he sought solace and closure

Removed the wooden cross of too many forks from his greatcoat

Stared half naked and shivered into shadows of marble shrines

Recalled the good omen bestowed by the witch dressed in praise

	
                Turned out to be a good day after all


He reminisced at promises of fortune and privileged birth sign

Money power and acclaim had never been far from his cradle

As one of society’s beacons he had feathered fortuitous gifts

Enhanced his standing in false virtue and belligerent strides

Never shied away from proffering prosperity in greedy pursuit

And yet approached necropolis and the grim reaper’s calling


          Bad premises and yet change for conclusion


As he slowly pondered on benevolence and benediction he tripped

Near a wide open vault and tumbled into the tomb of reckoning

Ripped a scrumptious veil of superior misconceptions into tatters

Bled repentance and remorse onto the bottomless pit of lost hope

He was mortal after all and not oblivious to what riddled his mind

Vowed to be given one ultimate chance before he would demise

       
          A special day just in time for healing


23 February 2020


Premium Member The Outstretched Palm of Gabriel

regrets rise and fall 
chafing at the frayed nerve endings of a finite life,
unfolding like origami cranes around the neck of kamikaze pilots
chewing at the bones of our discontent,
leaving holes in the fabric being.

regrets, like and of, unborn children 
never growing to fruition, never falling 
bud to blossom they decay, never reaching the Guf
pointless misconceptions of a wary heart
first born in joy left to rot in sorrow.

regrets rise and fall
yet we chose to retain them in the after-image
of retinal flares, ocular migraines inwardly staring
toward Gabriel’s outstretched palm
embryos unblessed.

never regret
ever regret
never

Premium Member Dreams

Slipping away.
Drifting into a state of unconsciousness
Where the id, the ego and the superego merge in their own perverted world:

Free of inhibition;
    Free of intentional thought;
        Free of other senses interfering with the unfettered mind.

No physical barriers;
    No interjections from other’s prejudices –
        Just our own pre-conceived biases and misconceptions.

Rapid eye movements indicating an active mind;
While the body rests, the imagination lives on.

Colors?  Perhaps.
Based on experiences and reality?  Possibly.  Probably not.

Free to dream in any form – no rules apply.

Mostly forgotten when consciousness returns;
Much to our dismay.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Dare

Should I just relent and do it
Spin my verses on the pages
Like I ultimately know it?
A sage of truth and ages
Will my words align to show it?

Should I muse with introspection 
On the mad kaleidoscope
And the altered misconceptions
Of the oft-repeated tropes
Which apply to our condition?

Do I dare to be a mouthpiece?
Make a statement universal? 
Plant with care the soldiering seeds
In marching rows and intervals
To range and bloom in open fields,

Or blaze intrepid, fiery thoughts
With fundamental words of proof
That speak of beauty never lost
In elemental shades of truth
Which serve to lift the lonely heart

What will it take to do it
Capture such a mighty thing
Seize the substance of the spirit
Make the bell of it to ring
And align my verses to it?

Should I boldly go and do it
Muster out my inner thoughts?
Is it time for me to show up
Cast my likes in with the lot
And declare myself a poet?
Form: Rhyme

Voltaire Translations 2 by Michael R Burch

These are translations of Voltaire, one of the world's most prolific, best and most influential writers. Voltaire, born François-Marie Arouet (1694-1778), was an amazingly prolific writer who produced works in nearly every literary genre, including poems, plays, novels and novellas, satires, parodies, essays, histories, Bible criticism, and even early science fiction!

TRANSLATIONS OF VOLTAIRE EPIGRAMS AND QUOTES

Once fanaticism has gangrened brains
the incurable malady invariably remains.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Love is a canvas created by nature
and completed by imagination.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

If God did not create us, it was necessary for us to create him.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My only prayer to God was, “Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.” And he granted it.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

God is a jester performing for an audience too frightened to laugh.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Doubt is an undesirable condition, but preferable to ludicrous certainty.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Faith is believing what reason cannot countenance.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

?Life is a shipwreck, yet we must sing in the lifeboats.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Every man is a product of his age and few are able to rise above its misconceptions.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Judge a man by his doubts rather than his certainties.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The secret of being a bore is to reveal everything.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Common sense is uncommon.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Once fanaticism has gangrened brains the malady is usually incurable.
—Voltaire, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

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Premium Member On Wings- POTD

 For a time,
I want to shed my earthly existence 
Like the sloughed skin of a snake
To rise high and still higher like a bird
To sail beyond sunset, to fly far, far away
To soar into the seamless skies 
To levitate in ether, to feel weightless
To float amid twinkling stars
To collide against constellations
To tour round on a magic carpet
And dive into the oceanic depths of space

There I would build a palace
Amid the clouds to dream in peace
With none to trouble or torment

No laws of gravity should pull me down
Let me rest awhile in that magic kingdom
Not for ever, but for a little while
To look down from that cosmic arena
And pity upon the poor earthlings
Who never realize how insignificant they are
Stuck in a blue luminous speck
Amid the vast enveloping cosmic dark
And keep sucking their habitation dry!

With all ignorance and misconceptions shed
With pearls of new knowledge garnered 
With petty strife set aside, in greater humility
Finally to descend down as a better being!

May.31.2022

Poem Of the Day- June .1.2022

~Third Place Winner~

Resubmittecd for Marathon Mile.17. Poetry Contest
Sonsor- Mark Toney

Flight Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke

Premium Member Reach Out To Them the New Leaders of the World Those Children of the World-

REACH OUT TO THEM THE NEW LEADERS OF THE WORLD THOSE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD-

All gathered round my door;
Where did they come from?
Just who are they looking for?
They know, they hold the future;
The future, the key, to a new generation;
Come on, mankind see lings when watered properly
They soon will grow, grow up to touch the sky, some say…
Reach out
Reach out to them;
The new leaders of the world;
Where have they gone?
All are forefathers, (where are they now, they’re gone)
They died with the northeast wind
And they didn’t even see it coming;
They knew the future they were the key;
For the new life we bring on to them a new history;
His, their story of love mankind misconceptions
It’s time to think about God’s children His blessings;
Reach out to them;
The children of the future;
Reach out to them, the new leaders of the world;
Reach out to them the children are our future
In which we should up hold
Reach out to them, heaven help them
Lean them a helping hand
Reach out to them
Spread the word
Reach out to them the new leaders of the world
Who are the little children?
All gathered round my door;
Where did they come from?
Just who are they looking for;
They know, they hold the future;
The future, the key, to a new generation;
Come on, mankind see lings when watered properly
They soon will grow, grow up to touch the sky, some say…
Reach out
Reach out to them;
The new leaders of the world;
Where have they gone?
Reach out to them the new leaders of the world;
Those children of the world ;


8/11/89
Written words by James Edward Lee 1989©

Premium Member Multi-Di-Minstrel Message, Reprised

Salutations!

Are we all just a footnote in God’s mental thoughts? 
He’s gotta BIG BANG Universe to run, does He not? 
He’s the most masterful, magical, mystical, mathematical Magician. 
He’s the “I” in Inventiveness and the thinking in thoughtfulness. 
He can be everywhere, all at once.  Anywhere, He wants.  Anytime. 
He can be anyone, anything, everyone, everything, He wants to be. 
PURE   THOT   POWER!!!        Hour   after    hour ... endlessly ... 
For what it’s worth, 
There’s no need for discrepancies or any misconceptions. 
He doesn’t do fake news or have any precognitive predecessors. 
Yet now has come to realize as I’m singing out these words, 
How absurd, little bird, He chuckles in surprise 
Then bursts out laughing with delight, in delight. 

So wise, He sighs.  Oh my, time flies ... 
The Dreamer never dies. 

Are we all just a Word in God’s Big BOOK? 
Maybe we’d find out if we gave it a look? 
Ingenuity is His middle name, envisioning e v e r y thing 
We are all the stuff, He dreams up 
There’s no need for questionaries. 
We are all the fluff between His guff. 
There’s no need for any inquiries.  

Soooooo, I’m going to ... 

Enjoy the day’s fullest when the Sunshines shining bright 
Enjoy it at its highest when I’m down and out 
Enjoy my every moment from here on out 
Overcome the urge to be absurd and shout 
From the top of roofs and mountaintops 
And now, and now, I enjoy the NOW 
With Full Moonbeams on me right here and how. 
Hear me, here on me, adhere on me tonight! 

So wise, I sigh.  Oh my, time flies ... 
The Dreamer never dies.

Premium Member Celebrating the Adventure of Advent

Celebrating the Adventure of Advent 

Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive 
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of

Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements

Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility

Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication

Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script

Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits 
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness

Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts

Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity

Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe 


Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
Form: Elegy

My India

Let me set something straight -
Right here, right now!
Let me put India in the right perspective,
Let me banish some myths,
Some gross misconceptions,
And take you beyond elephants,
Sacred cows, snake charmers and yoga,
Beyond Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Taj Mahal,
To a civilization rooted for
over 5,000 years in the past
To a land rich - majestically rich -
In many cultures, customs and traditions,
In a bewildering variety of races,
Religions, languages and folk arts,
In a vibrant tradition of dance and music,
In religious festivals and traditional events,
In saints, sadhus, gurus and sages,
In gods, goddesses, munis and mahatmas,
In temples, palaces, shrines and monasteries;

I'll baby-steps you through a land
Of Vedas and Upanishads,
Of epic stories and incredible mythologies,
Of Ramayana, Mahabharata and Bhagavad Gita,
Through one of world's great spiritual sanctuaries,
Where religion is a way of life;

An overwhelming, complex land -
Its charm, its vitality and yes, its confusion,
Atonce alarming and enticing.
And that's the way India is:
Elusive, confusing, contradictory,
mysterious and exasperating!
Beyond easy description or analysis,
A phenomenal diversity of dress
and manners making one aware
of a different world -
A veritable fairyland!

No other country offers quite such
A spectacle of teeming masses that
continue to enrich the heritage of mankind,
Nowhere do the past and present
coexist in more colorful promiscuity -
An incomparable country,
Easy to love, hard to forget!

"There's only one India!" raved Mark Twain,
"A wonderland of fabulous wealth
and fabulous poverty, of splendor and rags ..."
"The cradle of the human race,
The birthplace of human speech,
The mother of history,
The grandmother of legend and
The great grandmother of tradition."

This, indeed, is my country
Where I was born - 
An Indian at heart,
An American in spirit!
Namaste!
Khuda Hafiz, Jai Ramji Ki,
OM Radhe Shyam, Sat Sri Akal,
Jai Hind!!


~Love letters to the sub continent 
  contest by cyndi MacMillan

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