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Both Jing and Ling
Perfect match of nature
Are walking in Wuhan City,China
Have hand in hand
Before the king of death
The Corona Virus attacks on the city.
Unaware of dangers
From unseen little warrior
Smiling faces smile in spring of life.
But misfortune play game
And Ling caught by a dangerous flu
When they planned to manage life.
Multi , mass and print media
Were making hue and cry
The researchers and inventors
Raised their hands that the Virus
Can't be killed or defeat by
Present Vaccine and medicines .
Jing wants to hold Ling's hand
But scared girl say,
'don't touch me, friend '.
Do you know ? My dear
Virus spreads in touch
So keep four feet away, dear.
Ling wants isolation (quarantine)
Jing want close relation
Both are made for each other .
But a new enemies the covid 19
Originate fear ,conflict and debate
Where lovers exchange arguments.
Women are always right
So Ling won the Nobel fight
She was going to isolate
From her lovely soulmate
Desperate Jing prayed Flora
To bless and save life of lover.
She comes to bless
Have necter in golden honeycombs
Which is full of honey
To save Jing's honey
She want return promise from you
Nature, creature will live in harmony.
If you want to be winners
Against the king of death Covid 19.
Say Namste without sake hands
Keep distance and wash hands.
Luke warm water, turmeric milk
Practice Yoga to keep yourself at less risk.
Be aware ,Do aware
Stay home the few days
Be safe yourself and world from the ways.
All Mighty will help his sons and daughters
Keep patience and faith
The God is mighty then the demon virus.
There are no individuals to match the mention.
Only God, in any case, can be depended upon.
Just God, the Ruler of the universe, is aware.
God stepped in once he saw man despair.
When God doesn't react, we break and reject.
We expect significance from God's select.
Our fury and disappointment drove us astray.
God, on the other side, is the most efficient way.
This planet, similar to us, is in the place of voidness.
Who doesn't have faith in preeminent goodness?
Faith-filled individuals have found fear and showed.
They've defeated their misfortune and prevailed.
Effortlessness will reach just the fix known.
In caring adoration, only the truth is spoken.
Written: November 25, 2021
I know one
Who is most poised
And enameled with the
Likes of patience so rare.
For the longest time,
Pain has been her companion.
But she stands calm and still,
Refusing to allow pain to define her.
Through the blinding fog of mishaps;
Through the dark clouds of misfortune;
Through the many storms of adversities;
I see no shouts of 'Why me?", but a smile.
I am arrested and captured
By her enduring spirit
And deeply inspired
By her seasoned faith.
Like lions lay lurking for their prey,
Back injuries and vehicular accidents
Have tried to put her away. But come
What may, the faithful Christian lady stands.
Tonight my sweetheart shook his head
As fortune cookie note was read
A baffled look; his countenance
"How do I take this? Makes no sense!"
He read it out to understand, that little
slip held in his hand...
"You're as intelligent as you're good looking..."
He paused a second, I could tell that
phrase was really cooking
Then glibly, in his satire, he gave that
slip a flip
He rephrased the cookie's fortune,
A misfortune quip...
"That could mean I'm ugly,
As Ugly as I'm dumb!"
He threw the cookie in the trash
And swept away the crumbs
I found the slip of paper
That message was quite grand
I'm thinking he's the smartest guy
In all the blessed Land!
And so the little fortune
Has grasped me in an awe
To me, he is the handsomest
Dear man, I ever saw!
Left in my own thoughts
Tarnished forever through nightmares
Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots
You left me…I have no choice, but to cry…
I’m breaking by the seams
I drink in the sorrow…
I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further
I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow
I’m left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer
I recall my past decisions…I’m swallowed up by the echoes of fear
I’m not your valuable merchandise!
Don’t seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near
Don’t count on me – I’m not wise!
I’m swallowed up by the churning sea…
Leading me to my own demise
I drink in the sorrow…
I puke up resentment…I’m upset and cannot go on with life
I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me…
No one catches me before I wallow…
Pick me up from the murky waters
Lift me up from the gutters
Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers
Dress me up and hand me some covers
I’m trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts
I can’t see a happy ending in this scene –
Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers…
Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen
Tarnished forever through nightmares
My foul ideas don’t have a structure – they’re just…
Tangled up knots
He's a seasoned outdoorsman; a lover
and explorer of nature who frequently
goes camping, on occasion, hunting; even fly-fishing.
He's equally at home in the wild as he is in civilization.
He's usually accompanied by his wife, or dog.
Hiking alone in the woods one fateful day,
he never anticipated the misfortune
that befell him. He built a makeshift shelter
deep into the vast wilderness
with palm fronds chopped off of a coconut tree.
Reposing nigh twilight, a rattlesnake crawled
into his shelter and bit him on the right foot.
Suddenly, it becomes a race against time
to get to a hospital, a race he's bound to lose.
The nearest hospital is fifteen miles away, by car.
The poison injected into him is spreading
from his foot up; akin to a metastasizing cancer.
He's confronted with two choices,
do the unthinkable or watch his life slowly
and painfully slip away before his eyes.
Paralyzed with fear and unable to rush himself to
the hospital as quick movements would accelerate
the spread of poison, he chose the unthinkable.
He tied a tourniquet below his right knee and began
chopping off his leg with a machete to save his life.
Will To Survive Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 10/14/2020
Hoof beats has shattered our silence
bringing forth unspeakable violence
death riding the very air
coming soon if not already there
guns and bombs in foreign lands
sold from our side to wicked hands
soon they'll return to our own land
with wicked returns, guns in our hands
when will they teach of Ghandi
or Martin Luther King
have they made a vow
never to turn the other cheek
if they can not learn from India
or even hear the words of God
their fortune is misfortune
and oh so terrible a fate
why can't there be peace there
must they threaten violence everywhere
why do those who speak peace even dare
speak peace to those who do not care
the vengeful, the robbed
those who dare to question God
blinded by hatred so thick
it clouds the mind
with happy thoughts of vengeance
hatred fueled by love
the most powerful thing on earth
death is arriving in the very air
hoof beats of horseman silent snare
Form:
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by, and
That has made all the difference".
The Road Not Taken. Robert Frost
We deem it normal for babies to cry when they arrive.
Perhaps it's the best indication that they are alive.
But in their minds, it seems they are issuing a protest.
Notwithstanding, it takes only a little bit of loving caress,
and, just like that, newborns succumb to affection and tenderness.
It's as if a baby accepts it by saying, "Now that I am here"....
What if we were just as adjusting when life presents us with the
unexpected? "Now that we are here" would be a calming and mature
manner of course. We will never know the difference our lives would have been or would have made had it gone just as we had planned or how we
had prepared for it to be.
Before now, I had not given much thought to what might be happening at
birth in the minds of the baby, but I believe that there is a God-designed element within us at birth that gives us an untrained instinct or hidden
desire to make adjustments when so required.
Sometimes, when we are drawn into places that are unplanned and unsuitable, or by our own intention, we have every right and a need to
protest and seek an exit. But then, there are times that we of necessity
must bow to the situation and say, "Now that we are here", let's make the best of the circumstance. Let's reevaluate and recalculate. Let's reconsider and recheck the GPS that God has given us.
"Now that we are here", who knows but what God has brought us or allowed us to enter this place, this season, this misfortune, for such a time as this?
Like newborn babies, let us indeed protest this strange turn of events. We
absolutely have been given a will, a uniqueness, and a mind of our very own.
By the same token, we must occasionally turn aside and say, "Now that we are here", what now? Now that we are here, a place we never intended to be or to go, what shall we now do? Does this way lead to my destiny? What new ideas and inspiration await us? I know whereof I speak, and I must say, mine has been quite a ride.
031923PSCtest, Now that we are here. Unseeking Seeker
Before the whirlwind steam blurred into scoping.
Before scarcely the morning smooth gathering.
We were nervous until trustworthiness was revealed.
Amidst the adjunct's misfortune by blaze wield.
They were heedless to our flaws due to their sway.
As we overruled, inquiries impeded our headway.
I stumble over my own words and test the unattainable.
As poise trills its harsh orchestra, thoughts assemble.
The dissimilar sounds in my mind lead to stridency.
If you reckon you betray a lost soul, ply reason and equity.
As yet, my self-image fails to ensure the ideal outcome.
Stilled flows of awareness hunt for virtue placed some.
We are denied scopes that divulge a sheer rowdiness.
Promptly, when sympathy had yielded to wickedness!
And tastefulness was drawn alike a native tidal lagoon.
Sewn into the night's feeling by the beams of the moon
Since there were no stars, the sun rose at daybreak.
By relaying us, one current view of the world is kept awake.
Concerns aspire to hindrance in my road to harmony.
They fulfill their own drab ease same as a sore sensory.
Propel me down crooked streets to state my center.
I drop affection, and mindfulness covets a novice juggler.
A feeble aerobatic master beneath the kermis hogan.
An inbred urge for free fall spoils our views become on.
Outright deafness and spectacular quietness.
Patently complete, and communicate weakness.
We were herded because of our abstract language.
We strolled around valleys of the broken scrimmage.
Hued localities to us that display customary right.
We were observing the hue, and the slope didn't light.
Paradoxes and dipole oddity shuffle the process.
Stains and optic tricks are proved by farsightedness.
The moon hunts light-based bliss, yet tracts escape way.
Moral plights rally above my eyes, atman, and soul ray.
For a barred period, I'm sprung that shrouds are no withal.
The way to an Irreconcilable codicil is straightforward tall.
First place contest winner
Written:February 14, 2022
This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Along time ago i felt lost.
My life was like walking into fog.
Misfortune.
I felt as tho god hated me,
to have my childhood taken from me.
Like a teen trapped in a nightmare.
Those nightmares you never wish on anyone,
but yet you felt as tho you had to walk through it alone.
Its our secret my sweet little one,
tho i knew at that age it was wrong but to hard to speck up.
I think thats where i knew god didnt care for me,
falling into deep depression as a teen.
Is a big warning sign,
it was telling people something was very wrong.
But i was labled a problem child.
Bursts of angry and tears, many temps of suicide.
Night terrors creeped into my room at night,
Beauitful dreams became dark,
with sudden flashes of my teen life.
Its been 15 years since that day.
I grew stronger more wiser.
I now know god loves me,
hes giving me the strength to pick myself of the ground. Where i once laid. But the demon still lives deep inside me,
its the thing that stops me from happiness.
From smiling, it just keeps me crying.
But god sent me an angel to help, he smiles and brightens my darkest days.
He hugs me and washs away my pain, he laughs and i see myself laughing along with him. He is the sun in my home, the most natural thing that can beat a bad life is a childs love.
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