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Moina Michael was a teacher,
Who vowed to wear a poppy,
Each year so as to remember,
The fallen, alone and the dead.
She wrote a poem in reply,
To McCrae’s In Flanders Fields,
Promised thenceforth to objectify,
By the poppy, red for blood liberty.
As a lecturer she taught,
Disabled servicemen broken,
Asked of them their enterprise,
At making silk poppies as a token.
These poppies became the symbol,
Of the American Legion Auxiliary,
In 1921 when at a loose end,
In contextualising that battery.
French national Anna Guerin,
Brought these poppies to Britain,
Where the Royal British Legion,
Bought nine million for certain.
We owe these two women,
The stability of our modernity,
Because they allowed us,
To reflect on horror positively.
Read Moina Michael's poem We Shall Keep Faith at:
http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/moina-michael-we-shall-keep-faith.htm
Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.
Historical pages cling romantically to our eyes,
Each epoch defines a sparkling gem of surprise,
Their fluttered rebirth is like stars changing sizes
Release by time flown from the damp demise.
That dip their limbs to bow unto gloss modernity
Like the artist and sculpture, they paint a world.
Of aesthetic peculiarities and lofty discovery,
Longing to find a place soaring free in the soul.
A vault of citadels says much; then said no more
Deep within, ancient wonders rise from the ashes
Talented beauty weaves from centuries we adore,
The time and place asleep in a waste wilderness.
The plague of colors survives in medieval triumph,
England, a literary monument of architect literature.
Finds the noble heart to express cherished breath
Creating the etiquette claimed by French culture.
Such dept alone could not be paid by metamorphism
Humanism fading in a mist has its place in society,
Heightened with extreme lust and erotic mannerism,
Italy removes the conscious veil from bizarre reality.
Ceiling significant through music strings serenade,
Renaissance dazed; allusion lay dreaming half awake
The inquisition of fate went on pilgrimage made,
German sentence commute through the classical gate.
The Netherlands explore and navigate all the distances
Byzantine adherence goes beyond impregnable walls,
depict faces of the Tsars persist in the military hypothesis,
And labyrinths take refuge in Russian banqueting halls.
The richest measured proportion of distilled beverage,
Vodka values more than all the dull limited senses,
Spanish religion repository of the myths and rage
Set the path where new western experience commences.
Portugal selfie, the pinnacle piece that thirsts for commerce
Lisbon flourished paints and medicines with Flemish.
Poland concept and conflict gain border land dominance,
Spice trade rises high and makes indiscreet allusion flourish.
We travel far beyond renaissance to the greatest monument,
When the transition of culture from the middle age evolved
Mesmerized art is a rediscovery of an enduring cultural movement,
The monarch of the Roman Empire renaissance man inspired.
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
Can we work to be busy? May we do it till dizzy'
Up until 70.' Against a scene of inflation and wage freeze'
To be punished by care home costs.!
Homes sold, still can't defray' all lost?)
Work till the spirits crushed.' Struggle in a system bust
Nuclear family, of modernity, sell your soul to a mortgage
Fee.' Buy a car' it will soon be old..Wasted assets are
The motherlode..Of those who devise the forever wars.'
Yet its your fault people..Thats how its been told.'
Why arn't you happy? And cheering on bold?
Why aren't people in the masses voting on?
The charade-parade. And woke marathon!
Manila the Imperial City of the Philippines
It is like a mirror reflecting itself
What you see in Manila is you see the Philippines
There you see high rise glass building
The modern mask of modernity
You see commercial establishment
The breathtaking Mall of Asia
The century old China town is here
Manila is different for me
I see Manila the old walled city
I smell the fresh noodles of Ongpin
I still see the largest Rizal park along the bay
I still witness tourist attraction horse drawn calesa
I still like the hopia of Binondo
The age-old long line stalls of pawnshops along Escolta
Maybe the skyscrapers are the other version book of Manila
And the places I went in is the old version of Manila
Though the city changes, I still like the old version
Which version you are in
It's up to you for your choosing
My memory of Manila is eternal
Not to forget the Binondo Bridge whose ancient
Now being constructed modestly
This is the past and the future
Common denominator of history.
662.
The 2nd Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
Our American Heritage
For 3 decades of American colonization
Much from the Americans was gained by our nation
From government & economy to society & culture
We became Americanized even in language & literature
In government, we adopted a system called “democracy”
A form of governing done by many
We were granted freedom of speech & expression
In public offices there was Filipinization
In economy, we had free trade with the United States
Modes of transportation & communication were in increasing rates
Products of agriculture & manufacture developed drastically
Industries & factories were brought all over the country
In society & culture, came the Protestant religion
There was progress in health, social services & education
In language & literature, English became a hit
American food, clothing, media & technology became our favorite
This is the 2nd Period of American Era – Our American Heritage
It became our fad & penchant until the present age
They brought us here the blessings of prosperity
God through them had drawn the Philippines towards modernity.
-05/21/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn
By the sky god from sifted appurtenances.
Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity,
Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums
With piles, heaps of filth, debris, decay and stench;
Congestion and the jostle for ends and gains.
Benin endowed with neo wiles obviating tradition
And irked for now-now pleasure and wealth
Imitating and striving for wannabes
Inculcating habit and aspiring for a world without the sun
Yet far from assimilating it by the words of the old:
Carrot does not sprout in the root of a yam stalk.
Old city, once enliven by aestheticism
And renowned by the arts and crafts of bronze now
At the backdrop with every frontlines bedecked
By remnants of exotic necessaries. Men, vehicles rush,
Scramble and stream Ringroad and Ramat
From dawn to dusk to the abyss of nowhere
And returning home at last to the euphoric solace
Of the mellow hit of Waifo highlife
And the scores of green, brown bottles that thrive.
Benin, where once the Portuguese trespassed,
The Dutch men trampled and the British overturned
Leaving behind their long evening shadows
A new self-image chained in the heart.
When the Universe created the Universe and allowed for challenge
It was quite open to change and the preponderance of ageing times
Youth is not a crime and the respect for seniority has to be earned
Oh my Lord let there be earth under heaven it might have intuited
A primordial bang and atoms swished as mute mutations ensued
It had not considered that people were to talk back or quite forward
Like moody teenagers or wayward sycophants refuting the Source
Seven days later the mess was complete and an apple indigested
Abel was disabled and begetting begot generations of philistines
Time is a stretchable concept but conception quick and unpredictable
Dinosaurs passed in the flash of a pang before stones turned to bronze
And into dogma of gold mined for the pockets of inequality and gluttony
Arcs for walking on water and one lousy fish for many wretched souls
A sole and meagre bouillabaisse yet diamond soles on feet in contempt
Dinosaurs came and went stones turned to bronze and with it tools
Of destruction where synthesis and harmony should have prevailed
But that was then and there and today is here and now and counting
We have lost the abacus in computerized algorithms and the plot in the
Process of post modernity and post selfies and trivia on glittering face book
Discarded essence and existential meaning on face value of tale telling times
An icon once had a different meaning as smiling faces are arrested in botox
But not all is lost when social media and mediums hex and bewitch the planet
Opium for the masses finds novel experiences addicted to shallow delight
Ten Year Challenge before and after a self-righteous pride in rigid acclaim
A decade is a miniscule timeline of Self that speck of dust in a galaxy
And thus I cherish my wrinkles the grey in my hair the scars and defeats
Have no need for glossing and photo shop and for the denial of passing
A crooked tooth here or there and a broken crown of vital humanity
And thus I will not diminish my hunger for living in the moment of truth
22nd January 2019
ATMOSPHERES
ambient
installation
in
communal cipherss
transitioned
then
transcended
appropriated
with symbolic
affectation
of
attitudes
characterised
by
circles
simple
&positive
yet
marginal
merging
with
modernity
when
flourishing&
profound
&all around
is
decline
of the
premodern
replacing
the
rational with
harmonious
hubris
of
circular time
in
mystical
views
so intertwined
with
the
contemporary
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Shyloch, Shyloch Ye of crippled writers block Howl !
Hipster!
Survivor of sanatoriums drug riddled needled dreams and cancer lobotomy fantasies!
Drowned out by the apathy of X-Factor modernity!
Shyloch whose machinery sprite faster through chemical brewing!
And welfare states following entitlement scripts that harm!
Shyloch whose crucifix and domed book wielding army!
Storm the gates of purgatory and blood banks filled with candy bats and posh race day hats!
Shyloch whose windows fell the courtyard sanctuary of apposing towers!
With flight bound death bellowing fumes airplane fusion bomb blinded tasting castor oil!
Oh, Shyloch of the taught band of algorithmic army fibers of lanyards forward recoil!
Which bend both time and continuum lines into matrix riddled computer chips!
That manifest themselves in pie and pillow smoke horror convex leprechaun glasses!
The shards of which Shyloloch stills, not Shyloch lenses, chart express Shyloch determination!
Shyloch. Shyloch in four dimensions cursed in parallel universes battles!
Sent forth into the hornets nest of hell's bells and brothers under fire of tyranny shot at!
Where mothers servitude pierces a twig grenade destined for destruction!
Where radio scowls of panic manic contact, I reality check my pulse bleeding Shyloch!
Bellow of Shyloch in taxis destined for parachutes fashioned out of mantle piece clock memories!
Counting down the seconds of kicking calamity's arsenal of empire and envy!
Propped up by the students of anarchy blooded as puppets in vegetarian camouflage!
Shyloch of peanut butter and jello meal times washed down with rat burgers!
Shyloch, Shyloch who posts cards inscribed with death marches chuckle!
Encased in sphinx library tombs resurrecting gold edifices suburbia Atlantis!
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