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Hey everybody, Putin’s holding a party,
And we’re all invited to come,
The Queen and Macron, Donny the Trump,
And especially Kimmy Jong-Un,
There’ll be mushrooms in lights, a whole heap of smoke,
Backed by a beautiful roar,
And, by the end of the night, no one will be left,
Not even to fight in a war.
Because Vladimir Putin, who ran the election,
Has laughed at the U.S. obsession,
Of killing itself, with no leadership,
While he created an unstoppable weapon,
I hope you can make it, this party by Putin,
This party with a momentous goodbye,
I hope you can come and watch it with us,
This beautiful cloud in the sky.
I was blessed to officiate at our son (Ryan’s) and his now wife (Amy’s) wedding yesterday…the only person at the wedding who was turned the other way.
From my unique perspective I was acutely and proudly aware
of Amy…of Ryan…of our families…and of all their friends and families seated there.
If you watch the news you might conclude that love in this world is on the decline…
but turned the other way at a wedding…I assure you…love…is doing just fine.
At their wedding love was palatable…you could feel it in the air…
It was in every smile, every touch, every kiss…it was literally…everywhere.
You could feel it beginning to swell even before the ceremony had begun…
It was in the silent hugs between a mother and her daughter…
and a mother and her son.
It was in the eyes of the parents as…for their children…a new day was about to dawn…
Happy for the moment…wondering where the time had gone.
It was how we paused a moment…to enjoy a moment that will never again repeat…
it was in how we remembered Amy’s Granny up in heaven…
even saved her a front row seat.
It was in the tears of two mothers as they watched their son and daughter on this momentous day…and in the tears of a father as he stepped up and gave his daughter away.
It was reflected in Ryan and Amy’s eyes…and in the eyes of all in attendance too
It hung in the air in silence the moment they said ‘I do’.
It was in Sue and Rob and Deborah as they joined me…
sharing a final moment together before the ceremony was done…
Holding each other in a circle of love…two families…now one.
And it continued at the reception…all the different types of love I found…
everywhere I looked…every time I turned around.
Yes, I was happily reminded that love is thriving
while officiating Amy and Ryan’s wedding yesterday….
happy to see love in it’s endless shapes and sizes…
all while turned the other way.
Sure as spring-ebullient cedes to summer’s escapades
In vagaries of time a budding flower parches and fades
And the sweet sound of hatchlings abandons its nest
And autumn’s gilded leaves perish in throes of decay
And dethroned from its apex, sun-glorious as well sets.
Much alike nature, as life unleashes unsettling events
For some, its turbulence triggers hysterical blindness
And esteem that waxed to full-moon begins to wane
Akin to a sunny day that darkens and suddenly rains
Or flame of desires extinguishes in lovelorn marriage.
Purpose and meaning no longer wield a special clout
As soul of vigor confused harbors despondent doubt
And sense of self deteriorates into endless distraught
Till a beloved hand of compassion lovingly reaches out
Reconsolidating its ego, letting spent passions sprout;
Spurring momentous days, seizing thrilled moments,
Un-remembering yesterday, rejoicing bliss of present
Knowing tomorrow’s fate isn’t as assured as today’s,
Cognizant of transience and impermanence of being,
For now is real as can be, for tomorrow may be elusive.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hysterical Blindness
As we approach the celebration
of our country's founding, one
could view the glass as half empty
Or half full. Or one could complain
about how far we have yet to go as a nation;
Or be divided over injustices and inconsistencies.
We could divide ourselves even more into Red and Blue states;
Or we could become more blended, truly the UNITED States.
One could criticize or berate our thriving Republic over
the things that we have yet to accomplish. Or one could
celebrate the good things and accentuate the positive.
As I consider this subject, I am reminded of a man I met
about 10 years ago. Sitruc was his name, and he began to
reflect upon a momentous conversation with his two sons.
Mr. Sitruc began relating to his sons that his achievements
and the things that he had accomplished in life were far
less than he had anticipated. He indicated to me that before he
could finish, he was halted by both his sons. In essence,
they related to him what they had observed of him and their
mother. From their perspective, his assessment was wrong.
His sons had concluded that their dad and mom were great
achievers of good and positive things.
From that family gathering, Mr. Sitruc had discovered a
gold mine of eternal values, a treasure cove of goodness
that he had took for granted or overlooked. On the contrary,
his sons never forgot the loveless they loved, the hungry
they fed, the naked they clothed, or the homeless they housed.
Mr. Sitruc went on to say that since that day, he has never
again minimized what had been accomplished; nor maximized
the things that have not been achieved.
In life’s highway of God’s direction
I’m wondrously ushered while driving
midst wondrous twists and turns
maneuvered by the Almighty
designed with sovereign plan
toward triumphant fulfillment
my heart earnestly thanks for...
First, I was welcomed to babyhood
beaming with radiant hope
that commences journey*
marked by prayerful starting point
since my parents readied themselves
to watch momentous steps of mine
along family care and home’s serenity bliss…
Advancing in my childhood’s breakthroughs
I experienced growing up pains
along mirth-filled adventures
bracing leaps of adolescent period
driven to curiosity-peaked pursuits
optimizing freedom for schooling exploits
aided by teachers with their cautions and warnings.
Then propelled to keep on going
upon spiritual ignition of divine power-charge
my adulthood keeps oozing with grace
for service-impact and kindness-influence glow
in sharing achievements with great blessings
whether on soul-replenishing stop-overs
or sojourning moments in communion trip havens…
Anticipating for jubilant departure
I trust the Saviour Jesus Christ with faith
assuredly bringing me to my final destination
where He Himself reigns eternally
as legacy is prayed-for to remain
verily endowed well, begetting another life
to navigate through existence-highway victoriously.
*Deuteronomy 10:11 And the LORD said unto me, Arise, take thy journey before the people, that they may go in and possess the land, which I sware unto their fathers to give unto them.
January 25, 2023
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 34" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/30/2023.
Did I ever mention
the time I saw sunrise
down on the beach.
We had not gone home
after our first date:
Instead, holding hands wandering
we walked nearby cliffs.
Silence was profound,
all was peaceful, and
midnight was beyond perfection.
Small pinpoints of light,
from a swathe of stars
created a magical moment.
For hours conversation
ranged back and forth,
all secrets revealed.
Dawn approached, we grew restless
walking slowly down to the beach.
Again I remember silence,
enhanced by rippling waves.
Also, a strange luminescence
bathed the ocean, reflection
of receding starlight.
Together we became aware of the
momentous miracle of sunrise.
The horizon slowly revealed itself
displaying extraordinary pallet of colour.
We witnessed a glorious light show,
golden fire streaking across vision.
This moment is a precious memory.
The miracle of sunrise continues,
perhaps unseen, but ever beautiful.
That special dawn rising,
to my way of thinking, so many years ago
had a magic that was singular.
Pixabay image: Pixel2013
Take time to show
The people around you that you care
Time is an unpredictable force
When you turn around there’s no one there.
Take time to hear
Each story from the past
Handed down through generations
They must be shared in order to last.
Take time to see
The stranger standing next to you
A friend wears many faces
Only prejudice blocks the view.
Take time to listen
To what your child has to say
The clock is ticking swiftly
Tomorrow they’ll be going their own way.
Take time to ponder
The path you have followed through the years
Your mistakes became your teacher
As your courage was born from your fears.
Take time to feel
The cool grass beneath your bare feet
Life is a precious gift
Each day is a momentous treat.
a total news blackout
but anyone would be the same
the public never knew of it
did it matter?
they were doomed
from the start
my mate didn't care
about the FA Cup last week
the germans don't
care about the percieved
or actually non-existent
football rivalry with England
sweep the battle losses
under the steamer rug
if you win a tin cup
you'll refer to with pride
it took me a day and a
half to get over Nelson's
death
(stick the kettle on)
but that's when it came to life
Villeneuve an outstanding
time bomb
THE ENEMY IS AT SEA!
Trafalgar
like all historical events
momentous and noteworthy
immaterial and beside the point
The gnarled hands of woodworkers know the pain
a grip that's crippled from years of constant work
to grasp or carry a momentous strain
this problem is a continuous irk
Nothing can be done but take it in stride
it's a pain from a lifetime that's chosen
there's no complaint, no regrets, only pride
though at times, all the fingers are frozen
They lock firmly in place, become stiff and rigid
as the hands of old craftsmen are calloused
they're earned from hardwoods tightly fitted
made perfect so the work can be purchased
hands of a furniture maker are hard
they're worn and bent, sometimes gnarled and scarred
Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us.
Changing us completely in one second.
Giving us a perspective we never had before.
Showing us that our opinions are not the same now.
Sometimes switching to the opposite side in one second.
When we become the needy, we stop bad-mouthing the freeloaders.
When we realize how close we are to homeless, we maybe develop a little more empathy for them.
There are life-changing events happening every day.
We may go into some of them kicking and screaming,
But we still
Go into them
Changelings that we are.
Angel? Demon? Faerie? Crone? We’d best leave labels well and good alone.