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The Nature of things
From inner core to outer sphere
From outer space a sight so mere
A phenomenon so impressive
Waters of oceans aggressive
Mountains and valleys so deep
Forests and jungles that creep
Microscopic invisible to the eye
Organisms mutate and multiply
Plenty life in the seas and rivers
Warm climates or some make you shiver
Air that billows and twists
Winds gather up clouds or move mist
Soil of the crust helps us grow
Trees drop more seeds to sow
Roots to anchor our souls
Mother Nature takes control
While humans and animals exist
The nature of things often missed
We strive to survive, stay alive
How can we help the earth thrive?
Copyright May 2016
They say the virus does not exist. Why?
our leaders politicize its mortality
profiteers make it a minted and crispy business
rumour mongers carry myths of it across the Nile
and the poor are to isolate at home in the safety of hunger and taste!
Too many years of a distrustful polity from our cradle
as always, we heard of billions of a ransom given to the political virus
‘who’ kidnap our collective survival.
We heard from Mrs. Disaster of how billions were expended
on the vulnerable somewhere uncharted.
We heard the golly-governor said he spent billions when he shared
packs of noodles to the hungry as palliatives to survive on five months ago now.
We heard the markets jammed and streaming with viral sweats
of frantic buyers were once fumigated with millions of liquid cash.
We heard the spike in infection cases and deaths suddenly flattened out
after huge private and federal allocations in aids
We heard the country and people are broke and more billions of dollars
are borrowed. But where does the money go to?
We heard the rumours, theories, mythos…!
Majority of the poor and needy only hear but did not see;
for those who have more, more are given and stolen.
Those who have none, even the little they need are denied!
They mutate dead cells of social conscience patting the pauper
to go home and stay safe without a crumb of comfort, hope or bread.
We are tired of this sham of leadership and shame of distrust!
we saw food baskets kept on the threshold of the poor
we saw hungry people lined up for the goodies of charity and state kitchens
we saw the unemployed get insurance and compensation
we saw the government expend social funds and give subventions
we saw the leaders and businesses arouse social trust and hope
not taxes and profits when the people are already famished
we saw the hive of humanity, not the survival of the fittest
we saw a build up of philanthropy
not the building up of many pyramids…during a pandemic.
Nevertheless, these are realities in some other climes
which we are here still dreaming on!
7/22/21
People continuing to show hate
As if they themselves are so great
While the planet continues to rotate
Boy you need a lot more than Colgate
You thought it did, but it carried no weight
Don't make me, or I'll put you in yo place
The evidence will be difficult to locate
Only got 24 so I poured up some twenty fours
Ready for many more
It's been a deadly war
Pulled through with tremendous force
While I weathered any storms
The answers to such questions, is like seeking an endless source
People continuing to act fake
In good or bad shape
Dealing with another backache
Life will give and it shall take
Let's get the facts straight
Life moves at a fast pace
Don't end up in last place
In this giant rat race
Why have they
Continued to act that way
Been another bad day
Empty bottles and an ashtray
The same old pathway
Could just never keep it all at bay
It's been revolting
As life continues unfolding
After the whole thing
Not just a gold ring
Yet it always ends up being an ice cold drink
Empty or a full drink
Be bold or sink
Who am I kidding, I always got one, like it's a cool thing
What the f*** am I really doing?
Who am I truly fooling?
Why am I always smoking and boozing?
Winning and losing
At times it is or isn't amusing
As death is always looming
Underneath objects in the sky zooming
In space matter devoured by black holes that keep consuming
Regardless of if we once were schoolmates
It's all been a wild goose chase
People still being two faced
Calling others a fruitcake
Let me give ya'll a news break
I'm going to get much more than a few scrapes
While above and below sluice gates
Having a wallet and safe full of bills with a blue face
Still traveling through space
Got rid of the evidence, no need for a suitcase
Those that give and others who take
Coming in rough, obscure or smooth shapes
Close to estates that grew grapes
In order to make
Wine all the time, before it's all too late
Before it's all too late
What's getting accomplished if always you wait?
I'm going to continue to mutate
Getting it done before the due date
Otherwise it all would be a huge waste
Do you regret, when you make a mistake?
While I surely understand your concern,
do you know that you'll get an even shake,
a priceless education in return?
So, go ahead, and give yourself a break,
for it is life's fumbles that make us learn.
So say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
there is no need for self-assault.
Tragically hurt, no longer content,
you find life comes without a guarantee.
All harmful things, you can never prevent.
Maybe, it is helpful for you to see
that each and ev'ry good and bad event
is the divine branching of your life's tree.
So, say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
blest departures from the path of default.
When genes do not properly replicate,
It's not a problem, but a solution.
You might things it's a dirty word, "mutate",
but it's nature's brilliant contribution.
As the epochs and eons pass, just wait,
and you'll see glorious evolution.
So, say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
without them, life on earth comes to a halt.
In the ebbing glory of the night
As the moon with a pallid face
Moved away and hid herself,
The sun with his lustrous rays
Appeared through the cracked walls of the sky,
To wake the sleeping hamlet.
Bales of clouds of all shapes and sizes
Moved over the sun hiding him for a while.
But soon drifted away to directions unknown
Shapeshifting, morphing, and aligning,
Into shapes inconceivable in just the flicker of an eye
As I look on, each passing cloud reminds me,
Of the years that glide past unknowingly,
And of the transience of human life.
The moon that fades after lighting the night
The sun that sets after warming the day
The flowers that wither after feasting the eye
The clouds that fleet across the cerulean blue
All obliquely announce, life is a fleeting dream.
The love once flourished may fade and die.
Trees towering high may fall and rot.
Rivers that swell can dry up once.
The same is true of our life on earth.
At times we soar on wings of joy
At times we drown and are deep in grief
Does it remind us of a vital truth?
Like the clouds changing shape every now n’ then
Life on earth can never be the same!
Thus, each passing cloud speaks aloud,
In tongueless eloquence two things to me…
Of the transitory nature of human life
And the need to mutate, to shapeshift my form,
As the situation demands and move on heedlessly.
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March. 8. 2023
~ Placed First~
Entered for Brian Strand No.1203 Poetry Contest
Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
We dream of peace on Earth; what is this peace
we yearn and pray for in our life? We think
of days when wars no longer threaten- cease
our actions to enjoy our freedom’s link
to all God-given rights of man of Earth.
To live democracy as it should be;
each person has an equal chance from birth
to live without the fear of fight, or flee.
Perhaps we’re not evolved enough to greet
that deep within we are no different than
wild species that engage in fights to eat,
or claim their space- ingrained since time began.
We pray these steadfast patterns, left behind-
instilled in us back in the ancient past,
will mutate to a higher level, find
more God-like ways to deal, make peace at last.
Though many live their days in harmony
with peace and love- the center of their goals,
world leaders bear the cross of keeping free
all nations from disastrous wars and tolls.
This dream of peace, perhaps not in your life
or mine- will this grand miracle ensue?
But still, we march, endure the stress and strife,
and pray that peace on Earth someday is true.
A single note
Just starting with a single note.
Drawn to the vibration
Then another, ally, companion.
These two becoming firm friends
As others come to join the fray.
Repeating and finding new meaning,
Never quite knowing their course
Yet their purpose so sure.
Allowing the sound to penetrate
Lighting the fire in the belly
As another note is plucked
From obscurity
In another’s train of thought.
Together yet apart.
Volume and intent mutate
Organically growing to finally,
Eventually and climatically
The air thick filled with fever.
Harmony between the entities
As a hive mind yet each as one.
From single note to final melody grown,
Raw, unrehearsed crescendo
Capturing a moment in time never duplicated.
Where awareness walks wearing illusion,
Nor head is held high, nor is knowledge free,
Truth’s hardly whole and suffers division,
In such a place one looks but can’t much see.
Where illusion's a default alt of world,
Where info bytes, not wisdom, weapons wield,
Truth's seldom whole, but be this or that bird,
A part looks whole that fetches no full yield,
Eternal does this twain dance in twilight,
Mind seems muddled under here or there lore,
And sees things as black or white, wrong or right,
Truth scarce arrives, stuck on a far off shore.
Rejoice that world has photon’s better bet,
That lives a whole life yon of this or that.
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Science tells us: Photon can be present at two places at the same time. It has incredible awareness to mutate from a wave (or energy) to particle (matter), a quantum mystery! But human mind suffers from this-or-that paradigm: wave or particle, day or night…, a puzzle incomprehensible when complete! Computer accepts 0 or 1. Human mind is not much better. On the other hand, holistic awareness is non-dual, the undifferentiated whole. This sonnet goes on a wonderment trip on the wings of these facts.
Sonnets | 07.05.2022 |
Unity Consciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Evolution
Green slime
Alien creatures on an alien world
Did they know?
How could they know that they would mutate?
Change from their humble lives
Innocents effected by time and space
Made to breathe air
Walk on the newly emerging land
Reign as giant creatures
Cold blooded they look to the sun for life
Changing again they look to the skies
Looking for a god to worship
They look at each other and see only differences
All their sameness had been bred out of them
They struggle for life
Killing others for land, food or for glory
Glass, metal and guns become commonplace
Dead bodies are buried in mass grave
There is no one to mourn the dead
They are busy hunting more of their kind
They make bombs that destroy cities
Making each one more powerful than the last
More death
More dying
More illness
Still they do not give up making more
One day, one bomb
A bright light
A strong wind brings winter to their planet
Making life hard yet is still survives
Surviving even for a moment
It is a glimmer of hope that is so needed
Another bomb aimed at a target no one sees
The planet melts into a burning furnace
Burning off the air and all life with it
Billions of years pass by
A new planet grows out of the dust
Life finds it way back to the new waters
Green slime who don't know what is coming
And the cycle start over again
I launched my dreams
on the way,
I cast my dreams
under my feet ...
I walked smoothly
playing erratic paths
I didn't override them ...
as long as i walked,
I felt my dreams mutate,
I felt that most changed
when they found
your dreams...
Mine and yours
walked together
for eternal years ...
My dreams were joyful
close to yours ...
With time, you exhausted
your dream shoes
and you did not renew them ...
By your side, I spent
my feet and I was
of dismembered dreams ...
You left in search
to put on other dreams ...
I became by my side,
with no dreams, no soul
and without feet ...