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intersellar fusion
where stars exhaust hydrogen
and began to become dormant
of mankind.
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moved to Dormancy.
I sat still in the moment's silence,
Listening to the songs of the birds—
A melody of varied frequencies,
A harmony is born from nature's gifts.
I gazed at the radiant sky,
I watched the clouds,
Artwork of a perfect Craftsman.
They stretch, move, and disperse in space,
All in a time set and approved by their Creator.
I turned to look at a bird on a wire,
Unafraid of its rhythmic movement,
it preened its feathers.
It later took off,
basking in the warmth of the friendly sky.
I observed the trees,
Dancing to the orchestra of the wind.
Their exuberant foliage is a blessing of spring;
Their healthy boughs are a result of a generous intake.
I wondered how soon they would be gone—
Our dominance and insatiable craving for aesthetics have encroached on their survival.
I reflected on how my mother tended her garden.
I thought about how she made sure we had trees planted in our yard,
How she told us stories about the forest and its mysteries,
How her face glowed when her garden thrived and bloomed.
I pondered how I found myself walking her path.
Suddenly, I was jolted out of my reverie—
It was a call from my mother.
She talked about how her purple flowers had finally turned the corner.
I smiled at the excitement in her voice.
Her love for nature has allowed her to age gracefully;
I believe she has made the wisest choice.
May 3, 2025.
Our ancestors… though they lived,
Their lives had a closed curtain, leading to the greatest of all mysteries:
The universe itself.
No one really saw it, and even if they did,
No one had courage to explore that sealed universe.
Yet one man, a name unknown,
Plucked up his courage to open that barrier and see through.
Though only little, only a speck,
He took out a chain… linking us to our past, and us to the future.
So, all mankind stepped forward,
Pouring their sweat to open up that curtain.
Though their names are endless, we know a few:
Those who dared to use the unlocked part of the secret,
And plunge deeper, in.
Newton, Faraday, Einstein, Rutherford, Harvey, and more…
Those whose names we celebrate.
Those who found the metabolisms of life,
The chemistry behind it, and the physics of space-time.
No one really knows how large the secret universe is.
Nor we know how much has been discovered.
The whole universe we live in… a great secret.
But I daresay that we’ve voyaged a great deal, though it does not seem so.
And that to find the meaning of a secret, is to plunge deeper still.
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MORNING HAS BROKEN OVER THE HORIZON TODAY
GATHERING THE STARS OF YESTERDAY
SOFTLY LANDING ON MY PATIO THE FEATHERDUSTED
MEMORIES OF THEIR SHINE BECOME EVENING LIGHT;
MOONBEAMS APPEAR AND MYSTERIES GATHER ROUND
I QUESTION GODS METHODS BUT OH I NEVER DOUBT
THAT HIS MERCY AND LOVE CAN GET ME THROUGH
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER NIGHT ...
DUSK HAS SEVERED MY FEARS , TAKEN ME HOME
TO WHERE THE WILD HORSES RUN
I LOSE MYSELF IN THE MOMENTUM OF TIME AND RETRACE
MORNING HAS BROKEN OVER THE HORIZON ONCE AGAIN
GATHERING THE LUMINOUS STARS OF YESTERDAY.
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
And I never left home without it, like opening red tulip, at sunrise wakeup.
Friends fascinated like fire opals, bringing fetching colors into a vibrant life;
And we relished flaming, flamboyant Fridays, under maroon skies of strife.
Flavorful fruits were fanatically ripening, when feel-good family visited me.
Fiery red raspberries and fat blueberries, fell beneath puff clouds, so pretty.
I lived in the house of sudden mists, in oranges, pinks, purple and scarlet,
Where any day could be right for lovely visions, before the sky grew starlit.
Snap peas and sweet potatoes grew in the gardens, along my sunny street,
In days of searing, scarlet sun salutes, and gold hours of pause and repeat.
Nearby noon gave nectarine notice, as neighborly neighbors came visiting,
When green nature bore a heatwave, like the nesting woodpecker, knocking.
Pink fairy wings bloomed fantasy gardens, as the yellow tiger lilies roared;
And the dragon lulus breathed fire, like ardor cooling for one, once adored.
Brain cacti meditated summer greenery, whilst toad lilies attracted insects;
And pink bottlebrushes swept away sad blues, scrubbing aside dour defects.
I was attending a Fourth of July cook out, hosted by the fondest of families;
But the makeup I'd ordered was late, forcing me to put aside pure vanities!
By the time I left for the plum, pleasant party, I was feeling oddly liberated;
And family and friends did not notice my lack, like stars, clouds obliterated.
I had a lovely time that rosy day, when martins sang like the Fourth of July,
Amidst mauve festivity and lemon sunshine, and bellflowers ringing nearby!
The lesson I learned that vivid day, is to glam up or not, according to mood,
For people are still loveable either way, like faint dawn moon, briefly viewed.
Let’s go to the garden to see how beautiful the flowers and the butterflies are
Let’s go to the hills to see how cold the breeze is
Let’s go talk to the birds and find how brilliant singers they are
Let’s go to the forest to see how colorful the world is
Let’s go in to the rain and touch rainbow
Let’s go to the waterfalls and fill our hearts
Let’s go deep in to the sea and unfold the mysteries
Let’s go to the desert to find the hidden well
Let’s go to the sky and see how shining the stars are
Let’s go find beauty in everything
Let’s all fall in love with the nature
Let our life be the most beautiful…..
Oh, Gabrielle
Beautiful, funny, sexy, loud
Who cheats on her husband
She has tons of domestic struggles
Secrets and crimes, mysteries to hide
Your a housewife who never does housework
An accent that makes men swoon
Acts dumb but is cunning and cruel
Can be loud and obnoxious
Can tell a good lie . . .
I love that laugh
Oh, she is beautiful and devious
She is hot and she knows it
And she tells me she sleeps like an angel
Angel!!! That you will never be, Gabrielle
The ladies on Wisteria Lane have a name for you
But being a lady, I cannot say it
She knows what she wants and goes for it
No matter who it hurts,
Oh, Gabrielle how can someone so lovely
Be so evil inside
Maybe if we become friends
I can change your attitude, what do you think
Want to come for tea at two
No husband or boyfriend to steal
I am a single girl
Come on, Gabrielle
For once just be a regular person
Wouldn't that be an easier life for you
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May 29, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Oh, Gabrielle
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-969-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by the character, Gabrielle Solis
on Desperate Housewife's, played by Eva Langoria
For the contest, Desperate Housewife's
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Fourth Place
June 29 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 86-90
Key Verse – Psalms 86:15 But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING FULL OF COMPASSION
Praise be to God for being full of compassion midst our:
Poverty with neediness
Pitifulness and nothingness
Perverseness along neutrality
Pessimism around our nervousness
Prayerlessness as well as naughtiness
Psalms 87:6 Praise be to the Lord for counting those that:
Depend on Him as their Life
Desire His leadership
Delight in His love
Dwell in His light
Declare His law
Psalms 88:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
responding to our call for:
Joy of salvation
Jubilation in our service
Justice with His sanctification
Jolliness midst steadfast stewardship
Joviality around His security and settlement
Psalms 89:18 Praise be to the Almighty
for He is our defence and holy King:
Expressing to us His full forgiveness
Establishing us upon His freedom
Exposing to us His faithfulness
Extricating us from fear
Empowering our faith
Psalms 90:17 Praise be to the Creator
Whose beauty:
Radiates His marvelous majesty
Reveals His mysteries and miracles
Reflects His might so magnificent
Represents His mercy’s multitudes
Represents His magnanimous moves. Amen!
June 29, 2024
Bounded by honourable hearts
Delicious dreams gravitating the mind
Gleam sunset patching life with brightness!
As autumn rain effectuates its pledge
While stars evince my inner desires,
I do believe.
Gazing at the blue sea reinventing itself
Advocating serenity in my path
To unearth calmness of life
I do believe.
With ecstasy and cheeriness painting my journey
Beauty of the earth gracing the eyes
Diluting grief to nothingness,
To stimulate me believe:
There are notable forces in life than hopelessness…
There is a rationality behind every drop of rain,
Love waiting out there,
And that I do believe.
When I perceive peace pledge – peace…
Starry sky hiking with confidence,
As I journey beyond the woods,
With adoration sanctioning the love of someone
Ancient mysteries concealing themselves,
Glowing recollections salvaging my delight,
Faith capturing the vicinity…
Sanctioning misty rains to grace the occasion, while….
Succouring me recoup my optimistic moments,
…. I do believe….
Wondering at the sight of summer and noon
The window dive at pasture's womb.
Struck by affliction
Driven by temptation
This's how it all begun.
The uncertainty of the sun's hot
Crafted a picture
Which could only hurt
Woop-woop-woop,it sound everytime it's being blurt
Drowned in the sea of dilemma
She's forced to choose a path
One coming straight from the heart,heart!
"Portray your interests over the family's wealth and let thy offspring takeover the rest"
Words of the elders Crest
A pit with so many holes
"Desert from us o ye foe"
Life has brought nothing but harm
Even her offspring disassociate from her arms
Life's mysteries
A choice with diverse consequences
"Promise you'll keep,the integrity of this story"
Words from her past sun and glory
"Concur to the will
And just be still,all you will have in plenty"
"Promise to keep the integrity of this story"
Every night she's forced to faced these,even in her dreams
As the year round
She's left with no kidney
A heartless mother
She's called all right within
Words speaking only tears
As the sunlight fades
She then decides to give everything just for her grave
A beautiful mother she wants to be named
The elders Crest as she approach
A purpose to let down,all that opposed
She stands at the witness's box
"She's finally going to agree" whispers the eldest of her offspring
A thought it's a good will
"Everything shall now be over" whispers the elders to each other
As she looks the face of the chief's head
For behold,the face of her morning glory,she sees "are you really going to destroy all this?" All she heard from his lips
A dillematic position,she stands
A plead to make a decision and remove her hands
Dangerous-safe
Safely-dangerous
As they stands
Eagered face
Wanting to see the end of the race
And she falls in dismay
"They'll come back for you,just wait"
The last words of her morning beauty
A mother with no children,she's seen
"Let me say my last words" as she weeps
"Just remember it hurts so much,a widow fighting just for your hearts" as she speaks to her offspring
It all ends in mysteries