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by : Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.
But today is another day,
New stuff to think, do and say.
Today I will brave the world all alone,
And enjoy my freedom full blown.
I will live life with zest,
Try neverto do things second best.
I will live to be sensitive,
Towards others be more receptive.
I will live to be forgiving,
Be more tolerant and caring.
I will speak to all who walk my path,
Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath.
I will correct all my wrongs,
And tell this to all by making them my songs.
I will proudly write notes about the new me,
And publish and upload them for all to see.
I will work to be creative,
And learn to open my mind’s eye and not be obstructive.
I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude,
To succeed, master the skill of gratitude.
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.
And today is the right day,
To commence these fresh new things that I write and say
theme: a fresh new start
date:9th march 2012,
Year sixteen dawned with a lot of fuss—
Of Us and the rest all called Versus,
Apart like North-South poles,
No diamonds, both black coals,
Both missing: caught are they in same bus.
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Whilst USA entered a post-truth era, the world found its Word of the Year, and India its expertise in politics of populism, call it politics of polarization: nationalists Vs anti-nationals, patriots and not, making up a year of extremes that achieved little. Both the Houses lost over 80% of business time. It seems people on Earth no more feels they are in the same bus, a break-less bus called Earth hurtling down the precipice.
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Happenings | 02.01.17 |
I met a fellow mortal as we both were of necessity
departing a place we could no longer reside. The city
was called 2023. The two of us were headed north to
reside in a new and different city called 2024.
Being an older man with more experience, I offered
him some advice as we approached the City of 2024.
I stood aghast as he interrupted me so emphatically,
saying 'No', before I could complete a single suggestion.
I was compelled to listen as he with sincerity said to me:
Neither weary nor worry me
Don't challenge me to change
Give me no pain, but comfort only
JUST HUMOR ME
Give me no losses but only gains
Don't require me anything to rearrange
Leave me alone and selfish like you found me
JUST HUMOR ME
Tell me that I am okay and so are you
Tell me that I need not improve or renew
Tell the freeway that I want to remain an avenue
JUST HUMOR ME
Make no demands on me as I live and let live
Promise me pleasures, pleasantries, and magic pills
Give me no responsibilities, more freebies and less realities
JUST HUMOR ME
As we entered the City of 2024, I continued to hear him saying
'Give me'. I walked away deeply concerned, with tears and a prayer.
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(Sung To The Song "A Spoonful Of Sugar" By Julie Andrews...From the film..Mary Poppins)...(1964)
A winters New Year's Day cold swim
May seem irrational and grim
And dress-up fun is...set!
For that sea dip
The goosebumps marinated skin
Teeth fast chattering
A grimace, the tingles, the constant shivering
When.. a.. freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
Awaken the soul-oul
Awaken the soul
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
In a most unusual way
The rapid breathing and nose drips
And the strange blueness of my lips
My heart is now pumping extremely fast
While in the sea so cold and grey
Frozen eyes that won't obey
And icicles...are new...extentions to my hair
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
Awaken the soul-oul
Awaken the soul
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
In a most unusual way.
Wishing my body was much fatter
For protection and some warmth
But then, I hear the others scream and cheer
From each and every swimmer here
Money for charities we hold dear
We cheer and cheer
The mon-ey raised
Is very, very high
Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ahh
When a freezing cold water swim helps awaken the soul
Awaken the soul-oul
Awaken the soul
When a freezing cold water swim helps awakens the soul
In a most unusual way.
Contest - To The Tune Of Musicals Part One Poetry Contest
Song - A Spoonful of Sugar from Mary Poppins
Sponsor - Natasha L Scragg
Written - 28.12.21
There’s A New World Coming
I shall not allow the grip of grief to defeat me;
I shall accept her graciously—persevering,
bearing this child of love; and diversity
shall not split me from who and whose I am. Me.
Nor shall it cause me to scorn who and whose you are.
Adversity shall be as an egg shell
to the soles of my feet; and a wiping mat
there for; cleaner thereof.
The vast infinite universe is one in all its parts;
so are the mortal bodies of people-hood;
and we are the world; and the world us.
The flame of a new world beginning has been lit.
Over the horizon dawns love’s peace.
The hands of the clock of deliverance move forward.
There’s a new world coming.
Let's get this out front
I think I'm in love
With an angel who flies
In the sky high above
My protector, she guides
Or calls down when required
When the future gets tangled
Or perception gets mired
In the thicket of doubt
With it's grey spikey temptress
Angel gently release me;
From unnecessary distress
For my wandering life
Or my future, corrupted
With a laser like focus
Evil plans you've disrupted
Those mysterious voices
With felonious intent
Propaganda or fear
On distraction are bent
A dangerous flight-path
Is neutralised quickly
You're healing my heart
When it's troubled or sickly
Destiny Angel -
Here's my heart, you can keep it
I rely on your power to discern
As you see fit
Let me trust in the future
In you, I believe
As high in the heavens
You dance and you weave
A light laden tapestry
An angelic balm
Such heavenly presence
Of colour and calm
Oh restorative angel
You release me from fear
With a gentle persuasion
And your fore-sight so clear
As I wander unfettered
Through this life; go before me
My affection is clear, yet
Can I trust you'll adore me?
I know a young lady, her name is Lynn
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor, but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me, to remedy my plight
After all these decades, finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Lynn is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly, she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Doctor Lynn, this new doc of mine
...The trials of long centuries
are a form of Darwin, you see,
beating good ideas into shape,
until they serve society.
One mere idea one person has,
is rarely ever up to the task,
what works is what ideas survive,
that’s not something you can learn fast.
Does this mean we throw out the new,
and discourage all who explore?
Or course not, that one good idea
in the bunch will open new doors.
But it does mean that we all should
be wary when a person claims
that what they think will change the world,
odds are time will prove them insane.
But given time the good ideas,
the ones that really will help us,
will keep popping up to prove themselves,
bringing more benefit than loss.
Our doubt drowns out the bad ideas,
but is helpless against the good,
what works remains, what doesn’t falls,
and we just roll on as we should.
I saw Sting in the lobby this morning, we were going out and he was coming in. Lisa nudged me, “Sting” was all she whispered. He was with a woman and a man. The woman was talking to the doorman. Sting was dressed all in black except for a long stark-white cashmere scarf, he was chatting and working a dark-gray French-flat-cap around in his hands. His hair is very short and white.
We wanted to walk in the snow, if only for a minute.
A gust of wind caught us as we reached the sidewalk. The two American flags, on either side of the entrance, went rigid, at 9-o’clock as if saluting us. “Jeeez!” I said, like the Georgia girl I am - or was. “Don’t be a baby,” Lisa answered, like a true, pittyless New Yorker but her cheeks had turned a child-like pink. She flipped up her collar.
I patted my pocket, relieved to feel my phone and know that if we froze to death the authorities could use “find my friends” to locate our bodies.
Leeza joins us a moment later and I can’t help but notice that she’s dressed like it’s a cool fall day. Back in the day, when my brother would dress like summer even though temperatures in Georgia had dipped cruelly into the fifties. Seeing him, my mom would say, “Where there’s no sense, there’s no feeling,” but I don’t.
“Did you see Sting?” I asked Leeza (12). She gives me a blank look. “Sting”, I said, “the lead singer for The Police?” I add, as clarification. “I don’t know who that is,” she says flatly. “He was famous,” I say in surrender, “a long time ago, in the 90s.” Maybe the next generation won’t be as celebrity driven.
Thank God Lisa suggested I pin my artist-beret down or it would have blown away, like my resolve to walk in the snow. Still, I followed Lisa into the park like a cat on a leash - unwilling to be seen as any less Canadian. The show crunched like we were trampling over snow-cones.
Trees began turning away the wind as we entered Central Park, “I think we may survive.” I said cheerfully. Just because you're freezing to death doesn’t mean you can’t be ??affable.
Why don’t pigeons freeze to death - I thought birds flew south for the winter?
A new day, a new world, a new tomorrow
Shades of painted corners
face these inward fears
Now drenched in today’s worries,
as flat as the cornerstone of suffering
caught within boundaries along wasting moments,
crying blanket feelings,
pounding on the walls of despair
“leaving fist prints like so many discarded roses”
Calling out to the endless deafness
“Time it does not heal,
scars merely cut deeper”,
in echoes among the tapered distance
Fog engulfs the melody, slowly chasing
after poetic symphonies
playing from a southern direction
“vertical compass points from there to here”
Your weary hand trembles
violently as it reaches, pleads
where a monochrome sun sets,
beyond the chosen horizon
in heart shaped vistas and sweet tea landscapes
Trust grows in amber glowing beacons
waving banners of solitude
“free flowing fabric beckoning in longed for motions”
You force the stoic front door open,
creaking hinges scream, fears cup beneath your chest
Breathing in the stench of the past
but lured by the fragrance of the future
Where sorrow drowns in cascade pools,
pain hides where it can not be found
and he waits to lift you beyond the darkness
“and you find you have wings, safely within his opened arms”
Now floating towards a white picket gate,
swinging freely beneath the arbor,
once a collection of lattice work shadows, dark lines
on a desolate earth, now a tapestry
of blooms, woven among long dreamt dreams and
clover leaf wishes revealing a pathway
to the beginning of
“a new day, a new world, a new tomorrow”
3/22/17
Written for the New Day poetry contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron