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We come to life with no great aim,
But step by step, our souls flame.
We crawl before we learn to walk.
We babble before we learn to talk.
We walk and make our first step,
With a lot of pain and a little help.
We make it then and start to run,
With too much love and too much fun.
But we are still with no great aims,
For life is still a bunch of games.
Then we grow up and pain begins,
And start to know of our sins.
We think we choose what we shall be,
But soon we change and start to see,
That we are made what we should be.
When we see that and stick to it,
We might succeed and make a hit.
Then we begin to set some goals,
Which will enrich our empty souls.
Yes hope springs eternal in the heart,
And brings us close to a head-start.
If goals are great, noble and high,
They will see light and soar so high.
So hitch your wagon to a star,
For greatness is just a step afar.
How slow can one eat one raisin?
How slow can one go?
A towheaded toddler sits cross-legged
Amidst his playroom with a raisin pinched
Between his forefinger and thumb, staring...
Raisins in handfuls...raisins in breads...
Raisins in muffins...raisins in holiday cakes...
Ever take more than one bite of a raisin?
Focus on that mini morsel:
A monumental mini mindful moment.
Focusing on a tiny thing can be big.
One raisin might sustain a guru, or you.
Could it be a portal to a new dimension?
Biting one raisin may open other worlds.
There are other sides to every story,
Even some coins have many faces.
Why we do things often defies
Reason and explanation...
And only rests in unbridled emotion.
Imagine now an 18th century regal, formal dinner:
Tuxedoed staff silently surrounds seated guests.
A kingly chap calmly sits amidst tinkling crystal.
Glittering, flittering, candled chandeliers glow...
In a tall, dark cornered, crown molded salon.
Flocked crimson medallion wallpaper in pattern...
Silver-haired, jewel-encrusted ladies adorn...
A triple tiered frosted cake - just for him.
Alone, stuffing his noble face - cheeks bulging...
Frosty globs creep from the corners of his royal lips.
Gorging himself, all that one could bare.
In the age of excess, some can't get enough.
Never ever taking only a bitty bite.
When is enough enough?
The awakened child within...
Teaches us many things.
If you can eat one raisin slowly...
You'll likely never yield
To inner abhorrent urges.
Always control your temper,
don't explode in fits of anger;
not all appreciate kindness.
There are a few good people
and there are lots of bad ones
with different moods and tones:
there are those who worry less,
all they do is fair and noble!
As cruelly as people react,
don't take on their madness;
the more irrational they act:
the greater is their foolishness!
It's not the age of saints,
too widespread is insanity;
don't expect true honesty:
sinners outnumber angels!
As cruelly as people react,
stop them cold in their tract;
let your gathered wisdom reveal:
that being wise is an arm of steel!
There's a tendency in some of us
to fall prey to the remorseless liars:
not understanding what's truly right,
not being aware of wrong conduct!
As cruelly as people react,
it can have a drastic impact;
judge them with a godly insight:
they will see your shiny light!
When compassion is not felt,
when evil replaces goodness
we honor darkness, not light;
so distant is forgiveness,
so pathetic is humanness!
Sword brashly drawn from scabbard
Gilded blade with a lucent polish lathered
Burnished to reflect the availing light on each side gathered
Conversely, deflecting the pious streams pharisaically blathered
Weapon-grade mind steeled to cut through the broad discourse
Sharp point piercing each tangled, silken strand; puncturing each uncorroborated source
Serrated edges slashing through the syntactical pulp so coarse
Double-edged blade mincing then scoring lexicon that generational divide did divorce
Vaunted crest advertising noble intentions
Brittle helmet to repel callous, vain repetitions
Dense breast plate to ensnare all heartless pretensions
Luminescent shield to deflect all trite inventions
Poets, let us always unite
in the most noble crusade...
to bring peace and beauty to life!
Scarcity is good for the economy
but very bad for the poor
who need great abundance...
To understand life well,
and to live it happily,
we need good practices and ideas...
It is very difficult for us to refuse
a good and happy life...
impossible to accept a good death...
MOON
She silvers me with pure love,
I refuse with embarrassment,
she is everyone and no one's...
Poet, a strange fellow...
he projects himself in the face of danger,
he walks on the edge of the abyss...
Poet, you are truly a stranger...
He cries a lot without feeling pain,
he smiles even when he loses a love!
I recall it, and my eyes pump water from deep within my soul; I have to pause and wipe the tears away before continuing to write.
Not far from Wrigley Field nearly 50 years ago; From a little college on the north side of Chicago; I graduated, following four years of very hard work. There was a Bible College, training kids for Christian ministry. I have many fond memories involving good and noble people.
I must site one of such memories, planted so deep inside my heart and mind. It is not the one where 'I froze' in my attempt at learning to preach and sermonize, and experienced no pain nor change of professional pursuit because my teacher and fellow classmates were so considerate and understanding. Nor was it the one where my history instructor, without realizing it, gave me a fresh sense of 'belonging', and reassured me that I had made the right choice of schools to pursue my education. No, it was the one where my theology professor and college president conducted a communion service for all the students.
The manner in which the ceremony was done would be forbidden in today's world because of health issues and concerns. I suppose that is the primary reason I so treasure the memory. On a particular day in a chapel service, as I recall, there were some 25 to 30 students present. We all broke bread from a 'common loaf' and drank grape juice from a 'common pitcher' with never a concern for health. Never since have I shared an experience of such 'common spiritual intimacy', nor expect to; but that treasured moment of 'family and communion' is forever sealed in my heart and soul.
11/4/17PSContest, From My Diary, BW, 10P
With voices raised in songs of ancient lore,
upon those hills our daffodils will sway.
With noble hearts their spirits will restore
as Wales with pride recalls St David’s Day.
The dragon’s tale is told in fields of green.
It speaks of leeks in Wales and toasts their name.
Its bravery and valour are both seen –
in town and country they will boast their fame.
Daffodils with noble hearts will sway.
Ah yes, they say, it is St David’s Day.
(Writing one for every 1 March, which is St David's Day; this, as my others are, was put on display for the month of March in Carmarthen Library in Wales, UK)
Here's a toast to you America on this glorious Fourth of July!
May the grand old flag, the emblem of our nation, ever wave on high!
As we toast your birthday, may we always keep in mind,
That you're the greatest nation ever established by humankind!
Here's to the stalwart patriots who endured the Revolution,
And to the resolute framers of our precious Constitution!
Here's to all those courageous Founders to whom so much is owed,
For creating our cherished liberties that we may remain unbowed!
Here's a toast to 'Honest Abe' who with steadfast resolve,
Triumphed over opposition that a united nation might evolve!
A toast to the pioneers as onward they relentlessly pressed,
To tame your virgin lands in their fearless westward quest!
Here's a toast to every soldier who has served this great nation,
For each has earned the title of 'The Greatest Generation'!
Here's to the common man who with skill and noble aspirations,
Helped you attain the title of 'The Greatest Of All Nations'!
A toast for welcoming to your shores the oppressed and weak;
You are a beacon of hope for this world and for that you are unique!
We honor you America and will ever hold high the red, white and blue.
Happy Birthday to you America! May God's grace ever shine on you!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
There are paradoxes , be assured
In life that must be confronted, not endured
If there is no conviction, don’t be lured
That a drink is well balanced and matured
Then you drink it expecting to be cured
But it leaves your imbalance and immaturity ensured
We think appreciation is all that’s worth having
Like we are only bound to receiving
From whence cometh the giving
That we all await with our appetite for taking
While the greatest nations are not withholding
And their hand that giveth always suffices for a blessing
Who said there was a title like “Honorable”
I thought it was a trait that was measurable
Selfless and unconditional service as is fathomable
Being an example and symbol of all that is noble
Making a teachable legacy probable
Showing all the good that is possible
They say that I speak to chastise
But I wonder how they watch sunrise by sunrise
Yet they fail to realize
That a timely action today will save us time’s reprise
Bringing pleasure to our eyes
As we watch while adversity dies