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"Life must be a preparation for a transition to another dimension"
Terrence McKenna
We’re told it’s an event but it’s really a process
That it all flashes before us the moment we die
If that is true then I die daily
Track with me please as I egress
I’ve done the homework and the flashes lie
Despite their intentions, however gaily
And what of a moment or what is a day
Have they ever existed anyway
Man-made gizmos to help us reset
A thing we chose for which we regret
Or an unkind deed we’d hoped you’d excuse
Nay, manifest sperms from a younger man’s muse
I’ve ne’er been clobbered over the head
Nor slowly digested by a cancer bed.
Just too much time ingesting life’s ****
Avoiding the high road as the cadence said
When you my good man were born
You joined the army of the marching dead
Sacred and sordid private vignettes
Pass my sight as on display
for my review, soldiers from another day
Eyes dripping with future regrets
They’re too damn familial to let me see
My father’s carcass laid in-state in side of me
Serendipidies, Synchronicities, one way flights
Fortunes traded for stronger nights
Fair turned foul and foul trumped fair
Angels and devils dance side by side
Naked and primal to an ancient aire.
Passion and convention kibitz and collide
When there was no God upon my breath
When I hooked up with Lady Macbeth
Ceasing to be I still existed
Duly seduced by the good witch’s whispers
No epilogue in a comedy of manners
The plot became kitsch but so it persisted
Days will come when you’ll put it on paper
Sweating your numbers and so obsess
You soon start surfing on a yestertide
Their breath can reek of a lecherous vapor
And their flashes are but a vapor’s caress
Yet you, like me have survived
each day that you’ve died
SONG OF HOPE
Verse I Eternal power cascades to pour down
Hold that energy as your crown.
. Awakened life transparent nice
Bright luminous through sacrifice.
Verse 2 Take lessons from adversity.
Ruthless trouble shows no pity
your sacred nectar emissions
bringing success on your missions
Chorus Start fearless song on good missions
Destroy doubts and all confusions
Honest thoughts to make decisions
Proceed dauntless with orison.
Verse 3 Earnest devotion on day and night
Make quest for goal in delight.
Overcome all dullness and darkness.
Chase away fatigue and obsess.
Verse 4 At the end, waiting victory
to greet with triumph and glory
Death or demise on transition
to achieve reincarnation
Chorus Start fearless song on good missions
Destroy doubts and all confusions
Honest thoughts to make decisions
Proceed dauntless with orison.
07/30/20
'A Song of Hope' Contest by John Hamilton
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You hear it all the time these days,
people talk of communities,
but then when you heard what they say
you can’t help but think it’s funny,
they don’t talk of where people live,
or of neighbors getting along,
it’s obvious that the lefties
are getting ‘community’ wrong.
They speak of the ‘black’ community,
and rail about it all the time,
as if somehow your skin pigment
means you all have a common mind,
That if two people with dark tints
are seen out walking down the street,
that they must have something in common,
how else could it be ‘community?’
But that one guy is a doctor,
grew up middle class in a suburb,
and is quite obsessed with Star Wars,
and other stuff favored by nerds.
The other one’s a drug addict,
a sob-story clipped from the news,
he grew up without a father,
he grew up beaten and abused.
Do they go to secret meetings
with other people of dark shades?
Do they agree on what to believe,
or even live in the same state?
I think they are just two people,
different as two people can be,
the fact that their skin tones are close
doesn’t make them ‘community.’
They speak of the ‘gay’ community,
and obsess of that three percent,
as if there’s some great unity,
amongst ranks of gents who like gents.
But again the same fact comes up,
when you look at a person gay,
really, do any two of them
ever at or think the same way?
I’ve met gay men so flamboyant
you would think them a stereotype,
and others who love beer and sports,
normal guys, just different at night.
I’ve seen lesbians so masculine
they can out-bro the broest frats,
and fashionable ‘gay’ women
who dabble, then to men go back.
Am I to think all these people
can be rolled up in one lump sum?
That they care more for other gays
then for family, or straight loved ones?
I do not think it works like that,
the whole notion just leaves one vexed,
gayness isn’t a 'community,'
it’s just a fondness for the same sex...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.
While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch.
I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards.
There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air.
Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses,
and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday.
I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done.
When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day,
he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside.
Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early?
But soon enough, I was back to happiness.
I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see.
Shall we wax poetic?
I’m like the sea, always restless
and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort.
I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances,
I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking,
I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’
Let them whisper me freakish
though I win a thousand crowns,
the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid,
to finish the commission first and be the best.
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Songs for this:
Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths
Let Me Go by CAKE
June 04, 2024 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Thrilling explorations enlivened with adventure,
As my soul longs for a most special blue venture.
The indulgent warmth of the sun revitalized me,
Once having landed in this paradisiacal arcady.
Palm twigs drift in a gentle breeze,
Infinite stretches of exquisite white sand seas.
Crystal-clear waters define a sapphire-sand idyll,
Archipelago of high-quality atoll and island tidal.
The locals saluted me with such a wide smile,
Their warmth and compassion are a lifestyle.
Finding heaven filled me with immense pride,
Embraced by the breathtaking scenery to abide.
Weeks turned into months, and days went away,
As I danced beneath the sky, I felt freed to sway.
However, an enormous urge sprang from inside,
For the sake of my native nation and kin pride.
I finally reached a choice as time passed,
I started to obsess over my house, never stashed.
The island, however, will stay in my mind,
I retain them as a spiritual treasure left behind.
Is karma, fate, or even healthy food
the secret to my longevity?
I'm totally, or partly convinced
of these enough to obsess me;
I owe myself for the care I take of myself,
to whom should I be grateful...
if not to the Eternal God
who has seen in me no greed, envy, or bluff!
I can rest assured that no harm will come to me,
giving concrete credence to His existence and dispute
the illusory credibility that others impose on me;
my integrity remains intact, I don't turn into a brute!
I'm driven by faith the way a chariot is driven by horses
that won't halt unless an imminent danger looms ahead;
the angelic realm is very real: I was spared numerous times,
I felt angels' arms pick me up safely and my body was shielded!
To whom should I be grateful,
if not to the Eternal God
who has been my armor and shield,
when menacing mouths shouted threats and obscenities;
and tried to inflict pain and sling spears...
ah, they failed because I had the same strategy as Saul!
What is Success
Is it being selfless
Even during moments of duress
Where I don’t try to impress
Or those times where I don’t make a mess
Which is often I confess
For wisdom I don’t profess
These thoughts coalesce
In my mind like a fortress
Sometimes seemingly useless
Difficult to access
During moments of stress
Or worry in excess
Do they reveal my lack of classiness
Or skills at chess
Over which I obsess
Is it about the way I dress
Or a life lacking fullness
Without much to bless
Shame arrives during idleness or
After periods where I am win less
It is these I try to suppress
My parents believe I am aimless
But still show their fondness
And support with kindness
My life at times senseless
Revealing all this is just a guess
So I egress
Andreas Simic©
I am sending you this letter ...
for as you know my journey has been happy and bitter
and though my heart has been shattered I am a fighter
I want you to know that I will always be a poem writer
and it is okay that my ghosts will ever chatter and mutter
oh, my coming years will be the best and will matter
I am in a serene and tranquil space and place
and I realize that life is not a race so I will slow my pace
you will see me growing in the future in grace and faith
if I should leave for Heaven I pray my poetry leaves a trace
and my plan is to take all this life offers and embrace
I have a collection of wonderful friends
and over the coming years this love will only transcend
I plan to keep and gather more friends until my life ends
of course there may be upsets but we will make amends
and my loyalty for them and them for me we will defend
I am taking care of my health
and plan to always be my best self
and I want you to know I do not care if I have wealth
I can have utter happiness just being myself
I will not obsess on where my future self goes
but will continue to write my life and woes
and when it is my time to forever repose
leave on my grave a red rose
In ending, I want you to know that my life is precious
and even when I am old and frail I will keep my essence
Sincerely _
Me from the here and now
___________________
September 20, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Dear Future Self
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1390-059-20
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Letter To My Future Self
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 10/16/2021
First Place
Poem of the Week September 26, 2021
We always say that we have plenty of time,
plenty of time to enjoy our life, to do this or that
truth is we do not know how much time we truly possess
When we are young, time means nothing and we wish it away
we want it to fly, we want to be older, we think, we obsess
before we can comprehend, its over, it is gone in a blink
When you get older you understand time is everything.
you sit and pray for more time, you wish you had not wished it away
you wish you had not gotten older, you dream of a younger you
you wish you had made time to give time it's value
but time just continues on; and before we know it, our time is gone.
What remains is the regretful sorrow of the things we left
for the tomorrows of tomorrow; the things we didn't say,
the times we didn't treasure. the minutes, the hours,
the days we didn't cherish, the chances we didn't take
the relationships we were afraid to have,
and the decisions we waited too long to make.
Live my friends as if every moment were your last
be kind and loving to yourself and everyone you come upon
for time is but a fleeting gift, and tomorrow may never come.
Humor, O humor, you bring us delight
With your wit and your charm, you shine so bright
You can turn a frown into a grin
And make us forget the troubles we're in
From slapstick to satire, you come in all forms
You can make us laugh with your whimsical norms
You tickle our funny bone and ease our stress
And make us forget all the things we obsess
You can be clever, or silly, or absurd
And leave us in stitches, that's for sure
You can make us see the world in a new light
And lift us up when we're feeling uptight
You can be dry, or dark, or even crude
And still bring us joy with your playful mood
You help us cope with life's challenges and pains
And give us the strength to start again
So here's to you, humor, you bring us such cheer
Your magic is real, and that's quite clear
You help us connect with our fellow man
And make us appreciate the laughter in our plan
So let us embrace you, with all of our heart
And let your joyousness never depart
For you are the light that guides us through the night
And makes everything in this world just right