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One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.
For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.
And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.
Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.
The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.
Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.
**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind
A lofty barren tree
deliberately reminisces
its sweet old memories,
whoops out of glee
"Maple shaped and light green
were my leaves, pristine and clean;
Preferred by plenty of butterflies
to laying symmetrical eggs
And the tangled bushy twigs
nesting places for birds small and big
Oh ho! The juvenile birds sang,
perching on contorted branches, they swung
Buzzing and pleasant odored
were my Colorful flowers;
That enthralled lovely bees and flies;
A visual treat to the eyes
And the sugar sweet berries
were more sweeter than cherries;
Savoured by hundreds of bats and birds
Oh! The bliss, I couldn't express through words!!!
Those were the good old days
Now no branches to sway
I feel barren and exhausted
None to embrace, everything is lost..."
Lamented a barren tree...
Suddenly a flock of birds
Occupies the twigs arid
Some sing, a few dances
And some do romance
These birds embrace the tree
And make her embrace glee again!!!
Now that's a great lesson the birds hum
"Don't forget where you came from"
October 12 2022
You can hear me reciting this poetry...
Here is the link...
https://youtu.be/VfU9pkJsbt8
Inspiration from the Emptiness Statue by sculptor Albert Gyorgy
the hole in my heart is ever growing
and yet, even heavier it seems to be
I wonder, is time ridiculing my knowing
should this vessel regret its’ destiny
the space life occupies, must be vacated
so in hope life passes on its' DNA
for all, the longest night moves on unabated
as the sounds of tomorrow, confront their today
I wandered, then walked with the light for a while
the presence sustained me, I knew no fear
I basked in the sunshine of a smile
sampling delights of rarefied atmosphere
but every journey, is full of fate it seems
pathways cross, until some reach that place
where today then steps out of their dreams
and peace is found in a mirrors’ grace
a man who was whole, said to me be true
to the spirit of believing, in what love can bring
if the beat of your heart, you let all view
then shall all hear what humanity can sing
but this vessel is now weary and aches
an inside losing its’ verve and vitality
seeing only a life of borrowing, that takes
the soul away from songs of humanity
history sees egos sourcing wars of wrath
and the throng emptying all life from the sea
who am I to rage against this chosen path
I am increasingly invisible to the carefree
and so here I sit, where I once stood tall
alone with memories of what once was
listening now for the longest night's call
but knowing I danced with the just because
GOD*
foremost
occupies top
priority in my life...
He's my faith's pinnacle
allowing me to exude serenity
in claiming triumph for reaching-
out pursuits, as my soul basks along blest
divine care, shielded by grace of hope's summit
wafting mercy --- grateful for reconciliation’s bliss
midst pardon's fulfillment from guilt... Now, my heart
cleansed from sin's wages, shares joy of eternal assurance
radiating victory, vibrantly worshipful sans doubt but anchored
by truth, freely soaring midst celestial liberty toward heavenly acme.
*Deuteronomy 6:5 And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
July 2, 2024
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 26" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 7/27/2024
For good foundations, one must excavate -
removing rocks or muck or sediment.
Without this process, how can one create
a solid base on an impediment?
“Build not on sand,” a Holy One once said.
(I paraphrase; I think you get the gist.)
Remove the dirt and grit inside your head.
You cannot have a good life if a tryst
with things immoral occupies your time.
Some habits too ingrained require a blast
to get them out! But even if some crime
has weighed you down, this need not have to last.
When things must go, imagine them as rocks,
and excavate those dreadful stumbling blocks.
July 3, 2021 for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest
sorry I keep making typos all the time!!
Cabbage Patch Kids Of North Korea
Most N. Koreans go to camp, Camp 22
365 days a year they stay
Eat 1 head of cabbage every day forever
They don’t need sun or play they say
Work occupies them
Children turn in their parents for some bread
Watch them tortured
When they die the children cry with joy
Wish they had more parents to sacrifice
To glorify the state for food
Cabbage is delicious with government approval
All children born in Camp 22 are killed at once
I guess you could say that is not very nice or much fun
But cabbage patch kids who do survive
Are permitted to eat a kernel of corn
From cow manure and work inside till they die
No less no more
It is a game of attrition not nutrition
But who are we to criticize
Camp 22 will survive
"Volume"
Up
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Stay" /Bowie
https://youtu.be/eGuu7NiALvo
Volume
noun,
a book forming part of a work or series;
a single book or a bound collection of printed sheets;
a scroll of parchment or papyrus containing written matter;
the amount of space that a substance or object occupies, or that is enclosed within a container;
quantity or power of sound; degree of loudness.
Up
https://www.google.com/search?q=up+define&rlz=1C1SQJL_enAU857AU857&oq=up+define&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l7.1594j0j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
take your pick. :) x
Station/Stations
https://www.lexico.com/definition/station
- specific.
Ducks Walk
Ducks walk
That’s what they do
It’s what they do when you‘re not there that’s scary
(Technically speaking they waddle but who cares)
Work occupies my every hour
Ducks can’t be tended to relentlessly
When morning turns away, turns a corner on reality
Ducks change their ways
They can’t be trusted
It starts with small things like the mail
They read it all but leave the bills
My checks went missing and then a sock
Rock formations in the kitchen said definitively
Something is wrong here and it’s not the fish
Naturally they left the dishes for my wife… to do
But absconded with my favorite watch
You know. The one with Mickey
The waters become murkier with each crime
Ducks walk. That’s what they do
Anyone can quack. What’s complicated in that?
Listen. Quack quack. Was that so hard?
And I don’t even have a bill
Hey! What happened to my car?
She sits undisturbed, never bothered or distracted by anything.
Up there and visible to all, she occupies everything that we can
see with our eyes; but she never lays claim to space, allowing all
the right of passage. She's teaching us the meaning of selflessness.
She sports the beautiful color of blue, but there's nothing blue about her.
That is to say that she is not blue because she is sad, nor because she is reflecting the blue oceans*. And she doesn't sing the blues, but rather shouts 24/7 the mighty praises of God. "The heavens declare the glory of God"**; and she's the first of three heavens. She makes no sounding shouts that we hear, but her creator hears her well. Not a day or second goes by that the open SKY isn't there. There's not a moment that she doesn't care. No matter which direction we look, or where on earth we may go; she is there for you and me. Everything moves up and down, through and around her, but she
is quiet and still. She is never closed to traffic, but always wide open with a kind welcome toward all. Like your dearest friend, or like my dearest maternal grandmother, 'she is always there'. That BIG SKY has never gone away, but has been there for us since creation, being created on the second day.***
072121PSCtest, Finding Your Muse, Regina McIntosh
*Contrary to popular belief, the sky does not look blue because it is reflecting the blue of the oceans. Longer light waves make up orange and red colors, and that light becomes visible at sunrise and sunset. The scattering of light off of molecules in the atmosphere creates a blue sky.
https://www.allthingsnature.org/what-causes-the-sky-to-look-blue.htm
**Psalm 19:1 NIV
***Gen, 1:6-9 NIV
Early sunrise, within the forest
A daily walk with mine eyes of rest.
Beneath rugged oak and pine tree's shade,
And the voice of nature's mirth play unafraid.
The spirit I inhale it occupies in space
As a cool breeze blows my hair across my face.
A dusty dirt road laced in crunchy wheat,
Red, yellow, and brown leaves my feet greet.
Shyly on soft earth shadow path quiver
And hastening heartbeat of cool blue river.
There, where nesting birds await safely,
In tall green and wither sedge blades safety.
Giving my heart to the verdant neighbor.
Taking pleasure, in earth's nurturing labor.
2/22/2022
A Lovely Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley