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What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.
Days sneak up on the sleeper,
Either anticipated, or scorned
To the pessimist, they are dwindling,
And to the bright eye—they carry on beyond our selfish minds
Upon the wakened dreamer,
Days draw on in a smiley haze,
Keeping one buoyantly bouncing inward
Outnumbered and overlooked—he is opulently occupied elsewhere
To the seeker of truth,
Ancient, though ageless are the days before him
Crouching along the edge of tomorrow—seeking always more…
As days billow like robes cooling long-trod legs gainst the Eastern sun
And to the beasts and birds,
Feathers, claws, snout, muscle and bone— all harmonize
Instinct and passionate drive hurling precious life onward,
Their days meander freely, like knowing feet on familiar ground
For the contest “Days”
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.
Attired in red and blue of simple elegance
Glorious style augments swirling excellence
Left arm risen high points gracious eminence
Finger tips lift vivid attire in quiet eloquence.
Golden bangles adorn wrists flirting in stare
A lone yellow flower crowns her silky hair
Folded right arm obstructs in a defiant dare
Index finger hides grief, eyes closed in prayer.
Head turned right, arched with sculpted flair
Tense neck muscles manifest muted despair
Open fingers gesture a stealth grievous flare
Air of intellectual grandeur opulently glares.
Ponder why the painter didn't show her eyes
Discover invisible pain vibrant colors disguise
Beneath the splendor lies a hidden surprise
Cultural dance-music echoes her silent cries.
September 22, 2017
Placed 1st:Poems that paint a picture
Painter: Anna Razumovskaya
Sponsor: Silent One
HM: Strand choice U contest by Brian Strand
The sky ironed out n da' morning divine
On a November day cold
Celestial rainbows born of peeping sunshine
Cloud dreams rush past unrolled
Under the bare leafless trees
Masqueraded hard to see
A bird lands on a branch'y trapeze
Whilst' a gusting humming bird laughs elusively
Yet in that moment prevue
A sparkle of butterflies at glance
Capturing shades of yellow and warm blue
As treetops sway to the wind of dance
A secret life in the windy air
Sultry skies in hues of grey and white
At the moment birds n' butterflies scare
The whole time sky cracking in sight
Pleading in chilly branches above
Whilst autumn boom rumble laughs merrily
Birds n' butterflies lying determinedly in love
O' plunder n' thunder strike with golden symphony
Autumn now sways in aquamarine streaks
Spreading opulently past the stars
As the night revolves the sound of birdland shrieks
End of rainbow, yonder far
How beautiful and infinite is His Universe,
small gleaming stars in a restless, frantic dance;
while moonlight softly shimmers with a silver glow!
Good angels do not hide, they are always present;
hear their fluttering wings announce a blessed event;
why fear darkness and silence, if they are close by?
Be their friend and ask them to come along,
they will certainly listen and join you in song;
God will smile seeing such a harmonic union!
On deserted paths illuminated by moonbeams,
you'll be as safe as in daylight under big trees;
no owl frightens anyone with a happy coo!
A hidden beauty can also be seen at night,
watch luminous fireflies and stars blend to delight;
He had a definite purpose for everything!
Some never stare at the Heavens, they're ungrateful...
they deny the existence of the Eternal;
I exult Him with songs and thoughts of gratefulness!
How beautiful and Infinite is His universe,
so opulently it shows its awesome brilliance;
look at stars, find joy in them...praise God evermore!
The glimmering sheen of ambers and golds opulently carpet the floor
For as far as the eye can see, the metallics delicately lace through the lane
Creating crisp autumnal scenes of ethereal imagery captured in time
The magical sight of the glistening stardust, evocative of the cooling of air
The breath taking spectacular; in all of it's glory
A visionary light that comes once in a year
Crystalline pools in the veins of the leaves, tracing the channels where the water once flowed
Fragile fractures, as the parched leaves decay and return to the earth where their magic resumes
A whole year awaits as we patiently pray for the sweet annual return of the stardust on autumn leaves
Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
Every breath of life, each new day
From sunrise-to-sunset, ascends with a light ray
As sunset settles below the horizon astray
Then evening comes, sparkles dance in the moonlight
Hush hours make us whole, afresh with delight
In the darkness, alive once more tonight
The moon fade away
Blurring into dim, another sparkle display
For a fresh out of the box new day
In each new day, trust, rises with shine faithfully
Sparkles all that is, smiling gracefully
And nature rises, spreading opulently 'n majestically
Day and night - radiant shines with all that power
Inside its own hiding shadows, in this glorious hour
That fills the soul with heavenly power
An aliveness announcing angels,
Beyond beautiful bliss,
Clarifying clearly
Disastrously dynamic diminished-hexaverses,
Eagerly, enthusiastically
Finding fanatical futuristic free-verse
Gyrations guzzling
Haphazardly, happy haiku
Illustrating Images
Jubilantly jiving, juicy
Kindred kindness
Luxuriously languishing
Mystically, magically, memorably
Nimble notations
Opulently
Persuasively, poetically
Quirkily,
Relishing Rhymes.
Succulent, sassy, sensuous
Tangerine Tango-like tankas,
Understandably undecided
Vexingly verifying
Wonderful, wild,
‘xcitingly ‘xhibiting
zany, zealous, zestful Z.
Precious the creation of each blade of grass
with wanton destruction how long can they last
like showers carried on the cycles of wind
knowledge is traded for gold in the end
every molecule that exists is part of the whole
without his consciousness mans without soul
the threads of life display unequaled beauty
to protect and preserve is more than a duty
Guardians entrusted with care of the earth
a failure of many to see what thats worth
the voice of our actions how we are living
that is the testimony whose service we're giving
Twas Love that gave our fathers birth
that wove the filaments of our earth
who laid the circuits of our skies
with knowledge made his children wise
With careful thought designed where we would live
the precious abode that to your children give
nearly infinite the habitations given to explore
a desire within for learning so very much more
Flowers so deep in the desert blooms
small decorations in so numerous rooms
opulently have you adorned our planet
many are those who think you have not planned it
With fire and ice welded the universe
the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts
mankind has named them like their gods
false stories that each millenia frauds
each pattern contains the steps of a dance
to intricate to have arrived merely by chance
attempt we to trace the flash of beginning
seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending
offered you have days of pleasure endless
infinite life and resurrection of those we miss
the very creation and its distribution of wealth
bountiful resources and with perfect health
how could I not before your promise kneel
when you have offered our beings to heal
where imperfection is turned into grace
and all of our offenses you will efface
before your people I will you extol
the first and the last who gives us control
I rest my soul in the course you have set
because my happiness you will never forget
sources psalm , prophets and the gospels
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