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Leaves a fall in rain
And pile one on another,
Rain as if beats rain.
….
Two hands do when clap,
Silence overlaps with one,
Peaceful in the lap.
….
Parents give a face
And body to the faceless,
To soul still where’s face?
….
We parted long ere,
Eons have passed ever since,
We’re still together,
And not a moment
Separated us ever,
Not a stray instant.
All day long sans let,
Facing are we each other,
Yet, we’ve never met.
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Haiku |19.02.2025| irony, poetry, spiritual
Note: ‘Rain as if beat rain’ sounds quite paradoxical. But on deep thinking it is not. Two hands can clap. One hand in the lap, peace overlaps. One’s pre-birth face, and others. But this is how Zen Buddhists (the word Zen derived from Sanskrit Dhyan) used to express their mystical experience in riddles called koan (from Kena Upanishad). Later on, these were derived as poetic expressions that reached perfection as haiku.
if a river of blood united us as one,
what would we do with what we used to be
we spend so much energy trying to be our individual changes that we forget what was there
that introduction that was water to the fertilized ground of the art has been in a dry spell for
aeons
what do we do with the dusty, cobwebbed symbolism
do we fold it up, put it in a bottle and toss it in a body of water
shall we have so much sex that the sticky foundation overlaps the pureness
do we poison our beautiful basis with words of acid mixed with cyanide
there once was a flower so gentle to the touch
now it is cacti so coarse to our blind eyes
now we are weary and devoid of any type of feeling or emotion
even the best counsellor will need a counsellor
we submit and succumb to our stubbornness and our staunch refusal to bend or break
as a result we simply exist as another bright example of a hoaxed appearance
the blood continues to trickle as we constantly collect the ice
Pending next droplet, drip mirror spherical
Rolls speedily down leaf spine, drops sluggish
Earth splatter tsunami sends ants hysterical
Stunned dusk undergrowth inherits lush nourish
Urge pink ibis mini flamingoes fossick forage
Monstera nod, almond gaps dim heliotrope
Panther threads trunks, slinky seeker of prey
Teeming technicolor butterfly kaleidoscope
Ulysses sheen self propelled pages paraded
Overtly elated to give and receive nil sage
Umbrella edges bend, rotund umbra worms
Squirm in church of curving purple steeples
Polished olive flags flap, dancefloor foliage
Rune scribes in immaculate symbiotic terms
Accord overlaps then parts, calm sequence
Your forest of frolic pays hedonism homage
Excused from the mantra of hot fate frighten
Rain redeems rotted logs in soft moss christen
Scintillating hinterland halcyon happy village
Twenty Second of October
Two Sides to every Story
The rubber band land, short and long,
thick and thin elastic stretch pull along;
it's pulled, it's pushed, poked and often touched,
it gives, it takes, it's prod and plucked,
flicked back and forth, twisted and torqued,
stroked and brushed;
it rolls, it folds, it overlaps,
it slips, it slides, it even bends back;
used, abused, misused and used again,
it continues to forgive, renew and bend;
then one day, unseen and brave
the elasticity begins to slowly slip away.
Hard as it tries
it's stretched beyond its ply
it elongates and begins to show its cracks,
it lacks the will and desire to slip back;
the strand inched out beyond its original limb
having given all its giving;
nothing left to retrieve
no final last reprieve;
no more give, all taken
that final straw now breaking.
The band now laid to waste
with a search for another to take its place
but for some there is no counterpart
their existence is a singularity of art
like the land upon the earth
once flowed lush and green from birth
erased by the human seed
and his all consuming greed.
Devotion Poem, The Black Dahlias
This morning, for a time, you seemed
To have disappeared. I called out to you
From my bed, but the words
Must have been consumed into mute syllables,
For any answering voice, if there was one, was not yours.
I asked the angels to go search for you
And soon they found the traces of your footsteps
Entering into the valley of the black dahlias, where those
Flowers in that valley loom thick, and overlong in season.
You must have entered the black dahlias valley
With some fear, for I am certain you felt unsure
About the consequences of treading
On beauty — wouldn’t some measure of suffering
Follow such an act? And who,
But perhaps the Lord himself
Defines the scope of beauty and
Could mark any count of its maiming?
Did you soon regret your stepping away
And your quick journey into that valley?
Did you then pull up to a questioning halt — having as yet
Sacrificed nothing — and spun around
Wondering how to safely retreat?
The uncountable burgundy/black petals of the dahlias
So closely pack the valley, all their growing
Overlaps, eliminating any sight of the earth.
The black dahlias impressed their image over centuries as
Symbolic of beauty and betrayal, much as
Humanity has done in overseeing its charge of our planet...
And we set our eyes to scan for viable paths
To green, fertile plains anywhere surrounding.
We try to gently reverse and re-claim, to
Over-cross the further striking of beauty.
But, this requires acts of going forth — beyond
Just dreaming or wishing: in the work for now and
New generations of new seeing and clear actions.
Your own return from the valley of the black dahlias,
Struck both our souls. The peace of returning
And the acts of new creation are
As reconcilable as heaven’s full plan for all life here.
While for us, there is no parting, no leaving. Our love
Travels the full labyrinths of the imbued
Patterns of the cosmic kingdom.
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(C) sally Young eslinger10/15/2020
Thanks be to God!
leaves are still falling
out of my bed i am crawling
if a smile was a dictionary,
it would have a scent of mahogany and amber
peacefully i admire the blessing of a view
that i thought i would never see because of the blue hue
as i go out on the screened in patio
a deer watches me closely as it dines on the grass
the medium, windy breeze accentuates the feeling of the vibe
the overall totality of it breathes the Oxygen of God's Smile
i think about the beats of my heart,
which overlaps any recurring thoughts of my personal struggles
i then get lost again in the falling leaves of brown
how in the world can i feel down
uplifted, my bladder reminds me that it is not awake as well
my stomach then growls with a light, but knowing expressiveness at what is about to come
though past losses changed the feeling of this day in me
the warmth of the memories of the Lost and Fallen will AllWays Stay In Me
though nontraditional i currently am
not an awful attitude will be had, nor will a door unnecessarily slam
as the Blessing of The Sprits Breathe Life and Beauty on This Day of Thanks
eliminated from the essence of Me are nos, won'ts, nots, and aint's
my mindstate in the Right Frame to Claim
Positivity and Its Strides is the Main Aim of My Game
the sun is shining
i am smiling it up instead of whining
I Give Thanks and Praise no matter what i do or where I am dining
Well today I find myself stretching again
Passed tests trials and wicked heart men
Playing games on courts
Who me no door
Shuts close with no reason
Freedom comes in season
Time gains its now
Hope despair somehow
Catches up with lost time
Almost lost the mind
Sandy winds in eyes
Differently to cry
Tears of joy to die
Old life renewed
All the reason to choose
Team won without rules
This dude thought slick was slick memo
Producer with no demo
Riding tires without a limo
Stage with out bingo
Won with out a song
Hidden revealed who won
Sitting in the audience tables have crumbs
Snatcher and catchers
ballplayers flipped done
First place without a stump
Hills with no humps
Helicopters blades with days
News casters who lie trilogy
Rain passed storms windy chilly
Seasons have reasons
Maps have overlaps
But people insecure run miles with no crap
Tell tales and stories with lies
Promises made with goodbyes
Pimping Easy prostitute pushed down made to cry
Die deaths streets with beats
Undercover paid service with creeps
Heep down with locks too
Blurred Lines tell lies too
Who wrote Gaye lines paid lines have paid too
Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.
We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy fingers seeking solutions alone.
Though the more we worry them,
the tighter the fibers cling together,
defeating our efforts with every turn.
The working ends unhitched and hidden,
Knots impossible to untie without another;
Desperate, we seek the means to unset
the tightened rounds of coil.
We need only look up from our lonely struggle,
Unhand the ties and trice up munitions,
In favor of a more effective weapon,
for a prize worth more than any puzzle.
Love is the sword that cuts,
The foil to Gordius' grateful gift,
The force that frees us from the knots
that bind us alone in despair.
Love is the lens that exposes the path,
To unraveling the tangled mess,
To bearing witness to the holism of loops
and eyes along the same length of rope.
Love alone is the key that unlocks
The secrets of the tightly-wound tangle,
Revealing the pattern of the overlaps
and the beauty of the intermingled angles.
With love as our scope, we can maneuver
Through the maze of twists and turns,
Unleashing joys and embracing the weight
of the lessons we learn as the bind slowly burns.
Through patience and kindness, we can loosen
The strands that have wound us so tightly,
Embracing the challenge and refusing to choose
the path of ire or slacking down without a fight.
So let us unravel the knot with hearts ablaze
And together minds set on finding the way,
With love as our sword and our site and our hope,
we can unravel the rigging and seize hold of the day.
Trapped in captivity
Stirred up in vanity
Your memory overlaps my own
Hello, hello, hello
Is it the wrong time to speak to me?
Hello, hello, hello
How are you doing lately?
I will listen up!
Hello, hello, hello
Is it the wrong time to speak to you?
Hello, hello, hello
I know some of the things you’ve been through
But, not all...I can’t unfortunately
Give me a call...you’re loved unconditionally
Before your free-fall...you grow so graciously
Give me a call...you’re loved unconditionally
I will listen up!
The moment you hung up the phone
I’ve been low and then so high
You traded me with someone new, can’t deny
Hello, hello, hello
Is it the wrong time to speak to me?
Hello, hello, hello
How are you doing lately?
I will listen up!
Hello, hello, hello
Is it the wrong time to speak to you?
Hello, hello, hello
I know some of the things you’ve been through
But, not all...I can’t unfortunately
Give me a call...you’re loved unconditionally
Before your free-fall...you grow so graciously
Give me a call...you’re loved unconditionally
I will listen up!
Snapped in rebelliousness
Unsure of the consequences
Your heartbeat mends my own
Hello, hello, hello
Is it the wrong time to speak to me?
Hello, hello, hello
How are you doing lately?
I will listen up!
Hello, hello, hello
Is it the wrong time to speak to you?
Hello, hello, hello
I know some of the things you’ve been through
But, not all...I can’t unfortunately
Give me a call...you’re loved unconditionally
Before your free-fall...you grow so graciously
Give me a call...you’re loved unconditionally
I will listen up!
The moment you sung your melody all alone,
I’ve been low and then so high on my own
Our love - it is so unbearable
Our love - it is so unstable
Look towards Above
His love - listen up, my love...listen up, my love
You’re my lover so divine...looking so fine...
You’re like a captive dove that I’ve dreamt of - It must’ve been some sort of serene sign
My fellow pilgrims on life’s path,
I greet you here today
To share a tale of gratitude
For help along our way.
Our best route is the straightest path,
And narrow from the gate.
But most of us went crashing through
As though we couldn’t wait
To see the things in store for us,
The sights that life would bring,
Not knowing that the track is steep
And dangers wait to sting.
A plethora of vistas wait
For those with eyes to see
But fog can sometimes block our view
As daylight starts to flee.
It’s in these dark and tricky parts
Where angels come to play,
With lanterns born above their gaze
To light the hidden way.
And when we pass beyond their light,
Another’s overlaps,
Until we’ve reached the sun again
And crossed the risky gaps.
These angels are but humble souls;
A neighbor down the road
Who walks their path with righteous steps,
And shoulders others’ load.
God bless these lantern bearers!
Without them I’d be lost
And never find my way back home
Despite the distance crossed.