Long Paradigm Poems
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Ubuntu
P andemonium the polymorph perverse un-reflected paradigm of our time casts
A narchy tumultuous turmoil killing sprees beheadings senseless hatred and results from
N ihilistic never-ending bombing wars hatred colonisation kills for money oil and land
D istinct in death demise and depravation dogma causes hunger poverty disembowelled
E ntrails blood and gore splashed for the highest bidder of murdering virtue and emotion
M oulding peace with weapons is like having sex for virginity so stuff some flowers in guns
O nly nuances of push and near extinct pull away from total insane annihilation’s madness
N ests and nurtures compassion communal sharing un-consumerist tradition
In kindergartens schools and homesteads sporting fields of lived experience in
U niversities higher learning centres TEACH ‘Ubuntu’ Nguni Bantu human kindness
M ake love not war with heart and soul and refuse to be abused in pandemonium
27th July 2016
On my meandering lonesome journey in July
across the greening wasteland,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with flowering saplings,
bursting with color spectrum,
the shutter of my mind opens.
The receptive film of sensuality
captures the captivating collage
with the sublime snapshots of beauty.
For the maneuvered inducement
of the passionate living,
enwrapped by the pale shroud of desolation,
defined by the transmuting tenets
of titular uniqueness,
configuring the personified kaleidoscopic identity,
I tie the knots of ebullient emotions,
dye these with the color mélange of life.
The metamorphosis creates an adorned me,
an individuality in harmony
with the altered essence,
completes the lattice of self-expression,
the paradigm of self-inspired design shift.
AMIDST THE LAND
freedom is
brandished
a
given right
which fell into despair
& yet
responded
with answers
relished
bolstered
in a grand display
&
with flair & debate
& yet a great disdain
was to be
its aftermath
excelled in a show
so mangled in deceit
& yet
conducive
to the source
yielded
&begins to grow
patiently
awaiting
the bittersweet
paradigm
beneath a veil
which
every eye must see
in the sky
drifting
on the wind
to extol&
let begin
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Colonized by pride
Admonished against downfall pain
My heart agonizes --- finding love's freedom...
Persevering to be liberated from gripping arrogance
Mind of paradigm-shift takes a look at this warning sign
“Beware of a lurking great fatal stride.”
While admitting angst as a boastful prisoner
In meekness, I seek divine guidance midst prayer...
Conquering vain haughtiness, smitten by grace and mercy.
Midst sobriety, I repent from projecting false humility
Hiding shaky fortitude upon timidity’s pretense
With faith in God* of triumphant bliss, marked by grateful praise.
*Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him."
August 11, 2024
2nd place, "Colonization" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 2/16/2025
Fairy tales and love stories
Each has a beginning
Each has an ending,
but our love~ an endless story
I don't know where to start.
Paintings in varied forms~
from abstracts to impressionisms,
I've seen them all in galleries,
museums and ancient walls;
So I tried to sketch your paradigm
and sculpted it in the clouds,
But I, I couldn't make an obra
that will depict unspoken longings
to see you one more time.
Sunsets and dawns~
I've witnessed them thousand times
with the birds and the trees;
The pleasure they bring
no matter how sublime
can't appease my loneliness without you.
My love, I miss you so much~
and so I write this poem.
October 11, 2020
Our lives center around love, dreams and a common wish to be forever surrounded by happy (and for the poet, poetic) themes. Just close your eyes and set yourself free! Escape to that place where Light & Happiness unites with Love & Eternity. A meeting that can only take place when you flee the social confinements this world and our society often impose. Look forward to a happiness that is within your power to create-- Be the master of your own destiny!
A bird of hope and love takes flight, and with it dreams can soar to an even greater height. Where there is a will there is a way, for love to finally stay. Although it might have journeyed far and wide, its wings never saw rest, yearning for its true loving nest. The place where fidelity exists, because love persists. A place where bonds of affection remain unbroken and a lifetime of happiness is all that's spoken. And all that remains for us to do is choose--choose to pursue that path of flight, where truth and friendship never fight. Then, and only then, will you find your days in this world to be filled with calm and serenity and a Great Light---The Light With No End!
>>>>>These words you write
>>>>>>>>are burning real bright
>>>>>>>>>>like birds flying at night
>>>>>>>>>>>>>maybe doves, all white
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>as they attract this light
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>falling from this height
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and enhancing my sight
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>knowledge with might
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>perceive what's right
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>sadness can take flight
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>and forgetting my plight
>>>>>>>A HUMAN BEING >>>>>>>>>>>no longer feeling contrite
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>my nerves are now tight
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>to continue with this fight
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>now gone is this, my spite
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>making my feelings sprite
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>with your true kindness
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>my heart did you smite
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>giving me renewed might
>>>>>>>>>>>>>to be forever in your site
>>>>>>>>>>>your loving, shining knight
>>>>>>>>protecting you each night
>>>>>>holding you ever so tight
Four hours till the drop time is standing still
As I mentally prepare myself gotta watch for the cops
I hear the spirit still
Baby we could be like the fox and the hound
Because let's be honest it's no fun playing with yourself
Baby no hard feelings I wish you well
I ain't got a red hand to be caught
Let me fly or give me death
Feel the ripples echo through your heart
Hia-chop! I caught you through trickery
Initially, your heart beats on this side of the mysterious
Positionally, the Lord still Loves me uncoditionally
Cherry Terror Blanco Vendetta
I evolve Orange Cinderella
As planets revolve Djins suffer disadvantages
I'm an Apache man
You better study close the dynamics involved
I'm bigger than ballistic test in a field exam
I come in Cannons!
I'm facing giants, demons the size of dinosaurs
there goes a T-Rex and a Terror Taurus
And I'm the asteroid headed for their ass
Welcome to my paradigm
As I take you on a stroll through paradise
Where survival is a picnic of 51 ideas
I was thinking maybe we could get our heads together on some night
Because 2 swords are better than 1
Don't you think that is right?
SYMBOLS OF SUNDAY
The Ille de Grande Jatte sans noise
filled with poise,a posie-in-paint.This
divisionist dog-day,a second of time
frozen in mime;a slow-motion frame
of a social game.The Seine sleeping
sailors boating,youngsters rowing
a lady fishing.trumpeter trilling,dogs
sniffing midst sunshades swishing.
A promenade peopled,gentility
strolling,watching,then,standing
still,and,taking their fill.A leisured
moment from toil,passitivity
possessed dressed yellow,orange
with green and complementary blue
A POINT TO MAKE
Points, to make a point
expressions by impressions,
lots and lots of dots a
paradigm in paint, impressionist
it ‘aint.Unique yes, inanimate
I guess, poetic proportionate
pictorial pointillistic perhaps,
our eye fills in the gaps.
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Tell Me -Who Do You Say That I Am?
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Word
First voice to enlighten creation’s realms
Word of prophet’s words from mystic mystery runes
Prophecy and proverb wearing vision
Flow from pure agape
Living Psalm
A to Z – song composed – never a chord that stumbles -
The perfect chaste circle drawn in round circumference
Architect of straight lines with no wobbles -
Unbroken circumcised covenant – designer of my soul
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Anointed Mighty
Unreachable star embraced
Crafter of restoration for rebellion thrashing
Defies disabled limbs with steps of faith
Transfiguration of blackness to see the eternal face
Opens ears to hear thunder’s glory
Dines with astonished tree dwellers
Full measure of mercy’s undisturbed pulse
Knows each of my words before they breathe
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Righteousness
Metamorphosis of nativity
Bottomless paradigm of favor
Wheat and grape in synchronicity
Holds back the hand that flings the stone
Raises up cowering shame
Eyes of perfect sight plan perfection’s gift for each heart
Pristine living covenant
My enigma’s answer – my conundrum’s solution
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Eternal
Valentine of paradise
Eden’s immaculate reforestation
Vine of the endless unblemished harvest
Anointed eternity with us
Wholeness of a holy rainbow
Gold - no need to be refined
Face of forever consolation
My first breath in every season’s restoration
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
You are I AM.
4-27-21
Contest: Tell Me. Who Do You Say I Am?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
A paradigm is a pattern of conceptual theory.
The basic building block that a child will utilize to develop skills where in time, the repetitiveness of certainties is a pattern attributed to the child's development.
The recognition factor is termed focus.
The paradigm that I created, started four years ago while I was creating Mirror, Mirror unbeknownst to me until yesterday, the pattern or paradigm manifested itself to me, as a grown-up liken to a child still developing.
Extraneous words, helter-skelters, meaningless, i.e., when they are apart. Put them together, they become recognizable factors worthy of focus.
The pattern, a deductible product of a paradigm, now becomes a newly created paradox--that happens to be four years old.
Parts I & II set the stage. No solid lead, just hints. Part III, the performance of a lifetime, or at least four years worth. A message, that sat idle in a book, received via simple quantum knowledge of connecting the dots. Extraneous with extraneous, this and that, with that and this--and voila, a pattern, a paradigm, a paradox.
Part IV was the explanative of a possible, coup de grace/final act, or je ne sais quoi/difficult to explain. After all, it's been four years ago, nothing then, maybe nothing will. Part V puns to ponder--a breather for this Part VI.
Soon Part VII, not much unless some intervening factor develops. Quantum knowledge is like the Moon, best seen in parts, for its fullness is worthy to behold. Inspirational teachings, like Music Class, harmonically.