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…as she partakes in real time drama
her legs shot to pieces by foreign pursuit
Kin and friends have chipped in for wooden
crutches much easier to avoid land mines
in any case and thus she seems content
A satellite dish towering over the ruble
projects a shiny world of alien domination
doubles up as a parasol in the scorching sun
The screen is vivid and livid with many a
persona non-grata and the stigma of Kain’s
recurring news adorning foreheads of gory glory
She cannot forget and must remember to
pass on the baton and story to her descendants
and she is lucky to have born two children
despite the sucked-up fact that she feels
little below the floor of pelvic give and take
By law of statistics comprehending her dire
situation Para is quite normal because walking legs
come as a premium and so she forgives and
hopes that her son will not join the militia and
her daughter can bear the cross in dignity…
The Riddle
We live separate lives: one when we’re awake, which is
the one in which the devil partakes and to whom we pay our dues,
and the other is when we’re asleep, where we pray God to rest
our souls in peaceful bliss, as we exit reality and enter dreamland
or vice versa, depending on one’s beliefs, superstitions, or perspective.
And while in the latter, I conjured up myself eating in a soup kitchen
when I overheard one person say to another, in a convincing, intellectual way,
“Don’t feed ‘em too much, or else they’ll get fat and lazy,
but the chickens, let ‘em get fat: that’ll make for a better broth.”
Naturally, fat, lazy, farm-raised chickens make for a better broth,
and so I looked at my reflection in the window and conjectured
that it couldn’t be me they were referring to in this establishment.
And that was the gist of what I could remember when I awoke, but I
could hear the devil laughing because I didn’t understand the riddle.
There’s crabs in the bucket, lice in the cream –
Throw it on the bonfire
No one partakes of this particular dream –
Throw it on the bonfire
Insecure god wants a baby to raise –
Throws it on the bonfire
I’ll play my banjo to the bright L.A. blaze
And throw it on the bonfire
Some big-ass astronaut gets slung off to space
(Throw it on the bonfire)
Who foots the bill for this wild comet chase?
(Throw it on the bonfire)
That tin can of a rocket implodes at separation
(Throw it on the bonfire)
In high resolution and neat devastation
(Throw it on the bonfire)
Day after day, in place after place
It’s the credo of each woman and man:
If we can’t have it, you better believe
Ain’t nobody else can
The races collide in the stadium of night
(Throw it on the bonfire)
The system grid goes down in a fury of light
(Throw it on the bonfire)
Cheerleaders portend the static of woe
(Throw it on the bonfire)
And rally crucified halfbacks from ten centuries ago
Then thrown em on the bonfire
God's eyes span wider than a roaming drone,
scanning the earth, searching deep the unknown,
examining hearts, even marrow of bone.
His ears hear swifter than a telephone.
Even from the heights of His mighty throne,
He partakes of each praise and grieves each groan.
God sent the living Word to make himself known.
Every seed of creation, the throng of life sown,
the indwelling Holy Spirit--- His megaphone.
Orchestrating each path the wind has blown,
watching each dropping leaf and prickly pine cone,
God strengthens tree roots, under hardships grown.
His grace beams upon us; We're never alone
as He tries hearts and reins, perfecting His own,
teaching us to know Him as we are known.
3-3-2020
Real Self; innermost essence; true consciousness;
Part of the being that partakes of divinity; bottomless;
survives the death of the material physique,
Continuing its existence even after death makes it weak;
Placed within beings by the very almighty,
Like the flowerness of a flower or the sweetness of honey;
It's the breath; it’s the life; it's an eternal entity;
Conscience and consciousness; it's a form of divinity;
It's one of those in the heavens and earth,
The reality that inclines into our physical birth;
The atma that is part of the param atma,
It's heavenly, angelic, celestial, ethereal,
Sacred, blessed, holy, and supernatural;
It's with this that we live and have our being,
And enjoy our earthly, till from here, fleeing...!!!
28 June 2023
A Soul is Divine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Signal sweet sights
Pain pressures plight
Asking appeals
Reach ripe reveal
Keep kindred kind
Leave lousy lines
Endings entwine
Succinct sound stakes
Prime print partakes
Apt aim attest
Rich robust rest
Kind keepsake knot
Linger late lot
Embrace embloc
See-saw splendour
Peace prize plunders
Axe agenda
Real rider rows
Kneeling knave knows
Learn lots lively
Endure envy
Sight settles sound
Prize pays profound
Align around
Right response rounds
Knave keeping knight
Latent love lights
Etchings excite
Sparkling signs speak
Pleasure proofs peak
Appoint ample
Roomy rustle
Knock kind knuckles
Leisure little
Expound evil
Sexy soothes signs
Progress plain prime
Aiming aligns
Rapture reaps rhymes
Kind keep kindles
Lines leap lovely
Echoes empty
Leon Enriquez
01 Apr 2014
Singapore
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Reckless as the dark night who aches,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Blessing away silence, so shy
And, dewlike mist never forsakes,
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Shadows in the mind won’t comply,
Beneath moonlit smiles, thunder quakes
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Grace abides to never deny,
Twilight wonder calms, never fakes,
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Gentling hearts, love shall soon reply,
Beyond the night, stardust partakes,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Does the heart really know why?
Or is this the way for mistakes?
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well.
It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs.
It combats the scorched blues: its low bass humming swirls like a river enroute to calm and cleanse.
Though, I am overburdened by platters and grime piled high, I will not be stressed out: My appliance rocks; it leaves no trace of last night's culinary disaster.
It restores impeccable order to the platters that seat our daily bread: it partakes of salt and rinse aid; its rejuvenation.
Surely, there will always be a place for its sleekness in my abode: and my polished nails will take it for granted always.
HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic guarantee.
BEHOLD, tis fortes air, breathes content,
weighed thy heartbeats, tempos augment
impressed moods, thy amour be sent
meant lovers twain souls gleam, assent
thy course treats fair, thy issue spent.
Serendipitous time errant,
thine art grand resolve thy arms bent,
caressing untouched hearts invent
distant tests and trials, relent
thine lips, intimate kiss advent.
FORSAKE thine naught our past mistakes,
indulgence sought hearts for our sakes,
soften tones merged spirits partakes,
resumed innate instinct awakes,
forming trust fusion overtakes.
Suffer our ascent, farther takes
gift deeply, frothed measure inflates
ardor ties revive, blissful fates
balanced fragile hearts insulates,
assured embraced love gravitates.
HAIL youthful thoughts in elder heads,
man tests, steads boy within, joy spreads,
astir thee dreamers from their beds,
recite poems of their misreads,
dawn assails starred twilights to shreds.
Unspool thy sunrise; rays shone threads
day, strings purpled veins thy night's steads,
pump life ballads, hymnal bloodsheds
squander blues, swapping sparkled reds,
gloom bides thy shift whilst clung gold treads.
VIEW love gifts thee thy lamps, soft coats
pure sought breeze, mild trace, handful floats,
tis thy time spreads trend, loom moon draws
waft breeding told claims, thy hour thaws,
cares borne thy primes spills yon be culled.
Crowns thy verse brushed lobes set are lulled,
rouge mouths favor Cupid's pierced aim,
Cherubs lyre naught burnt Rome, thou blame
flamed trails, lust swells lovers tender
tinged warmed hearts, goeth thee, their splendor.
Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on
The kids are busy getting set for school
One is still trying to get homework done
The others are taking things really cool
And the beat of life goes on
Now all sit around the breakfast table
To fuel themselves for the day's action
Each consumes what he or she is able
And the beat of life goes on
Dad leaves the home for his workplace early
Mom patiently checks the kids one by one
To ensure that for school each is ready
And the beat of life goes on
Dad is at work earning his salary
Kids are at school getting education
Mom is at home with some chores she's busy
And the beat of life goes on
It's suppertime now for the family
And it's filled with lively conversation
Each one partakes of the meal heartily
And the beat of life goes on
After supper, mom tidies the kitchen
Then joins the rest watching television
Later, for next day each starts preparing
And the beat of life goes on
The kids get busy with their assignment
Mom and Dad continue to linger on
They chat a bit about now the day went
And the beat of life goes on
Then finally they all head off to bed
For much needed sleep and relaxation
To refresh each for the new day ahead
And the beat of life goes on
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Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on