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I didn’t know why on us the sky suddenly fell,
but in the surging storm of '47,
when the country was partitioned,
we got uprooted, and turned into drift wood,
until she found a distant unsure land
for us to grow, and find life once again.
Times were real hard,
under scorching sun of insecurity in an alien land,
and in the spewing squall of uncertainty,
she toiled for years, and built for us a home,
in her soiled hands she sculptured my life,
and made me what I am today.
Soon a time came when my job forced me
to leave her all alone,
she won’t leave the home she toiled to make,
but promised she would come one day, live with me.
That day never came, for she left her old home,
and went away to her new abode.
I travel down the memory lane,
pine to ask why she didn’t keep her promise.
I know she has gone to where she belongs,
among the angels in heaven,
but I would want in a heartbeat to bring back,
my mother, to my home to live with me.
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March 29, 2021
Contest : Mother
Sponsor : Constance La France
Solaris
Temporal a passage traipse in units,
Partitioned Earth's axis and Sun's movements.
Temperate seasons buds the cosmos plains,
Text the gods, links the nightshade, spare the chains.
Constellate heaven, possession errs bliss,
Lease the sky morning dew, sunrise--lips kiss.
Evergreen sanctioned untrimmed yields to gold.
Shade, consumed by the sun, glaring, behold.
The complexion, the surface enlightens.
Eternal trolls rest, withdraw the Titans,
Unique tan for the wayward souls loosen,
Fading footed beach traces ought proven.
Temperate gold buds, untrimmed, lease heaven,
The eternal god's shade Sun's complexion.
2019 August 17
never could this baby boomer papa –
lviii orbitz round mister sun as I write while wife
at present (takes her siesta) imagine
dragons, killer Queen Latifah countless ways,
thee first of deux daughters
would in vite learning how to comprehend
unfamiliar infant siren ear splitting strife
and mandatory pronto reception,
unwittingly ineluctably altering my life
prior to parturition of our eldest heiress,
ah wanna let
chew in on a bit about mess elf
before becoming a papa
no emotional, financial,
nor physical obligation dim manned did
obliged, nor required this bard **** to in debt
any of his waking and sleeping second,
minute, quotidian hour,
et cetera on behalf of another person Yukon bet
char sweet bippy, that despite initial onset
of anticipatory anxiety (no pet
tee personal issue; burping baby,
diapering, swaddling, et cetera fermi person
easily got shucked off), hitherto
didst any phenomena until then
force displacement of personal habits
to become secondary, and obviously,
seriously visibly up set
status quo, where embedded fixations
housed within this scribe
required reassignment of tasks
until salient event forced him to vet
any less important issues
to an unspecified future
date and/or time, which role
i.e. forsook luxury sans,
affordable focus on me,
and immediately didst force crash course
to keep figurative whet
stone sharp every waking
and sleeping moment of me life, yet....
though a crash course imposed role
viz immediate adjustment of mister mom
(which obviously necessitated significant sacrifice
upon the head of this major Tom)
never before until that juncture
such selfless experience ever met,
but in retrospect salutary outcome
found thoughts linkedin whereby
time never divided, partitioned,
or sectored off to another livingsocial being
I never took care of an infant,
when her crying heard
yet, the birth of E_ L_ H_ incurred
(born at Bryn Mawr Hospital),
Though devoid of life; its scales still shine, shimmer,
that one could still imagine the fish, swimming,
Freely, with others, in the deep blue ocean.
Partitioned from the octopus, crabs, mussels
by rows of garish bright green plastic parsley
one bright eye stares up at me from crushed ice bed.
A jolly fisherman in lilting Irish
lauds the virtue of his last remaining catch;
almighty value, at just eight bucks a pound!
"Or six" I hear a distant person holler
In hope of taking home a late-day bargain
A spiky smile breaks the salt-cracked fisher's face.
Early bed, he wants; to dream of land, not sea
one month, he's been away from wife and mother.
"Ten I'll give," I say to his and my surprise.
One bright eye stares up at me from shiny plate.
Though devoid of life; it questions my wisdom
me too, as I google "how to cook a fish."
Born a Christian in the fertile womb of a blessed land,
A paradisiacal genesis for a continent chained to imperialism.
Genocides cascading beneath the crumbling altar of human rights.
They crucified my humanity
With demonic chimeras.
I have dragged my zinc coffin since birth
Across the minefields of these greedy philanthropists.
I carry the age-old weight of curses
Of my zombified people since the slave trades.
They do not want me to sanctify my traumatized Africanness
With the blessings of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
I am guilty like Jesus Christ
And innocent like the soiled hands of a child soldier.
I have never enjoyed the riches of my partitioned continent.
These scavengers have spread hatred in my people’s hearts for centuries.
My tormented mind is the vault of horrors
That the West has perpetrated in the cradle of my ancestors.
These criminals want me to curse Lucifer
As if he were responsible for centuries of dehumanization
Of my forebears in the Americas.
The devil will never be my enemy,
I have never met him.
Human savagery has nothing metaphysical about it.
My indelible scars are not fictitious remnants.
He called me a filthy *****,
He discovered the face of my love.
He will no longer have the courage to insult my genetic code.
I scourged him with the laws of the Code Noir
Of the Republic of slaveholding Enlightenment.
I share the same skin color as Osiris,
The same beauty as those colored pharaohs.
The journey is scarred,
The traumas, too silent.
I fight in the death row corridor
To remain a man of integrity.
To write the darkness of my feelings,
A liberating outlet for my demons.
I chose integrity in the meanders of precarity.
In another life, I would wield guitars
To escape the whims of misery.
Serenity, my only solution in this dimension.
I think of the reaper every day,
Like a man condemned to death.
Line of inquiry:
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”- Unseeking Seeker
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‘I Am’- the Word was there at the beginning
‘The Word was with God and the Word was God’
Even before life evolved out of chaos on this Earth,
As an unseen presence, over waters, His spirit moved.
He was there before the sun and moon began shedding light
Before stars in silent splendor gleamed in the sky
Before the world was partitioned into land and water
Before anything spectacular was created to catch the eye.
Soon He willed the world to be bright and made the sun
Created oceans and seas that sang in tidal hymns
Made for men plains and prairies, mounts and hills
Now the world with his overwhelming glory, brims
Gave seasons that come and go in rhythmic rotation
Sweet spring with silky drizzle, moving wind and roaring thunder
Warm summer, colorful autumn and chilly winter
Filling the world with mysteries, making us wonder
He dwells where no mortal eye can reach
His luminous light gleams making the world bright
He charts the trajectory of heavenly bodies
Holding the planets and the stars in places right
He rules the world without a scepter or crown
The great Alpha and Omega of the universe
Who has been, who is and who will be-
Controlling everything, creating life forms diverse.
Free from all blemishes and every limitation,
As the quintessence of all that is desirable,
He is the source and fountain of seamless delight
The great Mastermind, omnipresent and indescribable.
WHEN ALL WAS DARK
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
In the antique I kept it for years to remind
How my mother used it in our times at their worst,
Stitched with love the family’s dress of all kind
To save money whose source had almost dried.
Beneath dust lingered the touch of her tired fingers
She left, to wipe that out I never wished nor tried.
Toiling hard to remake the displaced home, to her
The war years seemed like only yesterday
When the country was partitioned on dubious pretext.
Uprooted and unwanted we were made to stray,
Mother gave a safe mooring to the generation next.
When she fell sick one winter in her twilight years
I prayed, lighted a candle at deity’s altar for her sake,
Time didn’t wait for her, I saw with eyes full of tears
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
April 22, 2018.
"My name's Lucy, what's yours," with outstretched palm.
"My name's Kirk,""Hi Kirk," "Hi Lucy, you're calm."
Temporal a passage traipse in units,
partitioned Earth's axis and Sun's movements.
Temperate seasons bud the cosmos plains,
Text the gods, link the nightshade, spare the chains.
Constellate heaven, possession errs bliss,
Lease the sky morning dew, sunrise--lips kiss.
Evergreen sanctioned untrimmed yields to gold.
Shade, consumed by the sun, glaring, behold.
Unique tan for the wayward souls loosen,
Fading footed beach traces ought proven.
The eternal god's shade Sun's complexion,
Temperate gold buds, untrimmed, lease heaven.
I lift and rise to being chased,
pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced,
a fire host heightened its facade,
casting daylight shadows abroad.
Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper,
heat courses like the Grim Reaper,
smiles at darkness to wait its turn,
up curve tidied, noon loses yearn.
Orange turns red, claws at purple,
white flagged as dusk makes a hurtle,
a gloaming rhythms the musing sphere,
like one tied to tracks, locked in fear.
Named twilight as some light appears,
though hour triggers those tryst affairs,
calm ruse warmth as limbs fuss about,
caught midnight streams like baited trout.
A night dips mid-Cherub's flirting,
their chariot horses fleeing,
while the golden sentinel rides,
as the solitaire lift comprised.
A new task surround, maneuvers,
seers illume become producers,
hail a whole new year of seasons,
first, until last, filled with reasons.
The lead round about the bodies,
as they spin on stage like follies,
glows revue as savory hams,
marooned its taste just like PB Jams.
Bittersweet, as they realigned,
lead pars best swept the rest, resigned,
equinox and solstice charted,
psyche chose, and rookies parted.
A decisive planet divides,
segregation always collides,
closets partitioned a household,
Edens knowledge, they were paroled.
As a classroom globe builds up dust,
while folks roam about, make a fuss,
intellect cleans a tarnished steel,
greens will entomb them 'ere they kneel.
The inventor of the number system and chess;
the originator of algebra, trigonometry and calculus;
with the globe’s largest railway and postal network
and second to none in the height of a bridge.
We speak of the largest government of, for and from the people.
Beats Israel, Egypt, Mecca, Rome and Greece
in the number of religious visitors attracted to its shrines.
The circumference of its seasonal experience
is well partitioned into six segments.
It is the major contributor in giving the world some spicing,
its currency and sharing are very big antonyms
while Meghalaya is confirmed to be the globe’s tongue.
Even with these medals and accolades,
it still struggles to give women enough warmth and comfort