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A fetid fruit of tedious listless life
Ye seldom troubled at the dawn of time,
But under today’s skies ye prevail rife
And plague many poor souls in pink of prime.
If thy hoary hist’ry offers fair hint,
Ye look no old— a few young centuries,
But brisk ye now march as if life is sprint,
Look at thy boredom’s unfolding stories.
Not known so well by thy today’s ill name,
But men alone seem to be thy victims—
Men like stray clouds oblivious of their aim,
Ye plague them more who pursue pallid dreams.
As poet Kent had once so lamented:
Had Adam and Eve stayed put in heaven,
They’d have got bored sooner than ever had
On earth known as the land of thankless fun.
With scores of Twiddle-dos and Twiddle-dees,
And few things of core value to follow,
Tonight’s envy no more the next dawn sees,
Few things can hold on man’s mind till t’morrow.
Ye descend, and meaning of life gets lost,
In front of goal, one feels utterly strained,
Pursuit of life becomes when empty boast,
Man does, but never his dullness gets drained.
I have not so to do, no one to meet,
Nowhere to reach, no one for me awaits,
Such helplessness many a man may greet,
Time passes not, elapses all the dates.
When unfolding life’s wrapped in dark shadow,
Man’s very mien melts, stares like blank page,
Life’s meaning shifts from solid to shallow,
His soul has gone, his corpse seized in a cage.
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Ode | 05.03.2023 |
FROM TEARS OF GRIEF TO TEARS OF JOY
Be ever mindful that we mourn the loss of loved ones,
Because of the love and onderful oneness, we shared:-
Yet, the pain of such love, due to death, is likewise healed
By that love–that supreme love–God so bound in onement:-
In shedding tears of love’s grief, the Psalms remind us,
To wait on the Lord–being in good courage–for He will,
In and through His love, strengthen our hearts in trying times:-
Indeed, we’re reminded, “...weeping may endure for the night;
But…[in and of God’s healing grace]...joy comes in the morning.”
As time passes and waxes onward in its being,
Know that in the keloid memories of time shared
With those loving ones who have likewise passed on,
Tears of grief will indeed become smiling tears of joy!
Meanwhile, in burdening times of present moments,
Just do as the Psalms have further reminded us to do:
“Cast thy burdens upon the Lord and He shall sustain thee…”
Indeed, be ever mindful that God is our everlasting refuge,
And that ever needed–present–strength in our troubling times:-
They say I'm enigmatic,
Yet I find myself lost in notions, so mnemonic.
Melancholy runs violently through my veins,
Am I too malignant to be heard by God’s reign?
People love to misinterpret,
But my scars don’t tell the secrets kept.
Never disclosed how they shattered my soul,
Is it too late to play the “Perfect one” role?
Time passes by,
Freezing me,leaving my eyes dry.
And I look up to the sky for something
I may never find.
The deeper I go,
The hazier it grows;
The harder I slip,
The darker it shows.
This pettiness drags me into despair,
What do they call it?
Uncertainty’s snare?
I’m no Heisenberg,
Yet I lose myself in the air.
"Burden!"-
keeps echoing through my limbic core,
A burden of feelings I can't ignore,
I smirk;
Will my raft ever reach the shore?
Will my wounds ever have the audacity to hum a lullaby?
I pray my dreams don’t bid me goodbye.
With my old self,
Dews stood still,
Mountains chuckled;
The air smelled of ancient books,
Yet they cast me away,
Like forgotten nukes.
O dear life, have you sworn an oath,
To turn my tears into meaningless froth?
There's more to life I console myself,
Sighing and keeping my desires unfed.
The inner me cries,”Who actually am I”?
Voidness replies “Know thyself you're no special sprite!”
Am I nothing but a menace in disguise?
Who can I embrace, where do truth and hope lie?
All that’s left is this hushed vacuity
Someday I want to get reincarnated as a flower of serenity.
She buys jewelry, top of the line
Gold and Silver polished
the sports cars
Mansions in different places
elegant designs
items of clothing, well-styled
Her smile is genuine
Her speeches are with wisdom
elegant, inspiring, loving and kind
owning multiple businesses
prosperous, more than enough
traveling the world from coast to coast
vacationing, riding horses, dining in elegant
marriage awaits, she hurts
alone sometimes
finally, her true love arrives
visiting Paris
very little time passes by
she has the wedding of her dreams
now realizing
a carriage ride for a Queen
the wedding is very extraordinary
gold and purple flowers are all around
she marries and then moves to another town.
It’s Super Bowl Sunday;
Get ready to party.
Have plenty to eat
And prepare to drink hearty.
It doesn’t much matter
If you are a fan.
Just turn the game on –
That’s the start of the plan.
Plunk down bowls of chips
And have very cold brews.
Keep track of the score
‘Cause one team’s gotta lose.
Be sure to stay put
When commercials are shown.
It’s fun to see ads
That cost more than you own.
Serve wings or thick heros
And keep the beer flowing.
By halftime the fervor
Should really be growing.
Replenish the food;
Add dessert to the mix,
And glance at the passes,
The runs and the kicks.
At last, when it’s over
You’ll check out the score,
Clean up all the crumbs
And the mess from the floor.
For on Super Bowl Sunday,
It’s time to regress,
And we all watch the game
Though some couldn’t care less!
Author Dana Redricks
July 8, 2023
By and by I look, toward the sky and think, about the seasons as they gracefully go by. Just like the seasons, we all must bid goodbye, each one of us are destined to spread our wings and fly.
For we were never meant to linger on, nor stay. In this transient world, where moments sway. Like the seasons, we all possess our own rhyme, unfolding reasons, throughout the threads of time as each season passes by.
With each passing day, our mission calls us near, a purpose to fulfill, burning bright and clear. Though some may question their path along this earth, each one of us was bestowed with intrinsic worth.
In due time and season, clarity will come, enlightening our souls, revealing our truest sum. For it is in having a purpose that we thrive, a beacon guiding us, making us feel alive.
So, let us search within, seek our destined role, explore the depths of purpose, each sacred goal. Embrace the seasons of life, both joy and strife, for within purpose’s embrace lies the essence of life.
May our hearts be open, our spirits ever bold, with passion and purpose, may our stories unfold. Like the seasons, may we leave our mark on each mind, we are unique with a purpose to complete. Knowing our presence on earth was meant to bind.
By and by, as the seasons change and progress, we learn the beauty found in our uniqueness. In due time and due season, we find our soul’s complete, and discover the strength in God’s divine purpose for our lives.
Loveth thy morning dew, brisk be the air
Up with the sun! Hues in great despair
Day by day - Colorful of a mesmerized view
The daily endeavor - of true picturesque
Gazing- we meditate - breathless
Awakening to thy beauteous star by far
Thou bringeth forth the shades be it then also true
The sunsets - to also end our daylight hours
The tones- we paint these glorious pictures
Eve sets in - the galaxy of the mysterious is ours
Day after day , night after night , never pointless
We overcome each day of our paths of our life
Crossing bridges climbing mountains step by step
Blue skies - and thunder - darkness we challenge
When it rains - the rain sometimes pours in time
Time passes by - time marches on, the percentage
Loveth each night the same of given opportunity
Knock by knock - making life the prime
Thee example - gazing we still meditate
As we dream through the night
We wake ! At the brisk of dawn
Inspired again by the morning sun
And the endeavor of a 24 hour day
With the beauteous skies in our view
Yes breathtaking we share it again today.
And with the mystery of the skies
Our mind it surely does not hesitate
To see this the beauty ever so true.
Day by day, and then night by night
Gazing with the twinkling twilight.
The world has not be kind
I see it in your eyes
In that tired smile
In the way you take off your jacket
And sit to rest a while
I hear that sigh
I sympathize with my smile
I let you close your eyes
For just a little while
And cover you with a favorite blanket
To let you rest
A half hour passes
With you in dreamland
I stand before you
My hair in a pony tail
Shower fresh
Smelling sweet
My lips cherry glossed
I let the towel drop
I bend down to kiss you
I let my lips linger
Till you’ve had a taste
Your eyes flutter open
I see that smile of pleasure
Waking on your lips
And you pull me onto your lap
"Come here, honey child"
I lean back as my hands guide
Your head to my chest
Whispering in your ear...
“Baby Boy….
Food’s gone cold…
Do you want to start with dessert?”
Eileen Manassian
The sands of time
Vs 1
The sands of time keep moving,
ever faster.
I notice as each day passes by
Bridge 1
Why doesn't time have mercy on me?
The sands of time are going to bury me
So, I live each day without a care,
bend my knees in earnest prayer
Vs 2
The sands of time keep raging,
ever silent.
The lines upon my face, cannot lie.
Bridge 2
At least together we can face the storm
Hold onto me and I will keep you warm
No matter how hard the sand will blow
My love for you will not grow old
Chorus
The sands of time...
oh, the sands of time...
We journey through the sands of time...
I am yours and you are mine.
Vs 1
The sands of time keep moving,
ever faster.
I notice as each day passes by
Bridge 2
At least together we can face the storm
Hold onto me and I'll keep you warm
No matter how hard the sand will blow
My love for you will not grow old
Chorus
The sands of time...
oh, the sands of time...
We journey through the sands of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
We journey through the sands of time,
I am yours and you are mine.
I am yours and you are mine..
repeat fade
John Derek Hamilton
August 7,2023
So the song thrush sings his tunes to the darkening sky.
Is it to give thanks to some bird god or just for you and I?
As we watch the evening’s dying light and say goodbye to another day lost in time.
We sleep to give rest to our maddening minds. Then wake to insanely rush through the precious time of daylight.
Planning for this and planning for that. Dreaming about this and dreaming about that.
Silently killing us all our lives. It plays the echoes of our broken promises in our lies. We can hear time slipping when we close our eyes. Gravity eats our youth and gets hungrier as time passes by.
Solace is taken by wiser minds. Now we can’t anymore reach, leap and run through the darkest nights! The wind sounds the same and the sun is just as bright when our bodies can’t cope with the stress of living in these modern times.
Escape to find some peace in the evening light. With glass of water or your favourite wine, sit and close your eyes to listen to the thrush sing for you tonight.