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As happenings in the external recede
Though all needed doing is yet done
Subtle blockages we still gently weed
Slowly but surely ego comes undone
Fears & desires now faint shadows
Yet haunt urgings of noblesse oblige
Void in our heart the blissful meadow
But demons of past in dreams arise
Recognition clear that guilt an illusion
But recognition not quite the becoming
Whilst meditation a flowing orientation
The nemesis is of attention oscillating
Moment to moment and layer by layer
We empty out all baggage of our past
Continuum of stillness in silent prayer
Frees us of fetters leaving ego aghast
It is the constant mindful watchfulness
Steered into quietude with stoic resolve
Pendulum slowing down to gentleness
Bliss mist into the divine does dissolve
08-August-2020
Every thought
I had fought
Is like each single
I've ever mingle
As each cough
has been so tough
To cope
with when thinking of hope
But it is true,
no one wish for blue
Yet in the end,
everyone becomes your friend
When the plans
elongate your spans
That you sing
for joy like a king
No one will see
to the drowning sea
You had sailed
through lonely veiled
In coils
of trouble projecting foils
Which beautify
what memories testify
No one shingles
my thought in reggae with jingles
Like Deborah
whose voice is auroral
And can make florals oral
when in quarrel
With the breeze
to seize atmospheric freeze
To ease
humans of an appealing sneeze
And set all free
with her divine decree
But be it as it may
On this soil, I am still enjoying each day
Though it is certain
No one can hold forever detained
On this soil with his oil
Beyond liquidation of its spoil
One day, I will travel
To the land of gold to unravel
Eon; ever new Jerusalem
And stopped the earthly pendulum
So do everyone
Be prepared
Like a soldier without gun
That never have the loss declared
Numbers are great bearers of truth. They expose and reveal; but do not lie.
For 56 years, the pendulum has swung both ways. Back and forth without delay, for more than 20,000 days.
Both parties' politicians have led an equal number of years Let the numbers report how long they brought joys or tears.
John F. Kennedy Dem Lyndon B. Johnson Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Richard M. Nixon Rep Gerald Ford Rep 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Jimmy Carter Dem 4 Years * * * *
Ronald Reagan Rep George H. W. Bush Rep 12 Years * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bill Clinton Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
George W. Bush Rep 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Barack Obama Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Dem Totals 28 Years
Rep Totals +28 Years
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Note: For the past 56 years, the Democratic and the Republican
Parties have seated 5 presidents each.
Dem and Rep Total Years in Office 56 Years
Donald Trump Rep 0
05162017 PS Contest, Pendulum of Time And Place, Kai Michael Neumann Dem=Democratic; Rep=Republican
Air-ball, foul, listen to the referee
No free throw from the key
Sit in this corner for time out
Check by your names and throw a pout
Hopscotch, Tik Tok
Social media around the clock
For freedom of press
For freedom to express
but there is a distress
And we both are in need
Yell and shout for liberty
But here currently
The support is for the company
From bailouts to sell outs
So “shut up and dribble”
Give me something to nibble
Like on gold or money
The pooh bear honey
Intake, half baked
From the land of quake
-“Injustice Anywhere
Is A Threat To Justice Everywhere” -MLK
But Lebron don’t care
Hurry up before it is gone
Where do I belong
The pendulum swings
Walk this line
Pass the breath
The test of time
The honey pot
There the spot
Spring of Beijing
Wall street likes
As profits hikes
With a little luck
Won’t get stuck
So where do I belong?
There could be a storm
All is torn
Do you see the vision?
What team are you on?
Make an active decision
A voice
A choice?
But wallets need to get fatter
Once 70 million lives matter
How? Moa
Ban or switch
Twitter or twitch
Live stream
Where is the dream team?
What side am I on?
The east meets the west
Trapped in a nest
Treated as a pest
From a queen
In this game of chess
Gone to a pawn
The regime is wrong
Can I get in a word?
Freedom for Hong Kong
We need a superman
Or do we just need to be an NBA fan
Or rather stick our heads into the sand
Do we declare war on plastic straws?
Yet it is getting to hard to breath
Too much traffic in the yellow sea
Support Hong Kong democracy
And Taiwan too.
And and and.... all of china becoming democracy
Form:
Flying high,
I am a poet
stepping through time;
captured
into the light.
Come find me...
come dance with me
full circle
on horizon's edge;
above and below
here and beyond
into the blue.
Like parallel dimensions...
a grand design.
See, feel and embrace
gems of reality:
metamorphosis
heavenly symphony
cosmic tune.
Where are you earth?
Just a thin blue ribbon.
Element of earth,
pendulum, of time and space;
night sky
galactic soup
nothingness.
But oh, my fear,
we rulers of the earth,
as we look to the sky;
the relativity of beyond,
flying high.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Best Titles
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged 06/19/2017
Poem composed with each line being
the title of another poem I wrote.
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
Whine Producer
Miracle Man
7/23/2024
Constantly ticking is our grandfather clock,
and with each night’s chime it puts me shock.
My ears are weary of this uninterrupted talker,
it’s hard to escape this loud mouthed stalker.
Often, with disgust, I watch the pendulum swing,
other than it’s beauty I find nothing that’s soothing.
Always near day’s end someone continues to rewind,
and at each suggestion seems I’ve always whined.
I suppose I could find something entertaining to do,
because hearing it’s chime always makes me spew.
The options I see at hand are to continue to blister,
Or load this sucker up, and deliver it to my sister.
Sprawling, against a backlit Sun. Magenta
the Clockwork of Time
and its infinite antinominies
..................of timeless aimlessness
and Void of Time
fades as a memory
the pulse and rhythm of each staccato stroke
against the clockwork springs
and fine-tuned apparatus
the pendulum swing
and weighted balance strokes
Masses of Fixed, orbital constructs
and circadian heartbeat pulses
conforming to some Final End
of Morbid Alarm
or Eternal Awakening
the surreal bending of metronome reflection
twists the Absolute structure of melody
(notwithstanding it's momentary cadence,
and sequence of endless notes
Cascading
backwards in patch-work puzzlement,
like Shostakovich having a break before the
Symphony begins
and lets out Piano-Forte brash
as if in dissonant protest
to the scandal of patterned, and ordered
Tablature
The soul is such a complicated thing
It can be filled with joy and laughter one moment
And filled with a feeling of utter despair the next
It's the most mysterious of human traits
It can take the smallest thing to make the pendulum swing
Some happenings can effect our moods more than others
But we are strong enough to overcome them
I'm afraid I don't fall into the that category
My ups and downs can be quite extreme at times
Very extreme highs and very extreme lows
I try my hardest not to be too sensitive
But for people like me, it's nearly impossible
It's inherent in who I am
Perhaps this is what allows me to write
To express my feelings
I often disguise the true inner me with humour
It's my way of coping
But my life would be missing a major part
Without my friends to share my poetry
Thank you all!
Aching
aching deep within
reaching out beyond the veil
never forgotten
All Aboard
body and soul combine
for the ride of a lifetime –
no return tickets
Am I me
I think I am me
I think, therefore, I am me
I am me I think
Astral Womb
astral absorption
blends life continually -
soul's evolution
Bloodless Bond
born not of Mother
parent of necessity
destiny fulfilled
Coming up Trumps
sharing true friendship
noisily expelling gas
no inhibitions
Conception
blending of spirits
natures nectar decanted
life's vessel refilled
Deep Silence
deep silence roars out -
in straining to catch whispers
no one can hear it
Destiny
deep thunder rumbling
silence envelopes the land
destiny draws near
Empty Noise
dry branches snapping
summer glory now faded
still tries to impress
Eternal Moments
past, future, present
moments form eternity
time stays forever
Eternity Beckons
body discarded
spirit struggling upwards -
too late to grow wings
Eternity
union of birth
individualism
union of death
Free Spirit
thundering of hoofs
freedom’s stampede of delight -
spirit unbroken
Insight
foggy perception
clarity of direction
avenues open
Night Fright
cloud creeps across moon
night whispers it's mysteries
concealed in darkness
Pendulum of Life
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest
Pendulum’s Swing
regularity
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings
Pendulum’s Ride
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs
Post Mortem
Going through the veil -
Once life’s journey is a tale
Did your faith prevail
Self Pity
beyond human sight
loved ones find eternal joy
why does my soul ache
Time for Time
life's pathways beckon
moments joined into ages
cloaked by time's mantle
Time’s Call
friends not forgotten
re-union approaches
time's pathway beckons
True Vision
though vision is clear
perception can be blinded –
truth is in the soul
Senyru:
Perception
perception
is reality
apparent
Poets Write
poets write
spilling blood as ink
makes one think
Ivor G Davies ©