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Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.
Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.
Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?
Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.
Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.
Bursting with passion at the seam,
She entered and settled in the room.
Intent on telling them it is good to dream,
She showed them proof bound in the spines of books.
Taught them that centuries of change
Had granted free access to being visible.
Their eyes gleamed with purpose
To think their dreams were permissible.
Like prisoners who had fully served their time,
They strapped hope on their backs,
Promise throbbing in their hearts
When she told them the condition was benign.
And with tireless exhilaration
She invited them to stand.
She stitched their wings with her
Magic wand.
But just when
they were to take flight,
a shriek filled the air
It was an ominous sight
As the old hag
Swooped in
on her systematic broom.
Stole
their dreams.
Left them gagged.
easy access and proliferation of firearms,
now begs a serious hard question
presenting daunting task,
quite aware that passionate
stalwart supporters of the NRA,
embrace weaponry likened
to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask
(particularly in light of violent mass killings)
immediately forces people
of all stripes comprising this nation ask
quite aware of diametrically,
jarringly, and politically
doggedly entrenched fierce position
each polarized stance challenges,
especially when pitted
against die hard proponents
of the Second Amendment,
who would sooner burn to ash,
and/or adopt a siege mentality
glowering akin to red hot metal
regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash,
than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel)
prized, coveted, and cherished cache
amassed collection of firearms
permissible in accordance
with (literal interpretation
of Second Amendment
of the United States Constitution)
to mean no deterrent preclude
(birth right to equip bare arms),
deprivation against amassing a stockpile,
would trigger an immediate saber flash
and instantaneously, another Civil War, would
(with gnash of clenched jaws violently
opposing manumission
to release obedient snap, crackle
pop in je nais sais quois booty), the provocation
rendering revision, sans sacred covenant
would sting whip lash
snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile
divisive national issue
with cool collected talking heads,
cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy
be loved American style,
that indomitable fighting
esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial
though this skeptical and devout atheist,
would welcome being proved wrong
generating the better angels to render obsolete strong
arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song
witnessing unbelievable savoir faire
(forcing me to retract pessimism
and willingly swallow my pride), minus long
time overdue, and negotiation
celebrated with tolling from a gong.
LOVE IN QUIETUDE
He feels love and she loves to feel.
Deal on love or love to deal.
He didn’t talk and she didn’t voice.
Both were perfect on their choice.
Chaplin’s movie in Hollywood
showing mutual gratitude.
Both sank in reverie of solitude.
Song of love sung in interlude.
Symphony is inaudible.
Yet passion is permissible.
Love whispered in couple’s mind
Emotive urges were entwined.
Ardor echoed to rebound
turning amour without sound.
Though seemed unbelievable
Yet uttered no syllable.
Seed of love was sowed.
Amorous flow glowed.
Impulses in subsonic state
murmuring in heart and pulsate.
No need to be loud nor to listen
But to be proud and to glisten
In tranquility of love
Togetherness to observe.
09/31/19
'Silence' contest by Silent one
Squarely conscientious, I unwittingly
sanction selfhood acutely triangulate
courtesy webbed geometry jeopardize,
galvanize pluck nudging contrived arc,
virtually courting temptation aware,
sans impetuousness compromises an
anonymous commingling, nonetheless
electronic fraternization enthralls mine
plucky chutzpah possibility intrigues
yours truly sporting impish grinning
smile across world wide web unsure
quasi cryptic communication decrypted
maybe imperfectly interpreting message
this enamored disembodied spirit doth
chance circling foursquare kibitizing
downplaying grand illusion spontaneity
gist ripples thru this human entity while
comfortably cushioned buffered against
disappointment accepting outcome - par
for the course amidst cyber spatial gulf
nothing ventured brings disappointment
more often than not, this solitary fellow,
a beetle browed fool on the hill smarting
over...he ne'er gathered rosebuds fruitless
ruing foregone opportunities, hence tho'
cocooned against adverse outcome revel
at fleeting giddiness affixing envisioned
smile upon unknown reader, or perchance
another veritable stranger, cuz amiability
need not be sole providence aimed at one
select web surfer, but extended warm free
greeting permissible allow one imperfect
troubadour to sprinkle pleasantries to any
person, whose scrolling intersects with my
genuine not "FAKE" aery mission to offer
abiding friendship e'en if limited to realm
of harmonized synthesized online reality.
I am convinced that any mortal man
is more aware of his invincible spirit,
more enraged than a rebel not being trampled by fear:
I can't defy death and not be lowered into that cold grave,
that deep pit where all senses and thoughts deprave
one of human glory and remind one of grievous sin!
I am the breath of a wind whiffling through treetops,
or blowing hard bringing down the gulls of storms...
I am small compared to grotesque mountains
but as mighty as an opposing will never
to be plagued by permissible guilt!
I am more afraid of a thief pillaging
than a stormy night approaching,
I value life, its sanctity, and purpose;
who kills and stains his hands
with blood can't forever hide
in clandestine aspect and walk around freely
not being tormented by his crime!
Oh, He expects mercy or leniency,
even God will declare him guilty
after a life spent doing heinous deeds;
let him the coldness of prison bars
and bitterly regret the life he chose!
I am insignificant in the sight of foolish men,
not portraying myself as worldly and potent;
more significant I am in the sight of God,
showing humbleness, not blatant and loud...
or bragging about fortunes made with a pen:
I'm very proud to be fearless and resilient!
PAST TO WHISPER
Charisma of your dreamy eyes alluring enchanting me.
Feeling helpless how to restrain
but just to rush on dynamism.
Your ethereal smile mesmerizing me.
Throbbing pulsation trembling in thrill.
Yet heart to wobble, mind to dither.
Vulnerable ambient how to interdict!
Is it permissible or a blunder?
How to decide yet eager soul ready to surrender.
Touched your finger to shiver in every limb
Lingering urge surging.
Passion surpassing emotion.
Quiescent thirst how to quench!
Why hesitation!
Reminiscences pulling behind,
but bygone days not to rewind.
Dormant remembrances unfurling drooped petals.
How to wave farewell to my lost dreams!
Forgotten past still whispering.
thank God for all He has done and let there be no division to find
we are all part of one body and as Christians of one mind
the wisdom of God is all knowing and not to be questioned
don't be like the Pharisees looking for signs of imperfection
for God will use the weakest things to make fools of the wise and the strong
and He will choose lowly things to show the boastful where they belong
the message of wisdom is for the mature in faith and not based on one's age
and It will be revealed through the spirit in you by The Holy Sage
so regard yourself as a servant of God entrusted with sacred words
judge not others on the evidence of something someone else might have heard
for you are a receptacle that God Himself will use
just don't go beyond what is written and be careful of the words you choose
be most aware of the company you keep, be surrounded by others with the spirit
watch out for the pagans of this world, pray that someday they will get It
to practice sacrifices to false gods and participate in sexual immorality
will lead you down the road to hell and not up towards divinity
just run your race with a godly pace and eventually you'll come to realize
that others run for no reason at all never to receive God's eternal prize
everything isn't permissible and not everything is good
everything isn't acceptable and not everything seems as it should
seek the good news and not only just for yourself
include your fellow man and spread the wealth
the body of Christ is a unit made up of many parts
and we all have our own gifts to share and a place in God's heart
we all have words of praise even If It Is spoken in tongues
just let them be revealed to all through the Spirit of The Holy One
and through the resurrection of Jesus Christ
we've all been given salvation from living sinful lives
so let's worship Him as one body in Christ all together with praise
let It be an orderly procession with our hands and voices to Him raised
All at once I absquatulated,
in hindsight now I know why.
The craziness simply escalated,
I no longer held the desire to try.
The pellucid message in silence
is a fierce strong-arm motivator.
Sucked into an act of defiance,
I will not indulge an instigator.
Speaking with a cogent message
I have expunged every syllable.
With no words I have set the stage
for a civil dialog to be permissible.
Now it’s your turn to open it up,
apply for a little bit of restitution.
You must swallow your pride cup
if you want to apply for absolution.
Time to become a showstopper,
no need to be unruly or obscene.
I say ‘Be wise my little grasshopper,
there is more than one jelly bean.’
My heart lies in the countryside
under the Napa rainbow laying low.
Big bright rolling valleys it has divide
The woods through which we will go.
I met an explorer near lake Bazaleti
With a small cottage on a vast land
The poor half-finished community in Svaneti
made memorable moments more demand.
My heart lies in Tbilisi with one more kiss
build a wish to remove the blackening mist
whose soulful cries brought tears to my eyes,
they swept downwards like the wintry visit.
Together we discover half-finished heaven,
This ensemble of crafts in a crude cradle
Perfectly finds the happiness of mind
In rural nature define a portrait as permissible.
That sheer breadth of beauty command,
Countryside brands picturesque snow cap,
Covered the Georgian mountain stand,
Of scenic lakes asleep and wake in a quiet nap.
Sundry variety of colours galvanized the look
Of breath-taking beauty running into cliffs
Fountain bliss, crisp with ageless water flock
diffs down the slope of great granite rocks.
My heart lies in that half-finished heaven
This medieval land a most enchanting place,
Locked in high demand with the mystery given
Supra wine and the plate of nectar taste.
They soak uptown, in Nana’s kitchen home
Love has made the easiest way to get around
Centuries of Kakheti wine becoming renown
Trek through all the expansive places we found.