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It can't be known in its totality,
It seems to metamorphose and shapeshift,
It emphasizes human brevity,
It ushers the new dawn and builds a rift.
All that it brings to us we seek answers,
We are surrounded by perplexities,
Complexities stand erect like towers,
Observances are mere formalities.
The mind is the target and the bull’s eye,
We all tread the path of vicissitudes,
We wrestle, pray, meditate and push high
Life’s depictions are only platitudes.
Its entirety is hidden far beneath,
We go on a search but meet a brick wall,
Our hands can’t reach for all that lie underneath,
We see clearer and learn from every fall.
July 22, 2022.
It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest,
Constance La France,
Life.
"We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
- Unseeking Seeker
Even though we’ve been here a thousand times before,
Someone is the Keeper of the store,
Though sometimes we’re saddled with life’s perplexities,
Difficult to ponder deeply amidst complexities.
Have you ever fought hard to keep your focus?
It’s like you see your mind on an unexplainable race course,
You wonder what flows with the time,
What summons an eerie clime?
The soul is always asking questions,
Wanting to know if some things are sculpted intentions,
It seeks a higher power,
Someone to hold its hand on an ivory tower.
To which image should we cling,
To whom should our hearts in dawn sing,
If not the One who holds bliss' key,
God is in everything we see.
April 28, 2024.
Revived Treasured Safety abide by Security Meditation.
Sing Pray serves height weight night light expresses the test!
Do not borrow sorrow moans and groans or any strain or shame if you must weep then weep for perplexities tears upon the head and our heart is normal It is upon a stone we rest our head where most stories are told for the ending and beginning of time history and memories feed at our closet doors were most times you softly become the Chief Cornerstone!
You must eat laughter drink laughter be laughter because you deserved this
Academy Award!
Find mind time for you with you and for you to ride the stallion of dusty windy trails in the dirt called earth It is time to be amazing for someone else depends on you to always make the way a clear path to understanding the great love is waiting in the spring mist of foggy times shine in the darkness be like salt never lose your tasteful flavor full fruit of destiny story. Find time to shine to face your fears in mind and places in the head buried deep within the secret dungeon corner hidden vaults for whatever is bound on earth is binding in heaven too!
So!
Be energy that walks stayed alive Be kind to care share love weaker vessels
and help others with your expertise and be ready to expand!
For we all have our beginnings and our endings
In God,s plan we bow to our Master's Claims!
And Rest!!
Maybe some of us have an inclination and are somehow aware
That there exists a foredoomed concoction of our cerebral affairs
And that there are others who are passive, masquerading in plain sight
Hiding their cascades of sorrow, behind facades of solace and smiles
Nobody knows of what escapades, that each of us were bequeathed
Yet perhaps we all know that deep down, there exists an alternative
A perplexing ringing, an insatiable itch that just won't go away
And with no concept of clarity, we unjustly gaze towards tomorrow’s hostility
Signs adorn the peripheral landscape, only their messages are wearily obsolete
Perplexities whilst disconcerting, never cause any degree of mystifying disbelief
Even though these are somewhat difficult memories, upon which we regularly reflect
Cursed are we amongst these others, undeservedly aware that the cure is the disease
It is truly with ultimate desperation that we shall endeavour never to forget
So we simply shrug this nuance aside and continually pursue the shadows tail.
Understand the colours,
Listen to the whispers,
Push beyond the contours,
Find tranquillity in the hues.
Colours reach out to us;
They encourage us to embark on a journey,
Exploring the depths of existence,
Discovering the mysteries of imagination.
Trapped within the painting are the perplexities and complexities of the mind.
Hidden in the artwork is the silent cry of the troubled.
Something in the painting beckons us to pause and reflect;
This leads us through a door into the universe of mysteries.
Colours are the beauty of the day in the summer glow;
They aid imaginations to blossom and grow.
Sometimes, paintings reflect what dwells within us.
Colours and paintings are the inseparable ink of creativity.
December 20, 2025.
In English classes my skull would be reelin' with a myriad of perplexities,
Strugglin' to cope with English Composition with its multitudinous complexities!
I could never comprehend (and never will) the mysteries of verbs and pronouns,
Or danglin' participles, prepositions, conjunctions and irregular nouns!
"Your future will be mighty bleak", my patient teachers hinted indirectly,
"If you don't learn the intricacies of the English lingo now and correctly!"
The long-sufferin' teachers considered me a dunce and their hopeless bane!
I wanted to be a pilot! How was this folderol gonna help me fly a plane?
Incomprehensible to me were past, present and future perfect tenses!
Invariably, I bungled those terms in trying to compose any of my sentences!
Fiddle faddle! Why, I mused from my naïve and youthful perspective,
Would I ever have any use for a comparative or superlative adjective?
My favorite classes were glee club, art and gymn, each in which I did excel,
But adverb clauses, proper and predicate nouns to my mind just didn't gel!
The use of consonants, vowels and indefinite articles left my head a-spinnin',
I couldn't understand the use of predicates or proper titles from the beginnin'!
Thankfully, after the vicissitudes of high school and bewildering frustration
I somehow managed to accumulate enough English credits for graduation!
Well, I reckon I ain't never gonna be no good at parsin' a sentence no how!
(Wouldn't my teachers be proud of that line - or would me they disavow!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
It is designed to run smoothly,
It is made to work freely,
It goes on its course,
It moves on its path,
Happy it goes,
Excited it travels,
It possesses the required momentum,
Its engines have been fired up,
With time we hear squeaks and creaks,
Its motion is inhibited,
Its velocity recedes,
It is assailed by elements of distress,
Troubles and perplexities beset it,
It is over saddled with
responsibilities and desires,
Anxieties take the reins,
Fear creeps in stealthy,
If these are not eliminated,
It comes to a stop,
The machine declines and dies,
Its purpose is fulfilled in a part,
Its intention is met in a piece.
May 17, 2022,
Edward Ibeh,
A Cog in The Machine,
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 30 - Poetry Contest.
Political pressures had not been tyrannizing me,
Nor out of severe social strangulations, I did flee;
The I in me and me in I, decide my death decree,
Owing to these I've been a cursed nomadic refugee...!
Where has my immaculately innocent psyche gone?
Unto whose infatuation my spirit flirted on?
Pathetic, is the disposition of a refugee,
Who, from his iridescent inner self is forced to flee...!
The war within me, like betwixt devils, is horrible,
The perplexities that surround me, are deplorable;
Is each vice oozing from out of the blue ignorable?
Is my lost image, as designed by God, restorable?
Do the physic and the psyche of a refugee, still
sweep away the subtle suppleness of power to will?
Fugitivity from self, like the inferno, does grill,
The enthusiasm of very existence, it does kill...!
The trifles that I had held as values, I've, now, upturned,
My refuge is my love-loaded intrinsic me, I've learned;
As the prodigal son, appeased, toward home I've returned,
Within my very self, my place in this cosmos, I've earned...!
05 April 2023
Writing Challenge - 'R' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
"Covid emergency Acts" & 1930 Nazi Germany Cohesion
Gaslighting from Wuhan, the bitter scourge raged,
Covid the Brand,
the value is FEAR and Control.
the "marketeer" shrouded in obscurity,
subtle conditioning,
psychological warfare
unconnected mind control game.
Concealment of odious lab experiment.
Global perplexities without a gun,
unseen armies moving through the air,
hopeless mortals stripped of honour,
proud kings humbled by fear,
men crossing the threshold of speculation
At the precipice of a reset.
ignorance seeks the thrones on all sphere,
Presidents and tyrants of nations devoid of science,
mandating and manipulating all like Hitler,
to seek solace in experimental opium.
compromised media destitute of Chemistry,
suggesting ampoule from greedy pharmaceuticals,
Business trumped,
anxieties exacerbated,
controlling by fear,
Masking laws to deface nature's Beauty,
Sanitizer as cure enriching China,
From Isolation,
to Lock down and lockouts,
to the Greek Labelling,
Alpha overturned by Beta,
and Gamma conquered by Delta,
demonized immune system,
deodorize chemical solution from the lab
deceived by propaganda to the Jab, susceptible still.
A false sense of relief.
and the naming ceremonies unending,
Mutation from Vaccines, concealed,
Then the arrival of Omicron from South Africa.
The Vaxxed unprotected by experiment blames the "unvaxxed"
The world a Laboratory for the greedy,
money mongers devising opium by trial and error,
another experiment for the gullible as cure,
Censorship of opinion by big Tech,
dictation and Propaganda.
Welcome Socialism,
Wuhan now cured.
Selective restriction,
deprivation, broad day robbery,
undefined PCR Test,
speculative stigma,
Positive or Negative incontestable,
punishment for the Beijing weapon
Freedom was Yesterday
Socialism is Here at Last.
Value of kindness and compassion towards other beings, people that serve humans by fraternity teachings.
Tagore believed to have contact with the divine; one has to worship humanity to confine.
Reaching future generation and it means to be a human,
coming from the most selfless act conclusion.
Acts of humanity should not be corrupted,
in any form by fame, power or greed conducted.
Divisiveness caused through race, religion and nationality,
socio-economics causing humanity to disintegrate radically.
The poorest countries infested by international charities,
volunteering for a CV are the modern parodies.
Regressing all to the point not to care about their surrounding,
perplexities to indulge that defy humanity confounding.
Qualities that form the foundation are honesty and integrity,
courage and self awareness, no religion is bigger than humanity.
Orwell’s warning that we grow into a dystopian society,
with conformity that is a polluted big brother anxiety.
Fear in propaganda at means of oppression conducted,
status quo by **** retentive honors as state consulted.
Through in charge by handicapped people that cannot rise,
above the sense of duty have a heavy price.
Then duty becomes pleasure by true intuition,
conceived by reason of loving human condition.