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I look at the world differently now...
what could have been is no more,
time has crept upon my life
seizing precious gifts given to me
taking away life and leaving emptiness,
no more brightness, only dull colors remain.
Lifeless statues litter the terrain behind me,
emotionless cold stares are all that is left
of what could have been. No,
what should have been, damn it!
There is more time to go...
months and years of dull grey
crushing my hope and my life.
Oh my god! Where the hell did it all go so wrong?
This hopeless feeling never goes away,
it squeezes the breath from my existence,
no light is seen at the end of this tunnel,
no grand prize, no congratulations,
only dull grey emptiness surrounds me,
it is all that I have left,
it has become me!
Time ticks loudly and perversely in my ears,
it crushes my spirit,
it sickens my soul.
12/09/2015
For "Oblivion" contest sponsored by Rob Carmack.
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.
Quite a few of them tried rather fervently
To reach the light that hangs in bows
Sent sideways perversely
Through shadows of mist-like moonbows.
Or like a sundream cascading down memories
They’d trap in their heart’s chest-like the irony of the lion
Loving the lecherous acts of temporary reveries,
While believing and denying the truth of their carrion.
Like the lambs of our lives, the ancients walked with their lips
From the caves to the clouds they sung their pain
Turning self to others and rocks to ships
They gave us a sweet emptiness that had no name.
They shot beams of shades of truth and fire cries
And sung the leaves at night their stars and knelt grass
With bugs that served us plain through bark and breeze
Tries hard to not see the discrepancy between the moment one passes
And the moment one has to pass.
February 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 16-17
Key Verse – Numbers 16:5 …The LORD will shew who are his, and who is holy; and will cause him to come near unto him: even him whom he hath chosen will he cause to come near unto him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SHOWS WHO ARE HIS
Praise be to God for showing who are His by His:
Call for separation and service
Choice toward holiness and righteousness
Congregation for ministry and worship
Company for honour and glory
Command for obedience and fulfillment
Numbers 16:30 Praise be to the Lord Who visit us with His mercy
as He admonishes us not to provoke Him, and be:
Consumed perversely in our sinfulness
Cursed profusely with our selfishness
Covered to perish by our stubbornness
Crying painfully because of our shame
Clamoring for peace due to suffering
Numbers 17:5 Praise be to the Saviour for silencing us
from murmuring, and for teaching us to:
Bloom by His faithfulness and great worth
Blossom midst prayer-fervency in His gracious will
Bring fruits of His good works
Bring faith-yields by His grand wonders
Become faithful through His governing ways. Amen!
February 18, 2024
Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La...
"Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin.
Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins.
Yet somehow still so loud
Like thunder down under in the proud
Land of the long white cloud.
Daring to dream of derring do plunder.
Upsets’ unctuous umami.
Shocks’ sumptuous serendipity.
Cast asunder as against the odds.
Hallowed Gods' anguished..felled & fallowed.
Kiwis vanquished the voodoo of Indian home hoodoo.
This purple patch, so perversely plush...got a hunch.
Would make even Prince blush, proud as ribena punch.
Sporting nirvanas cavorting with crepuscular career nadirs.
Can’t pillory this Test expedition, like the Everest conquest & Hillary.
Black cap sedition…Indian perdition.
Tradition debunked by spunky funk.
Not once, not twice but thrice.
Teeming..awash with gleaming beaming white.
Emancipation...damnation & salvation.
The Indian’s cardinal sin…not being able to play spin.
No way you can naysay.. just
Another Bill Murray Groundhog day.
As we learned..the underdog winner.. we yearned had turned.
Fat cats burned & stats spurned..into a dog's dinner."
Frigid metals twist like
Banshees in shriek,
Making all who hear it fear it's threatening speech.
Cognitive cogs, turning out torture-
instigating further madness noir.
Pale green and gold in it's likeness.
Promulgated sickness.
Rusted iron dust to waft in the air,
wasping the lungs in claustrophobic-
sheer.
Gnatly obstructions, of the mocked- so mockingly unpure.
Extra sauce, nuts to soup djour.
Petrified trees claw at the air,
are the dark cathedrals amidst these nameless.
In this place there is no pollen or seed, and no blameless,
only despair.
Only Faceless Dryads, in blank stare.
Phallic Monoliths of suggestion
to gulp down and digest arears.
To guess reason and future to
their care in characature.
Erecting perversely as the devils own gnarled spires of spur and spurn.
In a place of infinite execution,
executing, excommunication-backward-absolution.
Leviathan shadowing, the fruits of nothingness.
The Goliath bloom on the throne of Judgment-
and these petrified, stalk, loom,
as pillars rooted to this testament.
Rockbeds garnish the landscape,
some as giant skulls mouths
agape in horror.
Others- the appearance of
ruptured, long-barren wombs.
Harpy hatchlings, in undead rapture-
aborted to the bed of cold's tomb.
Metaphoric to Human Nature,
Feng shui in ruin, in stoic capture.
To accessorize the cold sea of powdered tourniquet that cut in to the skin like a shackle, a manticore of manacle-
Coat of arms, insympateco.
A Bridle hard bitten down,
pre-set to the endowment of harm.
As wraith statute rides sinners like broken ponys-with glass saddles-till frothed,
and buckled down, eyes rolled back white and CROSSED.
Trust is an oak tree with shallow roots.
so very treacherous in windy weather.
I feel as though I'm glued to the floor;
pinned like a moth to an insect display.
I wish to leave this horrible evil place,
run far away into the cold, dark night.
In the flickering shadows of mankind
sympathetic words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul; healing to the heart.
Dreams rise and fall like lunar tides;
engrossing thoughts flood the brain;
as blood through old varicose veins.
Flotsam strewn about dying fields as
jetsam falls from darker, foggy skies.
Face rises to the sun, a sallow pallor.
Vultures perched, perversely hawing;
a flag is folded in presentation style;
roses tossed onto a shiny new casket.
The eve of one's quietus has arrived.
Now a day's I find everywhere
good advice from everyone
-at an office, at a dramatic stage,
-at the political stage, at night talk show on TV
-at a speech of Friday Masque,
Or at every religious place
-at a crowded bus
-at rail junction or at bazaar conversation
Where I go find and hear good advice
Now a day's our generation is really
concerned for good something
-at the poetic pensive diction
-at the rational syntax of littérateur
-at the argue of a sophist
-at the eloquence of eloquent
Every I stay with good knowledge
and carry good advice something fresh
Now a day's
You, he and I are good counsel!
By this way we and everyone love to write and speak
the something good and goodness only,
like to advise others barefacedly!
But forget that advice for the time of self doing
when everyone is asked to implement
and walked perversely by the lane of a lame excuse!
-07.05.2018 Chattogram
she was taken by surprise as she reached a pinnacle of confusion
rather used to hitting the wall this time a mirror blocked her way
‘back to square one’ it seemed to suggest but edgy as she was
it mocked her because she was used to running in skewed circles
whenever an obstacle loomed and there were too many to brace for
‘surely a curved ball reflection’ with magnification and highlights
of the hardship and irritation that had followed her many shadows
‘multiple personalities’ they said but she preferred creative contempt
had struggled with lateral thinking but decided to look at the frame
to halt for a moment from restlessness and in built deconstruction
something began to shift and teased her to inspect the hidden rabbet
bevelled surrounds might level her attempts to crash again in terror
although anger and paranoia had always been perversely comforting
and she was aware of the dangers of rising to futile levels of hope
curious with nothing to loose though she gathered a last bit of courage
tools of efforts were blunt and rusty she had been screwed for too long
and no stretch of imagination could have prepared her the surprise
at first she thought that she had stumbled on a safe full of treasures
a pot of gold maybe or ancient charted conveyance of how to proceed
instead she walked through a secret passage and never looked back
08th August 2020
[The primary cause of the 1986 space shuttle disaster was an O-ring of a design that hadn’t been tested below fifty degrees. But hey... it’s Florida, right?
That fateful night before the launch, the temperature went through the floor. That O-ring became brittle, leading to its subsequent failure. Perversely, when the O-ring first failed the solid fuel blocked the now open Joint. Alas a strong side wind caused the fuel to shift allowing the leak which led to the disaster that followed.
NASA managers had been advised in 1977 about the possibility of calamitous flaws developing in the O-rings at low temperature, but little was done.
On the morning of the launch NASA managers were advised of extremely low temperatures in the night preceding the launch. Launch was delayed by two hours to allow ice to melt but, even at launch, temperatures were below the
O-ring’s tested range. The launch was allowed to progress in spite of these warnings.]
[This poem borrows some content from my poem ‘No God Of Mine’.]
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Set for its tenth foray up into space
Challenger writ upon stark carapace
For every contingency, no expense thrifty
And sometimes the mercury drops below fifty
Brittle components barely discussed
But what dragged the mercury into the dust
Seven the number of highly trained crew
Count seventy two, then the whole thing blew
A Florida chill and an Atlantic gust
Precipitation; ash, fire and dust
Devilish snowflakes that flutter and dance
Through somebody’s devil-may-care negligence
Seek it and tag it and bag it all up
The stuff that came down from what had gone up
Forensic inspections shall raise questions that
Forensic Inspectors call smelling a rat
Too cold the night for an untested o-ring
Not really news when people are knowing
A spacecraft that’s barely defrosted of ice
Just send her up, Lads, that’ll be nice
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