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I was sitting on our porch enjoying a cool mountain breeze the other day
with the view of the mountains so grand
when in the midst of all this reverie…a tiny feather landed on my hand.
I’d never experienced a feather so tiny…it was a sight to see
and I wondered of all the places in the world…
why had it landed on me?
I quickly looked around…and just was quickly formulated a plan
to find the tiny bird who dropped her tiny feather in my hand
I wanted to ask her why she had chosen me…to drop a feather on today….
but I never got the chance because that illusive bird…had already flown away.
I assumed it was a hummingbird who left me this little gem
we often see them hovering around the feeder we have out for them.
In fact they like to buzz my head in the morning…
It is there way to shout
that they are hungry and I have forgotten to put their feeder out.
But the feeder was out and waiting for them…
no need to buzz my head…
could there be another reason…
for this feather to be shed?
Since she didn’t hang around for me to ask…this is what ii think…
It was her way of saying Thank You…for providing her a morning drink.
It could be the feather just fell off her…and in a completely random way…
floated on the breeze and onto my hand that day.
But I prefer to think it wasn’t random…
that it was part of this hummingbird’s plan
and if she ever pauses long enough…
I’ll ask her as fast as I possibly can.
Character
What defines us becomes very clear at times,
when the generous spirit works in echoes of frames.
Beside the task of generating month end meets,
are the relations and trust with its deeds.
When prejudice and temptations are wrought,
establishing a particular colour in random thought.
As long the endeavors are not influenced true inward light,
the path before only seem to fall into direction of bright.
Can you with natural intuition very clear discern,
that true knowledge is an act of aware moments to learn.
Be a part of eternal resolve and hold it there,
and make this presence a pleasure to care.
Then those who go in company of vain,
are doomed by insecurities and negotiation on a late train.
Tying to solve the necessity to self-righteous gain,
not seeing the sentiment causing disappointing pain.
The agony to control the moment by influence rights,
trying to subdue the outcome by all might’s.
The act of manipulation as such becomes the endeavor,
in the name of compassionate rendered favor.
Then if the occasions will rise,
there will be no need to any scarifies.
The ‘if’ and all far fetched stories of suffering and distress,
are the cherry on top for the image in tenderness.
Those who take the law of reason as depends,
will have to question, the attraction to strange friends.
The temptation to influence the serene still,
is to challenging the forces of darkness coming to will.
Some of us have the right foundation taken to test,
providing the true peace that exist, for mental rest.
Then every moment with all its caring virtues therein,
is the solution by characters senses combine.
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - SECOND PART
No food nor drinking water, those alive, pity
Faced chillness, starvation and panic in eyes
No medicines, no blankets and no clothes
People succumbed in homes and on roads
Hundreds of people dead; countless injured
Houses and cars in thousands submerged
All essential storage quickly lost; and no food
Nor shelter; alas providers became seekers
A catastrophe that none believed will happen,
Occurred anyway, as people simply wilted low
Money and materials could not be of help
As holding hands alone forebode being alive
The future looked suddenly bitter and bleak
With money, valuables and motorcars lost
Very difficult it looked to make good the loss
As personal belongings all vanished in a toss
And by the time the boats came calling
And relief was in sight; most people had
Lost the battle and barely held their lives
The unrelenting flood having spewed its wrath
The misfortune threw up the good Samaritans
For many showed up, courting risk upfront
To save many a folk, with dedication abound
In desperate time providing solace and succor
Brave young volunteers were there in full
To reach supplies for people in a mess
But the disaster had hit in full, long before
Many need decades to get back, as before.
And then army men arrived to ferry in boats
Saving people, marooned and maligned
Helicopters dropped food for hungry mouths
As pilots picked the sick and the hopeless
The Government claimed it did its part, well
While the critics made a lot of noise, as ever
Alas people were left, high and dry; dismayed
To mourn the loss and weep, in silent mode!
Some said the authority failed; in their role
Some said it was “El Nino” “Climate Change”
Many attributed: highest rainfall in 100 years!
But I know: Millions of folk took a mighty blow!
TRUTH OF MY LONELY TRUTH
Alone in my own lonely world
I see the truth hidden inside me
And the lies that has kept me company for a long time
Deceiving myself of my own deceit
Making a fool of my foolishness.
The busy times that never gave time for thinking
Providing time to busy my hidden unbusied time
Covering the future truths with the present lies
Abandoned truth…Accepted lie…
The world is not a bed of roses I hear
Yet never heard it is a bed of thorns
Though thorns surround roses
Lonely and deep in thought
I see my future clearly as in a big screen
I see the world as it is
Not as I believe it is.
I realize, I have been deluding myself
With past and present illusions
Uncovering many things in the process
Especially responsibilities ahead
I see in me the man I will be
Not the boy I am nor the child I was
I see the rugged roads to be taken
Not the smooth illusionary roads thought
Sometimes, I get afraid of the future
Sometimes, I get motivated…
It dawns on me that am alone and on my own
Knowing that every decision I make now
Will affect me in whatever way I made them.
Most importantly it reveals the real me in me
And dawns on me to tread my paths carefully
For unlike my counterparts, am already in the world
But assures me of the success to follow
The truth of my lonely truth…
…Lordvip…
Their candles burnt brightly long ago
Providing for us and watching us grow
But the years passed by and took their toll
And left behind gaps in our soul.
When we were young they were always there
And that they'd be there forever how wrong we were
Old age comes make no mistake
Accepting it is hard to take.
They looked like giants when we were small
Picked us up when we had a fall
When we were upset they wiped our tears
And supported us throughout the years.
Their task now done, we're left behind
And it makes you think that life's unkind
Here today and gone tomorrow
All that is left is pain and sorrow.
But we remember too, those in their prime
Whose candles went out before their time
One thing I know they wouldn't want you sad
Look back and remember the good times that you had.
Times a great healer people often say
But the void that they leave does' not fade away
Their memories live on in our hearts and mind
Comfort it will bring you, that I hope you will find.
Memories do surface from time to time
When you hear a song or even this rhyme
It's dedicated to those who have gone to their rest
And the years they were with us were surely the best.
( I composed this poem for a recent family reunion dedicating it to our parents and younger members of the family who have gone to their rest.)
Written 7th November 2017
For Your Best Poem Ever Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Chantelle Ann Cooke.
May 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 13-16
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 13:12 And, behold, God himself is with us for our captain, and his priests with sounding trumpets to cry alarm against you. O children of Israel, fight ye not against the LORD God of your fathers; for ye shall not prosper.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS WITH US FOR OUR CAPTAIN
Praise be to God Who is with us for our captain:
Prevailing over our persistent pride
Prospering our purposeful progress
Propelling our prayerful performance
Providing for our powered pressing-on
Purging our perverted pursuits
2Chronicles 14:11 Praise be to the Lord for letting us rest along His:
Effective revival
Eternal redemption
Everlasting restoration
Extra especial replenishment
Every day essential refreshment
2Chronicles 15:11 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to offer to Him our best as His:
Saved steward
Sanctified servant
Strengthened soldier
Steadfast soulwinner
Studious Scripture-seeker
2Chronicles 16:7 Praise be to the Almighty
for exhorting us to rely on Him to:
Exalt His honour
Expect His helping hand
Escape from hindering harm
Endure hardships with His hoisting
Embrace His health and hopefulness. Amen!
May 13, 2024
From whence we as human civilization
began and came into existence
Still very little do we actually know to
this day
As only a partial bit of our history is yet
to be uncovered
And is then left up to academia to
summise and best explain the
reasoning behind
From since long before the written
form came into existence and was
to be discovered
Walls and cave's we're dorbed with
primitive pictorial pictogram and
Hieroglyphics
All seem to follow and have
a common thread
Every single deity so long as able to
looked up and sought for the answers
In the Stars and Skies above
Once the sun and daylight dissapears
and darkness of night finally appears
The Stars come out and proceed to
illuminate like an open storybook
Descending with it unto earth the
Mythology of the God's and so to
the origins of human creation
And to this day why we as human
beings still look up and tilt our head's
and eyes skyward
When we choose to go in search and
search for the answers that we seek
in order to make sense of the meaning
of life itself
An unfathomable unimaginable celestial firestorm on display combusting and
imploding into a cosmic vacuum millions
of light-years away invisible to the human
naked eye
Creating and leaving black holes
reverberating in its wake bathing in
it's afterglow as if it we're the dawning
sun rising on the event horizon field of
gold
Providing comfort and a final everlasting
resting place as even stars burn out and
die when their time is up letting us know
nothing lives forever not even the stars
themselves
All we need and wish to know is
when our time on earth is up and we die
Do we similarly die like stars destined
to be swallowed hole so as an escape
porthole can be opened to another
dimension
Or is that black hole a star creates simply awaiting new arrival's and slam's tight shut
once we enter
BEING IN NI AWARENESS AND AI’S ADDICTION
In fantasy games of Satanic fun,
AI engages our children in killing joy:-
Screaming and laughing with pleasure,
Their NI soon becomes addicted to murder:
High, with no remorse to it in daily life’s reality:--
Rather than providing our children
With needed divine wisdom and guidance,
We’ve given them to the engaging Chromebook;
Hoping its awesome hypnotizing-AI-mind-controlling,
Will keep our children from nagging us for attention:-
Though somewhat liberated from physical slavery,
We’ve somehow become victims of mental slavery;
Forgetting that it takes a free mind to liberate the body:-
As a result, we’ve surrendered the minds of our kids to AI,
Instead of nourishing them with divine wisdom and guidance:-
Rather than leaving our children to Chromebook fantasies,
We need to return to ancestral one-on-one homeschooling:-
We must mold gifted, liberated minds in structured awareness;
Keeping them on track in physical, emotional, and spiritual growth:-
Indeed, while AI has its place, it cannot replace our God’s gifted NI.
Once more and again, let us not forget that our navel givers
Did more with less, that we with more, would have less to do;
Let’s ensure that our navels’ offspring will likewise have less to do:-
Let us forever be in their lives, footprinting the right way to go;
That when they become navel givers, they will do, likewise:-
Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder
into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling
comfortably numb skull,
hence tried and true value accorded
transcendental meditation recourse
offering absolutely zero choice
incumbent upon yours truly
to remedy cerebral chaos,
an unpleasant quotidian experience,
whenever yours truly
exits deep sleep
more potent solution
versus pharmacological medication
to instill peace of mind,
plus elevating cosmic consciousness
allowing, enabling and providing
pronouncedly heightened awareness
acutely poignant insight
permeating throughout this body electric
calming, fanning, jumpstarting
vitally important discipline
in order for lifetime anxiety riddled
disabling affliction upends
potential to satiate existence
(oft times state of severe panic -
triggering chronic sweaty palms
extremely bothersome
physiological manifestation
induces suicidal ideation
i.e. death welcomed),
which onset regarding
ordinary agitated state
inchoate congenital malady
probably coalesced in utero
extremely intolerable,
especially incorporating socialization,
cuz no contra dance partner
(cue Irish jig and reel
musicians playing lively tunes)
favors grasping hand
analogous to wet dishrag.
I
A striped butterfly hovers on Chrysanthemum,
With blooms providing the beloved sweet nectar;
The sweetness that butterflies want more than life itself.
Bright dazzling orange bursts in a sunny garden,
Calling to the flying jewels swirling and twirling;
It is said butterflies and flowers are meant for each other.
II
In my little city garden I have planted flowers,
And it is there that I find inspiration for poems;
A place of contemplation where flying flowers soothe my soul.
I work to create their wish list safe sanctuary,
Of sunny open space and muddy water they love;
Shelter from the wind amongst asters, cornflowers and daisies.
A flat garden stone for basking in the sunshine,
The solitude creates feelings deep within my soul;
Images that float on wings in my mind and flutter into words.
Surreal poetry that I release into the wind,
That go drifting on beautiful butterfly wings.
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May 6, 2015
Free Verse/ Ekphrasis/A Garden With Wings
Copyright Protected, 05-67-0-726-06
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted into the Premier contest, Your Favorite Old Poem #3
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 2015
Third Place