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The folly of a young man
Lost opportunities, lost moments
I have such a Beautiful Daughter, her name is Gail.
As her father, I was not there, miserably I did fail.
At ten, I left her in the clutches of anger and hate.
This I did, as her father, left her to the hands of fate.
A cruel thing I did to her childhood, to her coming years.
Little did I provide for her psychic growth, are my fears
as I left her alone, heartbroken, feeling deserted, in tears.
My actions offered little hope for her growth it appears.
Family dynamics, no connection with my biological mother,
little with my father, he could hardly find the time to bother
Then there was much the same for my biological brother.
Unlike my many other siblings, he was like no other.
Lucky was I, for my paternal Grandparents chose to be,
Even though far too old, they took the reins and raised me.
I have but few regrets, one that pervasively stands out,
the pain and heartache I caused those who loved without
strings, without chains, yet from me, received so little in return.
I have been preparing, as the day draws nigh, to burn
away all my transgressions and with my ashes, left in my urn,
the home I made for my final resting place, lessons did I learn
before my transition, my journey, as dust, into the next dimension.
This life, on this plane has permeated with little comprehension’
B. J. “A” 2
April 30th 2024
dislodged deranged
from
unhinged anchorage
errant mind
isolated obdurate
intuitively
from
righteous roots
of
inviolability
resolute
by
dislodging drive
of
deriding desires
feral
intuits frustrated
insolent instincts
shrouds senses
in
disdain chasm
under frailty
of
sensitivity surface
perceptible
of
corporeal conscience
transparent
fleeting thoughts
tangential
imprint internally
transitory template
profoundly prudent
of
intrinsic images
on
evanescent screen
of
avid awareness
emergent
within
unique quintessence
of
supreme reality
acuity surge
through
inner window
on
psychic panorama
enlightened
lets inside
intuition sunshine
of
new dawn
where
impetuous actuality
configures impulse
notional
of
awakened essence
refined
enhancing strength
of
cathartic spirit
soul contained
covertly
in
formless cauldron
of
engulfing vacuity
finds freedom
as
devout lotus
immanent
unfurls petals
of
divine bliss
within
sincerity space
ingrained
O, Blue! Blazing like precious sapphire or Tanzanite pure,
Or the blueness baking and basking the seas and allure;
Like divine rays spreading within cells and leading to depths,
Rendering calmness and serenity as though pure breaths!
Like treasures within the earth, healing is hidden in you;
As tempests or storms, or cyclones, power is pouring too!
Just like tranquilizers, you calm our brain and nerves and veins;
The healing power in you releases our psychic pains!
You're signs of decorum, devotion, and dedication,
And symbolize understanding and determination;
When digging out the deepest roots of human histories,
Therapists find you a revealer of true mysteries!
The Indian truths find you pervading the Visudha,
Like a chain linking the neck, hands and arms, and throat chakra;
Welling up into peace of mind and positive feelings,
And paving within intense insights and sincere dealings!
It's hence, O Blue I admire you! As a color relaxing!
Mending human hearts and minds and keeping them from taxing!
As the color shining, yet, cool and calm in the rainbows;
Mingling the elements and rhythm of the cosmos!
06 November 2021
BLUE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
I saw you were perfect..
and I loved your confidence..
but I yearned to feel whole,
So I made a fling...
You saw my ego,
You smiled at my strength,
you raised your brows and gave me a wink...
The night was blessed with cool breeze that gave rythms to cling..
I understood your manly display..
a bird with a grandest massive tail
though it seemed you had a golden star,
though it seemed you had all flowers dance to your guitar...
though it seemed you had fine jars and feathers to make the tallest tree har..
Yet you seek to explode me into your fireworks of cigar..
but I am a crane in jakar..
my immunity from duty is my priority...
I seek no ideal instance..
I seek for a dirty dove to sour in comfort of our reality...
My beauty lies on being unapologetic..
I am a black night crane with no reverence for psychic..
Alabaster used for statues and vases
Brass and beryl
Calcite, relative of limestone and marble
Diamond, pure carbon
Erbium used for fiber optics
Fluorite boosts mental clarity
Gypsum and graphite
Hematite polished into beads
Iron used to make steel
Jadeite graded A B or C
Kunzite soft pink, lilac or violet
Limestone formed from shells and corals
Moonstone heightens psychic sensitivity
Nacre also mother-of-pearl
Opal plays with rainbow colors
Peridot August’s birthstone
Quartz used in electronics
Ruby red
Sapphire a deep Kashmir blue
Topaz November’s birthstone
Unakite green and pink granite
Vesuvianite discovered in Italy
Wavelite a rare aluminum mineral
Xanthite named by ancient Greeks
Yowah nut from Australia
Zircon of many colors
Cardinal zodiac sign of intractable psychic quality
An archetype of self-mastery and perseverance
Prepared always to take discerned control of destiny
Ruled by the planet Saturn, the strength of trait lies
In the innate sense of duty and responsibility, making
Capable achiever being ambitious and determined
Oriented toward contemplation with inner awareness
Regarded as down to earth, practical and pragmatic
Not faltering to face with fortitude the days of winter.
April 1, 2021
Contest : Star Sign Acrostics
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Ebullient ecstasy cascades carefree
in the winding valley of the teeming time,
changes the tenuous tenor with the reflection
of the chromatic sky in the overflowing palette,
painting the proclivity parchment
with the hues of delighted dawn and dulcet dusk.
On the sensuous convivial canvas of unification,
the emotive artist draws converging contours,
paints the poignant panorama of sensitivity,
where the diverse psychic elements mingle,
perceiving the vibrant essence so long ignored.
Life then turns into the epitome of euphoria.
The mystique miasma of transcendent trance
envelops within the innate mental mantle
the merging perceptions of righteousness,
the contrasting cascade of intuitive persona,
passing through the changing channels carved
in the shifting sands of the stimulating time.
With the multicolored sensory strands
of the possessive passion pervasive,
the mesmerized mind intertwines introspectively
the frail filaments of faith to form
the mental motif shrouding things dismally distant.
Life then turns into the essence of emotion.
As the anastomosing river flows fervent
with the dislodged sediments of the denuded banks,
meets the seamless sea in the timeless terrain,
the mariner mind sails benign with the flow of rapture,
deposits the debris of the wrecked wasteland.
Life then turns into the confluence of consciousness.
All she has to do is live her truth
Clairaudient certainly for she sees spirits.
She also has clairvoyance, clairsentience, claircognizance,
Her family is discouraging, disappointed, angry.
First they try to convince her that what she sees is not there.
That her feelings are wrong.
Telling her that her “knowing without knowing how she knows”
is an infraction against God.
But how can it be? Didn’t He create me? She argues.
They poke fun of her, laugh at her, jeer her.
They are her family, her parents, her siblings.
The ones she wanted to trust the most.
She shuts down over time.
Pretends to accept their religion over her spirituality
Their truth over her truth
Their ideals over her absolute knowing.
When she grows up she wanders off and finds other like-minded souls.
They uplift her, nurture her, love her.
Released by the others, she thrives.
killer (suicide) wrought living corpse
fruition, while she whipped various
nutritious concoctions in blender
to ensure minimal essentials to, I
readily admit) famished body in con
junction with applying vital supple
mints into bony gluteus maximus,
thru fuel injection which submissiveness
to acquiesce, and bare buttocks did
absolutely nothing to squelch death wish.
I inexorably overcame eating disorder
deadly hunger strike essentially constituted
declaration of independent control
despite horrendous craving for food
jabbed innards like a pike bifurcated
psychic division loosed, ousted, and
routed coeval grim reaper grippe
permanent goal lyeth drink seize abated
gnome hatter reminiscence blissful child
hood over flooded self made dike
revised engendering propensity
to catapult into abysmal emotional hole
before invention of Facebook, I
mentally clicked Like sparring sword
fight mailer daemons mortally wounded
slain, viz healthy development stole.
Imprimatur indelibly etched decades
after bout with passive exit from life
crimps psycho/social skills plus
stunted physical growth butcher knife
cuts affected mental health with panic
attacks and anxiety though existence
considerably less riddled debilitating
symptoms (such as vertigo, racing heart,
profuse sweating, nausea, irritable bowels)
courtesy prescription medications.
Little Red Riding Santa Girl with a heart of unconditional love
Headed the reindeer north, steering them to Christmas above
In the clouds of fantasy land, the empathetic waited.
They cheered when they saw her; she had been anticipated.
The prophecy is true then, the reindeer whispered to himself.
I know! Gasped the psychic elf, who had escaped from nature’s shelf.
Is it the true Red Riding Santa Girl? The King of Christmas asked.
I am sure it is! Said the excited Snow Queen with a gasp.
The sleigh got closer to the frozen town, and everyone gave a cheer.
The mission was going to be much easier and happier this year.
They had been waiting for the prophecy for so long, they were excited.
To finally meet Red Riding Santa Girl, left all of them delighted.
She jumped off of the sleigh and gave them hugs, all around.
I dreamed that this winter wonderland could now finally be found.
My mission is clear, to help Santa every Christmas Eve.