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Hill And Mountain Talk
Copper flowers quarried in the lower tundra
In sculpted form beneath the pebbly footing
Two giant mountains there to quarrel with each other
Who will occupy the lion’s share of space
One mountain insults the other to its face
Calls it a hill and asks it to leave the place
They stay for centuries, carving out the sky and sun with their jagged shapes
Copper flowers do just fine with moisture from the fog
And survive quite well between the hill and mountain
Who shade them beneath their faces, but feel their weight disgraced
6/21/14 Hills are Alive With Poetry contest
Sitting on a stone my hands brushing against the cold water
I gaze upon the night sky searching my reason in the heavenly bodies
floating up in the universe...
The secluded life which I had chosen away from all the hustle
and noise of the humans, was it a wish to attain peace?
In my heart I truly new that it was a way to escape my past.
But is any human capable of doing that?
I did forgive him, but has forgiveness ever lead to forgetting the truth?
No matter how far you run, no matter how much we admit to move on
The day we had that quarrel where I saw his real unmasked face
can never be obliterated.
The moment your whole life is declared a lie
you loose your purpose.
In the forest near the river I now live my life in complete solitude
this is how I imagined it would be.
And the present is alluring.
Quotable
Regina McIntosh
A card is an origami of the cosmos,
a square of twilight folded twice,
and folded paper breathes with hidden life.
It is a tiny, quiet theater
where the heart’s unspooled desires
perform a silent, glowing waltz.
We press our love into the pulp of trees,
capturing the soul’s geometry—
a constellation of unspoken things.
The envelope, a vessel of crisp white frost,
guards the fragile alchemy within:
a drop of captured sun,
a winter’s thaw,
a map to where the lonely find a shore.
Open the gatefold,
and watch the topography of care unfold.
Here, embossed forget-me-nots bloom in neon frost:
And velvet ribbons tie the loose ends of a quarrel
into bows of shimmering, impossible light.
The words are not just manufactured rhyme,
but chronometers of grace,
designed to stall the marching hands of time
upon a loved one’s face.
Within the matte embrace of vellum,
a mother’s unsaid courage drips like honey,
a father’s pride stands rooted like an ancient oak,
and friendships that have weathered bitter storms
are poured like stardust into handwritten ink.
These are holograms of memory,
projecting laughter over oceans,
casting warmth into the coldest, darkest rooms.
It waits patiently in the mailbox
to bloom again in the garden of another day.
To give a card is to offer a piece of your own chest,
a paper lantern released into the dark,
a folded sanctuary where the soul can rest.
It tells the receiver: You are seen. You are held.
Even when the physical miles divide us,
our spirits are forever intertwined,
within the beautiful, surreal origami of humankind.
What is the point of screaming
When feeling low
It doesn't solve anything
Or change the status quo.
Few seem to listen
As they have problems of their own
Others go silent
To try to live in a world of their own.
Many feel dissatisfied,
Quarrel, cause a fight.
What are they fighting for
With so much vigour and might.
The way we cope,
If that is what we do
Is questionable
As we all have different points of view.
Live and let live
Don't interfere with others,
Share your good fortune
And knowledge with your brothers
Eradicate greed and power,
From your mind
What a different World this would be
For all humankind.
An alligator always ate addax and antelopes.
Baby bats began bouncing before burping
Caterpillars climb cable crossings carefully
Dingos don't dine delicately during dinner.
Eager elephants enjoy easily eating eggplants
Funny frogs finally find flipping fun
Granny goat 's girl got green grapes
Healthy heavy happy hippos hate horrendous heat
Iguana is inhaling icky insects
Jolly Joey Jumps joyfully juggling jelly jars.
Kevin's kangaroo keeps kicking kids
Lions like long-legged little llamas
monkeys making magical music
Nightingales nest neatly nearby
Olly's old Ostrich outruns others
Polly parrot playfully peck puppies paws
Quick quirky quails quarrel quietly
Robert's rascally rabbits racing raccoons
Slinky slimy snakes slither slowly
Tony the Tiger tasted termites.
Unusual Ukari understands us
Voracious vicarious vultures visibly vibrate
Walruses wobble while wiggling wildly
x-ray tetras want worms
Young yellow yackety Yaks yawn
Zealous Zany Zesty Zebra
The following are examples
Of how I look at the good and bad side of life
Peace is good... war is extremely bad
A thriving economy is good... unemployment is bad
Coexisting is good... confrontation is bad
Smile after a quarrel is good... frowning is bad
Wishing someone a great day is good... failng is bad
Forgiving someone is good... holding grudge is bad
Drinking is good... under the influence is bad
Always being happy is good... being sad is bad
Growing old with grace... growing crochety is bad
Helping friends is good... refusing help in need is bad
Sharing your good fortune is good... hoarding is bad
Are you convinced yet? No? Here's more...
Hugging your wife is good... neighbour's wife bad
Smiling broadly is good... frowning like an ogre is bad
Telling people you love them is good... correcting them is bad
Being gracious to people... a habitual grouch is bad
Honesty is good... deception is bad
A smiling waitress is good... grouchy servants are bad
Being truthful is good... deceiving people is bad
Good advice I'm giving freely is good... lying to you is bad
There... I've said my piece!
That's the good and the bad side of life!
The elemental powers,
Of natural scenes to paint.
Combined with intangible drama,
In a time so far and quaint.
Below the hills of Arles,
All the landscapes thrive.
The hands of Vincent Van Gogh,
Painted them alive.
Enveloped by harmony of things,
While he waited for Gauguin.
Vincent found in Arles,
What others looked for in Japan.
Paul Gauguin came and stayed,
But then he left out of fear.
Which broke Vincent’s heart,
That led to the cutting of his ear.
Vincent grew disturbed,
After his friendships quarrel.
The inception of an ill saga,
And a broken heart in Arles.
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*Note: Inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's
Life and work. A true genius who
suffered of a broken heart.
So what if I die—
not too soon,
not the way I expect,
but suddenly, without warning?
After a quarrel with Mom,
storming out with a burning face,
cursing and blaming—
will heaven still accept me?
Or after my wife is pregnant
with a boy who must learn
how to exist in this edited world—
will he live to see the man I hoped to be?
Or after graduation,
my parents proud,
friends and teachers full of praise—
would my death make their sacrifices wasted?
Or at old age, past eighty-five,
dreams fulfilled,
a happy family and shelves of trophies—
is that the right way to die?
What if I died before five?
No dreams yet, only a small bright face.
The sorrow would belong to family—
would I be a forgotten dream?
Perhaps no death is planned.
It never knocks; it breaks in
and carries the soul away,
whether young, too young, old, or old enough.
Death knows its hour,
decreed by God.
So when a soul leaves the body,
do not cry too long.
Pray that the soul finds peace in the grave
and paradise in the hereafter.
What meanest thou? Why doest thou rage oh man.
How hath thee imagined an evil thing against thine brother.
For now the nations are heard, a tulmut as waves roaring.
Mankind shalt weep for the loss of his sovereign glory.
Kingdoms shall fall to break asunder the pangs of conscienceness and cords of fellowship.
Can'st thou explain? If thou canst answer me.
Why doest thou continue and thusly allow
suspicion, prejudice , and narrow-mindedness.
Why must thou hate and raileth upon thine brother and turn one man against another
creating this endless quarrel of man.
Lest thou learnst to forgive and seek each thy brothers higher good then shalt the ancient
pulse of hatred continue to grow until the nations of the world explode.
Whilst thou understand oh man? Mankind hath but one redemptive plan to love one another
as was God's command.
I am seated in the dark
Listening to the soundless sound, yet calming.
I'm gazing upon the millions of stars
Some are brighter than the others,
While some gets brighter and then go dim,
Appearing and disappearing
Yet none of them quarrel with one another.
Looking at this live piece of Art
gives me butterflies and a strong sense of peace
that is rare to find from man nature.
So will I keep gazing upon the sky
while there is life to live in this flesh and blood?
I am caught up in a beautiful dream,
Eventually I should open my eyes
else I could be robbed of Life,
What is the meaning of this life lately,
When it gives a piercing stare?
Scared I am not and obviously not wise enough
to balance the equation.
So I gaze upon the firmament.
The Mankind are at war with one another
They are at each other's throats
Fighting for power and dominion.
This is a winning battle in disguise
The Mother of hatred; poverty and suffering.
The Earth is broken
Her Offspring are scattered and far away from home
Some Brothers and Sisters are lamenting from dawn to dusk
seeking for self liberation.
Same people that were supposed to lead us home
are the ones leading us to the doom.
It just becomes more darker by day.
Sons and Daughters of the Soil are in turmoil
Stripped naked their only essence of Life
hence there is a Pandemic of Self ignorance
Clothed with happy Family Selfies and
Boutique Attires on empty shells.
Children are drowning in their tears
Fathers and Mothers are walking decaying corpse
and making ends meet,
Cause there is no food for a lazy man.
Tonight I am Sky gazing
Please wake me up when this is all over.
I need a Sign.