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"Grief is the price we pay for love." Quoted by _Queen Elizabeth II
I walk streets of grief and of solitude,
oh, dark death has come like a crawling thief;
and I am drifting like a fallen leaf,
wandering wrapped in weeping quietude.
Oh, how long will I wander in a haze,
will it be long years or months, weeks or days;
weary, I wish for the glow of sunlight,
I can feel it on my face . . . oh delight !
The path I follow is paved with gem stones,
streets of solitude still mine when broken;
often left sad, moody and soft-spoken.
Some days are fine and some are all amiss,
and some are just pure sublime, serene bliss;
now, my streets not always of decayed bones.
The Teacher
Written some where around 1962
By Douglas Malloch
In honor of Douglas Malloch with the hope
That I am only honoring this great Poem
By reproducing a part of it
This is not the beginning of the Poem ‘The Teacher’
…….
A general, a great divine,
Yea, Men whose names with luster shine,
Learned Latin at that simple shrine.
For here the great began
To dream, to wish, to hope, to plan;
To day was born tomorrow’s man.
And so the teacher grew to gray;
And fifty years have passed away
When someone happens on a day
To pause before the teacher’s door,
The threshold that the children wore
A half a century or more,
And asks, as that good man appears:
“Are you not weary, tired to tears,
Of teaching Latin all the years?”
A simple answer he employs
To tell a teacher’s holy joys:
“I don’t teach Latin – I teach boys.”
God bless the teacher who can look
Above beyond, the open book,
The one who teaching undertook
Nor merely for the Latin’s sake,
But for the holy chance to make
Tomorrow’s man, a soul to wake;
……
By Douglas Malloch
This great Poem quoted in honor of all sinbcere Teachers & ‘Andrea Dietrich a teacher’
This is also in honor and love of my wife, who also is a Teacher.
Ravindra
Written: August 29, 2023
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In a world of normal minds, they say,
As thoughts are bound in an adducible way,
A crucial realm of wisdom, often quoted,
Resides in books, yet remains unnoted.
What matters to those commonsensical souls?
Who dread leaving their safe zones of control,
Who adheres to the standard despite harm,
A parody of crucial concepts is not a psalm.
Where imagination thrives,
Ordinary minds bear daring dives,
There lies the beauty of being unconfined,
To the limits of what's deemed normal, defined.
For in the realm of crucial views to foresee,
There is none here that is subject to a decree,
No restrictions on what can be said or done,
No evaluation; no need to comply or stun.
Here, vital ideas turn into comedy,
A playful dance of ideas and absurdity,
Where seriousness waxes a giggling matter,
And the mundane transforms into laughter.
So let us stray from the path well-trodden,
Embrace the unconventional and broaden
Our horizons beyond the ordinary,
In the wit of key views, clarity is a corollary.
For at least 60 seconds, my heart was racing, palpitating.
I was unaware of it, did not feel the racing, the stressing.
Furthermore, my doctor indicated that it had happened
more than three months prior, and I had no clue what
he was talking about. But just as my doctor indicated,
I was not SERENE,
In a place and atmosphere where I should have been CALM and STILL*,
my heart was racing as I was pacing rapidly through and across the building.
At my church, for the Christmas program, I was scheduled to do a reading
from the Bible, and my Bible was missing. Fortunately, it was located in time,
and all ended well.
My cardiologist was miles away; yet he knew what my heart was doing.
He knew because my heart issue requires a pacemaker that was inserted
by him 6 years ago. When he checked the monitor, my lack of QUIET
was revealed, and he quoted to me the exact day that there were
at least 60 plus seconds that my heart was not very PEACEFUL.
I was determined to know what happened on the day of December 20, 2020.
So when I arrived home, I checked my calendar and immediately understood
what took place that robbed me of my normally TRANQUIL state.
051121PSCtest, Writing Prompt-Calm, Constance La France. 3P
*"Be still, and know that I am God!...." Psalm 46:10 NRSV
In the time loop, I'll fall in love with you again and again,
Not in a café or park, but where time itself breaks,
A moment that resets every nineteen minutes,
As if the universe stumbles over the syllables of your name.
You'll spill coffee on my shirt for the seventeenth time,
You'll apologize as if it matters, and I'll pretend not to know,
The exact shape of your regret, how your gaze darts to the left,
Before your laughter stitches the air into strips of memories.
We’ll kiss accidentally on the rooftop of the clear sky,
Right after the pigeons take flight toward the horizons,
Right before the clouds remember to cry again,
And you won’t know we’ve done this sixty-three times.
But I will know, I will remember every version of your soul,
The one who loves classical music, the one who doesn’t believe in love,
The one who quoted Bacovia and made me believe in more,
Sometimes you leave, sometimes I do, and the loop breaks and binds.
But I wrecked it whispering a truth you hadn’t earned,
The loop snapped back like a rubber band and took you from me abruptly,
I'll fall in love with you in a loop, to avoid risking an ending,
So I can rewind before you say we want different futures.
Thus, I can live in almost, in what-if, in the sacred middle,
Between spark and fire, where love is an endless dance,
And when the loop ends, if it ever does,
I’ll pass by you in real time, perhaps I’ll let you go.
But not today, today we dance in a moment that dares not die,
You spill coffee on me as if it’s the first time, and I laugh,
As if it’s not the last, in the time loop, love is eternal,
And we are caught in a game of hearts that never part.
Dedicated to Dr. Martin Hilpert
I softly touched your little hand with mine
You. You are not an easy one to tame
You took off your hand and started running. Strong and swift.
I followed you. A gust of wind touched my scarf. My open face.
And I reached for your hand. Again.
The other day you sounded happy.
You finished the book.
You declared loudly," I learned a lot! It was fun!"
I asked you then, " Can you tell me about syncretism?"
"..What does it mean?" You asked me back.
"The amalgamation or attempted amalgamation of different religions, cultures, or schools of thought," I quoted the definition.
"An awful effort indeed!" You sounded serious.
" It has another meaning, though," I said.
"What is that?" You asked.
"The merging of different inflectional varieties of a word during the development of a language," I quoted. Again.
"I liked this concept a lot. I would stick to it." He announced.
"What about the other? Are you fixing it for others than yourself?" I asked.
His big eyes narrowed down. " Have faith. The rest will follow through."
39 MINUTES
I’m trapped down here, with no way out
It’s the end with thirtynine minutes to go
Showing on a timebomb that I have found
And it has such an irritating ticking sound
Yet it seems my time is still passing so slow
But nobody here to tell me what it’s about
I can’t get that old movie out of my mind
Thirty nine steps and the Elizabeth Tower
That was also a bomb, as I seem to recall
And pre-war espionage at the end of it all
In my situation I’ve only got half an hour
There’s not much I can do, I am resigned
Some have quoted that life can be a
But it appears that either way I’m doomed
Although there’s only thirteen minutes left
My fingers so cold and stiff, no longer deft
It couldn’t be disarmed, someone assumed
But wait, I’ve just discovered the off switch
You're gone
I will never
see you
touch you
breath you in
again. But
in my words
you will be
immortalized.
I assure you
my darling
that with my pen
as witness
you will be painted
in deep strokes
of ink to lie penned
onto supple paper.
I will describe
your laugh
your eyes
the way you
tuck your hair
behind your ear.
You will and
have already been
quoted
described
and yes,
cried over
page after page
baptized
in tears and ink
hundreds of times.
Some will see you
as a Villain while
others will swear
you are a Goddess.
And always
when you leave
as inevitably
you always do
I'll beg for
your return
But you'll be gone
but I promise
you'll live forever
always as
the only story
that ever really
mattered.
©SamHarty
New York City came to great Excitement!
The people stopped in their tracks to take notice!
Traffic was at a complete stand still!
They were awed at what they were witnessing!
No, it wasn't Batman in the Bat mobile!
What caught their attention!
Was the Pope in the Pope mobile!
Michael Tor 9/24/2015 A little humor welcoming the Pope to NYC.
I love and respect this man.
Republican presidential candidate Rick Santorum, was quoted saying,
" When it comes to climate change, the Pope needs to leave the
science with the scientist." He was quoted, After Rick heard the Pope
address climate change in his speech to Congress. Little did he know
the Pope has a Masters degree in Chemistry, and was a Scientist!
Relief courtesy dreaded (re:) inspection not revisited until May 2022
Anticipatory anxiety put on high alert
when the warden gave less than a week
courtesy spluttering tone of voice
she did angrily blurt
nsync with her usual persona
being wickedly curt
treating us (myself and missus) like dirt
gloating in our writhing adversity
poor, sharecroppers, no matter yours truly indigent
no matter exhaustive effort I do exert
to secure living income/wage, thus flirt
with visions of illusions grandeur
analogous to taut pulled belt girt
tightly around psyche whereby temple hurt
with unbearable agony
rendering these lovely bones inert.
Grosse and Quade Management
at 2 Highland Manor Apartments
with Jackie Geiger at the helm
finds yours truly afflicted with weak
praise, cuz she left us
(meself and the missus)
in figurative darkness,
whereby I electronically bellow and shriek
silently critiquing as if writing op/ed
for Time magazine and/or defunct Newsweek
perhaps under heading summarizing healthweek,
which hypothetical issue possibly considered
virtual collector's item
and subsequently unreal antique.
Nevertheless said rich daddy's princess
forewarned yours truly and spouse
dated June 24th, 2021,
quoted verbatim as follows:
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Harris
Due to your recent annual inspection,
we will be re-inspecting
your apartment on Tuesday, June 29th
from 11am-4pm.
We will be conducting
the inspection to ensure
you are making progress
cleaning your apartment,
especially your kitchen and bathroom areas.
We also want to keep up
with eliminating your fruit fly issue
in your apartment.
The above date came and went
(as did two other recently lapsed dates),
we never got notified
approximately five year tenant
logically concluded - and anger pent
up inside furious enough
methinks gross analogy when
twenty eight National Guardsmen
fired their weapons at a group
of anti-war demonstrators at Kent
State On May 4, 1970,
now mine poem attains completion extent.