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Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,
Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,
Recalling seasons pristine, ravishing, blossoming
When youth ruled meadows of blazing revelry,
Reckoning lately though, how summer parches lilies
And winter freezes perishing autumnal leaves,
Unsure whether sunlit-dawn tomorrow brings,
If life’s graying themes can still invoke dreams~
As blunt reality confronts passions embellished.
Yet, life emulates pride of battered old oak tree
Mangled and broken, withering in gusty winds
But, standing steadfastly aiming for centuries
Rejoicing birds frolicking, concert of hatchlings,
And it too sways merrily ignoring bleak warnings
Beckoning alluringly reluctant, fading feelings
To tango in ballroom of life for yet one more spin,
Conjuring ancient images of renaissance in Italy~
The Colosseum, statues, galleries full of paintings
Pulsating forever, beyond bounds of mortality
Weathered, yet standing, as battered old oak tree
And aged-existence that defiantly keeps ticking.
November 24, 2021
Placed 2nd: “W” New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Weathered
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I can't swear that you will cry,
Everything is known, yet look, we both walk with a gentle smile.
I don't know what people are searching for, a Ram, a Rahim, and a Supreme Being.
What is this story of theirs that they consider true, clinging to it with their soul?
Even after death, they continue to connect their relationships with it.
Children are the destination, so progeny is the reckoning,
The taste of deeds, bonds, likes and dislikes is also unique.
Everyone has to travel the entire country.
Worry thought it would end on the pyre,
From there, another worry burned.
Say, "Ram's name is the truth," there is infinity in the words.
Therefore: They are ignorant of this game, where truth is in the name of Ram, and death is also in the name of Ram. All are Lakshman, the goal is salvation (Moksha), keep playing...
**RAMAYANA**
With love to all,
OM namah shivaya
OM Jagdish bajantri (mhabharamnad)
This world that we live in today
has changed from generations past
our grandparents wouldn’t know it
if they could come back they’d be aghast
What has happened to make it so?
God has been forsaken by His creation
they do what they want anything goes
this is all so clear by any observation
So now God’s judgement prevails
His truth isn’t accepted as the way
every other faith is given freedom
as God’s people can’t have their say
God’s final day of reckoning
is certain and it will surely appear
they’ll be no hiding from Him then
nothing will save them not a tear!
So as man now forsakes God
God on that final day forsakes man
all their atheism and materialism
then blown way will be their plan
('if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.' 2 Chronicles ch. 7 v.14 (ESV)
'And at this house, which was exalted, everyone passing by will be astonished and say, ‘Why has the Lord done thus to this land and to this house?’ Then they will say, ‘Because they abandoned the Lord, the God of their fathers who brought them out of the land of Egypt, and laid hold on other gods and worshiped them and served them. Therefore he has brought all this disaster on them.’”. 2 Chronicles ch.7 vs 21,22 (ESV))
My son, do not listen to evil advice
All who follow will pay a price
Daughter, do not adopt a sinful lifestyle
The lustful path is sure to beguile
Making peace with your sin
And war with His truth
Leads to corruption within
And I am your proof
I breached His boundary
His restraints I cut
But then came a quandary
I was stuck in this rut
The pressures of life
Were weighing me down
The cracks caused by strife
Were a prelude to drown
But God pursued
He made an end to myself
A reckoning ensued
Reconciled to Himself
That's all honor to God
And dishonor for me
My marks from His rod
Are the lessons for thee
Make peace with His truth
And war with your sin
Learn from my goof
Let His blessing begin
Written: June 08, 2024
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I am recognizing this horrible condition
It is to assess the effect it will generate
Every shard and unit of the human body.
Also, accepting the truth is crucial
Balanced fitness and diet are options
Accept each piece of advice seriously
Still, symptoms of pancreatitis may breed
So you still feel frightened
There are several potential hazards.
Explore how diabetes destroys cells
It may require years to learn
How much actual harm occurred?
It is too late to reverse the harm.
Consider it a ticking time shell
It may burst within without escape
The greatest hazard it poses
It may burst within without escape
You may lose your vision or kidneys
A stroke, renal failure, and others are risks.
The litany of doubts that live in the heart
Fear apropos health risks is ubiquitous
It won't pull away from you as a specter
As long as this sickness is incurable.
“May 17, 1954”
A Spoken Word Piece Inspired by Brown v. Board of Education
May 17, 1954…
A date written in the ink of courage.
A day when little Black children
carrying books bigger than their bodies
walked into history.
Before the ruling,
there were signs.
White school. Colored school.
Separate doors. Separate desks.
Separate dreams.
But somebody dared to ask:
“How can education be equal
when humanity is divided?”
And the echoes of that question
reached the highest court in the land.
Mothers prayed.
Fathers worked.
Children endured.
Teachers pushed through broken systems
with secondhand books
and first-class determination.
Then came the words,
“Separate educational facilities are inherently unequal.”
Not just a sentence.
A shaking.
A reckoning.
A crack in the walls of segregation.
Because those children were never asking for special treatment.
Only equal opportunity.
Only dignity.
Only the right to learn
without being told
their skin was a limitation.
May 17, 1954 reminds us
that progress is costly.
That justice requires voices.
That history changes
when ordinary people refuse to accept injustice as normal.
And even now,
we remember.
We remember the steps walked.
The tears cried.
The courage carried into classrooms
where hatred once stood guard.
Because education is not a privilege for a few,
it is a promise for all.
And every child
deserves to walk into a classroom
feeling seen, valued, and equal.
May 17, 1954.
A decision.
A movement.
A legacy.
Still speaking.
Minerva’s child addressed Lycaons son;
“we owl and wolf are truly one”,
for air and earth guardians we be.
I come my brother from the trees,
to meet with you upon this hour,
for Gaia says she will empower
us for guarding wood and bower;
we are her chosen ones.
We’ll spread the word across water and land;
there’ll be a day of reckoning for man.
All flora and fauna must be prepared,
to defend themselves against man’s snares;
from the skies to earth, beneath,
of devastation we must bespeak,
and warn all life, watch other’s backs;
for spiritual consciousness, so many lack;
the time for action is now at hand.
Awaken all ye sleeping bands,
of field and forest, river and brook;
there’s no one to be overlooked.
Warn in time for them to hide,
including those within the tides.
Extinction bears a mournful cross;
every lost life is Gaia’s loss
and for her we now make a stand.
The trees agree to hide us all,
within the woods and forests shades;
and amid the caverns and caves.
Warn those who dwell to hide away.
from human vessels hold their sway;
to the deepest caverns beneath the sea,
swim there now...flee...flee!
Without us great Gaia ‘neath man’s hand will fall.
Power changes hands in a country, and how. State of affairs are diametrically different following a hostile takeover of a once peaceful, democratic society. The country has descended into totalitarianism, ruled with an iron fist by a brutal despot. Corruption and anarchy now hold sway. The reign of terror has citizens living in fear, and there's nowhere to hide. They're spied on by a shadowy organization; every punctilio is observed at social events. Free speech is muted and there are dire consequences for bad press or protests against the oppressive regime. Opposing activists disappear without a trace. The despot and his loyal lieutenants exercise absolute dominion over the populace. They employ fear and intimidation - their modus operandi - to maintain control, but the new normal is far from acceptable. A day of reckoning is coming, a secret cabal is setting up strategy on how to finally topple the regime.
oppressive regime
despot rules with iron fist ~
things about to change
YOUNG LOVE
Therefore young love affords a promise ring.
Angels beam with shoulders bent aquiver.
His woolen arm shushes her from shiver.
Perchance the wedding bells one day will sing.
An ache of warmth - the trials yet to come.
The constant text of hearts, smilies and such.
And lucid lips that glide and long for touch.
The fate’s a fire that wants a loving home.
A day of reckoning might bruise their way
for things do change - the crooked path, love’s test.
Of months and years, life’s cares will do their best
to break you down or up — perhaps you’ll stay.
Ah, beginning of love with all its zest.
Oh, days of wisdom wait at length impressed.
1/2/2019
Where is my heart, right or left?
It's right to say left , as it has to be.
I think of it only when a pain lingers
Dread of an attack making it still
Perhaps it's none than an air trap.
Whatever, a cold sweat sweeps us
My 50s is on the exit , 60 at door step
Doc says I should be very careful,
Since my heart is older than me.
As age count started just by birth.
But how to care, he has a magic list.
Less smoke, less liquor , less fat
More sweat, more water,more love.
And life is what I will gain, perhaps.
None knows if the chill is but nearby.
Well, death is inevitable and real
Will it come when self is ready?
When am I ready ? Should I know?
Is Today be my day of reckoning
If tomorrow should I be recalled.
Oh my! I dread the motionless me
I dread the weeps of my dear ones
I dread death, as 'am taphophobic
I dread death , as 'am acrophobic.
As not sure to the depth or height I go.
But I love to go to that inner world
Of that mystery ,we call after life.
To know how is the world beyond
To prove those masters of time
Right or wrong in what they taught
But for that should I need to die?
The shudder, listening to death's steps
Approaching , marking lives at random
Is more painful than of death itself.
If fear grips,final one is a second death.