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The image in my mirror,
(Some loving mother’s son),
Has no identity,
No name from anyone.
Mottled thoughts surround me
Each one a treasure trove
Living there as episodes
My past has lived and wove.
A woman in my doorway
Asks: “How you feelin’, Dad?”
But I cannot recognize
This wandering maenad.
Things appear before me
Throughout my normal day
But recognitions of what they are
Alzheimer’s stole away.
I can’t feel the sorrow,
The loss nor the disdain
Within a face before me
Upon which displays pain.
I’m filled with love and longing
Which I want to shine on through …
But, I can find no one I know
To whom I can give it to.
Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
Word Trio in D Minor
Who? Me?
Dude, I’m just a confused star-watcher like you.
The movie of life continually plays before us,
Here in the cinematic darkness of another dying day;
Celluloid memories dressed in black parade before us like lost ghosts;
We sad souls, hopeful but hopeless,
Scan the heavens for a distant voice, a silent nod,
Even for a faint whisper of response,
From the Giver and Taker of all.
For the *****, dressed scantily in baleful blue,
Continues to turn and bend like Eden’s snake;
Moist, slippery oozing scenes take place once again in the leafy palisades.
We star-watchers know where to gaze,
We choose which stars to kill with an empty barrel.
The asphalt avenues remind us of the nights ahead,
They veer as a woman veers,
After bitter recognitions in the morning,
After anguished eyes have seen the drooling truth;
They confront us as dust confronts the dead,
They guide us as lanterns in the cold fog.
They know the truth is hidden in plain sight.
Who? Me?
Dude, I’m just another lost soul like you.
Lost as men without contemplation or reconciliation;
Lost as women without gesture or spasm, but
We star-watchers will bring roses for the dead,
We will sing the songs of submission and survival;
We will dance to the music of madness,
And we will continue to scan the skies and the stars
For a distant voice, a silent nod,
Even for a faint whisper of response,
From the Giver and Taker of all.
853.
Our Sunrise During PBBM – Part 1
(1) Behold in 2022: Year of the Tiger
The “Tiger of the North” became the Winner
As President of the country
At the same time, our Agriculture Secretary
(2) As President of our nation
His 1st Law is SIM Card Registration
This is in order to stop & decrease
Fraud, scams & criminal activities
(3) As Agriculture Secretary, he worked to ease
The debt burdens of Agrarian beneficiaries
He also worked to give farm lands to tenant farmers
To free them from the peasants' long-time curse
(4) During PBBM's 1st year in office
Philippine foods came to the world's notice
Tortang Talong became a World's Best Egg Dish
Chicken Inasal became a World's Best Chicken Dish
(5) Lumpiang Shanghai became a Best Street Snack in the world
Kare-Kare became a Best Stew in the World
Among the World's Best Cake is Pinoy Bibingka
Pinoy Restaurants were among the best in Asia
(6) Also during BBM's 1st Year as President
Philippine Islands became in the world apparent
Cebu, Palawan & Boracay gain worldwide recognitions
The Philippines itself became Asia's Leading Beach & Dive Destinations
(7) Coleen Garcia won as “Best Actress” in Venezuela
Jodi Sta. Maria was also “Best Actress” in Asia
Meiji Cruz won as “Miss Cosmo World” in Malaysia
Ging Reyes gained a Laureate for Women in Asia.
-12/30/2023
(Dumarao… Rizal Day)
*“Our Sunrise During Marcos” collection
He was born in Yonkers, just north of New York City.
This man grew up to be funny and witty.
While working in a luncheonette owned by his family,
with the art of patois, Sid displayed proficiency.
As a funny comedian, he made his presence felt.
Sid got his start in upstate New York in the Borscht Belt.
As a saxophonist, his first job was at the Vacationland.
He became an influential member of the hotel’s band.
With the late Imogene Coca, he was a television pioneer.
On Broadway and in movies, Sid would also appear.
However, alcohol and barbiturates nearly destroyed his career.
A recovery brought him back into entertainment’s sphere.
Over the years, many awards and recognitions came his way.
At the age of ninety-one, Sid Caesar passed away.
RIP Sid Caesar
(1922-2014)
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and variety.com for information
I obtained to write this poem.
When wondering why
Earth is
as S/He are
Follow green capital wealth,
he monopolistically advised,
for playing more catastrophic
future win/lose games
And yet, remembered s/he,
also lead to future win/win learning
with full-spectral
deep mindful
panentheistically organic
green vegetation nature,
and blue sky nurture,
and red skies at night nutrition
Dusky and well-moisturized
nonviolent communications
better trauma-informed physically robust health
of a non-anthrosupremacist
nonverbal planet
seasonally inviting cooperative metaphysical wealth
of a synergetic EarthTribe
unitarian experience
Currently wondering why
Earth is
as S/He are
Where two or three
green gift economies
green polycultural ecologies
green empowering theologies
are thriving worldwide hypostatic wins
Start there to follow triple co-investments
and here to lead cooperative compassions
toward optimizing inside personal health
also includes restoring outside social wealth
Opportunities
to grow more elegant
and civil
and enlightened
and depolarized
and less chronic stress-triggering
To integrate social
green
panentheistic capital growth outcomes
with red-is-right fisted trauma prevention
reducing blue/green climate desecration anxiety
Thereby planning to harvest
improved eco-political health care
giving
And global co-empathic wealth
warm
wet
wombed
sacred soul and soil
and sea and seasons
CoPassionate green fragrances
felt
and formed
and functioning
Flowing out past
win/win recognitions
inflaming intuited sacred grace
Health Yang-given out
past
Wealth Yin-received in
futures wondering why
Earth is
as S/He are.
When your notebook was placed in my hands,
I waited,
as if opening it too quickly might scatter
whatever quiet lived between its pages.
The first few drawings were like pale constellations,
white lines learning how to exist in the dark,
a vase holding flowers that knew how to bloom,
a self-portrait…
those unmistakable eyes
behind that pair of transparent, rectangular frames…
seeing and being seen at once
And then,
I saw the one I was told was made with me in mind,
as your self-portrait closed its eyes,
the next page opened onto mine,
No other sketches intervened.
Just a sweet, subtle “me before you” message,
like an unspoken continuation.
The Prussian blue ocean like a boundless mirror reflecting the sky,
a vast canvas of infinite dreams.
At the shoreline, stood a lone girl beside a palm tree,
hair unbound…
swaying with the wind as if it had learned freedom
by watching the waves.
Since then, when someone asks me the meaning of my name,
I hesitate,
because how do you fit yourself
into a single word
after being rendered like that?
So I tell them, it means:
The serenity of the sky,
the depth of the ocean and
the divine blue of Lord Krishna.
For, when our eyes meet,
all languages melt into music…
into that one line
“…Jabse Radha Shyam ke nain hue chaar…”
As if some meetings are not accidental,
but recognitions…
coloured carefully,
and remembered forever in blue.
~Nilashree
Islands in the Stream
Islands linked together like forged argent charms,
In straights of silent, surging currents,
Where Watchtowers of Fresnel lens sound fog sirens
Where sacred shoals harbor shame forgiven;
Lightships built high on cribs and Keys of truth finally seen
As bright argand lamps on chariot wheels send out beacons,
To signal sightless ships with broken masts and rudders
Through whirlpools of turbulent canals and gushing straights,
To find serene deep-water ports in chains of channeled islands.
Yet, these no islands only mountaintops of maturity climbed
From submerged land coupled at a thousand leagues
Beneath the tidal moon enchantment;
Restoring milestone harbors of illumination
Words lit by isophase candle lamps inside carved prisms
Expanding light waves of thought - recognitions of new plateaus
Topping astragals of aerobeacons with untasted adventures
Into enlightenments leaving behind each newly explored isle -
New christened tall ships navigate siren’s lure in uncharted streams.
9-20-21
Contest: Islands in the Stream
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
For Mystic Rose Rose
Bring me Home
Poetry Contest
Tuesday
28th September 2021
Bring Me Home
Today back when
What I'd like to give you is
A subtle heady mix of perfume and cologne
Before or just incase my mind and
recognitions fail me
Based purely on my childhood memories
Of what my mother and father's
actually smelled like to me
Which was embedded and infused into the
threadbare carpets born out over time inside
our family home
That once I was eventually forced into
finally replacing
Was then lost in time forever unable to return
Wishing although brand new later I never
had to replace
Because something new never will be able
to evoke the sensibility of the past
And once it's finally gone ever able to replace
As something you simply took for granted
as a certain scent or smell
No 1 else on this earth possesses but them
Like mum retuning home from a long
hard 12 hour shift from the hospital
where she once nursed breezing bye
With an aromatic blend of industrial
detergent and cigarette smoke
And dad embedded with what can only
be described as electricity and T.C.P
Garnered from the tubes that we're the
main component in the back used to
power old t.v sets
Is what every night I pray to dream
Following whichever comes first mother's
perfume or dad's cologne
Bings me home
And may I also take this opportunity of thanking you
Oh Mystic
For making me take the time to
stop and smell the sweet scented
rose's of my past once again
And for reminding me just how truly blessed
and grateful I should be
I watched the water shuttering on the table.
I was stunned as this seemed out off sorts:
an earthquake exactly at twelve, high noon
on 12-12-2012 . This is the day, that the
Priapus Award finalist had to have
there name in in order to receive the
nominations for Researcher and amatuer
Journalist of the year. Seven ordained people
had to dispute there works
but criticize them as Professional grade in
order to qualify for nomination. There own rebuke
of these people would then offer others
from competitive points of view to then be
nominated for the Award. This bought competition:
the day's earthquake only gave Priapus,
" the God of Journalism the platform to call those
in opposition of him "pagans and peasants"!
The forum was designed to allow amateur's to
show case there works, and gives them a platform
with criticism that has been selected to tame
the liberal hearts of "Attention Seekers". The
annual event has drawn a following: the Ceremonies
eiter are done on Christmas Day of New Years Day,
creating a place for people to belong and have security in
the areas of there works.Podcast platforms and Individuals
are all given an opportunity. Presentation is everything.
All religions are included: all sorts of topics are included.
The Pastors award is given to the Pastor of the year. A sports Award and Culinary Award
are also highlight features.
The areas of Music, Theater, Science, Art and Agriculture
have segmented recognitions to. " The Clipper Award in Podcasting,
"The Pull Quote" Award. The Alia Award in music, and Grappler award in Wrestling. Palooka Award in Boxing and many others. I sat stunned at the table watching the wave, while
the earthquake rattled the table. I directed my frustration toward being safe,thats how I bared
with the loneliness. "Biting on my style: me calling him a Playerist
may have been the Ego Tamer we were looking for!