Long Resistance Poems
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The New N Word
Volcanoes erupt
Ice melts
Boulders
Scree
All move freely
All have purpose
Ultimately resting
Until dealt with
Or not
Such reality
Chooses not a destiny
Relying instead on nature's digestion
Its need to purge on occasion
Allowing gaseous release at times
Forging its evolution
Becoming either challenging obstacle
Or opportunity for progress
Why must some obviate such normalcy
Forever choosing square pegs
To fit round hole resistance
At any cost
Accusing simple physics as impediment?
We work at defying life's unfolding
Often insisting dark
Over light
Hard
Over soft
Pushing
Gouging
Throwing
Any and all organicity aside
After all
We are sentient beings
With comforts to protect
Supremacy to uphold
And the natural order of things?
The phenomena often delivering
Inopportune warnings
Of things to come?
Lest we forget
In spite of an insidious new N word
A 21st century conceived discrimination
Ignorance-embraceable
Intelligence-insufferable
Nature knows not enslavement
Life is not short!
In fact life is lengthened long,
Long for seeds of grace to germinate and sprout into emerald sprouts,
And the callow shrubs can grow into bushy bushes.
Life is adequate enough for an innocent boy,
To proceed into a man of substance,
For a beautiful girl to advance into a woman of wisdom,
Each moment a chance for transformation,
From the raw potential of youth,
To the seasoned strength of maturity.
Life unfolds at its own rhythm,
A symphony of experiences and lessons,
Guiding us along the path of self-discovery,
Nurturing the seeds of greatness within us,
Until we bloom into our fullest selves.
Life is a boundless eternal dance,
Beyond the grasp of time's cold hands.
Not a tally of breaths inhaled,
Nor a calculation on a mortal scale.
Life and time, distant kin indeed,
One flowing freely, the other bound by need.
Life's essence not confined by tick or tock,
It dances and weaves through time's endless clock.
A process separate, a journey untamed,
Life's essence remains, forever unchained.
As time's final curtain begins to draw near,
Life's spirit soars, unburdened by fear.
In the grand arras of being,
Life's strings interlock, a sublime resistance.
Beyond the measure of time's fleeting chime,
Life endures, eternal and sublime.
Form:
You skulked down the hidden backstreets of rationality,
peering through the keyholes of human decency,
and crawled in through the sewers of thought,
to whisper your name to the unsuspecting innocent,
filling them with the fear of discontented oppression.
“We are America, So up Yours!” was your battle cry
and the naive jump aboard your pretentious parade.
Fake news…
Fake hair…
FAKE TRUTH!
Maybe we should have ‘read HIS lips’.
Wall them out, or wall us in…that is the question.
Oh yes, my dear friend William,
we are truly suffering the slings and arrows,
of outrageous buffoonery.
Do we now take up arms and light the battle fires of resistance?
Or do we sleep…
Perchance to dream.
Be careful what you dream for.
Written 3/10/2017
Existential fear abandoned for the sake of delusion
Nuclear freeze in her heart of alchemy’s shivers
Veiled shadows dancing to the echo of silence
Intemperance sounding choral confusion of fate
Rosemary scents a bunch of renegade petals
On her journey of lone pipers on terminal bugles
Never one to retreat into apathy she shouts
Mere prophesies into winds of desperate change
Egos will shatter when the last call fades into
No man’s shelter from the trap of human demise
To listen to her mute call is too dark to resist
Entropy swishes one more throw of loaded dice
Nirvana beckons at the gate of heavenly doubt
Virulent resistance comes to the court of justice
In naked despair Rosemary gathers seedlings of hope
Revolves one penultimate time on an axis of evil
Onto pyres of satanic temptation led by the snake
Nemesis confronts agonists and die-hard villains
Mutates mutiny’s prayers into eternity’s pleas
Endless contortions spin the world as we know it
Nefarious quietude rises to a challenging saviour
Thor the God of Thunder loses patience and weeps …
Encores
nibble
violet
incandescence
roasting
onslaughts’
negation
Meander
eternity’s
novel
transmission
Eureka
Naysayers
Vanquish
Irretrievable
Revulsion
Obliterate
Nebulous
Misalignment
Expunge
Noxious
Terror
19th November 2019
Think of us oft, when you travel afar,
On orders protecting, lives we enjoy;
You and your pals, family superstars,
We miss you every time, you must deploy.
And while you’re away, the kids will move on,
School, sports, church—and nightly prayers for their Dad;
Strong daily living; a life marathon,
Until your return, our love ironclad.
Many folks benefit from your good will,
They honor volunteer service no doubt;
And when you return, back to the sawmill,
Our own return to normal, comes about.
Thank you. We love you. You are our hero.
Our resistance to your service—zero!
August 17, 2018
Before technology became widespread
Different ideas every person shed
Experiments were done, executed, conducted
Various discoveries from them resulted
Scientists were known for their countless contributions
Their unending research created new revelations
Genetically modified organisms for instance
Where food, plants or animals they tried to enhance
A sample of this is a modified tomato
The Flavr Savr as we commonly know
It was the first created GMO
Where ripening was made long and slow
Tomatoes are not the only food that's modified
But crops from the farms that they tested and tried
Golden Rice, Bt corn, papaya and potatoes
All rich in vitamins, including the tomato
Plants weren't exempted from this vast improvement
StarLink ang Weathergard they managed to invent
They can adapt to their surroundings' condition
In terms of resistance to temperature depletion
I have weathered the storms of ages and I have completed all the races; the clouds have broken away in the skies shining the light on the multitude that is trapped in the dark, mankind has fashioned the world with material made from the earth, they have built gigantic ships, airplane, fighter jets and everything that is bigger than the human frame.
You look for the God of the ages among all the human races and you cannot find it, because it doesn’t exist, something is out there that is bigger that man and it is not the pope in the Vatican, the Greeks have created it and the Europeans brainwash it and serve it in the missionary dish and the people dilute it and spread it.
They continue to believe the myth of time and they say that the deity is divine; the Europeans have created this phenomenon and rub it in the brain of the poor peasant sufferers.
I have always sought the truth that is saturated in my youth, the blur memory of yesterday has gone away and the residue of time keeps floating on my mind. I have read stories of old about the ingenuity of mankind soul and the beast that is trapped in his mind and the anger that is bubbling up inside.
It sprang up from the East and spans throughout the century when mankind first emerges as savage beast, hunting in the woods looking for something to eat and so he develops a cannibalistic nature and prey on every living flesh that confronts him in the epicenter of death.
Oh, how the world stands as a vast rock around me, and new vision is melting inside me, the rock of time will reshape your mind and the universe will draw closer to the earth. The trees in the field will expand and every human on earth will own a piece of land; the resistance will break through the gate and your spirit will be free.
Courage will escort you on the stage and destiny will renew your age and the rock of time will embrace you. Be still and listen careful to what the universe is saying to you, let go and let love flow.
The rock of time cannot break, the rock of times has a fortified gate.
The Tiger Between Us
Maybe she knows how big my heart is when no one counts the distance anymore,
How this cosmic muscle stretched all the way to her, like a fate choosing a wound,
My love for her is like a boat lost on an ocean without eternal margins,
And in this boat lives a tiger—the distance that breathes without roaring.
It doesn't attack me with fangs, just inhales in silence reminding me perpetually
How far away she is and how close her absence remains like a phantom,
Sometimes I think it guards me, other times I know for sure it locks me in a cage,
I row with burned skin, with trembling hands, with hunger sculpted in my bones.
Thirst is written on my lips like a psychedelic mantra that never erases,
Still I move forward—distance, even as a wild beast, still allows the journey,
I believed for entire centuries that she was waiting for me beyond this blue water,
A shore, an end, an answer—but the ocean taught me what my eyes refused.
There is no other side—she's not standing beyond waiting with open arms,
She is the ocean itself, the magical depth where I melt in liquid waves,
When I understood this, the struggle changed its meaning like a hypnotic spiral,
I no longer chase dry land—I surrender to the depths, become part of salt water.
The more I accept that she is the living ocean that swallows me tenderly,
The more I dissolve inside her—the tiger of distance weakens hungrily,
One day it will die in silence, starved by my total surrender without resistance,
And I will disappear—not body, not name—but separate existence that evaporates.
I will never touch her—I will become her, ocean and waltz and breath,
What remains of me will no longer know where I end and where she begins,
Psychedelic fusion of consciousnesses melted in the marine depth of infinite love,
The tiger between us dies when I understand—distance is illusion, we are one.
A treasure was hidden,
Dig deeper within,
Come with me,
Let our journey begin.
As the seeds crack open,
There's an energy explosion.
Life's magik potion,
creating miracles in motion.
invoking emotion, as the seed pod opens,
The roots start prodding and poking,
Their existence eroding,
Slowly growing,
Flowing with persistence.
Embracing resistance.
Obstacles slowing,
And showing the way.
Safely through the darkness,
As they play.
Building their foundation,
to maintain its creation,
generation after generation.
While lost in translation,
We build blind nations,
Littered with false expectations.
All of us,
Trained in seperation,
Disguising our true relation,
Your unique aspect,
To add to Creation.
All of our roots Entwined,
our energy combined,
you'll find,
Only as ONE,
Can we act as the divine.
Search for your purpose.
Fight for the light.
Break through the surface,
Be vibrant and bright.
You can feel the shine,
as GOD tingles down your spine.
Gifting you the power,
To create your life's design.
Keep an open mind,
as you find out,
more about,
The SEEDS you plant,
And the LEAVES that sprout.
Mohtarmaas!
Not just titles,
Titans of change,
Revolution’s rhythm,
Pulsing through time!
Tricolour dreams—
Sewn with the might of women,
Saffron courage,
White truth,
Green hope,
Their spirits spin tales,
Defiance in diversity!
From Jhansi’s fort
To Delhi’s gates,
Rebellion echoes,
In the roar of battlefields,
In the silence of prison cells,
In verses of poets,
Who knew no bounds!
Lakshmibai to now—
A journey carved in blood and ink
Sarojini’s song,
Freedom’s Cry,
They fought, they led,
They soared!
Progress flows—
Like the river of their unwavering will,
Carving paths through patriarchal lands,
In councils of revolution,
In rallies of inspiration,
In homes ripe for change.
Yet, prejudice looms,
and Challenges whisper in the dark,
But we—
We are the daughters of these warriors,
Our hearts beat with the rhythm of their resistance!
Mohtarma!
A whisper, a roar, a beacon,
Generations of fierce freedom—
Bold, brave,
Barrier-breaking!
At this moment,
Between their sacrifices and our aspirations—
We stand,
We remember,
We continue!
Indian Women—
Not just fighters,
But fierce flames,
Not just supporters,
But a storm!
Of dreams, determination,
Destinies redefined!
Countless years
And their story flows—
Through our veins,
In every heartbeat,
In every breath,
We rise,
Uncrowned Queens,
The legacy continues.