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As I step outside, I feel a chill in the air.
It's a perfect time for an afternoon drive.
With the top down on this glorious day,
I realize summer has reached its end.
Leaves are strewn across vast meadows,
tumbling aground in a profusion of vivid colors
of russet, umber, and gold. It looks so festive!
I don't know where this country road will take me,
nor do I care, for the day is resplendently fair.
Rustic beauty abounds in this autumnal scenery.
Clearly, Mother Nature is calling upon fall
to spread its wings and fly over hills and valleys
as she orchestrates the changing of her seasons.
I've just crossed a bridge where waters babble,
sounding like a melody played by woodland nymphs.
With the wind in my hair, and saffron sun shining,
I'm in harmony with the rhythmic song of autumn.
Feeling the need to act like an adventurous child,
I stop on the roadside and climb an old wooden fence.
An apple orchard tempts me to help myself,
so, I'm biting into a juicy apple, savoring its flavor.
From atop a lookout point on a mountain crest,
a sultry autumn breeze is permeating the air
with a heady scent of wild roses and clematis.
Sadly, I turn from the cliff's view. Time to go home.
A sanguine sun seems to be setting the world ablaze
with flames as it silently slips into the sea.
Soon, a harvest moon will ascend in her golden glory.
What a wonderful day I've spent driving across the land.
Tomorrow, I plan to bake a pan of cobbler because I
can't forget the succulent flavor of that delicious apple.
I'll take the same drive again in a few weeks
to get two pumpkins from the patch several miles back.
There'll be one for a jack-o-lantern with a frightful face
and another for the filling of spiced pumpkin pies.
September 11, 2022
Fall Flavors Contest ~ Sponsor: Gina McIntosh
Chosen Theme ~ Taking a fall drive
Health brings freedom to live
intentionally
resplendently
maturely
resonantly
integrally
regeneratively
compassionately
resiliently
kindly.
Freedom is personal,
but also social,
political
but also economic,
ecological
but also theological.
Health requires freedom from addiction
to beliefs:
Some people are born to rule
and own Earth,
while others are born to be serfs
and slaves,
laborers
and frightened/angry addicts.
Some people are born
to be born again,
while others are born
to be unredeemed,
idol worshipers,
poor,
sinners.
Some straight males are born to be White
Evangelical Supremacists,
while others are born
to be Other.
Some people are born to extract
from healthy Earth
as they choose to expand personal
and corporate materialistic "wealth".
Others are born to be entertained by,
and sometimes envious of,
these violent stories
of capitalistic rape
and plunder.
Multicultural dreams of inclusive democracy,
expanding throughout all cooperative economic strata,
encompassing all politically engaged genders,
all nations and tribes,
all positive energy systems
to regenerate a global health network
of wealthy freedom
for all interdependent creatures
globally here below,
and those who fly,
and revolve,
and generate light
power
energy,
These are ancient
indigenous dreams
of non-addicted trust,
non-dualistic Truth,
polycultural free-trade outcomes
for EarthDwellers,
EarthPatriots
EarthLovers
EarthSabbath Worshipers.
Regardless of age
gender
race
left-brain dominant enculturation,
colonizing violent history,
capitalism's win/lose supremacist games,
energy's zero-sum secularizing theology,
degenerative ecological fears
and angry
unfree
fossil fuel addiction,
consumer-driven overpopulation,
lack of freedom to sleep safely,
to live healthy outside
in familial communion
with Original Sacred EcoFeminist Earth,
etc.
The Dali Lama,
born to sainthood?
a view I doubt he would support,
says his religion is kindness.
Perhaps his spirituality
resonantly respects EarthMother's kindness
and unkindness--
much easier to do outside
than inside a dimly addictive
unfree temple.
"God's love fills me with gratitude" - Quote by author
Gracious Lord with love overflowing while devising,
created this universe mesmerizing
Every single element thoughtfully crafted,
an epitome of beauty, perfectly drafted
For safety our body is covered with skin,
All holes covered by hair, dirt can't go in
Our eyes have outer skin, eyebrows, eyelashes,
disinfectant water cleaning endlessly splashes
He manages internal functions of body
He has given us an automated body
Nature too functions independently
Every thing happens resplendently
Those who can't move like plant and trees
He provides for them, they live in ease
He gave utmost protection to every small seed
To ensure happiness blooms, organisms can breed
He created dynamic mesmerizing world to behold
He has given us much more than what we can hold
He has filled our life with multifarious sounds
Every time we hear them our joy compounds
He gave us variety in food and spices
So that our meal delightfully entices
Variety in his creation deserves acclaim
He ensured no two creatures are same
Still he doesn't boast, he has no ego at all
He works silently, we feel we doing it all
His love gently caresses me
I feel his presence wherever I see
God's love remains same
Whether we love or defame
We are sinning, destroying earth
Still his love has no dearth
Ever caressing wind whispers God loves me
Droplets of rain whisper he cares for me
Whenever I think how much God loves me
I am filled with exhilarating glee
18.07.2021
“Hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” —Silent One
Scents of jasmine overwhelm boldly
along the granite trail made from ebony buds.
Under Jupiter June’s skyline orbits an alignment
enhancing deeper blue tones on earth’s surface.
Infinite rows of resplendently scented
purple petals grace the image I am told.
Transported by it, my assignment.
Luscious lavender suffuses the soul
with its zest, doing what lavender does.
Tuning into the mind’s emotional unrest,
Slows and unwinds taming the tempest.
Tales abound of an endless Gemini Garden
found near a fairy chimney~a limestone cave carved out
by water encompassed by blooms of deep purple flora.
Byzantium blues and violet berries from the Juniper trees,
I am crushing on it, but musing on never
laying eyes upon such an elysian presence.
Into the distance I trek, rushing each eager step.
I shall explore the garden I’ve come to adore
and its inhabitants, decedents of Pollux and Castor.
From the aurora realms ascends the Queenfisher
of the bluebird bloodline, her plumes of black lace glide wild.
Lily of the valley plays with her daughter Hope.
Lilac, one of the heavenly twins will soon come along.
Hope ignites the sphere with a sunshine smile
Flutters her wings, those of an Indigo child.
Serenely she sings a birdsong's ballad.
The plate is full and overflows,
Why continue filling what’s full?
It’s clean but claim to wash it still:
Exhibiting tints of a clueless fool.
It’s shining its best but you polish still
What resplendently shines so bright,
Claiming to add glow to fieriest stars
That adorn hallowed heavenly height.
But you don’t want to fill;
In truth you want to deplete
While cunningly feigning still
That you put more on enough.
It’s that unmatched heavenly shine
That you’re out to extinguish slowly
While pretending in its glow to dine;
A foe with a calculated aim to darken.
Cherry Blossoms Bloom
Resplendently dressed in Pink
Seducing the Spring
Glory unfolding
They release their sweet fragrance
Pirouette and twirl
Music from the breeze
With limbs so graceful swaying
Blushing and bowing
Time of renewal
A fleeting symbol of life
In two weeks farewell
Ethereal Muse
Celebration of nature
Next spring awaits you
Author's Note:
I hope that in this set of Haiku, I've managed to convey the traditional importance of the Cherry Blossom Season in Japan.
Cherry blossoms are the symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal and the fleeting nature of life. Their life span is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall.
I liken these flowers to the beautiful Heavenly elusive Muses, the daughters of Zeus.
The awesomeness of the natural beauty of Japan is continued in the my poem and arrangement - 'A Rose by any other name ---'
O glorious Autumn of melancholic
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A myriad of rustling contentment,
Sweetest contrasting charms,
Complimentary...
Softly whispering leafy hues...
Hushed...most elegantly serene.
Bursting into the swelling copses
And invading between the
Dwindling fields:
Auburn, primrose and lilac views -
Abundant with seasons
Celebrations
That so magnificently infuse!
Glowering in simmering sunset,
And spluttering in misty dawn:
Afire with all the orbs oozing
Revelry,
That upon barkened furniture,
To thus gild - and resplendently
Adorn!
Now is the time
That dry tinkling leaves
Give musical resonance
To a breath exhaled from
A breeze...
Fanning the boughs roaring flames
That each out-stretched branch
does eagerly seize,
Fired from the eternal torch
That immortal Ceridwen tirelessly
Sought;
Whilst I hang upon evocative
Memories
That this arresting moment briefly
Caught.
Blazing with a consummate passion
Ignited from a poets grappling
Thoughts:
The Muses to this joyous splendour
Were summarily summoned
And brought;
But as elusive as the enchanting
Notes
From the intoxicating pipes of
Evasive Pan...
So as elusive the words of the
Unwritten verse
That so evade this singular man.
So burn! You gaily painted colours,
Within abandoned restrain,
Your dizzying carousel
A whirling kaleidoscope
Upon an artists ever changing frame.
Soft ochres and dappled browns
Mixed with vivid orange and crimson
Red...
Applied lavishly from the palette
Of Artemis
Over which the vibrant pastes
Are thinly spread.
A riot of pastel shades
All exploding forth -
With the raging power of a
Supernova
Of an immense, dazzling force!
All hail to the almighty:
From the devout to the Divine...
And all hail to the Grandeur
And Majesty -
Of his awe-inspiring design!
How lovely is the dwelling place
Where saints and blessed ones rest in grace
Peace, joy and love overflowing
While we on earth here are groaning
Each one wearing a crown of glory
For vices conquered, each one has a story
Their faces shining, resplendently glowing
With angels guiding us in our following
Their fervent prayers sprinkled with incense
Reaching the Holy Throne in our defense
Their earthly sacrifice and pains endured
Our souls we surrender to them to cure
Blessed ones we honor thee on this day
Shining lights of heaven carve out our way
Soon may our paths be entwined in one
As the world we shun and upwards run
Just imagine...
Flowers of possibilities blooming
In the garden of your imagination.
Fun travel on nostalgia's time machine,
The sheer magic of moments
As if sand turning into gold dust.
Quiet thoughts gliding
Like rows of swans on a placid stream.
Endless pleasure carried in the back pocket,
Cheerfully sounding off like jiggling coins.
A much welcome egress
From a hum-drum existence
To an epicurean wonderland
Where the past and present are irrelevant;
Seen in the rear view mirror.
A resplendently bright future, gift-wrapped.
What of goals and dreams to accomplish?
Yes, set your mind free to wander, 'tis a portal
To paradise untouched; your very own.
Oh yes, don't quit your daydream, my friend.
Submitted for..
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Date written: 11/28/2022
The luminous celestial body
Whisks resplendently through the sky
It’s capture is certain to elude me
Still, I extend my hands and try
Remnants ensuing a springtime shower
A concoction I wish to seize
I chase the tropospheres prismatic band
Scoffing the probabilities
A slumbering visual fallacy
Shrouded fantasies unconcealed
Desirous to abstain consciousness
Where reality is repealed
Natures many sumptuous creations
Each a wonderment to descry
There is just one that surpasses them all
And to this I would testify
A conglomeration of all things grand
The beating heart, the mind, the soul
God’s gift, the ultimate in miracles
Life; not in part, but as a whole
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