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Oh My God
You can do it alone Sissy don’t be a ‘sour puss’
All that rolling a stone uphill is best done in utter
~ Reclusion ~
Oh Godot all that waiting and never to come
Almost there and short of a cookie nevertheless
~ Shortchanged ~
Professor Emeritus in your intellectual tower
Knowledge is power but without action remains
~ Vain ~
Hermit have you found Plato’s miraculous cave
Smack in the middle yet the golden mean in
~ Peripheral Longing ~
Buddha Almighty where is that solemn fig tree
If not inside you growing weeds searching for
~ Love ~
When granite stays put at the base of the task
Absurdity is taken for what meaning it offers
Teaching the truth reflects sharing as caring
Ariadne shows the path to colour outside the box
Dharma and Sanga envelop Ego and Self and
~ Then Lonely Pursuit ~
~ Yields Offering and ~
~ Beauty in Solitude ~
03rd May 2018
Why do I feel cranky in summer?
Everyone’s living, I'm not.
Burdened by cares, I can't set free
It's so darn hot!
It stifles the joys.
It forces me indoors.
The air is thick, it weighs me down.
My cheer is shortchanged, curtailed.
As summer days drag on and on,
The sun beats down, relentless, so strong,
The air is thick syrupy and heavy,
Unlike my patience, which is worn down to thread-bare thin.
Tiny things annoy me, it's like I can't ever win.
The bees buzz around inside my head endlessly.
Mosquitoes buzz around my ears relentlessly,
I swing, I swat, I slap, I stomp my feet, cry.
I'm spoiling for an impossible fight with an insect!
Which I know I can never win; why do I try?
In sweat-soaked clothes my temper flares!
When will this nightmare end?
It did, I had an ice-cream sundae with nuts!
At cock crow
Lady and Mr. Y, turned seventy
They googled themselves;
The wind whistled past
And exposed the gooses back
They felt the wrinkles
On their temple,
The rings around their eyes
And the tires around their waistline;
They threw caution to the wind,
Damned God's wisdom;
Rejected and refused the notion
That every product
Has a manufacture and expiration date
Like Adam and Eve,
They rebelled and went
On a rehabilitation and refurbishing spree:
First, was a tummy tuck, Liposuction,
Rhinoplasty and facelift,
Then,
Necklift, browlift, chinlift, breastlift
And facial rejuvenation.....
For a while,
They shortchanged nature
As a snake shells it's outer layer
But,
Could not cheat death
When it came knocking.
avast extent of following poem
crafted a couple plus years ago,
when foretaste of temperate weather
covered swath of eastern seaboard.
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonably warm temperature
(eighteen plus degrees celsius
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania)
meaning way out of expected range,
cuz far to balmy, undoubtedly
with old man winter furious
his blizzard snowbound
weather forecasts shortchanged.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
an inconvenient truth
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe
(biden his time) redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Why do you write?
To give birth to beauty
To decorate a drab wall
To splash color on a canvass
To entertain and enthrall
Why do you write?
To become immortal
To capture fame
To heal a wound
To become sane
Why do you write?
To produce magic
To invade a heart
To be someone’s passion
To create a work of art
Why do you write?
To take a word picture
To weave a poetic tapestry
To build imagination’s castle
To write your own history
Why do you write?
You write because
You're confused
You’re overwhelmed
You’ve been abused
You write because
You’ve been shortchanged
You’ve been neglected
You’ve been enraged
You write because
You have a need
You crave passion
You want a creed
You write because
You are in pain
You carry baggage
You have tasted rain
You write because
Like every poet
That has come and gone
Of will ever be
You write because
You are searching for
The rhythm and rhyme
Of your life.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Wealth you seek, hmm let me decide,
Ok let’s trade, work out a fair price,
Sometimes I can be quite extortionate,
This special case, perhaps very nice.
Depends weather, you please me,
Better be good, for our exchange,
Though take great heed, in advance,
Never am I duped, or shortchanged.
Cannot bargain, once the deal’s struck,
I make the rules, there’s no way back,
Billion dollars, my one and only offer,
Yes! you chose wisely, a sweet contract,
Sit back relax, we’re almost complete,
Don’t worry, I’ll be keeping in touch,
Just need to seal, our little covenant,
Few moments, you’ll possess so much.
My mark, I stamp with my rear left hoof,
From you just need, two vials of blood,
Be off now, enjoy these new found riches,
Can’t promise though will bring much luck.
Decade passed, guess who’s here to collect,
Enjoyed watching, you squander and spend,
That’s all behind! it’s time to settle our pact,
Liked your style, frittering every last cent,
Be silent beast! for I’m ready to pay,
Nothing left to offer, I give you my soul
Millions of them, in hell’s vault anyway,
Mine must be special, cost a heavy toll.
Show contempt, incur the wrath of Satan,
Will impale you infernally, upon my horns,
Sounds like bliss, fine music to the ears,
While at it, swathe me, in sharpest thorns.
What sort of person, would endure such pain,
Sadomasochist! Know damn well what I mean,
So the harder you punish, the more I enjoy,
Done homework, you clearly would’ve seen.
Not so fast kid, I always run a rigorous screen,
Why the samples of your blood, was in need,
Turned out we’re family! welcome back home son,
A supernatural demon, from my very own seed,
Looked on in pleasure, at your filthy whore orgies,
Champagne, crack cocaine, whilst eating raw meat,
Have to say, what a complete loser, and disgrace,
Most unworthiest successor, now inherits my seat.
By
David Kavanagh
A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.
The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.
While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.
Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.
Last born of three
With loving and caring parents
Although through life
I could not see
As I grew up
To belong was my need
Rejected by some
Concentrating only on me
Seeing what is not
Was my deal
Fearing the unknown
Was all so real
Each head is a world
And mine was in turmoil
The power I had
Was shortchanged and soiled
I did not fit in
So I made it a point
To fit in with all
Even if it meant hurting me
When at the time
I didn’t realize
That what I felt
Was a normal life
They could not adjust
To my caring and empathy
They all thought me weak
And saw me with sympathy
My family is all to me
And being there is all I need
To finally see that all the problems
Don’t lie within me
Yes I kept to my self
And I hoped that no one saw
All the sadness
That came through me
Yet life is short
So I make the best of it
Now knowing that
This life is what I make of it
Life goes by day by day
And I now enjoy
Waking up every day
Full of love and joy
I now know how to love
Who to love and why
I can truly say
I LOVE and ACCEPT me!!
A Diamond in the Rough.
By: Nena Enriquez
"measuring years"
how do I measure the years
do I start at the beginning or the end
will it cover the many tears
anger and bitterness I will not defend
just let me be to have my mind
as the years of pain are intertwined
years one and two and counting are gone
I know there will be a new dawn
I know all has been rearranged
as I somehow become withdrawn
life has changed
I manage to get through the years
as I learn to pretend
and somehow work through all the fears
still anger and bitterness I will not defend
I sit and watch my life being defined
through all the years combined
with all the medical treatment undergone
the curtain of life is being drawn
I am told everything is unchanged
yet I remain withdrawn
life has changed
time passes as I hide the tears
a new life is always around the bend
month after month until it becomes years
while on the physical and emotional mend
space and air seem confined
as the life once lived is behind
and the feeling is of being alone
all that is needed is for the anger to be gone
I look in the mirror and see I have aged
for no reason I lash out at everyone
life has changed
a new day begins after four and five years
the years one two and three are seen to the end
still there are days of tears
still there is anger and bitterness I will not defend
it is hard for the mind and body to unwind
as I continue to watch the life I left behind
I keep searching for a new milestone
with every being in my bone
I feel I have been shortchanged
that the world has won
life has changed
now is the time of six and counting years
will I ever reach the changing bend
will this altering life stop the tears
my life of old I will not pretend
years of passing are still intertwined
and my being today is how I am defined
it is true that yesterday is gone
I cannot let bitterness continue to be drawn
my view of life must be rearranged
and view the paintings of a new dawn
life has changed
now the story has been told
as measuring years is getting old
I continue to search for a new view
as there is so much to attend to
while life has been rearranged
this is certainly true
life has changed
SkyWatcher - 10-08-08
Scriptures speak to us in riddles
Relying upon esoteric symbols
They may be well intentioned
But it’s time this truth is mentioned
That addressing mind, invoking fear
Guilt of imagined sin begins to sear
Plunging our mind in deep confusion
Spontaneity lost, fearing retribution
Something’s rotten in the religious setup
For unless soma nectar flows into our cup
We feel incomplete and shortchanged
Separated from source, from love estranged
Ceasing thinking, abandoning all knowing
In stillness feeling, gentle breeze flowing
We embrace and release each life impulse
Consciousness expands, everywhere at once
Divine entwined, one with the universe
Having vaporised, there’s nothing to rehearse
Bliss throbs within, ignites our central vein
In fullness of rapture, we are free from stain
Undoubtedly senses five and mind have their use
Yet is not overindulgence in illusion akin to abuse
The inner polarities of our sentience are dormant
Yet it’s from within that sparks, the bliss current
It matters not ancient words etched on stones
If it’s real, we must feel it deep within our bones
31-March-2022