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It's no mystery
the tools
the engineering
just the understanding
of forces
the way
Robert Frost walks
a neighboring wall *
raising
fell'd stones
to reverse gravity
That's all we do
all the time
reverse gravity
The poem's talk
of commons too
beside the futile labor
It's just math
in
simple terms
a simple truth
that governs
and love
which
lifts no stony hope for sinners
. no neighbor to argue their side
as
night's legions
never bare children
and silence
has no say
Only math
Just math
where
radii might
transit a point
Not love
Just gravity
and
death
YOUR death
Just to die
or die just
My mother died
A law governs
but love
with no measure
no rule confounds
to see
beyond our waking
the proverbial heart
not physiologos
. transectal
. geocromes
. that strike the minus
( a kind of understanding )
but love's
transgenomes unbinding
in
space
. time
form
in
exhalations capitulation
' heart throws
the strike-line
beyond
star's intransigence
stands-in
for an absent moon
and
sketches out
the ashen eye's refrain
where
the rule of
. no command
. commands
. no thing
as
line &
light &
labor
fail
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* Ref: "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44266
Child’s Play
Perhaps we should let the children lead.
Two mothers sat on a bench
speaking in an unusual tongue,
one sat alone scanning her cell phone,
a Dad pretended to teach his daughter to fish,
grandparents toddled after a toddler.
The children did what children do
follow the sound of children’s voices,
gravitate to the excited playfulness,
see only other children – playing,
slowly slip into the wonder of the moment.
No ceremonious introductions necessary
another voice added to the jubilation,
another set of dancing footsteps
racing for the slide, sliding to the ground
laughing in the joy of spring warmth.
The parents watched the children
the children touched their hearts
left the parents thinking…
Perhaps we should let the children lead.
John G. Lawless
Mona Lisa
Love is black, so was she.
I have regrets at not asking, but it was never gonna be.
If we dared to love, we would have broken apart,
The truest form of feeling good.
Memories I hold.
I paint their picture like a masterpiece.
It’s starting to look old.
People come and people go.
It’s the stories they tell you that you keep in your soul.
From the first to the last,
I can see love in all its glory,
But the past is the past.
Friends with Wifey...not likely.
The simple truth of the matter is she was nothing like me.
Friend’s with benefits while on the benefit.
Women need money for pleasure
And we were just the poor kids.
Then there are those who went away.
We will all reach our end regretting thing’s we didn’t say.
So there it is. What do you think?
It’s the first thing I’ve written in what feels like years.
I found my demon’s amongst the angel’s, once more,
So I can start writing again now I can pour out my soul.
If it’s garbage, so what.
You are gone.
Good riddance to you all you made me lose the plot.
Now I’m sane again.
I won’t go through what I did.
You are not worth the pain.
I’m happy, with me.
I’m not half of what I was,
But I am free.
Long hair is gone, so is my six pack.
If that’s the price of getting old, then that’s ok,
I don’t want my youthful mind back.
I am old, but I’m ok.
I know one day I will not be here,
But I don’t fear my grave.
Who cares if one more light goes out?
I can rest at last.
I’ve been working on working hard as a matter of fact.
I’ve got some cash to splash.
I think I’ll buy whatever I want.
You are still poor if you still need that.
Your drug of choice is various boys.
Now I’m an old man, you don’t want me
And I am happy with your choice.
You gave me stories not love.
I thought you’d broken my heart,
But in fact you gave me a voice.
I can speak...see?
I can see through all your lies,
Now you’re not next to me.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Those lazy, hazy, crazy days
of youth are part of mind’s keepsake.
We’d head out to the nearest lake
when summer sun was all ablaze.
We’d sing our songs and sip sweet wine,
and lock our lips till hearts align.
While streaming down it’s tanning rays
we’d worship Sol by swimming pool
in hot July while keeping cool.
Our summer parties were the craze
as summer sun would start to set;
those playful times I’ll ne’er forget.
Oh how I miss those carefree ways
while clinging to life’s simple truth,
and holding my sweet bird of youth.
Those lazy, hazy, crazy days
when summer sun was all ablaze
while streaming down it’s tanning rays,
our summer parties were the craze;
oh how I miss those carefree ways.
July 29, 2020
Come to God and get healed
Filled with the spirit and to yield
Don’t just sit there in a mess
Praise His name and be blessed
Put all reasoning to one side
From His love you cannot hide
Yes, put your mind on the shelf
A simple truth knows God can help
If you feel you’re in despair
Turn to Christ he’s true and fair
Just know this, He’s your best friend
Loyal right through until the end
Just talk to Jesus, He’ll be there
To forgive your sins, this I swear
Just confess it, with your mouth
Put away unbelief and doubt
In Him you have all light and truth
Transforming your life through and through
So trust in him not wavering
And let the Holy Spirit in
So if you’re sick in any way
The Blood of Jesus can wash away
There’s not a thing, He can’t do
For He’s the one who created you
Just now read his written word
And all the promises that you’ve heard
Yes, they are for me and you
And who ever reads this golden truth
To God Be all The Glory
In The name Of Jesus
Amen
CRYSTAL CLEAR*
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The boat, a gentle wanderer, seems to float on air,
its hull a feather, its wake a sigh.
its purpose is simple—
to float, to wander,
to trace the edges of sky and sea,
where clarity reigns.
I step into the boat gliding through this liquid dream,
where water glistens crystal clear.
I lean over the edge,
fingers trailing in the cool embrace.
The calm depths are alive with secrets,
the fish darting like my thoughts.
I am weightless, floating through my days,
unburdened by the past,
unfettered by the future,
each breath a buoy,
each heartbeat a sail,
catching the wind of now.
In this clarity,
I found my joy,
the simple grace of being,
the beauty of connection,
as I navigate the waters
of my own heart.
And the boat with its soft swaying,
carries me onward,
into the brilliance of today.
I revel in the light, celebrating this simple truth~
Joy is a vessel, and I am the sailor
of my own delight
*This poem was recently published at Writer Monk (titled "Floating Through Clarity, July 2025), as an entry into its weekly Poesy & Poise Contest, a flash poetry contest.
Dad, why are those men carrying flags?
Because it's a parade
To honor our country
Then the little boy asked,
Were you an Army man?
Yes, I was.
Now look straight ahead to the Flag son.
Why do the Army men in wheelchairs
Have ribbons on their chests?
They're for bravery son
Do you have any?
I wasn't as brave as them.
Now look straight ahead to the Flag son.
Can I be a soldier one day?
Only if you grow up big and strong
Stand tall and straight
Have a steady hand
With good eyes
And aren't afraid
Then you can be a soldier.
Sitting around the kitchen table
Listening to their fathers and uncles talk of the days when they were young
Boys grow up
Listening to the glories of war
Adventure and camaraderie
And guns and things.
Years later another war begins
From old wounds never healed
Young boys become men
And answer the call
During the war
Soldiers slog on
Mired in mud
Deep in fight
They obey this
And do that
But no one wants
To see a soldier
On his back.
Politicians will say
The outcome of war
Rests with the people
But once the war starts
And the killings begin
Politics becomes business
Dirty tricks a diversion
And truth a casualty.
People ask
Who is in charge?
No one answers
Reasons not given
Only lies and
Pointed fingers
And the voice at the top
Has no blame.
But one thing is certain
When all is said
There will be bloodshed and
Many dead.
Ask the old men
Who know about war
And drink to memories of long ago
Boys were led to believe
Stories made of lies
The simple truth
Never told
Is fathers lied
And soldiers died.
Sometimes I lose sense of myself,
my own divination of gifted being
a trivial spark in the vastness of God --
God the Everything:
ethereal body-corridor of
time and space, of countless
universes -- of life-forces
impenetrable, remarkable existence
yet to be imagined --
my desire to treat all humanity
as the face of God, as the substance
of God~ I forget my own individuality
need for personal connection...
my own human....
I forget that God, while all the greatness
is also, that loving, bearded man with
children on his supernal, infinite knee, hearing
their needs and wiping their tears --
I forget the
constant sense of invisible arms holding
me, as though I were yet an infant, desiring
weaning and reassurance of tactile,
loving, real near presence --
I forget that God, though incomparably
enormous, is also small, in every molecule,
every live cell of blessed experience, seeking companionship,
cooperative reinforcement within endlessly evolving miraculous
phenomenon
wanting ever more defined exposure of growth and
supernatural prosperity --
overwhelmed by unknowable God
I remorsefully
overlook my most important
father and son relationship
my relatable portion of the immeasurable
profound -- the simple truth of being
constantly adored and preciously compounded
and guided --
Inspired by Leviticus 19:18
Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.
Let go the clenched fist,
the smoldering weight of old wrongs,
for vengeance is a shadow
that dims the light in us all.
See the stranger’s eyes—
they mirror your own quiet hopes,
their heart beats as yours,
a rhythm of shared, fragile dreams.
Love them as you would
cradle your own weary soul,
with patience, with grace,
a warmth that needs no name.
In this act, we rise,
neighbors bound by simple truth:
to love is to live,
and living, we touch the divine.
Brother dear
Those childhood days
of endless play,
with laughter bright
and skies grey;
You were my shadow,
by my side,
my younger brother,
my heart’s pride.
With curious eyes
and spirit bold,
A treasure chest
of dreams untold;
In every game,
in every quest,
You gave your all,
you gave your best.
We shared the secrets
of our youth,
The whispered hopes,
the simple truth;
Through ups and downs,
through thick and thin,
Our bond so strong,
unbreakable within.
Now as you grow
and find your way,
In the world’s vast
and grand display;
I watch with pride
as you embrace,
Each challenge met,
each dream you chase.
Your kindness shines,
your courage true,
In every step,
in all you do;
You make us proud,
you make us see,
The strength and grace
you’ll always be.
Though time moves on
and paths may part,
You hold a place
within my heart;
For brothers share
a timeless thread,
In every word
and thought unsaid.
So here’s to you,
my brother dear,
With all my love
and endless cheer;
May life bring joy
and dreams come true,
For no one’s braver,
no one’s like you.
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Written August 4, 2024