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If only life dares us new heights to scale,
Joy and thrill of adventures, not of rest,
Conquest of crests that feels like Everest,
Life lived like cut off kites that freely sail.
There’s thrill in a risk-starved scare-less soft ride,
Nor joy in scaling a tiny hillock,
In a high-sea drama rehearsed on dock,
Romance, nor wanderlust O with a guide.
Comes seafarers’ thrill in confronting life,
In braving woes as if they’re a tame bull,
Only he lives that lives life brimming full,
He that sails through hanging on stormy strife,
Not one way wary of his wobbling breath,
He, hardly does live, dies a dismal death.
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Crown of sonnets | 01.01.2008 | life, adventure
Note: Time comes when one reflects on the life lived in the past, and wonders what if he had lived it another way. Man tends to secure a cocooned life made safer if not sure, devoid of risk and rough ride after dreaming for challenges in youth. Yet again he's left thinking about the rare joys of life missed out—if only ‘I had taken the road less trodden’! But… alas, it’s too late.
Part 2 of this poem follows.
which nights of lovers are we?
that these days are
restorations of days past
then we relate as people to be lovers
to be loved and in love that
we might see nights where we
create the necessities of tomorrow
for those we will procreate to have
then as now
those days are gone
gone forever and ever
might tomorrow they be stories
to tell the people
who will listen to them
then will she make strange those nights with others
that those who wish to control tomorrow will
side with these strangers
to separate and conquer a world that they wish to rule over
they stand in the dust and are clean
they have nothing but are rich
they read not are smart
they speak of things they know thing about and are wise
this is what musca told lepus
andorion listened and overheard.
he sough food and became rich with
gossip.
he shall spend his wealth
to make troubles for those he wishes to be opposed.
We paused to reflect where we are headed,
recognising the transience of earth life,
where pleasure delights but pain is dreaded,
futile seeming needless struggle and strife,
before probing how peace may be attained,
in as a state that does not come and go,
we peered into our heart and found it stained,
enmeshed in desires we’re loathe to forgo,
so we took a step backwards to discern,
why our attention orbits body-mind,
which is doomed to die and in which we burn,
simply since head is not with heart aligned,
being the cause of our inner conflict,
since vibrations we choose are not hand picked.
Since vibrations we choose are not hand picked
but rather governed by feral cravings,
it would appear that our soul has been tricked
by incessant cries of ego’s ravings,
propelled by thought, so putting it on pause,
as an experiment, we remained still
and by doing so, found we are the cause,
as the sole actuator of our will,
so with no one to blame we concluded
that if voids within our heart are to fill,
thoughts must be from our presence excluded
employed when required but otherwise not,
silence our default mode, where we’re self-taught.
Silence our default mode, where we’re self-taught,
where present as awareness in stillness,
with no mundane battles left to be fought,
befriending the void, path of our wellness,
we flowed gently though life in witness mode
and found all acts are solely by God done,
so breath by breath singing to Him an ode,
in time our aura glowed like yonder sun,
propelled by power of bliss magnetism,
recalibrating our form in stages,
fully illumining mind-body prism,
implanting in us wisdom of sages
and this way, head and heart with love wedded,
we paused to reflect where we are headed.
Written By: D. Collins 9/6/23
ABC News
Kerry today announced the U.S. intends to provide an additional $30 million in food security and climate resilience efforts across the continent.
While watching CNN, I thought, I must be trippin’.
Is that what I just heard? No, I didn’t?
We send 30 million to help an entire continent.
And, 30 billion to Ukraine for a war they can’t win.
Observing this from the perspective of a Black American.
Just by doing the math, it appears to be color of skin.
To hear this Administration tout what they have done.
Lends credence to the reason I really wrote this poem.
All a person must do is pay attention.
Open their eyes to the condescension.
30 billion goes toward the “Fight for Freedom”.
Whereas, 30 million shows how you don’t need ‘em.
Radio Free Europe
President Joe Biden will request $33 billion from Congress to support Ukraine, a move that represents a dramatic escalation of U.S. funding for the country in its war against Russia.
( woman) Roses and Chocolate
seems like someone is
a lucky woman
( man) they are for you, honey you know your the only one for me:
kissing the night away: huh? huh?
(woman) thanks for the flowers and candy: I was just joking
come on, the food is almost done>
(man) smells great what is it?
(woman) beef and potatoes and parsnip's, some greens and sweet potatoes.
(man) what kind of beef it looks a little strange?
( woman) it braised tongue: I thought you'd like something different, God knows I do, you will like the flavors your mouth has tasted!
( man) that's the same thing they told Aunt Fanny, before she
got hitched to Aunt Hick-up, and you know what happened their!
give the gravy to the dog and I'm taking you out on the town.
( woman) what about the tongue? I what to watch you and the tongue,
( man) save it for later
( woman) I have heard that one before!
(Trombone & cymbal) burr---------------------romp !
Ego, not love, seeks vibrational match
for love is simply an effervescence
like yonder sun, lighting up each dark patch,
being quintessence of our soul’s essence.
Is not fickle love, that seeks a caress,
being dependent upon an exchange;
which if denied, soon begins to regress,
succumbing to cravings, our soul finds strange?
Love that is pure, is of the agape kind,
non-judging, all-embracing compassion,
a sublime radiance, no urge can bind
but perhaps such love is not in fashion.
If endearment be reduced to a trade,
deludedly, we assign love a grade.
Deludedly, we assign love a grade,
higher, if it gratifies our ego,
which is afraid to call a spade a spade,
need to be stroked, unable to let go.
As life unfolds and our consciousness shifts,
we may find that our interests diverge
but elixir of pure love, all hearts lifts,
radiating at all times, a bliss surge.
What matters at all times, is simply this,
that we see in our partner, divine light,
ensconced wherein, both our souls merge to kiss,
drenched in bliss mists, heightening heart’s delight.
Where love pulsates, there can remain no catch;
ego, not love, seeks vibrational match.
Pitter patter fall dew drops of love’s rain,
bringing along with each drop, gifts of grace,
imbibed by heart, if it be free from stain,
having no mundane earthy goals to chase.
Unconscious minds, floundering in deep trance,
as yet enmeshed in cravings of ego,
unaware of this sublime divine dance,
dwell in darkness, unable to let go.
Trapped in the open and yet free within,
driven by instinct, head and heart not linked,
ignorance then becomes the cause of sin,
with barren heart yearning to be joy inked.
Thought spirals of fear and desire, the maze;
trauma bonding with pain, soul’s in a daze.
Trauma bonding with pain, soul’s in a daze,
contracted presence afraid of the light,
fears freedom and thus continues to laze
in bondage to ego, crouching in fright.
Allowing not then tail to wag the dog,
opting to plunge into the vibrant void,
identity drops, clearing off the fog,
whereupon dark delusion is destroyed.
Such is clear truth written of in fables,
that tranquil silence alone sets soul free
and God’s touch is the force that enables,
that in childlike trust, spirit frolics carefree.
Whence erst fears and desires to rest are lain,
pitter patter fall dew drops of love’s rain.
LOVE SEE ME WITH LOVERS EYE'S
TO SPEAK ME AS NOW AS TOMMORRROW
LOVE CAUSE ME TO BE BEST
THAT WE MIGHT BE TOGETHER TOMMORROW
LOVERS LIPS SPEAK ME AS YOUR'S
THAT WE MIGHT SING OUR'S TOGETHER
SHOW ME BEYOND WORDS
THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME FOREVER
DAYS BEHIND US TO BE STORIES
SPOKEN ONLY TO UNDERSTAND
THAEN THAT WE MIGHT KISS IN THE TOMMORROW'S
YOU MY WOMAN: AND ME YOUR MAN!
JUST BEYOND THE DRIFTED SNOWS
THE EDGES OF VALINTINES
IN THE SPRINGS OF OUR TOGETHERNESS
THE PERFECTIONS OF YOUR'S AND MINE
THE SUMMERS BREEZES THEN SOOTHES
THAT WE MIGHT KISS IN EVENING'S SUN'S
THAN FALLS ARE DAY'S OF OUR TOGETHERNESS
THAN MIGHT WE BE AS ONE!
Written By: D. Collins 9/9/20
I have no expectations. It is whatever you choose.
From this day forward, we'll play by your rules.
If it makes you happy to act like you never knew me.
I have no alternative but to show some reciprocity.
I tried to keep the flame burning, and you want it to flicker out.
It should give you solace to know I'm now taking your route.
You now have more time to spend with family and friends.
And, the room to hangout and have a choice of men.
Hopefully, someone comes along who really rocks your world.
Give you that feeling that make your toes curl.
Think back to when you decided there was no we.
Now I'm returning the favor with reciprocity.
I'm sure the new opportunity will take you very far.
But, this brother right here doesn't know who you are.
You have suddenly become a stranger to me.
Go out and have your fun, live life, and be free.
Yes, scared for life, he dies a dismal death,
Life’s worth if lived fullest, life fraught with choice.
A life loved by the soul within is faith
That lets one live, not just exist sans joys.
To live is to die, left with no regret,
To wake next morn, feel light, all loads relieved.
A dance of chance to take, life’s not to fret,
Nor length of years, but years packed with life lived.
To live life full is then truly to live,
Challenges when come, to meet them head-on,
Grow wings, wander and leave, to no place cleave,
Love light, love night that reigns darkest ere dawn,
And take to sails, good sea or gusty gale,
If only life dares, new heights can one scale.
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Crown of sonnets | 01.01.2008 | life, adventure