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Ill fate I call, luck lingering on chance,
Others may call it law of seeds and sprouts,
And yet others, destiny's dappled dance,
A thing when duly happens what use doubts?
And karma clings to catch up with the life
To dish out platefuls of pickled fortune,
Or life of frustration, of sour fruits rife,
Dark rainy clouds or sunshine of mid June.
Life has to learn to live with Providence,
Which, like a river flows as is meant to—
To meet ocean— how making little sense,
For, destiny leaves blueprint nor a clue.
Life traces no straight line in curvy space,
Rejoice still, no atom seems out of place.
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Sonnet | 05.11.2011 | destiny, life, luck, philosophy
Note: If something happens, how and why are matters of philosophical debate. But something happens, we see it, where are the doubts? Remember, even chaos has at its core some method in madness. One has to live in a curvy-linear world of no straight lines.
Christmas Day has arrived; the thought fills me with such dread
For over twenty years they’ve come to me; it's doing in my head!
I get up at the crack of dawn to get the turkey in the oven
Gran moans about my cooking – she belongs in a witches’ coven
I always arrange the festive table last thing on Christmas Eve
I don’t sit next to granny; her table manners make me heave!
My sister is so overweight; you should see the size of her fanny
She belches loudly when she eats, so I’ll sit her next to granny
The taxi arrives at twelve o’clock and I crack open the sherry
When they sit down at the table they are starting to get merry
I slave over a hot stove; no one moves they act too grand
I’ve given up asking for help, they treat me so off-hand
Well this year I’ve rebelled and put laxatives in their soup
I’ll smile secretly when off to the toilet they will all troop
The soup has been devoured and I clear away the plates
When the laxatives take effect they’ll be in dire straits!
The turkey has been carved; all the vegetables are piled high
Uncle Albert grosses out; he needs a trough in a pigsty!
Turkey, and all the trimmings they will quickly devour
Granny moans about the sprouts she said that one was sour
I quietly sit seething whilst they get all get steaming drunk
Uncle Albert farts loudly – he’s worse than a blinking skunk!
Christmas pudding is eaten, followed by juicy mince pies
Sister Annie stuffs her face, as more fat piles on her thighs
Single handily I clear the table, and then we open up the gifts
It costs me an utter fortune; you should have seen their lists
Annie has knitted me the most disgusting baggy jumper
I smile sweetly and thank her, but I really want to thump her!
At four o’clock the taxi comes and they all go off home
I sit by the fire with a cup of tea, I’m so glad to be alone
Next year it’s going to be different; I’m going to go away
Booked a luxury cruise – I’ll be abroad on Christmas Day!
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Four cute books in a row
Brought me a rainbow
So much so that I have
To sit with them now
And compose the show
The first one a moon
With her sweet smile
Sprouts up the leaves
Hold them in my chest
I am there on a crest
In the second smile
Was the river Nile
Gestured me a kiss
Came a deep thrill
Hand in hand the heal
In the third smile
Stood the fountain
From the running train
Held it in my eyes
Fresh paddy and rice
In the fourth one
Under the cap brown
Birds called in joy
Helen in Troy
I wore a crown
The books in four hues
Colors just for you
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In the pages of universal time
evidences are kept without writing
everyone becomes witnesses
not of others but of own
In the Court of Time's Justice
no discrimination of any soul
next time king may become beggar
if virtue is defeated for material gain
no one is blamed there
for act of other on earth
seed of reward or punishment
sprouts in self actions apart
no relatives will be there
nor any friend will go to help
only virtues will be the best values
to keep at least safe
Something's not right thought Horace Hound
As he sprang from his bed with a harried bound
To rush outside while he grumbled and frowned.
Singing birds made a sweet soft sound
And tiny sprouts had appeared all round.
Branches of trees that had lately stayed browned
With green leaves and buds were now regally crowned.
Musky earth smells that were quite profound
Arose from the dark damp garden's ground.
When under the oak tree he noticed a mound
His uneasy thoughts did a quick turn around.
Spring had come with its warm rebound,
And under the dirt was a bone to be found.
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Christmas comes around once every year
Feeling of happiness, toasting good cheer
What does it now mean? I ask myself
Material things replacing god's wealth?.
What about people who go without?
Tummy loud rumbles when hunger sprouts
No home to keep them dry, safe and warm
Sleep out all night from dusk through till dawn.
Parents with no money to buy food or toys
Second hand clothes for their girls and boys
Breadline living no comfort or joy
No work for people, no jobs to employ.
Visit to food banks for something to eat
Donation of shoes for children's young feet
Loan sharks percentage payback plenty more
Twenty first century - modern day poor.
Adverts and television entice and tease
Buy now pay later, tempt buying schemes
Debts soar high at commercial gain
Children now wanting latest new game.
Parents trying to do their very best
Homeless in doorways rest tired heads
No one to talk to; pensioners sit all alone
Choose between eating or heating on.
Privilege sit in their ivory towers
Making the rules controlling by power
Reality does not affect their own self
I'm all right Jack sod everyone else.
Christmas is more than feasting and gifts
Jesus was born December Twenty Fifth
God sent his son to save us from sin
Born in the stables, no room at the inn.
Man's greed and for power still lives on
Many have forgotten god's only son
Kindness, compassion, help others out
Birth of Lord Jesus what Christmas is about.
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We live in a world of diverse voices
With each one open to make their choices,
We share one unique planet, blue and round,
Yet shines of lasting peace are seldom found.
From tiny sparks of some wild woeful words
Sprouts seeds of spiny vines and fighting herds
That fomented by some greedy wishes
Turn to wars that burn and sprinkle ashes.
Yet a ray of hope gleams, a fragile light,
To dispel darkish shadows of the night
As peace rests not outside, but within us
And just waits to be ignited with trust.
If with grace, we ignite this inner light,
Scan the depth of ourselves, with much delight,
A serene, shining stream will greet our eyes,
A stream that reflects divine peace from high.
Peace should not be the far dream of a few
But an ideal, a gem, ever true,
The passionate pursuit of every soul
A goal that ever needs to remain whole.
It is an end that is worth attaining
As its pursuit renders life worth living
In wild winters as in soft summer shine,
At present as across the sands of time.
A straight sense of sincere serenity
Leading to dwell and grow in harmony
And prosper in every respect he can
Is what pursuit of peace confers to man.
Peace is like a still silent sparkling lake
Where folks can in liberty carve their fate,
Where man, fauna and flora can flourish
Where the charm of sweet tunes one can cherish.
Let us all pursue peace with dignity
To build a future world of harmony,
That for humanity will ever gleam
And hope will prevail amidst vibrant dreams.
Vengeance dissolves making room for something new
Redemption blossoms in hope colors the dawn
In silence pain fades like mist
Among the remnants of conflict forgiveness is born
The family welcomes him, the offerings of warmth
The likeness of Christ shines in every gesture
The crossfire marks the end changing destiny
Suffering fades and in the night dissolves
In a gesture of clemency forgiveness manifests
Through the shadows new light advances
In the heart burns the desire for peace
The family, strong, embraces every change
Riggs gives Rianne the decorated bullet
A symbol of peace between tears and smiles
Christmas lights up and down the cul-de-sac
In forgiveness the divine likeness is reflected
The family gathering the new bonds
Love sprouts where grudges once reigned
Hatred shouted finds echo in the wounded heart
Anger shatters but time soothes it
Acceptance means growing and letting go
The family becomes a refuge redemption is built
In forgiveness unexpected strength is found
The soldier resists but lets himself be assured by hope
In forgiveness the image of Christ is renewed
The family is a manger where one is reborn every day
The likeness is reflected in the gentle gesture
Vengeance finds no room anymore, only harmony
Redemption in memories in the comforting present
The light of Christmas illuminates every face
The soldier whom no one can bend
He finds strength again as God changes his heart
Resilience leaves a mark deep and alive
In the warmth of the family pain is transformed
Redemption is fulfilled forgiveness triumphs
And the likeness of Christ remains eternal
Vengeance vanishes now one of the Mertaugh clan
Victoria Lynn Riggs' memory (his family)
This soldier’s resilience reflected in the warmth of Christmas
You were truly brave to leave your parents behind.
There are family members that you have befuddled.
Leaving behind your near friends and family.
Your aspirations and life have stagnated endlessly.
You sobbed when you observed your lovely spouse.
Your joyful tears embraced your dainty sprouts.
Your tears muttered farewell as you served.
Your tears fell as casualties around friends.
Humble experts are quietly waiting at night.
He is utterly unconcerned around his exhaustion.
His exhausted body had not yet taken a rest bite.
He is unwavering and focused on his mission.
You've now successfully installed in an overseas land.
To conflict for those whose liberty you withstand.
Their motive will be lost despite your contribution.
But they did their best, despite their obligation.
Soldiers fight all night to hinder us safe.
While most of us are at home and do not strafe
Some whine all day about the incredible fight.
A Soldier never ignores fighting with might.
I am grateful that this soldier has sacrificed.
The land was on his shoulder when he died.
He was honest, selfless, brave, and daring.
As you alter older, please hold him to your thinking.
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Out in the streets,
A Church bell cries
Under a misletoe,
A couple shares a delightful surprise
Marking the advent of dusk
Streetlights ignite
Flaunting the excitements
Of the christmas that lies
A family joins around the christmas tree,
Ready to enjoy their company on this charming eve
Handmade gifts light jubilant smiles
Changing time on tiny sun dials
Laughs and smiles come to a subtle end
Midnight approaches, but night can’t kill the Christmas trend
A Christmas morning awaits
So does a grand feast at the nights haste
All await
Night finally falls on the long awaited Christmas
Children rush under the rousing tree
Christmas crackers, gilded walnuts, paper flowers what could it possibly be?
A eloquent dinner table lays in its glory
Flavors united concealed in a sheet like nori
In the core of the table,
A delightful bird lays
Turkey, goose, sprouts or mince
What more could you want of this beautiful graze?
Out in the streets, A silent night it is
Carolers knock on doors giving dusk a little biz
Gathering the Holy people ‘oh it is
A Victorian Christmas
Light and cozy
A home decorated oh so homey
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