Long Stateliness Poems
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Often winter is very harsh and cold,
and yet its frozen trees are draped
in white snow and that's charming and exciting;
look for the blooming snow flowers towards morning.
Other seasons echo with mellow sounds,
many are the songbirds that create harmony;
in winter we may see a raven with frosted wings,
he won't make it and will probably die of agony.
Only pine trees and holly shrubs are green,
such stateliness never whithers and is still seen,
lovelier they seen decorated with the trembling stars;
on clear nights, I sat under them and dreamt of Mars.
For many flurries of snow are delightful to watch and admire,
but it's not a joy for a shivering and frail beggar in much dire;
he may need that warm blanket to survive the bitter cold for long;
get him one and he'll find another spot to sleep and stay strong.
Wear a heavy jacket and venture in the blanket of thick snow
to help a stranded puppy trembling and feeling alone;
he'll wiggle his tail and bark happily but doesn't know
that someone is looking for him and wants to take him home.
Perhaps not everyone would agree, but after interviewing
The Color of Blue, I discovered a thing or two. For starters,
Mr. Blue owns and proudly wears a light blue shirt, but the
closest thing he wears to blue pants is his blue jeans.
Unlike Elvis, he would never wear a pair of blue swede shoes.
Many of Mr. Blue's fans never realized that he once owned a
house that was white with light blue trimmings. It was most
conservative, and there was absolutely nothing flashy about it.
During the interview, we sat on his lovely back porch facing
a very pristine lake. On a sunny afternoon with the infamous
Mr. Blue, what could possibly be more calming than the clear
blue sky? We even saw a few Blue Birds and Blue Jays fly by.
The only blue eggs I've ever seen were those painted for Easter.
Because Easter was approaching, Mr. Blue had lots of blue eggs.
When asked about Navy Blue, his reply was that Navy blue has
its own language, and it speaks to him of Stateliness.
Mr. Blue stated that we should always check the 'Blue Book'
before purchasing a vehicle. There was so much that we talked
about, but I'll close with two interesting themes about which he
was deeply moved. He liked bananas, blueberries, and nuts in his
breakfast cereal. I tell you, he nearly teared up when he said,
"Forget Blue States and Red States and give me United States".
The Night beguiles and bewitches me
as shadow deepen and lengthen
The moon shyly peeps out at me
then bursts out in splendid stateliness.
Now clouds drift across its beaming face
causing shadows to change their shape
I see first a unicorn dancing in the night
Followed by a trio of old haggard witches.
The night sure belong to unworldly things
goblins, elves, pixies hobnob in its darkness
and shadows leap and dance in moonlight
rays of gold, silver and blood deep reds.
Soon. too soon the night will give way
and all the secrets hidden by darkness
will slip away and leave me wondering
were they ever displayed in the darkness?
What a zenith of stateliness is ego mine!
Illuminating my worth, strength and charm divine;
Positioned politely it does marvels many,
When sharpened like knife or sword, harms it brings plenty...!
Enriching the attributes of my inner mind,
Keeping me socially accepted and refined;
If clipped and trimmed and efficaciously maintained,
The purpose of my life, here on earth, is attained...!
Ego left on non-channelized, is a drunk ape,
Moving mind to motifs adverse, it does escape;
Ego shorn shines like summer sun dazzling with light,
The earth turns heaven for me; I act with foresight...!
If ego is pure, I am born in life and truth,
New baptism of heavenly waters does me sooth;
Life flows flawlessly fluent like crystal-clear streams,
Guilelessness, like constellation, within me gleams...!
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The art was most masterful on the dark canvas.
It seemed as though done by a gigantic genius
Colours clashed, popped, hopped, splashed, and slashed like soap bubbles.
Shades, strips, and spots with secret sacred stateliness
Hidden puddles-puffed puzzles, troubles, and struggles...
Like shade-stung sunlight, there's sweet sadness behind smiles.
Rays of fate between the skin and the skull are seen.
Though feet are not seen, legs seem to walk many miles.
Where have the eyelashes gone? Have sleepless eyes been?
Mysteries of history are seen like smoke fog.
Why a black-white amalgamation on sky peaks?
Is there an unseen spring-summer transition clog?
Lo, each paint-pattern on the canvas of time speaks
Art, in its heart, bleeds with love for each little soul.
Each little soul, in turn, conflates with the cosmic whole.
White trees of massive strength holding
tons of snow never cracking and toppling,
I'm captivated by their glossiness
more than the velvetiness of roses!
It's winter's invasive silence totally dire
that ushes the murmurs of their leaves
so distinctly flamboyant and distinctly theirs,
and in Fall when those dazzling colors
fascinate, can make one stop and admire
their loveliness so unique and grand...
a comeliness found in a distant dreamland!
Weather can change their green
into white, not their astonishing stateliness,
time certainly will in drastic ways;
but the nobility of appearance excels,
and it's never a muted anger of rudeness
retorted and suppressed by the cruel harshness
of a season not as clement as spring is...
and its unpleasantness can be clearly seen!
Truly, coldness is not felt by trees,
but brightness enlivens them with gleams
as it vitalizes an image of elegance given by
remote stars with a steady glow,
unless a bleak night hastily moves
in and crystallizes all the puffy snow
with no moon above, only a misty sky
that invites the remote sounds of an enraged wind
engaging in wits of blows with a frightening sound!
When the frozen branches of the sturdy trees
start to defrost towards morning,
surely spring has arrived freeing
them from their misery and useless pleas;
they will begin to undulate and not be ravaged by storms...
gradually snow will melt showing the greenness of meadows!
Simplicity
Sometimes better a simple life, sometimes
Sometimes, but what is simple, what isn’t?
I just think from my life experience and pain
Better to live like a poor, lonely desert father
Yes, like a hermit, heart and soul stay clean
Oh, this is a lie, sometimes like the nightlife
“That’s not a problem”, said Master Satan.
“Simple can be rich, only a hidden reality.”
Yes. A simple life opens a lot of covert ways
“You mean latent paths. Uniqueness of life.”
Uniqueness. All the suffering and anguish?
These make me clouds and mists in my life
“Yes, later the sun rises. Light shines on you.
“Oh, okay, I see your problem. The bad times.”
Yes. Up, down. Neutral period, thinking, hush
Confusion, tension. Mental and soul tension
“Where does this tension come from? This suffering?
Not from nature, not from natural life. From humans
“What humans?” Pseudoscience. Mental crime
Yes. Insensitive, cold spiritual worlds. Psychology
“Psychology is not spiritual”, said Master Satan.
Psychology is a self-interested power center.
But who is the self? “You know him. Stateliness.
Psychology serves state power there. Secret.”
Secret personnel. “Yes.” These psychologists killed
Killed my life. My life goals. My family. My lives
“You are right. Because you are from Europe.”
Because I didn’t accept their sick tendencies.
“Because you are health.” I don’t need this science.
“Stateliness must enjoy his kind of psychology. His.”
We are far from simplicity.
“No, we are close to friendship.”
Our relationship is more than friendship. You are my Master.
“But you are my student who is an urban hermit. Am I right?”
I live a simple life
"So difficult"
Yes. Hmm
And you are also lonely
“Our fate is one.”
Fate is chosen
Hm
My pleasure
Thank you, Master
“Cheers”
I need my life, and peace
But they stole it from me
I want to live my life, alone
Without them, but with God
"You are right
You have the right
Live your life."