Long Strifes Poems
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Old Willow Tree, let your branches fall,
Shelter me in your soft willow, I’m seeking a place to hide, not wanting to leave..
For as the soft wind blow your long weeping branches, I can hear the soft rain falling, it’s tear drops falling on me, yet I’m safe under your sturdy tree.
Why or how you got your name weeping Willow, is it because your branches fall as if one is weeping in sadness of grief or joy?
Weeping Willow, here you stand so tall, sturdy in the park, with fall leaves amidst the ground, through fall, winter, spring, summer, many people of all ages, kids, come to gather, seeking a solace from life’s many strifes, yet we know the phrase, “This season too shall pass..
Strong, weeping Willow, we shall meet again someday, to sit amidst your flowing branches, with GODS creations, birds, squirrels, robins, to soak in your beauty..
Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
And so why do we say crisp verse
Comes rarer than the bluest rose?
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe
Full of as much rhyme as its source?
But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines,
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.
A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend;
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned.
Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.
Tied to a life, encumbered by invisible chains:
Commitments and responsibility,
Obligations to colleagues and family,
Conformity to society’s morality,
And everything else that constrains.
Alone in a crowd, surrounded by invisible bars.
Nothing to say—nobody wants to hear.
Already been there, might just as well stop here.
Had enough of arguments, conflicts, strifes, and wars
And everything else that leaves scars.
Is there a reflection when I look in the glass?
Are there footprints when I walk on the grass?
When I pass a light is there a shadow on the wall?
Does my life leave a trace or am I invisible?
Did I turn left, when I should have taken a right?
I’m on a road that I don’t want to drive.
Is this all there is, just trying to survive?
I’m in the dark and feel like I’m buried alive,
And barely remember the light.
Was there a reflection when I looked in the glass?
Were there footprints where I walked on the grass?
When I passed a light, was there a shadow on the wall?
Did my life leave a trace or was I invisible?
The Wonderment of a Child
While on my travels, I met a very young child today
He let out a yell, as if to grab my attention to play
I raised my both hands and smiled, he did the same
We both smiled and laughed, enjoying our little game
I watched him, all his excitement from everyday things
I was amazed at the joy he had, whatever the day brings
It brought me back to the memories of my own childhood
In that time of not knowing, of all things I misunderstood
Growing up with wide eyed anticipation of everything new
Hoping for what we wished for, will somehow all come true
Not a worry in the world, as we played our wondrous games
Lost in a world of our imagination, hoping all remains the same
How we lose this fascination of the simple things as we age
Struggle of adulthood, throughout the stressors we engage
Within all the strifes, the emotional turmoil that drive us wild
Try to look back and remember that wonderment of a child
Throughout the daily strifes of life
so much attacks us to pull us down
we need a remedy to hold it off
something that makes us top crown
It's such an important lesson to learn
to simply lie loose to all such things
remind yourself it'll all pass away
concentrate on what contentment brings
Be at peace truly with yourself
let nothing move you from this condition
for what now looks so important
will pass away to your satisfaction
Focus on the future eternal world
when this earth we know will pass away
then God in Christ will renew all things
for this eternal home will come to stay
So be content in all these things
know there's better yet to come
fill yourself with God's perfect peace
while this world beats it's foolish drum
(My Motto in life is 'be content in all things')
Slither
me slips me beasty heart
beneath a piece of guise,
and pens some page of wisdoms
to place before they's eyes,
and with they's gaze diverted,
me dons me cloak of thief's,
and slithers in and steals they's love,
and leaves thems only griefs.
me slimeys up the way theys moves
about they's drudgy lifes,
and causes thems to kicks like bugs,
all caught in stuffs and strifes.
me sees this murky-mucky,
and glees it close to breast;
me knows me must continue thus,
or becomes like alls the rest.
but me sorrowfuls am becoming,
as guise weighs heart likes lead;
it darkens up me seeings in,
and fouls insides me head.
now me greeny eyes does leakings
with only leastest nudge,
and from me slitty portals
comes oozing weeps of sludge.
You're eight, my child, it's so bitter-sweet.
You're on your road to life complete.
Today was the day you see,
When you shed the booster seat.
I'd clip your wings as any father would
if I only knew it'd do you good.
But tied in chains you will never be
and far too soon you'll fly from me.
Ten more years and a woman grown.
Independent and leaving home.
Where did the time go? It flew so fast,
through smiles and laughter, but also casts.
To a world large and gone, growing by the day,
"when can you come home?" I'll someday say.
With life's problems, strifes and uncertainties,
Your father can't protect you, when you choose to leave.
"Stay" I'll beg, but you'll avoid my plea,
when you're eighteen, beautiful, wild and free.
When you're grown, my heart will go with you.
yet, if you only knew, letting go will destroy me too.
Funny
I thought I don't like that person
But then I discovered I love her after that
She is my sister-in-Christ
Funny how we go through life
Pick and choose
Distance ourselves to someone
Strifes or something we didn't like
But for one sweet moment we realize
We love that person after all
That is what it is my friend
You love everyone
But even you - don't realize it
God made us like that
Have the capabilities, capacity
- to love someone
Or else He would not have commanded
"love one another" (John 13:34)
We sometimes think
"there is just no way that I love him or her"
But did you know 'you do'?
You just don't know it
He, she would say something
and that would change your mind
If you don't love that person in the first place
there is just no way, right?
I am not talking about romantic love
I am talking about love in general
Love for another human being
Physical, romantic love is a different story
That - you can love only one
Isn't that funny?
I told you "God is funny"
Now do you believe me?
Be like arundathi-vashista;
Single soul adhering two bodies;
An ideal couple, epitome of the marriage life;
Travel together in the troubles and strifes;
says a priest after a marriage ceremony
Mizar and Alcor,
always seen together
are twin stars of the big dipper constellation,
Unique twin stars which revolve around each other,
rotate in synchrony in the sky forever
Note:
In Indian during the marriage ceremonies of the hindus, the priests used to show the twin stars after the marriage and educate the newly married couples about this immortal ideal couple. Now it has just become the ritual without knowing the reasons.
Vashista the vedic sage one of the sapta rishi(Seven Great rishis)married arundathi, an epitome of wifely devotion, who never wanted to seperate from her husband and stays with him in saptarishi mandala
Wikipedia:
SaptaRishis, are the seven great sages in Indian Mythology. They have attained a semi-immortal status.Arundhati is the wife of the sage Vashistha, one of the seven sages (Saptarshi) who is identified with the star Alcor which forms a double star with Mizar (identified as Vashista) in Ursa Major
In the most twin stars system, one star is stationary and other rotates around it, while Arundhati and Vashishtha both rotate synchronously.
The Big Dipper or the Plough is an asterism consisting of seven bright stars of the constellation Ursa Major; Mizar is perhaps the Big Dipper’s most famous star, glorified in the annals of astronomy many times over. Apart from Alcor, Mizar in itself became known a double star in 1650. In fact, it was the first double star to be seen through a telescope.Mizar and its fainter companion star Alcor are one of the most famous double stars in the sky
Saints and sinners may spout opposite views
that at certain times, they believe are true,
yet always a forthcoming sinner, do choose,
over saints who deny their booze and screws.
With the sinners, you know what to expect.
Saints may harm you with their own regret.
Sinners may delight with newly realized joys,
but saints may shock when found with boys.
In truth, saints and sinners walk along as one
for together they stroll when acts are done.
Saints will serve until their servings through,
then as sinner act with their sinning to do.
Together they blend life’s many strifes
with the goodness they have found in life.
Know that a passion for aiding humanity
often requires some sin-escape for sanity.
Always look for an authentic soul recipe
of saint plus sinner mixed with human need.
Pour out a majority of fresh grown saint weed
and add just a pinch of bottled sinner seed.