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America is a test subject ran by green pieces of paper.
America sends women to work even during labour.
America sends men to war without signing a waiver.
America owned dark complexity because they were too lazy to do manual labor.
America makes the gays hide but still believes they are the worlds savior.
America believes that trans rights are irrelevant because trans people aren't the biggest payer.
Well I don't
We don't.
Society is capable of so many things if they could just look at the important things in life, like keeping humanity alive, or making sure the earth can once again thrive, America doesn't have to be a larger bee hive, maybe once again we can have freedom if we continue to strive.
But instead of striving, or the earth thriving, Elon Musk would rather make electric cars fly.
If humanity doesn't at least attempt to fight,
We as humanity will surely die.
no matter how hard they try,
They will never be able to control our mind
So remember, you have a retina inside of your eye.
So don't let yourself go blind
This is a message to children who lack sincerity in school. Hard work always gives easy success. Whatever hardwork we do during our school days, decides our future for entire life. Its not only about studies but the sincerity which is developed along with it.
This is a story of two brothers.
Who lived together forever.
Both enjoyed the dignity of a patrician.
Well bred with values and tradition.
Sharp contrast of a Strategician and a tactician.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING SCHOOL DAYS
Given his druthers, Veerang would skip studies,
Would escape to play snooker and pool with buddies.
A boaster, prodigal spender and his pathological lies.
Hard work during childhood is just about studies, he didn’t realize.
Krishnang, sincere and studious, positive and jovial.
Help to mom, a great company to sisters, extremely capable.
Topper in school, loved by all, he was just so amiable.
Yes, both grew together.
One believed in hard work, another preferred leisure.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING ADULT HOOD
With freedom comes responsibility.
It’s not only about us but our family’s and parent’s dignity.
Hard work during childhood decides our ability.
Yes, our capabilities and the possibilities
In a way our acceptability and applicability.
Krishnang, goes for holidaying across nations.
Veerang is still striving to boil the ocean
What an irony, hardwork now is a compulsion.
JUXTAPOSITION POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date: 21st Nov; 2020
“let us make easy, the seeming complex
with love and silence, our default reflex”
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If
we were
love enabled
from birth itself,
following conscience,
free from fear and desire,
what then would be our journey
thus aligned with love and joyous?
Would such a life be a boon or bane;
there being no fierce striving, all readymade?
Earth life is a hard school; the climb is steep.
Immersed in darkness, we rise by faith
in childlike trust and firm resolve.
Learning is firmly ingrained,
step by step over time.
Yet here too centred
we may ascend
in stillness,
here and
now.
11-December-2020
Dear poetry, my intrinsic ally,
Inaudible voice striving to be heard,
There’s a lifelong pact between you and I -
Crafting lasting legacy, word by word.
I have wild notions and an endless drive,
You mix the inspiration and the muse,
I pen the drafts, you spark them all to life -
You’ve got the final say I can’t refuse.
Respectfully I gracefully accept
The harsh rejection of a ruthless judge.
So when you deem my rough copy inept,
I vacillate but I don’t hold a grudge.
I posit we two share the ties that bind -
Literally I’m tied up to a chair.
Quid pro quo I reciprocate in kind -
If I don’t pen you, you haven’t a prayer.
Dear, you’re stuck with me, even if you try,
Unless you swap my sweatwork for AI!
August 30, 2026
That my words bring to others comfort and joy,
And will remind them of small moments we enjoy,
Like when the midnight sky, touches the cool sea,
And the empty blackness ahead, resounds sweetly.
To give abundant hope to those who are striving,
Like the orange skies of new dawn just arriving!
That I may provide the sad or lonely a new friend,
That will be revisited in print again and again.
Like the unexpected glad hours of beauty's visits,
And blooms spreading delight from places they sit,
In loud colors that shout along the paths of summer,
As Summer himself outshines very other blossomer!
That I can remind people to stop look and listen,
Touch cool diamond dewdrops and see them glisten,
And observe Your various acts of kindness all about,
That is evidence of Your great love, without a doubt!
(“Original Mind”, 2017, original encaustic mixed media)
Meditation Is Not
Meditation can be many things,
But it’s really not what you think.
Yet for forty five years I’ve been doing it
In one form or another
And for much of that I was trying
To achieve something or arrive somewhere,
Which was clearly something I thought.
Now, older, if not wiser,
Certainly less energetic or motivated,
I find it’s obviously not what I expect it to be.
And in the freshness of the moment,
Where striving and method have dropped away,
What is left is nothing
If not fresh.
Fresh doesn’t necessarily mean cool or desirable
It most definitely doesn’t mean exciting
Or even interesting.
It’s something else entirely
Something more ordinary and yet also elusive.
I thought for a long time the goal
Was to become familiar with this
Open state or space of mind
An inner sense and sensation
Of awareness and peace.
Now I see that even “becoming familiar”
Misses the mark
And that neither awareness nor space
Can ever be a goal
When both are the given of every moment.
What comes and goes is joy and pain.
These are the thing we get hung up on
Desiring to have one and reject the other.
They are the qualities of living,
And the obstacles to meditation.
Meditation is not what you think,
It may seem like it’s what breaks through
And surprises us
When we least expect it.
But it’s actually what we’re left with
When even that falls away.
(3/4/25)
July 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 1-4
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 2:26 For God giveth to a man that is good in his sight wisdom, and knowledge, and joy: but to the sinner he giveth travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him that is good before God…
FAITH IN GOD WHO GIVES US WHAT IS GOOD
God gives us what is good by His truth-verities
Away from vanity of vanities
Midst travails causing vexation-uncertainties
So as to strengthen our faith by His Word’s sureties.
God gives us what is good by His profitable pleasure
Away from madness of worldly leisure
Midst possessions bringing stressful pressure
So as to increase our faith by His Scriptures’ eternal treasure.
God gives us what is good by His wisdom-excellence
Away from foolishness of confusion’s silence
Midst self-sufficiency along wealth’s opulence
So as to drive our faith by His principles’ prevalence.
God gives us what is good by His divine purposes
Away from disobedience that invite curses
Midst personal ambitions of humanistic exercises
So as to empower our faith toward virtuous practices.
God gives us what is good by His gifts’ worthiness
Away from iniquities of tempting greediness
Midst misery of heart attacked by covetousness
So as to help our faith upon prayer striving for holiness.
God gives us what is good by His enabling power
Away from haughtiness of arrogant sower
Midst boastfulness along worldliness-tower
So as to train our faith for submission of surrender’s flower.
God gives us what is good by His gracious heart
Away from problems that challenge us from the start
Midst trials oppressing with their difficulties’ dart
So as to let our faith triumph in serving Him with our best part.
July 24, 2025
August 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 30-32
Key Verse – Jeremiah 30:17 For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the LORD; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR RESTORING HEALTH UNTO US
Praise be to God for restoring health unto us:
Healing us of our sin-wounds
Hindering us from soul-wavering
Helping us in our spiritual warfare
Holding us for our service-winning
Hearing us in our struggles’ weariness
Hoisting us toward striving worthiness
Handling us midst our stewardship’s worship
Hampering us against selfishness with worldliness
Jeremiah 31:3 Praise be to the Lord for
appearing unto us with His:
Love’s affirmation
Leadership authority
Liberty-lifting up assistance
Load of abundance for our accomplishments
Lessons on life, attesting His listening assurance
Jeremiah 32:27 Praise be to the Saviour Who does
impossible things, and nothing is too hard for Him as He:
Nurtures our redemption with His triumphant truth
Navigates with us in our reaching-out travels
Nourishes our restoration we can trust
Never ridicules our tested testimony
Negates our tactlessness by His teachings. Amen!
August 19, 2024
I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.
Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In tears of joy glittering mother’s eyes,
Holding hand of father, an innocent smile,
Hungry bawls tearing impoverished lands,
Cheers echoing hopes of clapping hands,
Grievous calls unleashed by fate unkind,
An uneventful existence berating its grind.
Though I pretend to reign world of words
And impute resonance to songs of birds
And conjure kisses from lovelorn woes
And dare personifying feelings of stone,
I struggle in thoughts to stage my show
Striving to rhyme verses stubbornly prose
Dawdling daydreams of poetic meadows
Attributing forms to shapeless shadows
Clueless of the exit from wordless throes.
Ah! dear reader, the poet in you knows,
Much alike an eagle boundless in freedom
Flight of artistry I’m unable to control,
Passions of its symphony, I do not own,
Depth of its ocean shall remain unknown.
August 12, 2021
November 8 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 5-7
Key Verse – 2Corinthians 6:2 For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SUCCOURING ME
Thank You for succouring me with Your salvation
Fully rescuing me from hell’s condemnation
Wholly now, I’m bound for heavenly destination
Truly striving to practice righteous action.
Thank You for succouring me with Your steadfastness
Fully upholding me from sin’s destructiveness
Wholly now, I’m pardoned with merciful forgiveness
Truly persevering to reflect biblical holiness.
Thank You for succouring me with Your sovereignty
Fully controlling me from worldliness’ infirmity
Wholly now, I’m settled toward majestic eternity
Truly pursuing to fight lustful carnality.
Thank You for succouring me with Your strengthening
Fully bracing me up from slothfulness’ loosening
Wholly now, I’m fortified upon wise learning
Truly studying to fulfill diligent listening.
Thank You for succouring me with Your statutes
Fully teaching me from humanism’s institutes
Wholly now, I’m enlightened along pleasant attitudes
Truly persisting to apply scriptural beatitudes.
Thank You for succouring me with Your standard
Fully raising me from intellectualism’s regard
Wholly now, I’m changed toward being a faithful steward
Truly endeavouring to receive precious reward.
Thank You for succouring me with Your sufficiency
Fully providing me from crises’ deficiency
Wholly now, I’m contented with bountiful mercy
Truly rejoicing to attest available clemency.
November 8, 2022