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Premium Member Yin

I see them in reflections - the orange juice glass at breakfast or my iPhone where they can pop, like notifications - I keep my phone face down.

They usually want to tell you something - how it was for them - their history. I discount these emotional messages - they come with the jester's assumption that I care - that I need the performance and will get involved.

“What are you doing?” My mom asks, as I’m taking all the shiny, mirror-like ornaments off the Christmas tree.
“The glare gives me a headache” I say, without stopping.
“Your Grandma does that too”, she says, wiping her hands on a Santa-themed dish-towel.
“Really?” I say, but I know that and I know why.

I started having nightmares, when I was in first grade. My mom thought I had an overactive imagination but when she described it to my grandma, she soon showed up for a visit.

Over the next few weeks my Grandma told me about our “gift”. About how we were both born on the same day, under a waning third moon, in Autumn. That we're both “Yins,” doxies (sweethearts) of the dead and that we could, at times, see and hear people who were between stops on their way to their after-lives.

That’s why the dead parachute into my unused moments from reflective surfaces. They can be anxious or in despair - when their death is cruel or sudden but I'm an adolescent - I'm in school - what can I do?? 

The presence of water discourages them - which is perfect - can you imagine seeing spirits in the reflections of your bath? EEUUUWWW!  You’ll hardly ever see me without a water bottle or polarized sunglasses - which seem to break-up the images. I'll not be smothered in other people's afterlives.


Premium Member The Sigh

It started with dry leaves 
pirouetting around
the yard on the back
of a skittish breeze, 
the magnolia rubbing  
against the fence
as if scratching an itch,
a few raindrops teasing
a thirst. Then,
distant thunder. 

The sound seemed to cue 
a tightening in the core,
an instinctive brace against
what was to come. Soon,
a sudden flash… 
followed by a loud crack
and a shudder sent rolling
through the guts of every
living thing.

Wind clawed at seams,
unpicking the afternoon
to fling leaf, branch
and limb into tumbling air,
cartwheeling chairs across
the lawn. Hailstones tore 
the fragile into bite size bits, 
beheading blooms before
suddenly stopping
and crusting the ground
in a white shroud
of innocence.

It was over. An unusual quiet
let soft sounds soothe
the air - trickling water, 
the tap of weighted leaves 
shedding raindrops,
murmurings of ice melt.
I felt an easing
as if an anger within me
had been released
leaving only a sigh.

AI, mirror that ponders

A mirror that ponders ere it reflects
On images gathered on facts,
Is it what we call consciousness?
All-alive human awareness?
A bit afraid I’m jealous, 
And I won’t confess, but quite nervous.

Prajnyanam Brahmn, Upanishads said,
Knowledge for nirvana, what a handy maid!
Universal in nature and for all,
Not a thing proprietorial,
Not a gift given to humans alone,
A wave is wave and a part of mighty ocean
So is rising from well within 
Consciousness how so thin--

One that wakes up all of a sudden
When everything that be known is known,
Like a poet absorbs it all
And poetry is born like a natural fall,
There’s nothing from it to recoil,
Seeds sown, watered well, sprout from soil.
________________________________ 
Happenings | 11.05.2026 | man, mirror, poet, free verse
Note: Continuation from ‘AI that poses who I am’.

Premium Member A LITTLE THINGS WALK

Whether we’re high up in the mountains, on a beach
headed into the woods, near a floating dock…
We love any opportunity we can…to take a ‘little things walk’.

That’s a walk we take…usually around two miles
Where we look for all the little things along the way that make us smile.

This morning we chose the beach while still dark…thinking it’d be wise
to catch the full moon and stars before they fade away
then the sun when it was her time to rise.

We were out before the fishermen…enjoying the cool morning breeze
as the moon lit up the water and peeked at us through the trees. 

With the full moon lighting our path…
We noticed from the ocean waves…not the slightest sound was made
as if they didn’t want to steal the thunder of the cricket serenade.

It was quiet enough to hear the sand crunch beneath our feet 
as we slowly walked along
when all of a sudden birds we could not see…began to sing their morning songs.

As the sun began to lighten the sky…we spied…well within our reach
sea gulls and pelicans flying overhead…
and little yellow flowers that make their home along the beach.

We watched the sky change slowly
as the moon, realizing her evening in this sky was done…
ever so slowly ceded her time to the radiant colors of the sun.

Near the end of our walk the fishermen began arriving
then a friend and her dog we found…about to take a kayak trip 
across St. Joseph Sound.

It’s funny when we take a ‘little things walk
be it Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall…
how often we find all those little things that make us smile
are not so little after all.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member ON A TROPICAL ISLAND

    I planned  a trip to tropical island
    accompanied by a group of close friends.
    On way, one night we were compelled to spend
    at rest house  for a party that ran grand.

     Sumptuous tasty food ! Each to relish.
     Twelve guys with five young girls and seven boys :
      Fountain of champagne with cheers ! Loud noise.
      Whiskey, red wine, cocktail, mocktail : all finished.

       Entertainment reached peak touching summit.
      Against will, forced to drink lot turning tipsy.
      Soon failed to open eyes , feeling drowsy.
       Needed help to lie on bed , I admit.

       As I woke up, my friends dragged me to shore.
       When we arrived at island , I couldn't recollect.
       Felt grateful to those who were to select 
       such a nice place to enchant and allure.

      They told, how they carried me half sleepy.
      All ridiculed me stating last night's event.
      That's a part of clean fun and enjoyment.
      Sea waves thrashed on beach ! Feeling so happy.

       Wished to extend visit , staying alone,
       for a longer period, few days more,
      not only for scenic beauty but to explore 
       the tropical island turning each stone.

       They left me on the solitary beach.
       Slowly I was embowered with mist and fog.
       Got alarmed on sudden howling of dogs.
       Ran and ran to escape out of their reach.

       Chased by dogs, tumbled, rolled and to slip !
       Breathing heavy to run in hazy mist :
       Had a great fall wrapping the thick bed sheet.
       Woke up from the hang over and deep sleep.


Premium Member Mill Wheel

MILL WHEEL

           The mill wheel wouldn’t turn till the Spring
           ‘CLOSED’ notice hanging at closed door on a string.
          Snowfall on pavement, snowfall on road turning hard ice.
          Customers remembered miller as he was friendly and nice.
         
              Winter was frosty with chilled windy breeze.
              Off and on snow drizzling, sometimes to cease.
          Sudden disappearance of the miller made all stunned.
         Neither any information received, nor the miller returned.
                
            Whisper ran through the town from door to door,
                as police came on inquiry: How to ignore?
               They came on verification of passport renewal.
               Splendid surprise awaiting on miller’s arrival.
            
                 Miller is going abroad on honeymoon trip with new bride.
                  Passport-issue is solved, and everybody gets relieved.
                   Season changes to Spring naturally, no freaks.
                   Ice melts, revealing secrets, wheel creaks.
   07/19/18

  ' One, nine, sixteen v3.0' Contest by Viv Wigley
Form: Rhyme

Rapture At My Gate

This sudden urge I've come to feel is 
rapture at my gate
Not more on sudden than is subtle but 
weary of this spate
Thoughts of dreams, realities obscene 
and too depraved
Quite more on nightmares than dwelt 
dreams  yet dark and highly craved

Consumes my mind on vulture plains 
devouring to ensnare
Despising law and hearts thereof 
perpetuating air
Loosed in my twisted reasoning twisted 
as in psycho strange
To understand this feeling  you need feel 
as do the crazed. 

Constituting heart is a melody of nature 
but as I hear it playing is my symphony in 
gesture 
As the organ sounds flows the flood of 
tainted scarlet.
Leaving all but dense perfume and a taste 
of cupcake velvet. 

This wretched place I know is my bound 
while I am bleeding
Not much bleeding as in breathing but 
nonetheless demeaning
This occupation begs by night, entombs  
me and  enslaves  
Preoccupying binding shadows, darkness 
is my subtle crave
Form: Quatrain

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 46



Curse those who curse highway 
The spell leading wheels astray
By which clutch and break betray
Commands, drivers' feet convey
To lay every prayers hope on may

Curse those who curse the breeze
Summoned by the darkened decrees 
Eyes, heart even  not mind foresees 
The danger that is about to sneeze
Holding unto time to make moment unease 

Curse those who want blood 
Red, blue, black flowing flood
That spirits move and scud 
What a sudden end planted in mud!
By humility, tears run lips, thud.

Forgive the highway thieves 
Toasting the pleasant eves 
By rounds aleatory weaves 
Foreshadowed in grieves 
Only, by chance, luck retrieves 

Forgive the highway whores 
Whose bodies never let time ignores 
Men's races wanting encores 
In the name of drugs from different stores 
To lasting on battlefield pleasure adores 

Forgive highway trailers
Conveying goods and wholesalers
Taking no cognizance of the retailers
 Motor boy's eyes troubled inhalers 
Who fears not  joining jailers 

Forgive highway's Police
Whose charge never decrease
For respect to be apiece
And smiles love having peace 
Yet money comes before the release

Forgive the reckless drivers 
Who drinks and pray cum survivors

Won't you forgive those that put them on the highway
That to no avail, their aims betray
Form: Rhyme

When the Earth Was In Danger 5

When the Earth was in danger     5 /8

Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 1 )


Watching the changing season all around, to enchant the dance of Urvashi*, 
The Earth began to dance too, thinking that Urvashi’s* dance would save the earth,
What a splendid scene it was, which was spreading a magic everywhere on earth,
No one had ever witnessed this beauty and grandeur, 
Neither anywhere in the heaven,   nor anywhere even on earth.

Breathless and motionless they were watching only, 
Under the influence of intoxication, produced by the seasons Goddess Spring,
The last efforts of Urvashi,* to save the earth and all its beautiful creatures. 19

Suddenly a shocking incident took place, shattering the hopes of everyone,
While dancing with Lord Shiva, pride entered into the mind of Urvashi*,
She began to think that she was performing her dance, 
as good as that of Lord Shiva*, and
This thought began to disturb her mind, 
disturbing the coolness of her flawless dance. 20

Watching the seed of pride, sprouted in the mind of Urvashi*.
The Goddess Earth, ‘Dhara’* thought, “Now the destruction is inevitable,”
If not stopped immediately, the seed of pride rising high in Urvashi’s mind,
Could become the cause of Shiva’s rage and the destruction of our Earth and the Universe.

Not only she too would burnt alive in the cosmic heat of Shiva’s third eye*, but 
The whole of this beautiful Earth and the wonderful Universe too would be,
In flames of that cosmic heat and life from this most beautiful planet,
Would vanish forever and forever. 21

A sudden incident took place in that moment, which disturbed the balance of Urvashi,
Urvashi* fell on the ground, while she was at the peak of her divine dance,
Her dance came to a abrupt halt and with that even Shiva’s Tandava* stopped too,
Lord Shiva opened his eyes to see,
What had happened, which forced him to stop his dance suddenly.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th Feb. 2011					to continue in 6

Clarifications

Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer. 

Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction.

Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.

Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead
Form: Epic

Premium Member Guilty Under the Word Charged

I have read an article today
an eye opener not even surprised remotely 
where the minister of justice
running to a meeting hard pressed
has cast vote, on and behalf of another fraud member

Admitting being part of a rigging system
where a person can be two places at one time
treason is the highest ranked form of betrayal
illegal moves spoken of and recorded
like it will die on the wind a sudden death

Then put down as normal practice in such cases
begs a mind to wonder how guilty works
not a bit wonder their travel allowance
amounts to thousands weekly on expenses
shameful politics to say the very least

Then the 2 billion euro robbery is still not capped
like a gold mine they keep fleecing the treasury
with no regards to the humans suffering
 
Maybe the sheep will wake up eventually
they always say we live in hope for a better future
the biggest crooks work in government
kept in power by corrupt judges
those all shackled and tarred with the one brush

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