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Welcome to my ----- life
A beautifully broken aura
Unsettled flakes
The sound of yesterday
Shattered winter glass
Transcend to the unconscious mind
Frozen, dead, yet alive
Hell, escapes my future of eternal suffering
Tiny buttons of snowfall to my feet
Firewood burns endlessly,
The hairs of her soft skin rise like wheat
Shadows by hand flip the hourglass
The possibility of change takes --- need
She stands on the outside of my dreams
Looking in;
Quietly she summons the cold legion
Confused, trying to cleanse her soul
She wipes off old fingerprints
White glitter, forgotten notes
Spiritual spells enhanced in a quiet villa
Shadows of hands toss the glow
Daydreaming inside another dream
Falling flakes in hopes of peace
A warm bedded cabin sits at ease
Observing, breathing, mind settling
Swirling into an earthy feel
Another long downward drift
Shadows of hands set the tide
She awakens, sharing the stars
She mocks the sun, her eyes sparkle
Covered in snow - aging peacefully
She fibers to soothe her soul
She reeks, neither heaven nor hell
Temporary punishment, rattling thoughts
Captured in a transparent globe
Passing through a purgatory world
No walls, no in-between
Falling far from the echoes of life
Sacrificed by death before salvation
Transcending to the unconscious mind
Shattered winter glass
The sound of yesterday
Unsettled flakes
A beautifully broken aura
Depart from my ----- life
By: PD
I heard a rumor that in a distant land, dragons live,
Rivers murmur, accompanying the song of birds in flight,
The symphony of nature resonates, untouched by machines, lifted by the wind,
The trees are a green that shouts "I am alive!" like open-hearted people,
With open hearts and unclosed hands, living without fear.
There, nothing is extinct except blind capitalism,
No clock rushes the day; the sun shines until it sleeps,
No one profits from suffering, but everyone LOVES in capital letters,
Peace is tangible, like stars shining untouched by urban lights,
You can name them without owning them, just watch them.
The sky is clear, crystalline, like stones easily picked from the beach,
Where you can wash away worries, letting them sink beneath salt and time,
Mountains surround it, as if hiding a precious treasure,
Man is obsessed with seeking paradise, but few have found it,
Even though the place is a stone's throw away from us all.
It is said you find it only when you stop seeking to possess,
And begin to listen to belong, when you walk without conquering,
And speak without echo, then the trees answer, the rivers sing your name,
And peace extends its hand, not as a reward, but as a reminder.
He is my role model
His life, an inspiration to me
Did some research on him
Since then am in awe of him
Empath at heart,
he dedicated his life in selfless service
Saw teeming millions without dress
Wore a simple dothi like them
Wherever he found people suffering
Took up their cause, fought for justice
Knew scriptures well, was therefore
always good in words, deeds and action
Was aware we are accounted for our karmas
Would not sin whatever may happen
Britishers beat him, jailed him
He never did tit for tat
Was against partition, knew its effects
Advised others to reject it
Power hungry politicians did not hear
Its consequences stand before us
When India gained independence
Nehru invited him to attend the ceremony
He refused saying how can I celebrate
When my brother's and sisters are suffering
During post partition communal riots
He walked bare foot all over country,
helping all, rquesting them to maintain
peace and communal harmony
He was firm in his beliefs
Practicing what he preached
All his movements like swadeshi,
abolition of untouchability,
salt satyagraha were for masses
If all became like him, nonviolent,
selfless, and worked for the
betterment of everyone around
world would become a better place to live
02.10.2021
Note: 2nd October is the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi.
July 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-5
Key Verse – Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INVITING US TO COME TO HIM
Praise be to God for inviting us to come to Him, enjoying His:
Compassion of nurturing care
Comfort along His nestling caress
Creation for our nature’s consecration
Cheerfulness and His nourishing calmness
Counsel as well as His nursing chastisement
Isaiah 2:5 Praise be to the Lord
for enabling us to walk in His light:
Blest by His Word
Braced upon His ways
Beaming with His wisdom
Blazing through His worthiness
Blooming along His work against worldliness
Isaiah 3:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
standing up to:
Pull us toward His protection
Push us for His plan by His power
Propel us purposefully along His pursuit
Prod us through His provisions for progress
Perfect us for His praise as we persevere by His prosperity
Isaiah 4:4 Praise be to the Almighty for
washing our filth of:
Self-glory along His sacrifice-suffering
Self-righteousness by His salvation-surety
Self-fulfillment around His security-shelter
Self-sufficiency with His satisfaction-source
Self-reliance through His strength-sturdiness
Isaiah 5:19 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for counselling us for our:
Restoration midst His revival
Renewal in our reproof and rebuke
Righteousness along our repentance
Rejuvenation for our responsive reckoning
Reformation with reproduction’s replenishment. Amen!
July 28, 2024
Run Through in Babylon
Friends, I wish to speak,
but they have cut out my tongue.
So I fumble...
Instead,
I hear your words, they are strong,
and your passion true.
However, it is the content of which,
I would have stated my thoughts,
provoked from despair,
into a desperate plea.
Against you...
against me.
But and always...
against them.
In the streets on the corner,
"ganda" is talked up,
(propaganda: made up facts by those in power,
to promote even greater strength by deceit.)
about everything that is bad
and happening less than perfect,
in the world.
Tiny Kong is beaten to a pulp,
citizens torn apart in the streets,
for meat,
for potatoes,
and for organs eaten by the rich,
and elegant of taste.
The east, far from here,
they kill and murder Christians,
Jews and saints with equal vigor.
There is no reason to tell them apart,
or upset the apple cart.
Deals made in the dark,
by sold out government traitors,
sworn to their own cause,
without pause for effect,
to the green deal,
or the appeal to the lower class.
I watch TV, and wince at the news.
Lies mixed with spices...
to feel and look the way they...
want us to be, not free.
Spewing words,
not truth,
but stranger than fiction.
It is a holy war,
unseen in the shadows,
complete in the darkness,
and living in plain sight.
"They" kill babies,
and make laws against the sick,
the poor and the legal.
The last on the list to be attended,
and the first to be helped to the grave.
Who are "they"?
I read the factions on both sides.
What I want to hear,
solutions and timely possibilities,
that would ease the suffering of all.
I don't care about Russia,
they are crooks or not...
I don't care about Ukraine,
it is a pain.
If their are bad men holding office,
or have ever held,
they should be brought to justice,
made to "pay for play",
back to the Americans
they lied too.
Your political time tables,
are all running out.
We the people are ready to shout.
Do something for us,
stop being against,
one way or the other,
someone will be...
impaled on the fence.
More time enemies spend contemplating,
The less effective their plans cum value;
What strategies could have done debating...
Ends will out of genuity done argue.
Cut off each and all,
That stand closer for the fall-
In-out time of Saul.
Watch how seasons change without check in time;
Observe how closely and brief it spells through...
The span of space in range before its prime-
Switch away the whole world off its debut.
World is now so weird;
Friends that many so revered,
Divulge lies adhered.
Move in chance per luck within your known next,
Wish for the fact that you will become free...
With hope to see end soon as mind expects,
For pride at all eyes before you ain't key.
At level you are,
Back real ones from which you're far;
Not drag you to bar.
Be there with nobody who never won;
For they are friendly foes who see you brag...
Not for envy but they know not rerun...
Of which your stakes pushed before wins sag.
Oh, will you for such;
Forget life long put in clutch
To feel new; its touch?
Regards to all that brought shame around you,
Blessings to you that keep calm for their shots...
Awaiting peace of storming hell in queue:
That suffering yell over and never rots.
Not a fan of sh*t,
Like mind knows what eyes admit,
Yet gives calm permit.
For 'tis 'bout my little hero since Apollo's first arrow, cancerous
sign to be, at a hospital, a start of many visits and stays.
How he slayed the beast within him, with his smiles,
and challenged the doctors, whereto, remission was his
reward, yet, the tinged of fake gold, he returned to
fight onward, 'tis my little hero, he fights on.
Silent Olympus, for recent did I know, that I, myself was
in remission, 'tis my little hero that made it so, until I beheld
a penny, my illness of ten years that was in solitude,
hast returned.
'Tis my little hero, liken to you, I too returned to pain and suffering,
for the remnants of Bacchus hast fled and with it, my remission of
ten years of joy, hast gone, left for the goddess Moneta to bring
back to me, my little hero, time and time again.
*Apollo, god whose arrows causes illness.
*Olympus, home of the gods & goddesses.
*Bacchus, god of wine & merriment.
*Moneta, goddess of memory.
Date: 05/26/2019
The Topic Of Cancer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
That ADHD got me judged unfavourably,
impulsive interactions, easily distracted,
attention bouncing behaviour unique to me,
the odd one out and always told
different people, same old...
self conscious suffering from a lack of control,
humiliation on the regular, bad feedback on the whole.
Every decision of mine made aware of,
self worth in decline,
others know the way I’m stood spare lost,
inferior by design
Following leaders who decide what they like,
submissive through need not judged wrong or right,
Go with the flow and fall into line ignoring my life
Accustomed to others wants more important than mine
Meeting demands would please and get thanks,
the responsibility wasn’t on me and not my plan,
Hiding in the herd safe unnoticed, my blanket,
thinking for me, nope that idea vanished
With age people see stature and status,
competitiveness shows us our places
And I follow the leader not to be hated,
But I must play now or be manipulated
Avoiding confrontation unless necessary
Some act aggressive never stressing me,
be submissive like a b**** is just let it be,
but I’m impulsive so I react aggressively
I will follow subtle leaders for praise
acceptance is what motivates
but be expecting of me and see rage,
My position is one that I dictate
Life is easy if I please, horrid if I lead,
Judgement worn weak, nothing to me,
put downs received, not bothered really
fake approval as a slave, all of it weak
The impact good or bad is just an opinion,
win people over behave for their pleasing,
others go against, upstage, ego feeding,
Both approaches give nothing I’m needing
I don’t rebel or adapt to play the game
The comparison of people for selfish gain
I won’t follow leaders pulling the chain
These mind game evaluations are so lame
My value is my happiness win or lose,
why you value approval leaves me confused
why you control others think it’s skill not abuse
Importance of social acceptance,
I simply refuse!
She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
Love became illusions and lies
Lies founded on hatred
Hatred tumbled my heaven
Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land
Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst
Thirst of man disdains
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves
Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high
High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench
Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
SADIE
For me, this is so hard to say
One of my daughter's dogs passed away
I never had a pet or dog of any kind in my life
This time we had five dogs living with us
And they are all a special delight
Sadie had her own kind of personality
And she had this one special specialty
Whenever her brothers or sister walked near
They all made sure they stayed clear
Sadie always loved the food that we ate
Sometimes my daughter tells me she is gaining
To much weight
I think one of her favorite food was the doughnuts
I guess she considers this her bonus
She always wanted to be the first in line
And make sure none of the doughnuts were left behind
If I walked from the kitchen to the living room
Sadie would have to see if I had any food to consume
When she started her way to heaven in front of me
I didn't know I had so many tears in me
And I knew anytime Sadie was going to be pain-free
When I said my last goodbyes
I cried and cried
It had to be one of my toughest goodbyes
Saying goodbye with her eyes wide open
It will be in my life of one of the toughest times
Sadie, you gave me that special love
That no other dogs could give
I know God is calling
You will leap with open arms in heaven
And finally, your pain and suffering will be released
Sadie love you always Grandpa
copyright Anthony Speranza year posted 2024