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Vast dust bowls surrounding the land
barren barely supporting any life
Stark and so bleak, just sand
sand as far as you can see
Wicked winds churning up
forever changing canvass
reforming the dune hills
maps little use to you here
Watch the Grecko lizard
as he dashes over the sand
his feet barely touching, as he
scurries then dives down deep
Harsh and Relentless
yet with a stark beauty
that some how pacifies
Life needs these adversities
It is on them that nature thrives
all we can do is onwards strive
stark dangerous and life threatening
yet holding a promise of life restarting
written 08/02/2013
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Mankind, once a wonderful creation favored above the rest.
Was given a perfect planet, and told to try their best.
They gave their word of honor, and so the pact was made.
But as promises were broken, the stars began to fade.
Too proud to ask forgiveness, mankind continued to lie.
And smothered by the darkness, the sun began to die.
As light gradually disappeared the world became bitterly cold. And those few who remembered its warmth were slowly growing old.
Afraid its memory would be forgotten they told stories to their young, and when these men grew strong enough they sought to find the sun. Their journeys were not easy, their roads were rough and long. But they always continued forward driven by their songs.
They sung about the colors those brilliant golden rays, the glory of the past. When nights would turn to days. They sung that no fire could ever burn as bright, and that its warmth and heat would never compare to lights.
So through their songs and travels faith and hope was shared, and God looked down and smiled. Because he saw they cared. He could'nt punish everyone for the bad most men had done. So the darkness once again was parted, revealing the glorious sun.
Those few who left to chase the light, returned as wise old men. They prophesied of children born, who would carry the sun's light within. Since those days the world's grown colder, and the sun's not quite as bright.
So gather together all sun chasers to illuminate the skies.
One by one the stars are returning, filling the heavens above. Because that gift within each sun chaser that is shared. Is the ever burning gift of love.
Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day and night.
“Does it ever stop raining on Venus?” one could ask.
A journey through the planet’s ceaseless rain is a task.
It requires the strongest earthmen to endure the rain;
a challenging test to withstand frustration and pain.
Venusian jungles are thick with vegetation.
Survival is usually of short duration.
The torrential downpour cuts through the trees and the land.
It is steady and so strong. A man can hardly stand.
It’s continual pelting of raindrops on his head.
It does not take long before most men wish they were dead.
On this planet, there is one thing that they would call home.
It is a round, yellow building known as a “sun dome”.
Inside, there’s a man-made plasma giving light and heat;
where it is dry and comfortable, with food to eat.
Thirty days and nights had passed since their space ship was downed.
They blindly tread through the rain until a dome was found.
However, inside, it was dark and cold with no sound.
Gashed holes in the ceiling proved there was no one around
Venusians attacked here and killed everybody.
These creatures were infamous for their savagery.
On the map, another dome was shown to be nearby.
Only a few kilometers away, it would lie.
They would leave in search of the next dome they hoped was near.
Their compass readings were off; their position not clear.
Suddenly, their ship with two dead crewmen would appear.
They had traveled in a circle, causing them great fear.
A dark, ominous, electrical cloud they would see,
spewing thousands of lightning bolts, a monstrosity.
This caused their compasses to show inaccuracy.
The group’s leader yelled “Everybody get down right now”,
but one man stayed up and tried to run away somehow.
He was struck by the lightning, and was burned quite badly.
Remains of this man were charred beyond identity.
The raging storm cost the crew another casualty.
The three remaining men continued on their journey,
blindly hoping a sun dome was in propinquity.
Based on the short story "The Long Rain" by Ray Bradbury
running back home
wanting to make it right
knowing it is too late
i jump in the cold river
the overactive water does not clear my head
you saying 'yes' is the only thing that will
i was a midnight mover one too many times
now the house i broke down needs work
no contractor will accept the job
i guess i will turn around
will go back home and sulk in the black blood of my own shame
too much oreo ice cream, honey butter biscuits and hint of honey almond milk have caused my flatulence to depress the home of my heart
i lock myself in the basement of my collection of regrets where i remain until my time of death comes
Hey you have you stopped believing in yourselves?? it's all part of life's journey to finding your innermost self.
Hey you just don't give up on that which is inside, keep on building by ensuring that you learn something new every day.
Hey you I'll never want what's another's as your road might be lighter getting to the finishing line.
For live is constantly changing, a discovery of new adventures just as seasons that's constantly changing, for today could be tomorrow, now might be later,depending on when steps are taken.... So following your vision in mind then you will be the winner..
Hey you start moving towards the dreams that you are building.. never stopping untill the castle is up from the ground .
Hey you when the road get steaper , rest because tomorrow the road will still be there but then it will be easier.
For live is constantly changing so is moods and blues, just like seasons, constantly changing,today could be tomorrow, now might be later,depending when steps are taken......
just as the seasons that's constantly changing, today be tomorrow, now might be later,depending when the steps are taken..
Hey you walk with conviction , into the future as I am there walking beside you
Hey you always believing that our love cannot be bought or even sold.
Hey you nothing can erase our forever and ever when we held onto each other in the coldest nights, even on the pavements of life.
Hey you My love for you will always be the sun and the moon warming and lighting ny life..
For live is constantly changing, a discovery of moods and blues, just like seasons that's constantly changing, for today could be tomorrow, now might be later,depending on when steps are taken.... to follow your vision in mind..
Hey you never stop moving with the dreams that you were building.. never stopping until you are at the finishing line
Hey you just As the seasons are changing.
And today could be tomorrow and now later, depending on the steps you are takin to following your road which is constantly changing with the the dreams that you building.
Hey you walk with conviction ,always believing in yourselves
As the seasons are constantly changing . today could become tomorrow, now might be later.depending on steps taken to following your dreams.
Just believe and work to go forward to finding your future. . .
SUN AND SAND MINICHU
Out of state assignment
was ten days work and a week-end of leisure, fun,
excitement.
Toured and explored
Sanibel Island, so much fun
ashore
with sand,
under the sun.
Grand!
Out of state assignment
Sanibel Island, so much fun.
Grand!
Sun and Sand Minichu Poetry Mohan Chutani
1/4/21
Used How Many Syllables
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
This poem belongs to all the children who will never know the joy
of running on a beach and getting sand between their toes. Told
from the perspective of a 12-year-old boy, wheelchair-bound.
I know a place where the stars kiss the sea;
and fish sing all night in cool harmony.
Where golden crystals, sparkling in the sand
are polished each night by a wizard's hand.
Added to that are bright amethyst gems
from the cache of sunset wandering in.
A magical place where one can pretend
those broken, like me, are able to mend.
I found I could run at last--on fire!
So fast a comet might even admire.
I tumbled and cartwheeled all over sand;
then shook a magician's vanishing hand.
I whirled with delight, so eager to go
to all those places intriguing me so
defying gravity, I jumped so high,
I touched the edge of the deep purple sky.
Catching a ride from a planet to star
I could glimpse them all, both near and far.
No stopping me now, I joyfully thought.
A passing moonbeam next I caught,
that took me farther, a more distant place,
where stars shake hands and then embrace
I spoke with Zeus as his wife, Hera, smiled;
even spoke with Ares, their wayward child.
They said I must heed Earth's beckoning call;
because i'm not one of them, after all.
Suddenly captured by a downward draft,
starting to tumble, I could hear Zeus laugh.
As I tumbled down, the breeze gently placed
me in my wheelchair--my usual space.
But now that I know special secrets of
a magical land so far above.
I'll travel where my arms can at last lift
a flower I find on a sandy drift.
Where I can jump and dance and run--
and all things are possible under the sun.
In angels walks and heavens gardens they do not see thee,
Mystic realms of galactic suns have nothing compared to your simple natural beauty.
From darkened soil your soul is born,
From within mortal lands comes springs flowering dawn.
Petals softer than silk I do admire thee,
Thou dress is always more elegant than she.
To be alive is a wondrous thing,
For gazing upon the birth of a simple spring time seed always makes my heart sing.
For even in heaven they have no soil or earth,
And so only in life can we see such beauty like that of the soils flowing sun upon its birth.
11/04/2017
There was a cloud hung over him
a presence, an impending doom.
He seemed one lightning strike away
from enlightenment - or entombment.
Haunted by the stigma of divine dissatisfaction
a wanderer in a spiritual maelstrom
questioning the questions of the questioners,
thinking on the thoughts of the thinkers,
worshiping at the edges of heresy,
praying for the efficacy of his prayers.
Hidden in the silence of life’s tomb
innocence interred beneath this “cloud”.
The sun never shone, the rain never fell,
on the unrighteousness of the righteous.
4/10/2016
//This turned into a "Free Verse Sonnet". Hope it works.//
submitted to – Sun shines on the righteous – Poetry Contest
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