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A loving family
Beside me (if not all of them, at least in thought)
Constitutes one of my many blessings.
Dear children, a mom and sisters who phone me
Every now and then,
Friends with whom I chat regularly,
Grandkids who enjoy me, and a
Husband who supports me
In so many ways. Yes, friends and family are
Just about the best blessings I can imagine.
Knowledge is another blessing I treasure.
Little though my knowledge
May yet be, I feel I’ve received a few
Noteworthy gifts in that department.
Other blessings have been
Plentiful as well. I was
Quite athletic in my time,
Rather good at
School, and achieved a
Teaching degree from the
University. In my lifetime I’ve had the opportunity to
Visit various countries of this beautiful
World! Also, I feel blessed to be a woman who is
Xevial with nearly everyone I meet!
Young at heart, I hope I’ve not yet reached the
Zenith of my life!
July 31, 2020
for Beata Agustin's Share Your Blessings Poetically Poetry Contest
Pleasure primes pace
Align apt ace
See sensuous smiles
Spur sacred style
Ion inks impact
Oar opts object
New notions next
Plot pays plain play
Act aims array
Sow special seeds
Sense sizzling speed
Impress instance
Open options
Now nude notions
Prime posture prays
Appoint an aye
Style superb say
Stance supports stay
Instruct insure
Observe obscure
Note nice not nay
Peace pays prompt price
Add apt advice
Surge seeks sound sell
Smooth spice swirls spell
Instruct ingest
Outline obsess
Nude needs now nest
Leon Enriquez
18 Mar 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic with Alliteration and Rhymes.)
The bombs wailed out
In terror they scream
Her fears come to life
He was only fourteen
A young boy whose life is gone
A mourning family whose life has changed
A murderous government supports change
Isreal lay waste to beautiful homes
Isreal crushed them with bombs
Thousands of natives crushed under stone
Yet told to move and stay calm
So they calmly meditate in prayer
They ask the world to like and share
They ask us to speak up
For citizens to be made aware
Palestine has traditional crops and culture
Isreal acts like vultures
Picking away at Palestinian land
75 years of Israeli torture
But they sing out
The mother still screams
She knows without a doubt
This is what it means to be from Palestine
Form:
A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World
This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.
I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen
in My Photo page on World Art Foundation
This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp
It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically.
A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends
O Clouds full of Rains
Please go to my friend's place
Where ever you see the land is dry
And all the fields and trees
Are waiting for your showers
To get wet and to kiss
Your ever refreshing Rains.
You bless them
With your nectar like Rains
So their fields too
May yield grains
And their forests may be blessed
With your love drops
To again enfold you
In their sweet and loving embrace.
O Clouds full of Rains
Please go to my friend's place
And give them
The blessings of
Your Beautiful immortal Rains.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012
NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India.
Ravindra
27th Aug. 2012
The title to this royal castle
Will certainly be lost someday
But don’t be the one that would
Make the alienation happen
This dynasty, the royal lineage
Even if it sets a new record
That surpasses that of Yamato
Will definitely cease someday
But don’t be the one on the throne then
Don’t be the last king of
The highly revered bloodline
Less history will remember
How your failure to fight and win
The enemies your fathers fought
Cost the family and the kingdom
The throne they had secured
And protected with their lives
Or do you think they had it all smooth?
But beyond the throne
I say to you and to all:
The current ecosystem could collapse
With the ever rising industrialization
Ceaseless deforestation and worsening
Water, land and air pollution
But don’t be the generation
That will make it happen
So, I implore you all to say
With me every blessed day
Before the tireless sun rises:
'I will not hurt Mother Earth today
My word and action will always
Support the natural balance
That makes Her the one and only
Planet that supports life.'
When we all say this;
When we all do as we say
Mother Earth’s festering wound
Caused by her greedy children
Would heal perfectly with time
And the doomsday painted
In the works of the Cli-Fi writers
If ever it comes as painted
Will not happen in our time
Or in the days of our children
Who will learn from me and you
The need to take care of Mother Earth
To avert the dreadful doomsday
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
In the profound recesses of my being, a singular truth resonates: she is an extension of my very essence, an integral part of my soul. To disparage her is to vilify me, to harbor malice towards her is to cultivate animosity towards myself. If you detest her, you detest me; if you find fault with her, you criticize me. For in the mystical union that binds us, she is me and I'm her, two entities merged into a singular, harmonious whole.
We are one body, one soul, symbiotically linked in a dance of love and devotion. To judge her is to judge me, to wound her is to wound me. Her emotions are my emotions, her sorrow my sorrow, her pain my anguish. When she is beset by turmoil, I am consumed by empathy, my heart beating in tandem with hers.
Do not touch her, for to do so is to touch the very fabric of my being. She is my queen, my angel, my guiding star. Her happiness is the linchpin of my own joy, her door is the threshold to my heart, her dreams the aspirations that fuel my own. I am irrevocably invested in her well-being, my every waking moment dedicated to supporting her, to being her rock, her shelter, her safe haven.
In her lies my solace, my peace, my sense of purpose. To love her is to love myself, to cherish her is to cherish the deepest, most profound part of my own soul. She is me and I'm her, an unbreakable bond that defies the boundaries of time and space, a love that transcends the mundane and enters the realm of the sacred.
Let us navigate the complexities of life together, hand in hand, heart to heart, our love an unshakeable foundation that supports us through life's trials and tribulations. For in her lies my strength, my inspiration, my everything. She is me and I'm her, forever entwined in the eternal dance of love.
Written: May 23, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“Being mistook, we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”
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In the dimness of mirage sequined dreams,
Vehemently, we tread thorny streams.
We unwittingly drew from sacred tomes—
Sizzling secrets in our soul's quiet homes
The dye of wisdom turned to ash and haze,
Our voices waned in the flames of daze.
It was still warm, but a spark began to stir,
A whisper is heard in a magician soft whirr.
Views tucked away in a tender, tranquil nest,
A sanctuary sculpted snugly in the soul's zest.
Where whispered wishes and wobbly whims wane,
In this coxswain oasis, all our hearts find fain.
A chauvinistic cobweb amid a sepal storm,
A periwinkle pledges, the pandemonium warms.
A place where silence eases the mayhem we bear—
And the stories of our hearts lay steadily bare.
Metamorphosis gives us the aptitude to bend,
A caterpillar breaks out from its tight cocoon.
Rising brilliant, rejuvenated, and transcendent—
Turned under the changing rose-glazed moon.
Every scar represents wars fought within,
A record of growth and consent supports a win.
A sparkling raw start arises from the shadows,
A seraphic climb, a sparkle from the heart arrows.
With each metamorphosis, the aged fade away,
The self melds into the boundless expanse of day.
Ascending fiercely, akin to a phoenix in flight,
With wings unfurling to embrace endless light.
Let us ignite the scripts that once held us last,
And cram our hearts where love and truth are vast.
Touched by divinity, our spirits entwined,
In perpetual transitions, in sacred grace, we find.
Through our metaphor, we learn to discern.
Continuous twirling of the form we yearn.
A trek both inward and outward to foresee,
An odyssey leading toward peace, unceasingly.
Beauty in Imperfection - A collaboration with Iris Blade
I got too close to the masterpiece
And realized it was cracked
Blemishes and scars
Memories and sorrow
I stared as the brushstrokes reflected
fault lines in reverse images
slicing and carving,
desires and dreams
And I silently waited
For the broken frame
For the cracked canvas
To whisper their story
To give the answers to my questions
Because I no longer knew
What was beautiful
And what was not.
Yet still I gaze intently,
mesmerized by the vision I find
Could it be that life is hidden within
this portrait that seems so oddly familiar
Where an easel supports
Not only a work of unexplained reason,
But a deeper meaning
In all that I see
Beauty behind brushstrokes
Not perfection but
Affection
Love behind scarred lines in blue
And this one painting
Has shown me what I know
And what I want to
Beauty resides in imperfection.
I am deeply concerned,
worried,
anxious
that We The Humane Healthy People
need to calmly
and firmly say:
The Republican NATIONAL Party
no longer supports:
Public Health,
Mental/Spiritual Health,
Planetary Climate Health,
Cognitive/Emotive Integrity
Resilient Economic Wealth
Healthy Democracy.
A therapeutic
redemptive revival
of a trusted
true
and patriotic
Grand Old MultiCultural Party
requires pruning back through historic
toxicity
to the Eisenhower administration
channeling the Lincolnesque longing
for a more civil discourse
between those who have been enslaved
and rented,
those who feel economically
and politically oppressed,
between loyal adversaries
sure of a United State of commitment
to public wellbeing
and integrity,
green environmental and economic prosperity,
empowering liberally co-empathic public health
and conservational safety.
My own Michigan
white privileged
homophobic
evangelical ChosenPeople
monotheistic father
never would have voted for a Hillary Clinton,
And he never would have voted for a Donald Trump
because of Anti-Christian vainglorious pride
in having no faith
or experience,
including veteran experience,
defending humane health
and sacred social safety.
The RNC owes We
The MultiCultural Democratic People
an apology
and reparations,
A therapeutic
bipartisan peace plan
for national resilience,
for global green health,
and for ecological-economic safety,
sanity,
EarthResonant
co-passionate
bicameral security.