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I WAS ROAMING THE UNIVERSE
IN SEARCH OF ANCIENT WISDOM
AND KNOWLEDGE WHEN I
HAPPENED UPON A PHENOMENALLY
ATTRACTIVE OPEN GATEWAY.
OUTSIDE WAS A LARGE PLAQUE
COVERED WITH SYMBOLS AS IF
CREATED OR EXSISTING LONG
BEFORE THE INVENTION
OF WRITING.
THE PLAQUE APPEARS TO BE
CRAFTED OF PETRIFIED WOOD
THE CHARACTORS HARDENED CLAY.
INTRIGUING TO SAY THE LEAST.
THIS PLAQUE WAS SET IN A WALL
OF STONES THAT APPEARS TO BE
ARRANGED BY HAND.
STONES STRATEGICALLY
PLACED ON TOP OF STONES.
WHO EVER CREATED THIS TOOK THEIR
TIME TO PLACE EACH STONE TO
BALANCE PERFECTLY TO STAND THE
TEST OF TIME.
A FIRESTORM OF CURIOSITY AND
IMAGINATION BEGAN TO EMERGE
FROM WITHIN AS I STUDIED THE
CHARACTORS.
THE FIRST SYMBOL OR CHARACTOR
RESEMBLED A SMALL GROUP OF
CLOUDS, FOLLOWED BY A BACKWARD
SHAPED "S" AND ARROWS POINTING
TOP TO BOTTOM AND LEFT TO RIGHT
AND 2 CIRCLES THE SECOND
HAD 8 LINES EXTENDING,
SOME LONG SOME SHORT.
BEYOND THE GATE I COULD SEE A
TRAIL LESS TRAVELED ,
WITH BEAUTIFUL WILD FLOWERS
MINGLING WITH A VARIETY
OF WILD GRASSES EXTENDING INTO
THE CLOUDS.
I HAD TO STOP MYSELF AND THINK
ABOUT GOING FORWARD.
WILD FLOWERS AND GRASSES HAVE
BEEN KNOWN TO EXSIST FOR MORE
THE FIFTEEN THOUSAND MILLENNIUM.
LONG BEFORE ANY CIVILIZED
LANGUAGES. LONG BEFORE THE
INVENTION OF WRITING.
SOMEONE CREATED THE PLAQUE.
SOMEONE BUILT THIS GATEWAY.
OBSERVING THIS MOMENT , I HAD
TO ASK MYSELF, IS THIS A MONUMENT
OR GATEWAY.
HAVING TRAVALED THE UNIVERSE,
I OPENED MANY DOORS.
THIS WAS NOT QUITE A DOOR .
IT NEED NOT BE OPENED.
WAS IT AN OPENING IN TIME OR
IN THE UNIVERSE?
WAS THIS A REFLECTION OF TIME
OR A TIME TO REFLECT.
I HAD TO TAKE A SEAT AND THINK
ABOUT THIS VERY CAREFULLY...
THE ANCIENT PROVERB ,
THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
ON THE OTHER SIDE.
FLASHED ACROSS MY THOUGHTS.
KNOWING THIS PROVERB FIRST
APPEARD IN ANCIENT ROMAN
LITERATURE MORE THAN TWO
THOUSAND YEARS PRIOR TO MY
ARRIVAL, MY ONLY CHOICE WAS TO
SMILE AND ADMIRE MY CHOICE.
UNDERSTANDING THE MEANING
OF THE PROVERB HELPED ME
UNDERSTAND WHY THE TRAIL WAS
LESS TRAVELED.
MICHAEL E. HARRIS
02122026
Gossip can be opulent, dramatic in display
But often it's the subtle ways, penumbra shadows play
Crepuscular whispers fall through cracks, and dims the light of day
Jealousy brings misery, discord can cloud the air
A friendship, fraught with cynical flair, assures the boundary's blurred
Desultory words can fray the seams, and rip apart visceral dreams
Halcyon ease is not achieved when exuberant rumors bring a tear
Have our friendships passed the test of time, or have sonorous rumblings shattered glass?
Do gossip mongers walk on ice?
These are questions we must ask
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1/30/16 (Speak No Evil)
Submitted for contest: "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"
Sponsored by Silent One
(10 word challenge...
Crepuscular, Desultory, Exuberant, Halcyon, Visceral,
Cynical, Sonorous, Penumbra, Opulent, Jealousy)
Staring at the pearl called moon,
Bright, brilliant – beloved
Inspiring the heart to hope
Stirring up peace and joy
Embracing the moment with
Light that abides inside
Breathing out echoes of dazzling
Upbeat positivity – dreams
Inspired by the intensity, stardust
Considering the forest,
Melody of wonder, inviting
The whisper of a promise
For more amazing imaginings
More phenomenal awakenings,
Feelings that color hearts
Graceful, alive – beautiful so
Very beautiful and they survive
Every test of time, all the trials
Watching the silent winds,
Revealing the hesitation of doubt
Remembering to reveal the joy
Who holds the hand of freedom,
Kissing away the meanness, the dark
Who tries to leave its harshness
The lonely that prevents the spirit
From attempting to feel – the grace
The sense of forever, twinkling
Alive on the inside, pure passion
It is this – the simplicity, naivete
Where abundance springs up,
Quenching every thirst with liquid
Prayers who abide on the hearts,
Soothe away the silent skepticism,
Reach beyond the wariness
Into the soul of joy, promise, wonder
Into the heart of love so alive
It abides, throughout time….
Surviving the all-consuming fire
It is this – love that never leaves
Who brings the sweetest peace
And allows only the faintest fingerprints
Where it has touched with its gentleness
I am one of the oldest trees around.
My roots grow aggressively and deep in the ground.
I am a sycamore, most regal and proud.
My branches so high I can touch a cloud.
I'm usually found near wetlands and streams.
My thirst is unquenchable, or so it may seem.
I've weathered many seasons, endured the test of time,
but recently my roots grew into your sewer lines.
I witnessed the crane pulling up on our street, now bringing me down
will be a true feat.
I'm now shackled in ropes which I find quite appalling,
the whining chain saws, my branches now gnawing.
The solemn neighbors gather in the side yard.
My trunk succumbs and hits the ground hard.
My aging stump is all I'll convey as my decimators
climb in their trucks and drive away.
It started with such pretty words
The words that took one's breath away
They dripped too sweetly from his tongue
That's how it all began
The years, the months, the hours paved
the road that led the heart astray...
The moment when you took his hand,
And instead of enfolding yours in his,
He shook you free, and walked away
You learned that he had feet of clay,
But that was over yesterday…
They told you he had feet of clay...
A worshipped figment you adored.
But strange effect…their scoffing words
Had only made you love him more.
They told you he had feet of clay,
but pretty words led you astray
You've learned his words were mere cliché's
But that was over yesterday…
I thought that clay a playful thing.
That caring hands enhanced the view.
But clay needs fire, or it will lean,
or falls unseen, and turns into
a crumpled heap of words untrue.
They told you he had feet of clay,
But that was over yesterday…
Some stars leave holes when they are gone.
The pretty songs he left behind,
…play on and on…till day is done
You felt the pain, a restless heart ….but given time
you turned out fine….and then at last the sun had shined
They told you he had feet of clay
But that was over yesterday…
Your view of clay…did not exist.
If love is molded, planned or shaped, it isn't yours, it can't be mine.
Such empty words….you must resist
Will never stand the test of time
They told you he had feet of clay,
so be content with Auld Lang Syne
It came, then left with pretty words
You listen now, but you are cured........
and that began today….
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Timendi causa est nescire (Ignorance is the cause of fear).
– Seneca
About two thousand years ago,
when Quintilianus said it
(at least, that’s who gets the credit),
his paradigm was apropos:
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”
Garbed in leather, silks, and cotton,
emperors took his words to heart
(at least, they tried to look the part).
While rags for the misbegotten
kept wealth and hoi polloi apart.
Latin lessons soon forgotten
as kingdoms rose and kingdoms fell.
The rich get rich, the poor rebel
all through the Middle Ages rotten,
and the Enlightenment as well.
The New World spawned a tyrant king,
who would rule The Divided States,
fomenting fears with false dictates.
He'd boast that he knew everything,
a claim the test of time negates.
Galumphing loud he’d hit the links,
while flashing flaming orange hair,
and a most massive derriere.
His minions thought it ugly stinks,
but if he knew he didn’t care.
Sometimes he’d putt without his clothes,
few dared tell him he’s forgetful --
those who tried were soon regretful.
For it’s the truth that he most loathes,
and Media makes him fretful.
What is the measure of a man
who walks naked from his tower
while his Party members cower?
Has no patriot in his clan
the spine to speak truth to power?
When pictures in the Press were viewed,
“Fake news!” he’d claim. “This I decree.
I wear fine clothes, as you can see.”
Blame hubris? Blame ineptitude?
Let’s let the judge be history.
So, let us speak of history,
to the feckless that forget it
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”
Let truth be not a mystery --
give Quintilianus credit!
February 2022
"Latin Lessons" Poetry Contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
So sad she weeps like a willow
Tears no-one sees on her pillow
Heartache for those she couldn’t save
Pictures will haunt her to her grave
Lack of justice has been unfair
Corruption is too much to bear
It isn’t their lives on the line
She wipes tears to show she is fine
But distant screams can still be heard
They said, don’t you dare say a word
Courage brings her through the silence
She jumps over barbwire fence
She runs away, she runs real fast
A test of time to be the last
Only faith now, will the good rise
Above the wrong doing, she cries
*8 syllables each line
Heidi Sands
i never imagined love could be that way..
it can make you happy or gay...
happiness..
this what im feeling..
when someone made an offering..
of a love that has no ending..
i am a woman..
who deserves a patient gentleman..
who wants and needs love..
that will surely stand the test of time..
so i accepted..
the love that has been offered..
i, full of hopes and dreams..
giving all my love without hesitation..
as days passed by..
something happened i can feel..
this guy that made me feel..
my dream love can be real..
walked away with his heel..
sadness..
engulfed my whole being...
when all of a sudden he is leaving..
thus, tearing breaking my heart bleeding..
people surrounding me observed..
maybe you are not the man i deserved..
they said: "don't be bothered"
for a better man and love will come after..
so, i started to think..
of the times we spend together..
i decided: what should still be remembered..
to a love which isn't meant forever..
i gathered up the sworned pieces..
of what still left in traces...
my strengths; potentials and dreams..
my goals; family and friends..
now, i am recovering..
Ever determined to keep ongoing..
Continuously praying for God's guidance and blessing..
Thinking life's treasures will still be coming..
Love today I saw a beautiful rainbow that made me smile because it made me think of the beauty of our love.
The first time I talked to you, I knew you were special.
You were so strong and smart, I was happy to feel secure.
You made me feel so secure that I knew my heart was in the best hands.
You always have the perfect words that make my heart beat so loud.
Your love makes me feel like I am on a cloud.
I am so excited to learn of all your skills, making life an amazing venture.
That our love will grow each day, and sparkle like the stars in the sky.
Our love is so exciting that it makes me feel high as the sun in the sky.
That our love will stand the test of time, and continue on till forever in our hearts and mind.
I put my head upon your chest and feel the warmth of your love upon my body.
Loving you is like a dream that is amazing, making me smile all day long.
UGLINESS OF A SHRIVELED ROSE
To youth this dried up flower represents ugliness,
but that seasoned rose is a prime memory.
It had its regality of soft petals,
his pure sensual pleasure - whole face breathed the bouquet -
the amorous scent, felt the allure, the softness of breast and cheek.
This dried up flower looks fragile
but it has withstood the test of time.
Each pucker and wrinkle is a memorial,
a story that would pluck you bald.
To the lover, this old wild rose, so wise,
can still make you smile and weep,
make you laugh in your sleep,
stroke your back in comfort
and in sexual retreat.
The ugliness unfolds the unforgettable prose.
Youth is but a toe in the oceanic shore.
But young tart, I have dived in full throttle,
felt the languid waters envelope me.
Life lived to the fullest is beauty!
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017