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At the footbridge, I read, "The way to positive change does lie up there"
So said the note, written in black
On a wooden board, which shined so much
That my gaze could hardly hold up the glare
No, shouted the people who were already up
It is not fake
Just do it, climb on, the hardest is the first step
The rest shall be easy, you will love it more as you approach
Here I was, brought to a footbridge
I did have the choice, of my own acts I was the sole judge
I could choose to bring about positivity to Earth
Or I could choose to go on way, letting idleness be my strength
Why, the world is sick, the world would gladly accept a helping hand
Why, even if the people walking on it do be blind
Why, Mother Earth does be not
Mother Earth would welcome a change to a peaceful state
So I climbed up the footbridge, indeed
The first step was the hardest
But I climbed up and I passed all my tests
I was made of inner feminine endurance, I was made to lead
It has become my cause, to bring some peace here
Here, in this fallen world, here, which does be to all of us so dear
But which we do mistreat, out of egoistic selfishness
Pray, with the climb up to life's footbridge have I been blessed
I shall make of it my life's mission, my aim
Everything else does be lame
Like caring for myself, like wanting for myself
Like thinking of only myself, like boasting about myself
Rather, it does be best to lend to helping hand
It does be best to guide Man
So that someday, when all our eyes shall open up in another world
We would not be accused of having lived with our eyes covered with a blindfold
22 July 2016
Where can I rake refuge to be safe?
in the Lord God, Himself is the safe place
all other counsel is of no account
one must go to God's holy face
Beware of the wicked and their scheme
so be like that bird up in that mountain
for the enemy fits their arrow at you
to shoot in darkness to remove your fountain
What happens when the foundations fall
the righteous are perplexed about this
but the Lord is in His holy temple
He sees as testing men nothing to miss
The righteous feel the test of life
under the Lord's hand to prove their worth
the wicked face God's holy wrath
raining coals upon them from their earth
The Lord loves righteous deeds
being the God of righteousness divine
so those of an upright heart indeed
shall see God's face a sure heavenly sign
(In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
“Flee like a bird to your mountain,
for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord's throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
The Lord tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.)
Psalm 11: 1-7(ESV)
With any storm comes carnage, darkness and despair
Some of its imagined, but the rest of it’s right there.
As the fury ran its course, I’ve clung to what I know
It’s in these tests and trials where true colors often show
as the storm surge rolls away, and the darkness breaks to day
Fragments of that hurricane inside me they have stayed
I struggle to read the weather, I’m constantly unsure
Is this going to blow over, or a sign of something more.
Things that used to bounce and just roll right off right my back,
Now they trigger a deep defense, as I perceive the next attack
The cards in life are loaded, sometimes I feel they’re stacked
all I’ve ever wanted, was to throw this on the rack
I refused to run from darkness, I didn’t hide from the storm
I held my ground and fought harder, refused to be the norm
Some have found this threatening, as if I’m out to prove
That somehow, I’m the best and the rest around me lose.
The truth’s a little different, I know what I’ve become
I’ve led by my example, to be the hardest working one
For the time the dark enveloped me, it created a small home
So, when I’m in its presence, its identity is known
I sense it as it passes, in others and on its own
Like I’ve been given a map, and its strong holds are known.
I see it in the open, I see it beating in your chest
So fling me to the pack of wolves, I’m no longer like the rest
I’ve channeled this uncertainty; I’ve used it while I hunt
It’s fueled my drive for better, though some I know I’ve cut
My edges may be jagged, from the parts you’ve chipped away
But here I stand still filing, I’ll be smooth again someday
Revival fire makes spiritual summer cooking ablaze
...since souls are nourished with Scripture-blessings' bounty.
Tasty delicacies sizzle with love's impact against apathy’s coldness
…while brewing friendships turn to sweet blends of fellowships.
Thru the summer cooking festival of personality development
…I have learned the basics of right menu preparation for life-balance
Along the reinforcing lessons of good ingredients' mixing in humane dealings
…for wholesome relationships with meaningful bondings.
With summer cooking pursuits, I’m exposed to broiling tests
…and roasting trials that reveal integrity’s credibility.
Likewise are sautéing demands toward drive-acceleration
…with oil-utilization pressures against slothfulness and fruitlessness.
My spirit delights in every summer cooking quest for well-being's upkeep
…where The Master Chef’s virtuous cooking standards are showcased.
There expert cooks of various specialties are mentors par-excellence
…of courage, patience, steadfastness, and grace under fiery challenges.
Never will I miss summer cooking sessions of faith-fortitude endeavors
…that burn my doubt and heat me up for service in God’s furnace of compassion
Especially those times of being grilled against selfishness’ pride
…making me shaped, baked and flavored toward valued recipe’s perfection.
Thus, summer cooking ventures of reaching-out missions are to me vital
…needing divine fire for rescue, life-building and feeding engagements
Best of all, I savor dining moments with God, the Chief Cook
…midst simmering joy, bubbling gratefulness and steaming triumph-praise!
*Habakkuk 3:2 O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
June 30, 2018
The usual guide posts have become unreadable,
Their stony font occluded as in an ancient riddle;
Glyphs without the Greek.
The road is marked one way, no returning traffic,
Its service islands marked - MRI, CT, CAT - all graphic;
Ultrasound without the music.
People speak in the language of probabilities,
Yes, no ,do not appear in a lexicon of uncertainties;
Welcome to Cancerland.
Cancerland is an archipelago of tests, and immutable
Results, its residents adrift in the intervals and vulnerable;
Runners between bases.
A chemical war zone, Cancerland employs its foremost
Weapons to kill the Invaders, and the Invaded - almost.
"A village destroyed to save it."
There is no exit visa for Cancerland, always the next test,
For surveillance of recurrence in the never ending contest;
Life lived in the intervals.
Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.
The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines,
a spark burning as the captain is warned.
Crew-covered ears as the shrieking arose,
clung rails ... faith enables those disabled,
backing from charring ensue panic throes,
river rips donning death ... apt tests fatal.
Swimmers valueless o'er a thousand died.
Lifeboats? Vest hopeless; the firm denied.
A double sonnet in which the great detective and his faithful sidekick, Dr. Watson, alternately deduce the cause of Sherlock’s latest malady…
Part the first
Sherlock could not deduce his source of pain
at first. “Try as I might, I cannot find
the cause – is it contusion, or a sprain?
Perchance a mere psychosis of the mind?
“Yet by deduction, I’ve ruled out the plague,
consumption, smallpox, cholera, and mumps.
My symptoms, although serious, are vague –
this lack of answers has me in the dumps!
“Where’s Watson? He would have a quick prognosis –
I’ve never seen him err in all our years”.
Then! Churn of stomach yields its diagnosis
just as his friend, the good doctor, appears:
“What seems to be the problem, troubled one?”
“It’s alimentary, my dear Watson!”
Part the second
But from the learnéd doctor’s point of view,
there yet were tests and readings still to take.
He’d learnt the ill effects of poor review
and on his friend would not make that mistake.
“Stick out your tongue! Now, turn your head and cough!
Say ‘ah’. Hold this thermometer in place,
and while you’re at it, take your trousers off -
we’d better check your prostate, just in case!"
But Sherlock dashes to the water closet
in dire urgency and grave chagrin
to make a loud and liquidy deposit.
“It’s diarrhea!” Doc yells with a grin.
“How did you know?”, shouts Holmes. “How in tarnation?”
“Why, Holmes, mere process of elimination!”
written 17 Jan 2020
They came to me and said we have a diagnosis, after a few weeks of tests, its no longer a guess.
What i no longer have to be afraid, i no longer have to cry, no i longer have to wonder why.
Now i can can just sit here right? Wonder what to do next and try to say positive and be strong right?
Want honesty want to be true its not as easy as it looks when u know everyone is worried and looking down on you
But dont worry about me, i am more than just a man in a man with ability.
God gives all something inside and thats called love for one another and hope
and that something we all cling to dearly when we need it most
And if it is my time he will call on me and if it is thats when i will let that hope go
You guys will have to also because he will need me more than you do
Thats just how love works but this doesnt mean i dont love you.
See we are all chosen to do certain things in life
Let start our path this day
I am changing my life for the better now from this moment forward each day i will pray.
I may look like a chear-leader - but I really am a cheetah
and after they pass those tests out - I’m going to beat ya.
I heard a student say, in the cafeteria near where I sat
“They really don’t expect us to read all of that.”
and I chuckled to see the many headshakes of agreement.
Don’t these people know that this is really an arena?
I was accepted to Yale before I finished ninth grade and now
I’m surrounded by these “A” types who think they have it made
- until I eviscerate them with curve-crushing grades.
Learning is a passion, an exhilaration and release.
The last place on earth, that you ever want to be
is sitting in a classroom, competing against me.
“How’d the test go?” He asks.
“Oh,” I shrug and say, “I think I did ok.”
Let me translate that for you, “I made a feekin’ A.”
*We just got our grades, and yeah, I made the Dean's list.
What else but weight endless for devil’s due?
And I’d need a few more tests to be sure,
Grimace or grin, but I ought to endure,
What greater devil was seemed like dawn’s dew:
Was it ailment or treatment of elbow?
Grey visions of an endless dark tunnel
Flashed in my mind, as dark and numbing dull,
More than pain, unknown fear churned in my maw.
Take a course of routine tabs to start with,
Your elbow’s whilst under my careful brow,
He said as tinkered it like a blacksmith,
As if pregnant, pain and swelling did grow,
An unknown growth grew within like close kith,
The treatment tottered for long to and fro.
And my mood too, back and forth, to and fro,
Its spectrum, violet to infra-red,
Let’s aspirate the fluid, at last he said,
If fluid is flushed, hope blister too would go.
My skin dulled, he sucked all the liquid out
And felt as if Everest looked dwarf in view,
But both were back in days less than a few—
The pain and swelling too with all their clout.
As I lived normal life as did before,
Pain was to me but tiny irritant,
If only I’d never seen this doctor’s door,
What if I leave him this very moment?
Whatso was wrong is confined to its core
In a small cell-like cyst and all but spent.
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Crown of sonnets | 03.11.2012, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: Here are sonnets V and VI of a sequel of ten sonnets constituting one single poem called a crown of sonnets. The last line of the preceding sonnet is repeated as the first line of the next sonnet, but not verbatim; nor is the first line of the first sonnet is repeated as the last line of the tenth as is. The sestets are either a quartet and a couplet or two sets of three-lined Terza Rima. Hurt is the place from where light enters, and it did, I realized after my long-drawn medical treatment.