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When she turned to me,I admired what she prefer,
How did it occur?
Obviously,it was items I initially disprefer,
Beautiful latchet bag at my back,
Please hope you've being referred?
Her parent invited me to enjoy with them at the national park,
Eish,something it wasn't deterred,
All this while of preparation,
Marriage was her basic affair,
Annexed before confirmation,
I'm happily agreeing to consolidate with an eminent girl,
Who can define this story?
If there's a sound from a bell,
We've seen light this morning,
But we know darkness had already fell,
That person surely will be your joy,
After you've toiled,
Say it all!
The truth is always bitter
I have never known
Its authenticity
Till now
When I learnt that...
...the past haunts...
I had it well covered
Or so it seems to me
But yet it leaked
Nay!
It burst...
...the past haunts...
A false fabric I clad
Deceit it was worsted in
Yet in it I rejoice
Till nemesis caught me...
...the past haunts...
Now...
Peace has deserted me
Fear is flourishing
War, I called
Inadvertently
When numerous souls
I robbed
Of their rights
Thinking it is sealed
Airtight!
But...
...the past haunts...
All gone
I alone
Peace out
Happiness far
War in
Sorrow is food
Sadness, water...
...the past haunts...
Pity me not
I worked hard for it
And it I earned.
My hand toiled for it
So I eat the fruits
Of my labour...
...the past haunts...
Hearken ye!
To the words of
One who all has seen.
Albeit
My words smelleth
In thine ears
But when thou reapsth
Thy fruit
Thou shalt remember my words
That....
...the past haunts...
My dad, born today, the 17th of February
bucked fate head-on, courageous and daring
Raised in a home on a block so poor
he swam upstream, de rigeur
In 1926, all his teeth fell out
lack of fluoridation won that bout
In 1929, young brother Sidney died of malnutrition
the family couldn't afford to see a physician
In '33, he chucked religion, came to Chicago on a mission
to look for a job midst the Great Depression
His family had gambled on their decision
that my father Maury's iron-willed ambition
Would see brother Herman through dental school
which my dad would pay for, as a hard-working fool
And so he did (!) and so it went, 'till my father Maury was
sent overseas, B.A. in hand, to fight Adolph Hitler in a foreign land
When he returned, he earned himself a law degree
married his sweetheart Maxine with two pennies
or three to his name, he toiled at his law firm's bottom
'till he saved so much money that a ranch house he got him
in Highland Park, Illinois in a subdivision on a tree-lined street
my dad's rags-to-relative-riches story, a Horatio Alger throwback treat
Hear The Word of Your Lord..I Am - your Father and your great reward, I Am the Bread of Heaven, draw near and eat.' For
It is Written, You must not live on bread alone.' But on ( every word ) that I send forth.! I Am your husband,
Darkened by the
Sun I have toiled in my vinyards, I have
killed the beast.' And mingled my wine.' It
Has flowed from my side, mixed with water' the water of life.' I Am Yesuha.' Am I a distant God.? My Name is written in your bodies, My Name Is Israel ( I Am the firstfruits !) I worked salvation by my Own
Right Arm..Hearken to Me and I will teach you Great and Wonderfull things, for I have written and it will ( Come to Pass ! )
Listen therefore My sheep, for you alone know my Voice.' Here Is Wisdom.' Who
Can number My descendants? They fill the world..They are very very many.! And I
Add to their numbers rapidly, be still and hearken ( for I Alone teach True!) If mine are many.? They are the majority.! They are the world by that virtue alone.- have I not said ( the government of the world is on My Shoulders.?) Why then do you follow a
very very few.? a small number.! who are not the majority.! Read the Word again children! and pray that The Spirit alone leads you, for the Words I deliver give true
Instruction, I Am alive not dead ! Also is My Letter to you.! Have you not heard? It is alive it is sharper than any two edged sword.' It pares away the dead flesh, to allow your spirit to thrive, I have put my Word in you..You are many, the evil are very
very few, and their teachings lead to
The death of the un-aware.!
My brothers, sisters, all of this I’ve seen
As every day across the sky I’ve been.
Whilst you have watched the flowers gleam and grow,
‘Twas I that held the lamp that made them so.
And I have wept for regions, now despoiled,
Where I have shown my strength, and you have toiled.
Yet we, who know so well the careless void,
Cannot destroy Creation, though annoyed.
And we who swore to fill the empty cup
Must never be the ones to break it up!
My brothers, sisters, let us not forget
That reason rides but roughly them as yet.
If reason’s lower facets were a tool
To better arm the base and blundering fool
There’s yet a cooling calm within this jewel.
Perhaps as they shall peer into its glow,
Perhaps the pull of peace they’ll better know.
And they shall give their substance to a thought,
And bask within its glories, as they ought;
And find it dwells in peace: in turmoil, not.
My brothers, sisters, give me leave to seek,
To yet pursue our dream, however weak.
For we who see the furthest have most kin,
And we must raise, not lower, those who sin!
As reason served as reason’s ruin, well said.
Yet reason shall by reason’s ruin be fed.
For I shall send my student ‘midst their throngs,
The scholar Chiron, who all learning longs,
And through his reason, shall we right their wrongs.
For teachers are the torch the gods may send,
Whose patient light, the wounds of darkness mend;
Who, but they bring beginnings, there be end.
Her hands were small, wrinkled
Covered in brown age spots
Encouraging me to keep trying
Even when I was losing
Her hand’s nails needed trimming
She was nearly ninety
And I had to trim them
So fearful of cutting her
Her hands were worn, tattered
By the many years of work
She toiled like no one I know of
Constantly going, on and on
Her hands grasped mine
Feeling thin skinned and old
While at the same time they felt
Full of a love I’d always known
Her hands had done so much for me
Held me when I cried, spanked my behind
Bandaged a boo-boo and wisely
Comforted my sleepless night with a touch
Her hands were filled with purpose
She worked and tried and assured us
That when time would come to an end for her
She had a friend named Jesus she’d go to
Her hands lay crossed across her breast
That evening when I saw her in her casket
Awaiting the burial that would leave me feeling
Like I would be missing her until I'd go with her
Walking, walking, walking!
Impossibly long stretches of walk,
Miles and miles of uncertain journey,
In blazing sun, in sweltering heat,
Tranquil villages with shady trees,
Home, the destination!
Thirsty, hungry, bleeding, exhausted!
With fatigued wives and starving barefoot children they trudge,
Little babies hanging like sandbags from their shoulders, they stumble,
Tears dry on children’s cheeks!
Men and women…they walk, walk, walk
Until their feet can not move an inch further,
Leaving the cities, where they toiled in exchange for a few rupees…
Day after day, months after months,
Hunched under shanties, with empty rumbling stomachs,
Cruelty is the only language they faced!
Trudge beside railroads, follow tracks,
No buses, no trains, no vehicles,
Only two weary feet to carry them to the destination,
Human bodies plodding with all their might!
It’s the darkest of moonless nights…
A few stars glinting in the somber sky to guide them to destiny!!!!
Universe seemed calm, and uncaring!
Come Rest, Come Sleep,
Come Death…blood-stained tracks,
Home eluded them for ever!
your field lies bare and vacant
a patch of wasteland never toiled
pardon not granted merciless and cold
a harvest of apology’s acceptance lost
in resentment anger fear and insecurity
seeds of opportunity thrown away
serving your own narrow narrative
change shrivels up for scraps
growth stunted and discarded
a memory extending past the moment
acrimonious feeling feeds fertile soil
in lack of kindness and compassion
love’s detritus bordering on hatred
serves victimhood and animosity
lacks courtesy respect forgiveness
it takes courage and emotional maturity
to receive amends in decency and grace
to grant remorse regrets concessions
I love you dearly my wayward child
yet when you refuse to consider
my wife and lover’s redress and plea
to normalize what had been tainted
you need to know I stand with her
while you cannot I do forgive you
may not accept your stubborn disregard
feel sadness disbelief and disappointment
for the prodigal acorn from my oak tree
therefore I pray for us and wish you well
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Happiness is dew drops glowing as the pearls of joy,
created by the cheerful dawn for the flower called mind.
As the sun travels over the desiccated mental landscape,
the dew drops dry and the flower wilts in sorrow.
On the hazy horizon darkness falls as the spent sun sets,
despair dunes undulate as distress waves on sea of sand.
My parched life trailing toiled the mirage needs to try,
and walk hopefully to the oasis at the edge of ennui.
Happiness is the golden rays of the new sunrise,
makes bliss to glow within the dark feelings desolate,
conveys the notion everything has a time to come and go,
I need to hold on to the inspired instants of ecstasy.
Instilled by psychic vibe the journey continues in euphoria,
the gems of happiness on waves of hope shine in every heartbeat.
Exaltation wafts like stardust in the mind’s moonshine sky,
suffuses my being while I live satiated each moment of my life.
_____________
May 23, 2023
Quote Chosen : #1
Contest : Writing Challenge - B Quotes
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Angels live in heaven, so I heard them say,
in the pristine celestial beauty they glow
as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I know they often descend on earth.
If you ask me how do I know, I would say,
I have seen the radiance of my mother’s heart
as bright as the celestial shine of a star,
its patina of love nurtured me like flower, lest I wither.
In times of turmoil when the family was adrift,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien pasture.
To my deprived uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest,
from where I spread my wings on the sky of future.
I flew high under the cover of her protective wings,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring aspirations.
In her shadow I live with her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I am today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, shining now in heaven with the angels.
July 3, 2020
Contest : In Loving Memory
Sponsor : Regina Riddle