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Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed
for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
as they gambol gently and frolic about.
But of course it's a horse
with its tell-tale head and mane.
Ignore the odd prehensile tail
that some over-zealous strapper coiled.
It's a special horse for an undersea course
swirling and whirling silently
through seaweed strap slalom gates.
With no trot, nor canter, nor gallop, nor panting,
but with a leisurely pace in ambling gait,
like the painted horses on a merry-go-round,
the seahorse is forever poised,
in true dressage collection.
She leaves footprints –
on the wet concrete of blinded doubts,
For she has carved lives - -
like graven images on the palms of her hands,
There is substance in her eyes,
fire in her soul,
zest in her spirit,
And her passion? –
She is anchor, rudder and dock, sail and compass,
Storms are her vanquished
for she kindles hope to enliven her faith,
Wars and Victories are her poems –
inked with blood, sweat and tears,
For she flames her faith –
with the winged cherubim and seraphim of prayers,
And in her steadfast stride,
barely noticeable are her hurts and pain,
She is wife and mother,
teacher and mentor,
support and pillar,
Give her a reason or none at all,
she is battle, she is warrior,
the Lord her Banner.
This fourth day of the second month –
she still writes her walk and talk,
With testimonies –
of unrelentless dauntlessness and dare,
She is that indomitable woman –
true to her name,
‘Nurturer and protector’ – Isadora
Science and religions fight
religions and religions fight
Every body thinks they are right
but what happens if you are both
Right and Wrong
science calls the creator
the singularity
which according to science
Created both space and time
the Singularity pushing outwards
13.8 billion years ago
cooled down to form atoms
the Hydrogen atom become nebulae
looking through the Hubble telescope
nebulae form stars,
exploding stars create dust and elements
that form planets
the early universe was a hot dense state
too hot for any biological life
no aliens no biological Gods
could exist in a hot dense state
but the singularity did exist
and DNA coding shows complex design
if the singularity is the only thing that could exist
then it had to create DNA and design
Which shows a universe capable
of complex thinking
cognitive thinking and design
which create life
If you change the name of the singularity to God
and realise the every religion is talking about the same God
then there is no argument left
a rose by any other name is still a rose
God by any other name is still God
Our creator by any other name
is still our creator and he wrote with his own hand
Thou shalt not kill
you fight over a name
Granted there is only one true God
with lots of different names
the singularity is one of his names
given by science
Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right
Thanks to innovations
There is always something new
This season for example we have
Another ninety seven shades of blue
And orders orders orders
Booked so many months ahead
And we have to infiltrate of course
Another twenty seven shades of red
It used to be the spectrum band
Basic standard colour tried and true
Was fit for any occasion
But now it just won’t do
Since they merged all the dimensions
And each universal parallel and space
We’ve been working hell for leather
Just to try and maintain the pace
Some beings see in sound
Some see in brightest light
Some can only see
In the blackest of black nights
And the beauty of the rainbow
Once confined to old sector earth
Has been exploited without mercy
For every currency unit’s worth
With rainbows of sound
Rainbows of split light
Rainbows built to cater
For each different type of sight
And a quote is a quota
And orders must be met
To every specification
Of each request we get
And the multiverse is expanding
So very boggling to the mind
We dread the next variation
Of sight that they find
Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right
A HELL DATE
Like an order from the military junta
He swerved the steering off our route
I was surprised... not really scared
It was four days after my birthday
Where are we going?
What's happening? tell me
We are going to a Fast Food... ok, that's it
Ok, then, the General has spoken
Any word from his mouth is a decree
For we are in a military junta
Was ordered not to pick expensive menu
As I glance through the menu list
I asked what he wanted ... nothing!!! he answered
Just hurry up, I've got things to do
I could barely eat my cheap menu pick
He looks at me irritatingly...as if I am worthless
My cutleries fell off my hand severally
Must I eat this so called food
It was one hell of a date... to compensate for my birth date
Hurriedly like maid and Boss, we left the place
It all ran through my mind?
What was this for?
Did I force you to take me out on a belated date?
I felt reduced to nothing as I wish I vomit the food
I should have known better... worst off in all
I felt like a nuisance on a date
As I wish there wasn't a date in the first instance
All kinds of date I mean... birth date or hell date
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1.55am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
In this unknown world of knowledge hilly,
You came as a Mozart in disguise dolly
To teach all teachers how to teach fully;
Benefitted though sad – not meeting daily.
Daily meeting not possible, gave a pulley
Of google drive and we see, hear our folly.
Giving a chocolate, taking note of us, O Alley.
A corollary we get makes us gorgeous frilly
No obfuscatory with him: sometimes chilly,
Times cold, but a hunky-dory, a true deli.
An accurate hortatory for English holy,
Teaching precise pronunciation alley
To improve us from state utter nugatory.
Encouraging, gave chances to all my folly;
Novel, pioneering, predicatory. Never did dally.
Blessed to have such a trainer as lovely lily
Had been an orator, excellent energetic filly.
Marwadi University is blessed with hilly –
The persons so high, so intelligent, O Molly!
Wish to have such a guide in my life daily
So that saccharin be added to life’s chili
And lethargy, fatigue, lassitude goes dully.
Let it be Surat or Morbi or Rajkot or Delhi
Dhanajay, Viral and Brij sir be with me fully.
Dividing work from play,
like noting night not day,
is useful in a left brain dominant way
yet not so good
in right and left to-gathering
communicating say.
In my most real
and sacred trust right mind
no profound difference I find,
not even any healthy reason to distinguish
secular and physical work
from sacred mental play,
cooperative investment
from perpetuating multicultural empowerment,
communicating humors, dark and light,
virtuous polypathic and polyphonic
reiterative exchange loops,
harmonious circles,
seasons of processing health
producing nutritious wealth,
Sacred trinities of ego
and eco
and double-binding ego/eco
searching truth statements
about compassionate regenerative EarthBound patriotism
to this planet home of humored Earth,
Host of work and play
wealth and health co-passioning experience
left-autonomous either secular or sacred
with both natural and spiritual rights more integral
re-creative process
and nondual Eastern passions,
Cognition from emotion,
being from becoming,
ego belonging Left from eco-longing Right
universal secular nutritional memories
from unitarian tribal experience
originating in EarthMothers' eco-wombed Communion
health-wealth Commons
politically empowering
economic win/win healing ecology
re-wombed,
re-connecting,
re-collecting,
In my most real and sacred true right mind
I find
no profound secular difference,
not even any sacred healthy reason
to distinguish
or extinguish
secular physical engagement
from sacred mental cooperative commitment.
1. Banana Peels and Giggles
(Sedoka)
You trip,I catch you,
You laugh before I can scold-
That's how we keep falling right,
Foolish lovers we,
Turning bruises into jokes
Our chaos makes peace
Mother Tongue
(Tanka)
The Morning
Your hands still tremble
To tie my laces I forgot
Every morning
Love arrives before sunrise
Softly smells of maize and prayer
The lesson
When the world burns loud outside
You hush it with one old hymn
How could I repay
The woman who taught my heart
To listen before it speaks?
My title - the culmination of a recent ad on TV
from a company well-respected in my home town.
They offer a nonpareil chance for those who think "free".
I take issue, feel vouchsafed and venture to frown.
"No interest, No payments for twenty-four months"
Enjoy the wide-open window of opportunity.
A bit incredible which makes one suspicious at once
this sugary-sweet offering must have finer print to see.
It brings divinity to mind, remember that puffy treat
made of whipped egg whites and sugar, maybe pecans.
Unsubstantial candy, so-named to sound so sweet --
My advice, be sure you check out all the pros and cons.
"We don't want your money!" (at least for right now)
"Go buy a pony!" how whimsical does that sound?
Ponies need space, 1-2 acres at least and lots of chow;
or you can board them at costs which truly astound?
I've gone on long enough about commercial fare.
A rarity once in a blue moon, too good to be true;
hidden catches and scams are out there everywhere.
It's the teasing of viewers with proposals beaucoup.
True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns
Employed to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs
Died in the war, received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
A sad end to his heroic efforts during the war
Making amends for a past unsavoury
When I was born I was named after him
His exploits made him my hero!