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Hello God, are you there?
I’ve been searching for you everywhere.
Starting out in my mother’s womb
Not very long ago,
When my life was barely beginning
Before I began to know…
Anything about you
And this world I was headed toward.
I was looking for you even then,
Perhaps so even more.
More than when I finally arrived,
The apple of my parents’ eyes
Crawling ‘round the grass and grounds
You placed down here for me,
When all I knew was sky is blue
And love was wild and free.
And as I grew tall and learned to run
I looked for you in shade and sun.
In churches, bibles, liturgies
And things I could and could not see
Like ocean waves and winds that scatter,
Poetry, symmetry and thoughts that matter.
And this idea of independence
And freedom from tyranny,
The pursuit of happiness, truth and justice
And the bounties that they bring.
And other things we take for granted
Like cats, dogs, frogs and birds,
Rivers flowing, flowers growing
And every song and kind of music played and heard.
While I never gave up and never let down
My search for You through cities and towns.
From tiny islands in the old gulf stream
To highlands and by lands
From Mount Olympus to New Orleans.
And continued my search with purpose and worth
In libraries filled with books
Of countless pages throughout the ages
How others thought you might look.
And if you are real, you know how I feel
About the majesty of Your creation.
Planets, stars and the universe writ large,
Consciousness, curiosity and causation.
From the first thinking man who was able to plan
His future among all things,
While looking for You just as I do
In places where he once lived and dreamed…
Down in the bogs and bayous
Where cypress trees grow tall,
And on the moon and Mars and in honky-tonk bars
And leaves turning colors in the fall.
And in the hearts and minds of others
And the catchlight in their eyes,
Hoping I might find you there,
In their laughter and their hope-filled cries.
Even now I’m still seeking and wondering
If you can hear my plea within,
I pray dear God if we’re not at odds:
Will I find You in the end?
© Terrell Martin, 01/29/2025
On a daily basis, its citizens encountered an avalanche of negativity.
They willfully opened their treasured minds with delight, and received it,
Never considering or realizing the delusion, damage, and danger.
This land* of free speech and free thought was much like our own.
The massive inflow of rhetoric never came with a filtration system,
nor with any hope of resolution. No one asked for second opinions.
There was no need because everyone was free to their own opinions.
Everyone did what was right in their own eyes, and the right that they
knew was to be found in their massive storage of 'tanks'. None of their
tanks contained any proven ideals and principles that build great people.
However, amidst all the tanks, there was one tank called 'The Think Tank'.
The Think Tank was wrapped with a sign that read, "Think On These Things".
The contents of that tank was vastly different with a few things to think about.
There were 8 things to think about in the beautifully wrapped tank.**
There were TRUTH and JUSTICE.
There were HONOR and PURITY.
There was EXCELLENCE.
And the last three were in the form of a question:
Is it Pleasing?
Is it commendable?
Is it Praise Worthy?
The entire community held an election to decide
on having multiple tanks or one single think tank.
The overwhelming majority voted for the one think tank
that was wrapped with the sign, "Think On These Things".
They began to think on the 8 things contained in that think tank,
and the thinking of that entire community was radically changed.
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*Fiction based on truth. **Philippians 4:8
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 6
Prelude Note: Please see Part 05 for Prelude Note
Important Note: Sorry friends for some delay in writing the next part 6th of this
Beautiful Love Story. The reason for writing this wonderful story is the fact the gradually the traditional singers (boys and girls) of Tesu, who used to come once in a year with the earthen pot and a light in it on their heads, while singing the songs of Tesu have almost disappeared. This year on Dewali no Tesu was seen by me. I hope that those who have an open heart for other cultures and their beliefs and traditions would welcome this series and would find wonderful love story worth enjoying. Love and best wishes…..
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part. 6
While planning the strategy of Mahabharata* war,
Krishna was worried only about one thing,
He knew that there was none to match his Arjuna
His most beloved disciple except the mighty warrior Tesu. 15
Unfortunately that hero Tesu was preparing to fight
From the side of Kauravas, who were on a wrong path
Krishna also knew that Tesu's weakness was his determination
That he would fight for those, who were weak and at a losing end. 16
Krishna also knew that Tesu was true to his commitments
And he would not agree to change his side only because
Lord Krishna was asking him to fight from the side of those
Who wanted to establish the principles of truth and justice. 17
Ravindra
Kanpur India 07th December 2012 To continue.........
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Clarifications
Mahabharata War* - The great war which took place many thousand of year back.
A letter to America
America we have been your friend
Forever now it seems
Through adversity and good times
Shared interwoven dreams
You had our back in darkest days
And likewise we’ve had yours
And though sometimes ill-advisedly
supported all your wars.
You are like an older cousin
To admire and revere
A land of truth and justice
But it’s all changing now we fear
We see your inner conflict
The hype, the lies, the spin
Upheaval of society
The rupture from within
The discontent of common folk
Of those that bear the load
The absence of all empathy
Life’s hope and dreams erode
The cynical power-hungry
That stir what lies confined
The discontent and prejudice
That simmer in the mind
Create a scapegoat stir the mob
Feed the fear and hate
Morality and ethics die
Amid the chaos they create.
Let’s blame the Jews or Muslims
The Hispanic or the Black
Chose any small minority
With no chance of fighting back
Make America Great Again
The catchcry fills the air
But somewhere in the cheering crowd
We lost what made it fair
This all bears a similarity
To another time and place
But let’s trust that this great nation
Would that pathway not retrace
Your friends the whole world over
With bated breath, afraid to ask
All hoping that your constitution
Is equal to the task
And may the storm that shakes you now
Give way to calmer skies—
Where ethics bloom and truth returns,
And hope no longer hides.
Our leanings shaped by family ties,
By hardship, pride, and pain—
The stories told around the fire
Still echo and remain
So whether you lean to left or right
Let conscience be your guide
Don’t be afraid to say your piece
It may just turn the tide
"A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else." ~~ John Burroughs ~~
To Blame another, I avoid truths about myself.
So, should I leave my accusations on the shelf?
Do my hurt feelings, I just allow to smother?
I avoid truths about myself, to blame another.
One must rise above the waves of ire,
And rekindle within a righteous fire.
It’s a rule of generosity and fairness applies.
Above the waves of ire, one must rise,
Many whispers of guilt, they fill the air,
There’s no solace found in a world so unfair.
Much trust and faith there must be rebuilt.
They fill the air, many whispers of guilt.
In shadows dark where fingers point with blame.
Each innocent victim has a reputation to reclaim.
It’s on the road to forgiveness we must embark,
Where fingers point with blame, in shadows dark.
In this phase of blame, as hearts turn cold,
A web of assertions cruel and bold.
So, the accused can suffer unwarranted shame.
As hearts turn cold in this phase of blame.
Where truth and justice are, its hard to find
Echoing through chambers of the mind
Where innuendo can certainly mar
It’s hard to find where truth and justice are.
To break away from this cycle of decree,
In the midst of this tempestuous sea,
Exercise diplomacy and come what may,
From this cycle of decree, to break away.
It’s love that your character will frame.
For blame is but a fleeting hollow game.
Forgiveness will fit you like a glove,
That your character will frame. It’s love.
At the end of Winter days I escaped in a bit of a haze
From the lazy days trapped in the darkened maze
I shut the lights off in my eyes and fed myself lies
Thinking I was shooting for the skies
When I was really descending further into madness
Until at last I saw twin peaks of sadness
And the tears fell from my eyes reflecting my fears
For I threw my ruined body upon the gears
Hoping to stop the global calamity
For this insanity was bred from one soul's vanity
But in the end my sacrifice was born of greed
To plant the seed that would one day be freed
And grant humanity a sense that we can be greater
Alas we don't have to bend our knee to a traitor
But in the the Winter days I was trapped in quite the daze
When truth and justice aren't what pays
Our beliefs become prostitutes sold to the highest bidder
When it's only our own fates we consider
We lose sight of all those who suffer a burning death
When they breathe their last breath
In the prisons and mazes that fill this nation
Freedom then becomes nothing short of damnation
This is what happens when things corrode at the foundation
And politicians and actors don't know their station
This has truly become a sadistic masquerade
So trumpet out the red carpet for this faux parade
Lined by the liars and contortionists
Who bend the constitution like freedom abortionists
But maybe it was always going to end in acrimony
When we're fed the best bologna from a facetious phony
In the end we're all lost and wandering through the maze
Still dazed by the Winter haze of chilly days
Rumor has it
that she is a monster
she cheats on her boyfriend
with her ex lover.
rumor has it
that she feels no remorse
she never feels horrible for the uproar she causes
she is empty inside.
rumor has it
that she never thinks of anyone but herself
she gets what she wants when she wants it
and never considers the consequences of yesterdays action.
rumar has it
that she cares about no one
that she is an emotionless robot
that she is selfish.
rumor has it
she doesnt care about rumors.
Reality Being
she has so much feeling she doesn't know how to handle
at night she cries herself to sleep knowing shes done so much wrong to everyone
she always thinks of what has happened between her and him
reality being
she hurts inside
no one ever can take away the pain shes caused herself and others
she loves him and she thinks thats all that should matter.
Reality being
shes as scarred as a Vietnam Vetran
she wishes she coud just be normal
she cares about everyone so mcuh
she doesn't know what the right desicion is
Reality being-
rumors arent always rumors
black isnt the same as white
there is many forms of truth and justice
and your heart can't lead you to the right choice.
A monster could have a bigger heart than a loving mom
this girl could care about them so much
yet no one asks
no one considers
they follow the rule what you see is what you get
no one dares to deliever
that who you are in the inside can't be seen from the outside
and not everyone is someone you should trust
just ask the girl with the broken heart
Wake up, America!
Wake up you silent majority,
you sons and daughters of liberty.
All who bleed red, white and blue
your country needs you!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to the revolution
and stand up for the constitution.
Stand against division and hate
now before it’s too late!
Wake up, America!
Wake up folks hither and yon
and vote till a great victory is won.
Soon it will be your patriotic turn
to quell the fires that burn!
Wake up, America!
Wake up and repulse evermore
the wolves and jackals at your door.
Alas the riotin’ mobs in your town
want to tear America down!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to all the fake news
and be most careful who you choose.
Get aboard and ride the Trump train
back to Washington again!
Wake up, Sleepy Joe!
America is not a racist country
but Godless marxists want it to be.
And yet still in your basement hidin’
you say nothin’, Joe Biden!
Wake up, America!
And now that the votes are in
miraculous ballots keep appearin’.
Now we see Red states right on cue
mysteriously turnin’ Blue!
Wake up, America!
Well it’s up to the courts now
to seek truth and justice somehow.
Funny how the laptop incrimination
became Russian disinformation!
Wake up, America!
Joe says it’s now time to heal
but first there’s an election to steal.
That stench in the air is hypocrisy
and the death of democracy!
Wake up, America!
For your country say a prayer
that we wake from this nightmare.
But alas as a wise man once spoke
you can’t wake the woke!
Written: Sept - Nov 2020
Debacle is not of a noble birth
Like debris of steel without a worth
A part of life which is so germane
And earth remains his prime domain.
Debacle is lethal and so uncivil
She births grief, melancholy and evil
Naught but a part of the plot of the world
But often considered as the wrath of the Lord.
A trip to the travails of the past and recent
If the end is awful, the start is indecent,
Here, we hope for debacle's departure
For 'tis the major cause of the world's frail stature.
When everyone's involved, the truth comes first,
Is it why we make the masses to protest?
Why does the fear of failure result to violence?
Why are the stars above left in utter darkness?
Debacle is when the planet becomes a sanatorium
And unjust massacres promulgate pandemonium
And dreams of glass are left shattered but unbroken
And it seems like the end of time has awoken.
If the country fails, what about the world at large?
What will happen if blacks and whites merge?
All lives matter, yet we dwell and die in failure
We succeed at being failures, another outbreak to endure!
Now hoping for change becomes a waste of time
Yet the truth won't cost anyone a dime
Sometimes we're the victims, sometimes we have to listen
Why does debacle always come with a reason?
They say time will tell but her lips remain sealed
We pray, one day the healthy shall be healed
And naught else will reign but peace, truth and justice
And naught else but positive prejudice.
@Poet_AY
©2020
Man and Womankind wants to stay alive and these "Spirits' need to be revived! The Spirit of Hope! The Spirit of Empathy! The Spirit of Love!The Spirit of Compassion!The Spirit of Kindness! The Spirit of positive Creativity!The Spirit of Truth and Justice!Can we get wrapped up in the Spirit of Confidence of the victory that we will achieve by putting the Enemy of the forgoing under our feet?Hold on to those "Positive Spirits" to keep your self alive and help your family survive,and make your children wise!! The "Spirit "keeps us alive! The "Spirit" of a "Lie" is of "The Devil" and "The Devil is a "Liar"and ignores what is "The Truth"!The "Devil" says that there is no such thing as hatred ,and we see it everyday,and we see love too,and this is how the "Devil" lies to me and to you,by saying things that are a lie and are untrue! Let us stay and remain in "The Spirit of The Truth"that make us "Godly",and think straight,and face what is real ,not matter how terrible it may be or no matter how we feel! The Truth is real,and a lie is "Deceit",and that is why "The Devil" is put under our feet by "The Lord God"!The Lord God does not need my help,because I need his help to boost this "Spiritual Power" everyday and every hour,and be revived so that I can stay alive! We need to revive those "Spirits" that are expressed in the words written in this poem,and believe "The Truth",and reject "The Lie"and build up our "Spirits"and never die believing a liar who always tells a good for nothing lie!