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By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society.
The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem,
All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means,
Their beauty and the beauty of others,
Are in no way a comparison to our mothers.
Mothers are God’s gift to us,
Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss.
Mothers are there to help teach and guide,
And through thick and thin stay by your side.
Mother loves us right from the start,
From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart.
These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday,
But we all know they were a few eons away.
Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife,
And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life.
Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand,
And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand.
Mother is one we can lean on,
As deep in her heart she is very strong.
At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears,
And calm our mind’s lurking shadows of fears.
Mother filled our days with multihued lights,
And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights.
And on a foreign land you gave life to me,
And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free.
Whenever I needed you were there with tender care,
For advice and support you were always there.
You taught me right from wrong,
And how to the world whistle my own song.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you,
For every tear you shed for me without much ado.
Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me,
For each truth you made me realize and see.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you,
For every midnight coffee you did brew.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you,
For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew.
But I don’t have these and this you are aware,
And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care.
You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say,
Have a “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”.
I know that when you think of me,
A part of you in me you will always see.
Thank you and I Love you Mom,
This is me your first born son
Cantos Uno Obsessive Eclipse Octavia
Israel is like a mote on mankind’s face
Born on May 14 1948 ,
A host of problems a bloody disgrace
I see two eclipses to change it’s fate,
A lunar eclipse Sept 7 next year
A rotten tepid corpse is Isreal’ end,
Dec 28 2 years away I fear
Which lunar eclipse could fulfill the trend.
There are some partial lunar eclipses too
They are 4 and 5 years apart in time ,
Will these doom angels assure Isreal is through?
Israel gone -time for Palestine to shine
And The last eclipse is to far away,
I might be dead that time who is to say
The first partial eclipse I will be here ,
What doom will I find on the blogosphere
Cancer is on Israel’s tenth house end
Saturn in Cancer a weak place for sure ,
Moon in tenth conjunct Saturn -a friend
The Moon godliness. for Saturn is the cure,
Let us look at the Nakshatra for the Moon
A godly message for Israel -a boon ?
The Moon’s Nakshatra is in the 8th cell
Pushya acts godly as far I can tell.
Cantos Duo: Considerazioni Astrologiche
And Israel’s 7th house cusp is Aries. too
And plenty of foreign disputes to date
And Mars in Leo in the 11th -true
Ready for war that it anticipates
For Israel it is not an good investment
This behaviour just brings resentment
Israel can be to aggressive to some
To self assured in disputes they think they won
But the 7th house is Israel’s allies
When Mars transits the Tenth time for a coup
With the above config allies strategize
Mars nakshatra,Magha great success too
Sun is in Taurus -gets resources from friends
Ruled by Venus in the 9th bucks never end
Wars it undertakes they feel surely blest
Wars it undertakes ,it feels it passed the test
The Sun’s Nakshatra is called Krittaka
The Sun acts like a persona non grata
Envoi:
Isreal civic views are like swine
Eclipses purport drastic change
Warn Israel free Palestine
If you don’t change you are deranged
Take no crap from Zionists too
And they twist facts to thier taste
If we do mankind is screwed
Set them straight else all is a waste
Not all Jews are Zionists too
These Jews think these folk are morons ,
Please I ask don’t conflate the two
No, then you will get a sermon.
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Roaring of traffic is the song that play
An i phone is the preferred company
which everyone is lost
in its magical lay
A minute to listen to a
friends' story is
considered the least
And a moment to stop for
a short prayer can be a delay
Cursing is the easiest way
to keep frustrations at bay
The clock at the door
could tell who's the
slave of the day
Coffee at hand means
no good meal today
Hurried steps to catch up
the first bus and train
must be the mantra until
one turns to gray
But nothing is more
impressive to see
the bobbing out
of flowers bud
in a deserted lot
and worn out pot..
the filtering of sun's rays
of the waning day..
To embrace
The new day and a fresh dew
after a night downpour blew..
The stray birds searching for
a morsel of seed under the
shadow of a spring bloomed tree
The angry waves that
calm down as they kissed
the soft silver bed of shore
And nourish tiny creatures
secretly sheltered in an empty
dry and neglected shells
The sunset that never tires
to display the wonder of colors
of the twilight to begin another day
How much more to reckon
A gasp of disbelief from
a mother to hear her
newborn cry..
An angelic smile of a baby
to wash out mom's tiring day
A toddler who learns
a step or two to embrace
her freedom without much
delay...
And to understand
A teen's eagerness
to wear the cap of challenges
he's never been..
And to feel..
a hug to prod dispirited
being to move on and let go
And a gentle hand that assures
when death comes in time.
Though life is painted sometimes
with color not our choice to enjoy
and crying can be the best cleanser
and holding on is our character equalizer
But the one who sees things that matter most
is blessed with a heart that never breaks
when brokenness undertakes..
I bring to you a memory…a story that undertakes
to show we never know what lesson we will learn from our mistakes.
Years ago I took my students on a field trip to Tarpon Springs
We visited the sponge docks and took a boat ride…of all things.
The plan was…after we finished with our spongy ocean jaunt
we would eat a sit down lunch in a nice Greek restaurant.
I put all my students money in two envelopes in the pocket of my coat
one half was for the restaurant…the other for the boat.
The boat ride was magnificent…a fun morning in the sun
and after paying off our captain…he hugged us…everyone…
He made it a point to thank each one of us before we went away…
I wondered if all Greek captains were as happy…or just him…that day.
The meal at the restaurant was amazing……the perfect way to end our day
but I ran into a little snag when it came time to pay.
When I reached for the second envelope inside the pocket of my coat
I realized I’d given both envelopes…all our money…to the captain of the boat.
It seems what enhanced the captain’s happiness…was my tiny, little slip
as I gave him something in the neighborhood of a $300 dollar tip.
So there I was at the restaurant…where…to my dismay
after we all finished eating…I had no money left to pay.
My students were blissfully unaware…they seemed as happy as can be
so I reached into my wallet and took out my credit card…Plan B.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life…and I’m sure I’m not done yet
but the mistake I made that day is one I never will forget….
It’s the day I learned mistakes can also be blessings
for when I see that captain’s smile in my memory from way back then
I like to think if given the chance
I’d make the same mistake…again.
Banned Books Week Thirtieth Anniversary
By Elton Camp
That some books are contemptible I must agree
But that’s not some fanatic’s call, but up to me
When books the government undertakes to ban
That type censorship can quickly get out of hand
Judith Krug of the American Library Association
Was, in 1982, responsible for the week’s creation
A “challenge” is a request some book be banned
Surprising ones have been subjects of this demand
Golding’s Lord of the Flies has seen banning tries
And To Kill a Mockingbird has been called unwise
Orwell’s Animal Farm has been said to bring harm
Since self-appointed censors satire does alarm
Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl is called unfit
By those who, in righteous judgment, try to sit
Even though Mark Twain was liberal for his day
Huckleberry Finn some have tried to put away
The American Heritage Dictionary was not fine
Because “objectionable words” it chose to define
Catch 22 and Salinger’s classic, Catcher in the Rye
To bring about censorship quite a few will still try
Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 about censorship is one
That the “righteous” have put under the critic’s gun
Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath was once even burned
Because vulgar words the censor’s anger it earned
What gives others the right for them to try to decide
What books are unfit to read and then them hide?
Sex and violence the Bible often candidly tells about
For it to be banned will we someday hear that shout?
When bad about some writing a critic has said
It is likely that by a young person it will be read
A pillowcase backpack, camping under the kitchen table.
Lost in imagination, deaf to strife.
In every way full of wonder of life.
Holed up in a couch cushion bunker.
Barefoot and bare chested.
Taking aim to fire a one-eyed shot.
Make believe enemies threaten an onslaught.
Built a kingdom of cardboard
With a window cut by a kitchen knife.
A quarter inch of corrugated paper,
Captured imagination now vanished like water vapor.
The boy inside still resides though the memory needs prodding.
Make believe turned to believing in what he makes.
Construction in cardboard again he undertakes.
This time with less charm and laughter.
Replacing pure gold with iron pyrite.
Like replacing the sun with a porch light.
One is fueled by timeless truth
Penetrating the darkness of space.
A flash of this lightning epistle
Descending on earth like a heaven sent missile.
The other a cheap motel incandescent,
Off-white, almost yellow.
With tiny circling friends that drone on.
And only if someone left the light on.
Retreating back to a cardboard box.
Smells and feels familiar.
The box seems smaller or am I older?
Don’t care. I’m with a heaven sent soldier.
Now this box is as grand as the first.
With the same laughter and bright eyes peeking around the corner.
Making believe is reborn in the eyes of another.
When have you last seen the underside of a kitchen table?
Or crawled through a paper tunnel?
To peep with a grin when you reach the end.
When?
I ask for your help
I have never been too proud to beg
Beg your pardon
Beg for a morsel of your time
Time to write a different script
Time undertakes my logic
Logic has never been my strongest point
Logic lacks what I need
Need bounces off my equilibrium
Need feeds off yesterday's mistakes
Mistakes I repeat
Mistakes you never seemed to make
Make like a bird and fly away
Make your waves on a different ocean
Ocean line yourself out of here
Ocean spray your inconsistancies
Inconsistancies with a capital C
Inconsistancies I can't see
See me walk
See me run
Run past forward
Run further away
Away from the thing I was
Away from your simple
Simple pleasures
Simple mind
Mind playing tricks on me
Mind over your matter
Matter of facts I didn't understand
Matter converted to energy
Energy that cost too much
Energy we both wasted
Wasted on yesterday
Wasted on nothing
Nothing ever really lasts
Nothing is nothing but a whisper
Whisper insanity in my ear
Whisper until my mind erases you
You have consumed me for too long
You who drip from your empty
Empty cup
Empty promises
Promises I hung my hat on
Promises you never meant to keep
Keep away from me
Keep what I can't have
Have my dreams
Have a cup of my broken
Broken
Dreams
I read Debbie Guzzi's poem and thought I would give the form a try.
Gracious
Omnipresent
Defends
Saves
Forgives
Acquits
vindicates
ordains
undertakes
Redeems
You have granted me life and favor, and Your care has preserved my spirit. Job 10:12
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:5–6
What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honor. You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet. Psalm 8:4–6
job 33:26
Then he will pray to God, and He will accept him, That he may see His face with joy, And He may restore His righteousness to man.
Isaiah 30:18
therefore the LORD longs to be gracious to you, And therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you For the LORD is a God of justice; How blessed are all those who long for Him
Zephaniah 3:17
"The LORD your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy. Amen
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
Ah, zeal of crossroads drove an interconnected strand.
Oh,goodness, how my initiative has flustered.
If we communicated then we would have bonded,
over a shared experience of parents who ailed.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
I held the possibility to learn the Gaelic and the Latin,
just to impress, without knowing of no benefits to the brain.
Oh,goodness, how my initiative has flustered.
Force undertakes the citizenship of renovating country.
Ah, mutual marrow tinctures to leave the native lands.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
When mentioned that I must connect through divergent personalities,
of his example and enjoyment, I possessed the boasting chance to state.
Oh,goodness, how my initiative has flustered.
I shudder as leaves upon a threaded autumn branch without chronological insight.
Personal questions currently rage a celestial breadth.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
Woe, my Skype Characters have suffered from exhaustion,
and neither villanelle may now be to his account sent.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor.
Oh,goodness, how my initiative has flustered.