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Whenever I was seeing her eyes, it was remembering me,
The hue of huge sky...
It was a rare thing I had ever seen,
The colour of her eyeball was making me delight
Me, the stupid don't know 'why'
The day without her was the day wasted..
Perhaps, she was reflecting in my every atom.
Love was the ocean in our life,
But, god's aspire was unfair...
And she left me....alone.
But,her twinkling eyes till now seeing this world.
Why did she leave me alone?
In every tears of mine,there was she..
In my every sight ,there was only her blink.
But, the reason for her leave was unknown.
The neighbour of mine got a vision
To the world through the same cornea...of my love.
Once I asked her with falling tears,'how are you?'
But, she said,'I'll never let you to miss these eyes'.
7/14/2018
There are not enough words to describe
The devotion and compassion this poet's eyes beheld.
It was a plain room arranged for safety,
comfort, and care.
A fine bantam table re-purposed with medical supplies
for any emergent unplanned surprise.
An unexpected large bed filled the back right corner of the room.
Creating a barrier for an unsteady walk.
Soft pillows surrounded a determined man,
bent over, straining to stand, wanting to rise.
Pursuing some task, he had left undone.
Desperate for freedom, confused, lost in time.
Unaware of the witnesses standing aside,
A woman gently wrapped her arms around the man.
Intertwined fingers completed a tender restraint.
Whispering, begging him to stay,
Seated beside him protecting the man.
This was a path I had walked before.
I knew it so well as I stood near the door.
Felt the terrible anguish of another parting too soon.
As a daughter held her father.
How unfair it seems to separate this pair.
Why must we rip ourselves apart?
As life starts closing doors.
What is this path we walk down carrying flowers with thorns?
This cruel bitter loss felt by all
as the daughter anointed the man with a gentle touch.
Reposing her head against his thin shoulder
to encouraging his rest.
My heart wanted to hold her, lessen her pain,
Offer her hope, ease the load.
But it was her watch to stand.
I recalled my own dark watches of the night.
The wretched tearing of the soul.
The desperate need to hold on,
Knowing the need to let go.
This was the daughter's obeisance to give away.
All that she was, her loving tribute will ever remain.
As a daughter released her hold on the man.
Ideals
Ideals
High ideals?
We all had them
In the forties, in college,
those long, all-night
heated arguments,
sitting cross-legged
on the floor,
debating how
to change the world.
Words – ideas,
what we could do
some day.
Twenty years
before the sixties,
waves of political injustices
student revolutions
on campuses
across the country,
young scholars
no longer debating,
leaving their classes,
holding sit-ins, hunger strikes,
storming offices
and police barricades,
damaging buildings.
Our goals – to study,
burn the midnight oil,
to keep our scholarships,
graduate, get a job,
vote, elect worthy
candidates to Congress.
Our generation
brought up to respect
authority, work with,
not against,
certainly not with violence.
We were wrong.
Progress does not
happen with time
and debate.
It comes with
true passion for a
just cause, zeal, intention,
action to break through
set boundaries,
challenging the
status quo in real time.
With violence? No.
Unwavering resistance, yes.
Violence brings only thirst
For vengeance, not results.
Stand firm.
Rejecting injustice
even when condemned.
Seat yourself
in the front of the bus.
Walk on the restricted beach,
Take in and
protect immigrants.
Demand real living wage.
Block those who force
restricted access
to women’s clinics.
Join a mass protest against
ageism, sexism,
unfair practices
targeting the “others”.
Ideals minus action
are useless dreams.
A primal, survival tactic,
fear, fastens itself to your soul.
It's a psychological state
that levies a personal toll.
Harassed by constant bullying,
timidity fuels despair.
And as you break into a sweat,
Life appears cruel and unfair.
Hearing your pulse pound in your ears,
your fear's difficult to conceal.
For in this vulnerable state,
Reality seems surreal.
People label you a coward,
abandoning you to your shame.
And there's no shelter found in age:
nor in status, money, or fame.
Your life is a living nightmare,
always on the verge of a tear.
And because you're ashamed of it:
anxiety morphs into fear.
a lot of intrigue, plenty of danger and a little bit of romance
a fatal conspiracy, God's destiny with a touch of bribery and finance
the Bible's book of Esther reads like a modern novel that contains all these things
but the book of Esther never mentions the Lord God by His name
even thougth the Lord God's name is not written
the presence of the Lord is certainly not hidden
King Xerxes of Persia had a feast and was in a drunken stance
when he ordered Queen Vashti to come forth and perform a risque dance
Queen Vashti refused to abide by the King's drunken request
the King was so affronted that he kicked out of the royal nest
King Xerxes was a ruler with a weak constitution
easily swayed by others in his royal conclusions
influenced by his cronies he signed many decrees and unfair laws
to inebriated and unable to see that they were flawed
with Queen Vashti now exiled the King desired to attain a new queen
and that was when a comely Jewish maiden arrived on the scene
her heritage and nationality remained unknown to the monarchy
until the day King Xerxes signed a most horrendous decree
a plot was put into place, its purpose to destroy the Jews
so Queen Esther urged by her Uncle Mordecai knew what she had to do
and despite the fact that her actions would put her life on the line
she saw the hand of God at work and knew that this was now her time
for such a time as this her mission was to be an agent for the Lord
her destiny was to make right a wrong and put all in accord
destined for greatness by following God's holy instructions
destined for greatness to save a nation from total destruction
God is in charge and will use any woman or man
to fulfill His promises according to His master plan
God is sovereign and He's in total control
so give Him all the glory when He defines for you your role
Queen Vashti's removal allowed Queen Esther to be in a place
positioned by the hand of God to provide her people His saving grace
for nothing in life in coincidence, it's all God's destiny
according to His Holy Word that is the prophecy
destined for greatness for such a time as this
the Bible's book of Esther a story that should not be missed
Who I am, Lord?
You know me more than I know me
for You see and understand the part or
side of me, I do not.
I was nurtured with love, attentive care in my
early childhood by Mommy, the aunt who raised me,
grandparents and other aunts and
their support laid the foundation of my being.
I was six, when
my parents and two brothers came
to live with us and I discerned that not
everyone will like you
and life is unfair through Mama, my own mother.
She was cold, distant and did not care about me.
Never understood why, but learned
to accept to respect and obey my mother.
I've fallen in and out of arms,
I've deceived and lied to get
what I wanted...wasn't too foolish?
I hurt lovers and broken lots of hearts,
laughing at them, redeeming no fault;
I'm staring from zero point and crash!
Being all yours meant very little,
I faked everything, including passion,
they believed me and gave me all;
do their deluded looks make me tremble?
I can leave on tiptoe and feel no emotion.
You've put your trust in the wrong guy,
and condemning my lies makes you cry;
keep miles from me, don't feel mercy:
I planned this and caused your insanity!
Being all yours meant very little,
I had fun with others and gave you none;
didn't you want more to keep you satisfied;
didn't I want less, not honoring the girl I found?
I burst into tears and feel your anger,
what kind of example did I set for myself?
not being all yours was a weird idea so unfair;
now, all the unseen pictures go back on the shelf!
I am beginning to understand
Why when it comes to some
things in life
A referees is deemed to be required
to preside over proceedings
So neither party gets to bend the
rule's or gain an unfair advantage
Problem is if that referee is human
and not a computer
Unwittingly they will also be biased and
prejudice as every human is
And it's then left up to there own
individual interpretation of the rules
As apposed to if the referee is a
computer
Which basis all it's answers and
decisions on something logical
As 2 simply yes or no
Because human beings are far more
complex
And require a multiple choice of
options
Like yes , no , emotions , feeling
all or none of the above
Down to do I tick or place an x
And should it be in a circle or a box
Until we eventually come to the point
where all we can think is
Sorry I've lost my train of thought
Please just remind me what was the
question you asked me again was
and my options are
I said I was going to make myself
a cup of coffee
Did you want one as well
You then answered yes
So I said
Do you have
Or
Don't you want
Milk and sugar
In yours
In the midst of your tranquil vacation,
In a foreign land adorned with dreams,
If by chance you see,
On the edge of a sea, under the starry gaze,
High on a cold and lofty rock,
A woman, sad, gazing into the distance,
Speaking softly to the deep sea,
Her thoughts lost in the shadows.
Know then, in that place of tales,
Where everything seems just right,
She... just listen to my burden,
She has come from lands where hope is rare,
To work hard, to take any chance.
How do I know her silent drama?
Because I come from there, from that pained rock,
From those jagged cliffs that wound the sky,
Where homesickness reveals the truth.
When longing for home becomes too heavy to bear,
And my soul in unceasing pain,
I hide from the world's curious eyes,
With fists full of tears and night,
The wind dries the lingering tears,
I howl... then in silence, I delve,
Gazing long into the boundless abyss,
Oh, how much I could tell you about this endless struggle.
About the life of a caregiver and the daily torment,
But I don't want to be unfair, to stir the diminutive fire.
You've worked a whole year and now you rejoice,
With a smile on your lips and your soul gathered from many murkiness.
Tomorrow, if you see again,
On that rock, wandering the echo,
Just make a gentle hand sign,
And greet me in Romanian on this foreign land of longing.
Admire your joy and peace for a moment,
While I hold my silence like a wing,
In this melancholic dance of our fate,
Where dreams and hardships always gather, from a foreign refuge of longing.
For though our paths diverge and meet again,
We recognize a common end, that is celestial for us,
In the space between longing and belonging,
In the shared pain and silence that gives consistency.
“Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” Voltaire
In sapphire skies, so soft, serene and fair,
a balloon floats adrift in tepid air.
Nonchalant it hovers without a care.
Over and under clouds like they're not there.
It's mindful not to burn from the sun's glare.
keeping clear from branches, so not to tear.
At peace it seems, wandering unaware,
until a storm forms to cause it despair.
Gruesome gales force it to blow everywhere,
grim rain has no mercy for its welfare.
Breathless, it deflates into disrepair,
plunging, it no longer looks debonair.
The pursuit of life can become unfair,
just like the thickly sown thorns of Voltaire.