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Precious novelties, rare and unimpaired
reminder of events I'd love to share.
Recalling special trinkets in a hutch
for display only, labeled "Do Not Touch".
Awaiting finding of a misplaced key,
a new piece tempted curiosity.
Too precious to ignore, my small grandson
maneuvered carefully, warned by his mum.
Rejecting caution, which kids oft ignore
forgetful child just left it on the floor.
The next day, sister found it with her foot.
One piece, now three pieces, ruined, kaput.
Comes precious moment, happ'ning on my watch.
The brother faults his sister for the botch
who then returns accusatory blame.
Routine occurrence, 'companied by shame.
The moment builds, we search the house for glue.
Some chips still gone? Hurrah! we find a few.
Together, we three, talking as we work,
accountable, not acting like a jerk.
A precious moment in our history
when that collectible met surgery.
Four years later, standing tall, gath'ring dust
a priceless symbol, joint endeavor, plus.
written Jan. 2, 2013, revised June 29, 2017
Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
I, Squirrel, now await the coming Spring;
as the ground thaws, my hunt for nuts begins.
To life's sweet treasures, happily, I cling;
from Spring, through Summer, Fall- survival wins.
Now, Winter's cold- the ground is frozen tight;
those nuts I buried- nowhere to be found.
So hard to shelter from the wind at night;
inside a hollow tree trunk, I stay bound.
I know Spring's coming- feel it getting close;
the days- becoming longer, slow but sure.
But, I dismiss the cons and choose my pros;
for now, to feed my hunger- there's a cure.
I found a see-thru house where birds can feed
and figured out a plan- help me survive.
It's suctioned to a window, but with speed,
I jump up high, then crawl within- and thrive!
They watch me by the window from inside
Somehow, I know that I am safe and spared.
I think they smile since I am long and wide-
yet, squeeze inside the feeder, unimpaired!
I know Spring's coming- feel it in the air
Winter is not forever- it will pass.
For now, I take my pros and say a prayer;
rebirth of Spring will bring me greener grass.
January 20, 2023
Contest: Winter Is Not Forever
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelly
Required Theme:
"A poem on the theme of 'Winter is not Forever'-
a sweet look at the hope of Spring from
an animal's point of view."
A diadem of sovereignty, a symbol of royalty
made up of Unique jewel of valley surrounded by the rarest gold of Mountains
Waited for it's rightful place to dwell with all its treasures and troubles
After an indefinite hunt for a secular and Democrat souls
Chosen the queen of peninsula and set its heart on hers
The diadem added beauty to the queen and to the land it added fortunes
The charm it holds and the raving beauty it has grabbed the eyes of countries and kingdoms
As it's glory spread beyond the boundaries
The chances of being purloined reached the skies
The queen did the best to keep it fortified and unimpaired
As the time goes by
the diadem was passed through generations
And it was Crowned on the peninsular queen's multitudinous heirs
The diadem never deprived it's charm and it's serendipity even the ages have gone
Numerous eyes surrounded the diadem
and countless hearts fancied to have one
It often got heisted and restored, but never dwelt on the heads of the others
As the time passes on ,
Somewhere down the line the glory of diadem among the queens was faded
There came a day that no one didn't thought of
A new queen was Crowned with unhackneyed hope
Considered the crown as archaic and obsolete
Made her own new crown and replaced the relic of bygone age
Left the diadem open and wide with no intrigue and stow
As it shines in the dark and reflects in the light
Caught everyone eyes while they passed by
And it got stolen and lost,
The disappeared crown created the despair
As the Queen came to know the diadem was lost
And announced alimony to those who find the crown
News spread all Over the kingdom
But it raised a rift between two mobs
As One found it's precious jewel
And another it's band made of precious gold
without the other doesn't form the complete crown
One who had the jewel wants the gold
The others Denied of giving it
Started with denial and protest
Continued with deaths and destruction
Left the city with burnt and ashes
Land of jewel turned into land of blood
Nothing was done to stop this ardent havoc,
How can the problem can be solved?
Who is responsible for all this ??
Isn't the queen who should be sober??
Where oh,
Friend is thy true face,
The one i used to know,
The one that used to laugh with me,
That helped me learn to grow,
Why now have we turned away from all those things we shared?
Can time not leave a simple memory or moment unimpaired?
I always tried to reach out and give you the best part of me,
Now it seems iv'e failed as you turn away from me and flee.
What did i do?
How can i make it right,
This apparent thing,
Which caused you to throw our closeness away and to sorrow bring.
I am me,
That's all i am,
I can't be anything more,
You liked me this way once,
Remember that?
Before you leave and shut my door.
And if you go,
I'll cry for you and and all you've thrown away,
But through the pain i'll always wish we could go back to yesterday.
Dancing to the rhythm of the music of the heart,
heat rises as our embrace tightens.
Eyes lock telling each other the depth
of passion this moment brings.
Swaying gently to the music only we can hear,
cheeks softly brush starting a blaze.
Lips meet, souls erupt sending shivers
running through one body to the next.
Hands begin to drift, caressing flesh,
as tongues touch for the first moment
feeling the heat of desires rise.
A sweet demand that fills the soul.
Kisses drift down the neck
and whispers of our appetites’ bloom.
Sparks ignite infernos all around us,
the rhythm of the music cannot be denied.
Passions detonate, desires explode;
in fluid motion we become one,
embracing our fullest potential
from vibrations of unimpaired perfection.
The dance of love is a mystic power
allowing passions to finally be released.
A union of two hearts entwined into one soul
for a brief moment that lasts a lifetime.
I grope gossips
and chamois if chargrin
and sense like there is forlorn
and there is gruff and chide
oh! if love be a centre
of human life and existence
why call for cracks and grudges?
why profane like a night waves?
can it behold to make excuses?
to haunt and hallow ever?
what contagion is a nightmare contempt?
what conspiracy and blue contest?
what went wrong last blue?
or could it be a factor of woe or foe?
or still it be contemporary air to so rely?
to seize and hold , ay! to damage?
oh! Broker tell me when love
has tis become flame?
that thou is blind to reason
at least to answer imagination
suppose there is a trick
like there is a supposition
suppose there is false
and implication to act
now, tell me the leaving
the unimpaired or the unsuspected for get
thanks be to process of law
for it could never allow
supposed
so is a problem of a
poised.
Beneath thoughts with feelings
uniting and dispersing,
Within Earth's human constitutions,
democratic and win/lose cynical,
or even lose/lose nihilistic,
We each breathe in encultured nutritional space,
from a preferred multicultural healthy place,
for a polypathic wealthy outcome lifetime pace.
As we breathe in universal integrity
in spirited time,
we each can breathe out unitarian enchantment with sublime
ecstatic integrity refined
interdependent belief and behavior divine
compassions,
re-investing in this green win/win common healthy-wealth sanctuary
RevolutionTime,
non-sectarian
non-partisan
non-violent
non-ZeroSum
Beneath our most humane emergent thoughts and feelings,
all breathings in Yang
and back out square-rooted Yin
free rainbow unimpaired
not not despaired,
Within each bicameral beating heart
and imposing impassioning
reposing repassioned bodhisattva mind,
radically democratic energy regeneratively expanding
multicultural Golden WinWin Rules
to restore EarthJustice
By extracting degenerative lose/lose monocultural bad-faith toxins
now destroying purposes of health's intention
for red/blue-blooded beating hearts,
Each natural body out
spiritual mind in
yang with yin
co-laterally scripturing
ancient revolutions
of DNA's left and right,
west greets east,
uracil/cytosine balancing fractal seasonal resolutions,
where U=C-squared
light-cubed
green organic namaste
Transubstantiating +1 universal
equals
(-,-)0-square root bilateral integrity,
Left-nature multiplying Right-spirit interdependently multiculturing,
Left-yang patriarchal dominance divided against
Right-yin matriarchal suppressing
Different thoughts and feelings
between yang against yin, bipolar dividing
the sameness within yang with yin, dipolar co-arising
regenerative WinWin,
healthy thoughts with nutritional feelings.
In the cozy, dark chamber of my womb , you fought hard to breathe,
And we prayed.
Your safe passage out into this beautiful world a huge concern,
And your too-soon departure to an oblivion,
our world’s dreaded fear.
A room in the hospital became our home, a surreal place,
Where hope intertwined with fear in every breath we would take.
The smell of medicines, the frequent pricks of needles,
The oxygen mask to keep me and you breathing and alive,
All this didn’t break my spirits with your father and family by my side.
A whirlwind of urgency to shield the lives of two entwined souls,
At the seventh month, a way for hasty entrance for you was made,
Your tiny frame bore the scars of early strife,
But through it all, you clung to the gift of life.
Every step you took was delayed,
Seizures, temper storms,
And subsequent hospital vists surged,
Yet within you, a resilience silently grew.
In schoolyard whispers, looks of contempt and curious stares,
You faced the world, your spirit unimpaired.
Branded different, yet you stood tall,
Embracing each challenge, refusing to fall.
Through tears and triumphs, you forged ahead,
Standing your ground strong.
A rock of strength, where others fled,
Engineering dreams within your grasp, you seized,
Now at twenty-one,
a milestone accomplished,
"Aaditya 2.0," you proudly proclaim,
A testament to perseverance, not in vain.
As a family, we've weathered the stormy tide,
Guided by love, with you by our side.
The journey, though arduous, has shaped you true,
Into a son, a brother, resilient and anew.
On this special day, as candles softly glow,
Know that our love for you continues to grow.
For in every hurdle, every triumph, we see,
The essence of Aaditya, strong and to be free!
©Chitra Arun
2024
I did not fail in mother's love...
was always there, I raised him fine.
He never married or left home,
and all went well for quite some time.
When child and parent are reversed,
the elder needs care in the end.
The child becomes the parent when
on him, the parent must depend.
Elder abuse, I know is true...
for I now sit alone and scared.
My son forgets that I once lived
his mother's life, so unimpaired.
Confined to home and never out,
my world is closed, I have no choice;
hair so unkempt and clothes unwashed...
I sit and stare without a voice.
I do not dare request a thing...
his anger chills me to the bone.
I must stay quiet, bare my days
and live within my safety zone.
I did not fail in mother's love...
was always there, I raised him fine.
But, never thought that time would form
this heartless child, now so maligned.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Through Their Eyes #2
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Rules: Poems From the Victim's Eyes ~ Fiction
Judged: 08/16/2016
"Elder abuse is a significant public health problem. Each year, hundreds of thousands of
adults over the age of 60 are abused, neglected, or financially exploited. Elder abuse,
including neglect and exploitation, is experienced by 1 out of every 10 people, ages 60
and older, who live at home. This statistic is likely an underestimate because many
victims are unable or afraid to disclose or report the violence."
Reference: http://www.cdc.gov/features/elderabuse/