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More often, her soul widens
farther than breaths of a moon...
and through irreverent eyes,
she saunters into the ledge of woods
past time's curfew and nobility --
a wanton stroll by this sylph
daring the commoness of old rules--
Twirling along pebbles and sand,
kindling night's liniment glorious
like the flared climb of dusk,
her wildfire spews a wanton blaze ----
fearless like some insolent woman
rising from mediocrity, burning oil
while dragonflies sleep in a lull ;
her navel radiant in the flickering,
feathering night with such
stubborn will...a maverick defying
traditional anthems of her nun's school.
Yet, this flared essence turns into warmth
as she tenderly flushes my fears at night
to hold the moon soft blue
while her arms delight in classic tunes,
cleansing my tears with hums
of ardor...and wings spread on
hope's ride divinely beaming with grace:
Mother.
Mama- light tenderly cuddles me;
each sky, each ream of grass
healing my rough, young adult soul...
I walked through Asia.
Through Africa.
Through Europe.
Through America.
And I saw
what poverty does
to a human soul.
Some live
on less than a dollar.
Some survive
on less than a dream.
Over a billion
on scraps of life
in a world overflowing
with food and wealth.
How?
How can this be?
How can poverty grow
in a world
so rich in resources?
Because the rich
devour the weak.
Because powerful nations
feed on the fragile.
Because greed
has become
the true religion
of our age.
How can we end poverty
when military budgets rise
like angry gods
while agriculture
dies in silence?
Food should be sacred.
Shelter
should be a birthright.
But we made both
a privilege.
And called it progress.
Why should one man
hold a million acres
while another
sleeps under the open sky?
This is not fate.
This is design.
Poverty
was created.
Crafted.
Maintained.
Corporations hoard
the people’s wealth.
Institutions steal
in the name of order.
And billionaires rise
like false kings
in a sea
of hunger and despair.
As long as the gap
between rich and poor
widens like a wound,
the world
will never know peace.
Nor stability.
Nor dignity.
Material poverty
is a crime
against human evolution.
A shame
to our century.
A curse
on our humanity.
No one
should die of hunger
in an age
of abundance.
No child
should beg
beneath towers of gold.
Heaven on Earth
is possible.
But only
when every citizen
can live.
Eat.
Sleep.
Dream.
And stand
as a human being
with dignity.
At horizon’s crest a faint light arcs
its thin line widens from across the sea
she flutters maiden wings from her nest
on a rocky crag near a twisted tree.
Warm light dances with shadows at dawn
amidst white quartz lines and sandstone cliffs
a young gull flies with confident wings
his sinews are strong as he glides through the rifts.
Sea salt air mingles with pungent scents
as pounding tides pulsate along the shore
his guttural cries echo all around
she hears his sibilant sounds and wants more.
Drawing her wings, she ups and takes flight
lifting her head, croons a soft, soothing song
swiftly he swoops to her side to dance
flying in tandem, they greet the new dawn.
Written 8/28/2020
I stand on the steep precipice of The Unknown,
Clouds, yonder, like cotton blossoms, are sown and grown;
Hills, like gray ghosts of the dead, stand drab, dull and dim,
Where's heaven? Where's hell? Reply seems sublime grim-whim...!
Sky seems, somewhere white, somewhere blue, somewhere coal-black,
Bottomless cumulonimbus of clouds crack-pack;
Terrifying, horrifying, scenes bleak in peak,
Dream streams seem to flow like tears from eyes always leak...!
Some phantom seems crossing one steep from another,
Bridged with broken bamboo, surrounded by smother;
Secret-filled valleys loudly laugh - none knows what's there,
Hallows of heaven and hell-fires, fill the air...!
Dusk falls; gloom encircles; will I fall from the cliff?
Will angels hold me? Or devils clasp tight and stiff?
Will peace-filled heaven-home be my portion and cup?
Or from horror-hovering hell, will I soups sup?
Some thin, lean rays from the east, yet, is slightly seen,
If widens, this would surely, the gloominess clean;
Whatever beyond the horizons, will light-up,
My soul will soar with all souls; glowingly gleam-up...!
27 January 2022
A fault line runs across the land
from blue to red in angry lines
accusing those who do not stand
for views like theirs, in changing times.
With shouts and cries, some march forth
refusing outcomes, demanding change
others "speak" by silent vote
a different view, still freedom reigns.
The fault line widens, a behemoth gap
a frightening chasm across the states
states, once United on the map
are crumbling under a gigantic weight.
This land needs understanding, unity to mend
it's faults, a consensus, a common ground
to preserve it's freedoms and put an end
to hate that threatens to take our nation down.
Written on 11/20/2016
Without solid footing, idealism is a dream
From a position of strong sociopolitical reality
Words kill idealism without a scheme
Idealists deem the short-term triviality.
The ideal balance between man and nature
A serene scene of transcendence unfolds
Driftless area, spawning a densely green layer
An unusual utopia that captivates nave's goals!
It was alike sitting in a sumptuous Xanadu
This is the demagogue of hedonistic empiricism
His grain store once fed a ruler's thirst for Vodou
Scrutinize the soul's reality and let go of idealism.
Civility is being corrupted by darkness
And emotional neediness with no actual basis
Scary aspects of idealism have fallen into sadness
An intense wave of faith is still growing in stasis.
Self-awareness widens and shifts direction
Falling leaves prompt introspection
Knowing oneself contributes to growing faith
It pervades common care, as a cognitive wraith.
Until you ween, that hills and stone are dense
Don't misjudge the rigidity of cement slurry
You will not grasp the glories of this thence
Glass and air both put your heart in jeopardy.
People describe me as an idealist
I perceive things that don't utterly exist
I remember the positive, not the mystical
The world coexists; I am not egotistical.
It shows that there is potential for good
And that's not to mention the blatant cruelty
How we could have better withstood?
Notwithstanding, I prefer to admire the beauty.
Written: January 21, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 34 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Standing at the dawn of war
Sometimes i feel thats all i was made for
I look within thyself and see the folds of black
Its sinking in now leaking out
2000 years since the slaughter
The precipice does draw near
The law of time took its route
Nothing left do i fear
This is personal
People carry me around their neck or inside there pouch
What i speak of is the robbing of my personality
They fill me into there agenda like prisoners of doubt
Who am i?
Before the end youl soon find out
Slaughter your ideal Christ by the breathe of my mouth
You have yet to here me shout
When the game is over
Im not the one that will strike out
Rest is hard to find when the venom does seep
One of the reasons i stay up and write poetry
Slowly breathing out the heat
Among me my bretheren feel defeat
Sometimes i wish they could see what i see
Yes i hold the scroll but the price does take a toll
To know you are invinsible does not make you bold
But through the pain its truth within you grows
Will you gave the courage to leave what you have?
And find your soul?
Something i questioned myself
on the search to fill my hearts hole
Some kind of empty space that widens as i grow old
Is it supposed to be there?
And will i ever know?
Regardless i will never sell my soul
But the blackness has grabbed hold
Purpose find me even if its at the end of the road
End the grief of one of the many tortured souls
I dont write for attention but so my reflection can show
Hard to see the real me in this prophecy
That this..
elder scroll.. knows
Form:
No deeply rooted history,
nor implied ordered liberty,
abortion, gutted like a trout,
dismembered, lies there, bleeding out.
Hyperbole is through the roof,
a million times more fun than truth,
and so all things report as true;
they’re coming for gay marriage, too.
The court is not deciding fates;
that can is kicked back to the states.
Now each will rank on published lists:
abortive destination trips.
Chasm widens on the issue:
right to life or useless tissue.
More than ever, we decide
to separate and to divide.
Pro-life Christians must up their game,
not being pro-life just in name.
This is a war, if one will dare,
‘gainst darker forces in the air.
Though victory, hard-fought, was won,
this, a mere skirmish, not that one.
Though joined to us in life and pain,
till His return, work still remains.
With hope, we see a foretaste grand
of life preserved throughout the land.
He is our motivating force,
so we press on, we stay the course.
" When one least expects...hope illuminates"
Light Shines In Total Darkness
A moment in time where love should leave
when incompatibility muddy crystal waters
dissolves a tie that binds divine connection
widens the abyss as dream loudly shatters
Down on my knees I begged for a reprieve
gazes polarizing for to her nothing matters
in locked cages lay vestiges of desperation
intimacy now in tatters mutated to cinders
Aged moon will not commiserate then give
nebulous promises to stop onrushing tears
nor rays to light the path toward contrition
and turtle doves waving wings that glitters
Weary eyes reaching for salvation perceive
apparitions raising me up to alleviate fears
cleansing this heart throbbing in exultation
as grass springs anew...while grief withers.
Penned: 01/16/2023
2:12 a.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida
We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we’re kissing the Earth with our feet.
At home we walk to the ocean…at our cabin mountain paths we take
our walks of late to our delight have centered around a lake.
We walk early as the sun is rising…before the summer day gets hotter
It’s also the only time we get to watch the fog dance across the water.
As the sun peeks over the mountains signaling the day’s about to begin
Her sunlight widens like a smile and the lake reflects her grin.
Water spiders dash in and out of the fog…perhaps eating…or just having fun
Every fitful movement they make…highlighted by the sun.
A family of deer sees us coming…they also like to rise at dawn.
The mothers eyes us cautiously as she devotedly protects her fawn.
When she is confident we mean no harm…we see her trepidation decrease.
Her family goes back to eating and she let us pass in peace.
We see spots of yellow quickly moving and wonder…
is the sun playing tricks on our eyes
until we realize it’s not the sun but a family of goldfinches flitting by.
We stop and listen to their singing….from their nests in the trees they've made
and we feel privileged to hear a rare treat…a goldfinch serenade.
In another tree just up ahead a squirrel…enjoying the view
We wonder is he watching us…or did he stop to listen too?
Much of our walk is done in silence…because in silence it is clear
all the wonders we can see…so any wonders we can hear…
Around the lake we see our house…another wonderful morning walk complete
It’s amazing how much beauty we see when we kiss the Earth with our feet.