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Who is my enemy?
Do I really know? Those
who are waging a war to amass
lands or wealth, or those who
are depriving the downtrodden
of food and shelter, which are
the rights for every individual!
From childhood, I was
encompassed by love,
and kindness, that was
my blessings...in a humble
surrounding!
Father’s love,
Mother’s affection,
showered on me,
kindness from
neighbours! Sibling-
rivalry? No, that didn’t
hurt or destroy my life!
Who are my
enemies? Those who
competed for excellence in school?
Or who never
congratulated me on my
success! Negative thoughts,
despair, jealousy - are those our
enemies! Enmity couldn't
crush my determination to
reach a destination.
Sometimes I blame the war-torn
situation, which caused my parents
to suffer miserably! But my mother,
who embodied kindness
and empathy, taught me
to hate the hatred, imbibe
the inner peace she
exemplified!
So on this day, even
when being crushed by
disharmony and discord...
war, hunger, poverty, racism in the
world, I feel truly peaceful and
embrace acceptance about
my own hopes, successes and
failures. I wish happiness
for whoever loved me,
appreciated me, or who did not…
I wish them peace,
the way I have been blessed!
I pray for absolute
Harmony on the planet,
Our own Earth! Pray
for a serene dawn when sun
rises to wipe out all darkness.
If a country of love, generosity and acceptance is something you wish to create….
It is imperative you learn not only about our strengths as a people
but that you also understand our hate.
Don’t let anyone erase or re-write our history…your history
don’t listen to an untrue, distorted point of view…
It is important that you realize not only all the good that we have done
but also…all the things our hate can do.
How hate can disguise itself as love…can even be sung as a religious chorus…
How hate attempted to wipe out the entire culture of the people who were on this land before us.
How our hate enslaved a people…allowed us to treat them like animals, rape their women and take their children away…
and ignore the fact they are still experiencing scars and pain today.
How at one time we thought of women as inferior….
"You had no rights!” the men would gloat…
How it wasn’t until 1920 they were allowed to vote.
How our hate allows us to see a man who likes to dress up as a woman….
or a person who is a lesbian or *****…
then tell the world these loving people…are people to be feared
You will find people who will ban books and try to promote their view of history….
who think only the highlights of our past are all that you should see.
Read the banned books!…
Seek out the true history!…yes, be a history sleuth….
In the words of Ida B. Wells:
The only way to right our wrongs…is through the light of truth.
So we look to you our future generations……do not be afraid…
to take a good look at our history…and correct the mistakes we’ve made…
To confront then eliminate the hate that throughout our history has swirled…
and help America become what it has always hoped it would be…
the greatest country the world.
Love,
The past generations
Spring has been trying to appear this whole winter with warm days interspersed with freezing cold..Spring plants started to bloom in December with blossoms freezing and turning brown..In this spot on a hillside next to a swift running creek, frost appears with the slightest drop in temperature turning those lovely buds and blossoms brown..The beauty that is spring's finest hour has been tempered to a few spraggly blossoms on this hillside..The spring green of the trees has come alive in the last few days adorning my weary eyes with beauty..That wonderful green interspersed with white of a few blossoms..
willow's spring green leaves
swayed by the cold north west breeze..
bird pecks frozen bath
Spring has sprung but winter still trys to linger chilling and killing the pear crop and the blueberries that have formed..Will it just be a slight thinning or will it totally wipe out this fall's fruits?...Only time will tell...
The world's number one
killer
I wonder why it hasn't
yet made its way
Into a horror movie
thriller
Why, though it could beat
Even the serial killer!
Oh it gets even past
locked doors
Through the tiniest of
holes and pores
And however tiny
It bodes fatality
For to many its bites
Have been lethal, fatal
And it sings freely in
your ears
But like a teeny weeny
vampire
Don't you undermine the
miniscule, the minute
For tis a real-life
miniature vampire
Tis a blood sucking
brute!
And they come in hordes
Without guns or swords
This major yet tiny killer
of humans
Though you might kill
with a flick of your
hands
Yet you could never
wipe out the whole band
From the face of the
earth
What with its prolific
birth!
As this is one flying
army here to stay
And by hook or by crook
In each and every nook
It shall share our land!
How terrible that our
blood is on its main menu
My and your blood its
main staple diet
So I warn you fellow
humans
Save yourselves from
the anopheles's bite.
Call it mosquito or agent
of malaria
Plasmodiums are far
worse than any bacteria
And they aren't just
doing their job
They're doing their
bloody feeding
We ain't in paradise yet:
thus both the harmful
and harmless are
breeding!
To say hello to spring
Winter relents in time,
Grey goes green, smiles gream grime,
Nature knows— not to cling.
Seasons change on their own
And wait not till too late
To kiss change on due date,
All things change, even stone.
But man seems stuck sans clue,
Feels frozen facing change,
Red nor green, but orange!
He who once walked on two
From all four, far to see
As ape— his greatest feat,
Yet, somewhere lost his wit,
Opting purblind to be.
In saying no to change,
An existential threat
That might wipe out his fate,
Back to times of Stonehenge!
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Reflections | 06.09.2016, revised Feb 2023| change
Poet’s note: In evolutionary race when man was not yet a *****Sapiens, he showed an exemplary foresight to steer himself ahead of all life forms, on top of pyramid to be, and never to look back ever since— the time he, as an ape, decided to walk on his rear two legs. But today it seems he chooses to be purblind, refusing to see the threat to his existence. This piece wonders if man is on his way back to Stonehenge.
You may yet hear my voice from the past,
echoing across the pines and hills,
there was a being as me once was,
love reminder, memory refills.
that voice perhaps is deep in your heart,
reverberating in some thought cells,
in daily deeds I had played a part,
has come now to ring a loving bell.
those days are gone, blank, a clean wipe out,
and never shall they ever return,
but from those past thoughts new hopes shall sprout,
fresh love to grow, better things to learn.
like me many lives have come and gone,
leaving good legacies to cherish,
like routine of sunrise, sunset, dawn,
another life, lived, loved, to perish.
Weep not when you hear my voice again,
from beyond the distant pines and hills,
for no life is lived or lost in vain,
please be kind to me, forgive my ills.
Virtual trophies (wife for I)...
offered, husbanded, and collected
when winning solitaire
Nothing beats that exaltant rush of adrenaline
watching the computer generated cards
automatically routed
to their respective suite (spot)
(after they get turned face value up)
generates countenance to evince a grin.
This heart felt diamond in the rough
gamboling ace of a man
learned to call a spade a spade
soon after joining the culture club.
Within an alternate universe
another Matthew Scott Harris
destiny manifested beckoned uber lyft,
his militant doppelganger
(created entirely of antimatter
since birth of universe)
decked out in camouflage fatigues,
dead set on collision course
to annihilate each other
if and/or when we inevitably meet.
No place exists for yours truly
to run and hide
especially hermetically sealing
(while waxing poetic) himself
with booking selfsame mortal
within a read (reed) out hideaway,
hence impossible mission
to ward off sealed fate
lest (markedly) both of us
(even if reaching out
to bridge reconciliation)
blown to smithereens
methinks I and mine nemesis
would be wiped out
(cue the Surfaris song titled wipe out)
as if Thanos snapped.
The aforementioned scenario
far more horrifying than
livingsocial within human zoo
where *****sapiens primates,
an aggregate of many
a cruel genealogical yahoo
outliers rowdy unlearned without xue,
an essential constituent
of the body electric kool aid acid test
smartass who spout colorful retorts
analogous to up the wazoo,
but much more explicit,
therefore audiological
viewer discretion advised
unless one feels confident
to cast a magic spell using voodoo
ideally invoking debilitating, horrifying,
lustrating newt trill eye zing
permanent state of danger
or threat accursed
trumpeting lout can never undo
especially when joker is wild
whereat apparatus tricked out
fastening pollexes courtesy thumbscrews
perchance re-evaluating my person
when crafting image
conveying torturous schlock
after ye did pleasantly review
other writings of mine that did skews
toward humanitarian connectedness
painstakingly minding my peas and queues
wracking my brain
regarding creativity to peruse.
only in darkness you can see the star
I managed to stand above
never below
I don't care what it takes
yet I managed to be there
some how in all this darkness
I managed to share a light
some how I manage
to wipe out the tears
of joy on the faces of the poor
when I managed to gave
some how I managed to
write
I wonder how I managed
this words of wisdom
despite all this darkness
I scramble
I managed to live above
never below
despite the sadness
of life
I managed to keep
warm in a cold world
darkness don't fear me anymore
cos am the light it fears instead
the more the darkness
the more I shine
the deeper the darkness
the deeper I light the world
if you doubt
you can see by yourself
above the dark sky that
only in darkness you can see the star
He lives there, where people love
Land as mother, worship agriculture
People of his nation, after independence
brought green, white, yellow, blue revolutions
to meet with the crisis of food
to wipe out hunger
to up root poverty.
He tills his mother earth
carries plough on his shoulder
sheds his sweats
turns himself into soil.
After a year of severe flood,
several children of his homeland
are at risk of death
due to lack of proper nutrition.
He returns from his polluted land
carrying a basket on his shoulder
full of golden harvest.
Flood stricken cornfields
Harvests destroyed, paddy fields washed
yet he carries food grains on his shoulder
The cattle Kraals are empty
The goats gaunt
No protein food for children
but he is carrying a basket
full of golden harvest.
In his motherland
where people worship food as god
Through away it and feel proud for it
where some people also search dustbins
madly hoping a handful of stale rice
to do away with their hunger.
The experts do research on cropping
Those with power keep their power.
Only he, the nominal farmer
trusts himself with earth’s treasure
is carrying a basket full of golden harvest
on his shoulder.
The sun does not dissuade him,
nor the water logging
that blows against him
as he ploughs barren land,
grows golden harvests
on the other hand,
drowns into the deep sea of loans
beaten by poverty.
He feeds the nation,
cannot feed his family.
He trusts his hand for his countrymen
what they used now,
but cannot do his family and himself.
Between life and death,
he is carrying a basket on his one shoulder
full of golden harvest
carries fear of suicide on his other shoulder.
Sweet is the smile that cools the heart
it leaves pressure floating further behind.
Exude your confidence and fight the heat,
Keep hate from taking over your mind.
Or you will be damaged beyond repair,
Ruined by all the flashback moments it fills.
The feelings you share can be a nightmare,
If you make your life live by comfortable lies.
Despite the aches and how hot the fire gets,
Don’t let it bring you down in flames,
If the sparks diminish you with smokey threats,
You can cover the scars and amend the pains.
Eventually, the intensity of frustration will fall
Wipe out the irritant tears from your eyes.
Don’t let the heat of anger build a separate wall,
Joy shall replace your sorrow and heartaches.
Rainy days may put the frosty smile on icy fire
And passion for a moment will have the edge.
But those flames will only burn the bridge
And bring sparks in the air to view from afar.