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I remember waxing nostalgic as I was walking home from church on a Sunday morning. It happened suddenly.
I remember where I was, and what I was looking at, and the weather, and I can still see it in my mind's eye.
I was 16... and I hadn't ever personally experienced anything really sad, or monumental, or anything, really.
I just suddenly realized that nothing would ever be the same, ever. Nothing ever is, really.
But it's not something you usually think about among a series of random mundane trivial teenage thoughts.
And yet, there it was. And it made me sadly wistful, without really knowing why. And that made me sad.
But I also thought, this is odd. At this age? To think of such things.
Is there a word for being sad in anticipation of the thought of being sad?
I suppose disillusionment comes close... but not very close.
A personal moment of enlightenment shouldn't come with such darkness.
But personal rules don't extend to the cosmos. They frequently don't last til midnight.
Disenchantment might be a better fit. But you have to have an enchanted life to begin with, for that word to apply.
And for a spell to be cast that is beyond one's control, it must be subject to other forces as well.
When I was in my 20's I used to say that I thought I led a charmed existence... until I didn't think that anymore.
A series of personal setbacks made that perspective dissolve into the miasma of reality.
Not the malodorous kind, but the thought-corrupting atmosphere of stubborn obscurity.
We can see the horizon... we just can't see beyond it.
Now, looking back at how many of us born 16 years before that first pang of nostalgia are still around to ruminate,
let alone are still reasonably intact, I realize that the odds are not so odd. They're just unfeeling.
They don't wrestle with uncertainty, insecurity, obscurity, or illusion.
And they're not proven out til after the fact. They just are.
Beating them is not, so much, a matter of choice... but chance.
Wisdom, we like to think, increases with age. I think it's more likely resignation.
Not rationalization, but realization.
Self-awareness and acceptance that free will leads to personal choice.
Sometimes it seems there aren't any good ones. But they're all we have.
And once they're made, like the best laid plans...
Well, you know the rest.
2025.07.09 Wednesday.
Ludwig van Beethoven wrote
"To play a wrong note is insignificant,
To play without passion is inexcusable".
I have been distracted and emotionally affected,
By this particular shop. Therefore,
"To be served by a bunch of unlady like women
Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another,
At their shop in food court of the shopping centre
Would be like to consume taste less food from Rolld.
On 2025.7.3 @ 8:45:00
I was making loud and unpleasant noises from the piano,
By pressing ten fingers onto the keyboards,
I was angrily retardilated to the actions
Made by the women at that particular shop.
Since early May this year, they have turned on
Loud Songs in their Language,
Then radio to match my music in Latin English,
This week, all of a sudden, they applied new tactics,
They spoke very loud almost like screaming and yelling
Towards one another then laugh uncontrolly.
Then on this Wednesday, they loudly and proudly used
The F.... words in every sentence came out of their words.
I found all that behaviours were disgusting
Especially came from a women, in the public,
Stood behind the food glass counters
And directly under the bright light above.
Saturday, 2025.07.12
I was playing the English songs,
A man approached me and praised
"Thank you for playing beautiful music every morning"
I quietly and ducked behind the keyboard,
Pointed toward that particular shop and whispered.
"That shop protested my music and distracted me so much"
He nodded and said, "Yes, I heard their loud noises,
But forget about them. You can't control every one
Just ignoring them and keeping on playing the piano"
He sat down in the food court for a while
Before leaving the area.
I saw him came on the next day.
His present and reassuring words comforted me,
I started to practice peace and played softly.
To my children she is mother
bringer of life,
giver of love,
sculptor of minds,
painter of dreams,
the calmer,
the soother,
the rock…
Holding them through the tears
of mistakes done,
when dreams won’t come,
when milestones are won.
Inspiring them to begin,
to reach the end,
and then start again,
flying higher,
going farther,
moving faster…
She cherishes them,
holds them,
knows them,
at times scolds them,
but they know she will always,
love them…
She is their
unyielding,
invulnerable protector…
Yes,
To my children she is mother.
To me…
She is fierce,
soft,
gentle,
lover,
fighter.
inspiration,
imagination,
stimulation,
motivation,
admiration,
rolled into one package…
In that package, a brain,
brilliant,
calculating,
supportive,
unselfish,
forgiving…
In that package, a heart,
caring,
sharing,
loving,
generous
compassionate,
tender,
affectionate,
supportive,
romantic…
In that package, a soul,
the spirit of
an angel’s grace,
where evil,
has no place,
and even the saints would cry tears,
over her purity…
In that package, her hands,
a touch that can,
calm the rage,
that boils inside of me,
exposing my insanity,
steering me.
from the brink of,
catastrophe…
In that package, her arms,
that wrap around me,
bringing harmony,
peace,
contentment,
love,
reality…
To my children she is mother…
to the world she is my wife…
to me she is,
my life…
You say that I'm vile from my past, putrid crimes,
and that I'll never change, forever bound to pastimes.
You say that I'm ugly when I look in the mirror,
that people would be pleased if I'd just disappear.
You say I'm unlovely, not worthy to be known,
unable to receive the great grace I've been shown.
My joy has been robbed, and you are the thief,
The Great Deceiver, causing fear and grief.
Faith comes in a gentle whisper, but lies will shout.
Into the all-consuming fire, I cast each doubt.
By the power of the cross, the source of all love,
my sins are washed whiter than the purest dove.
Not by my merit; worthy by impartation,
I can begin again, renewed by salvation.
1-16-2023
Fear Is A Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Mamdani-Trump when played cricket,
Trump opted, full of hate to bat.
A few Yorkers were forked
Out, and Trump was New-Yorked!
Which, opened for him a flood gate
Of setbacks-- quite a few--
By taking not a clue,
Would he invite destiny's date?
___________________________
Happenings |15.11.2025 | USA, humour, political
Note: Not only Mamdani as New York mayor, but a few other democrats/socialists won against republican candidates supported by Trump. His own approval rating also dwindling fast. Public demonstrations against his policy measures, court rulings against tariffs, and more. Would he complete his four-year term?
Kill me
Evil creeps here and there
All around, and in the dank misty air
I can taste the blood on my lips
I shiver, at the thrill of my death
Nothing matters
As I sense the essence of this nefarious attack
I lack the vision to see the terror
Of the not knowing, not quite sure
When the arrow long and straight
Shall come to pierce my heart impure
As it most surely will
In the autumn rain
I remember, I consume, I devour
That day full of umbrellas
I saw you dressed in black and red
My heart, suddenly filled with delightful dread
For I knew, I knew who you were
The stranger with the pretty umbrella
We smiled, even if you knew yet not why
You would become the one to kill me so
With kindness
With flowers
With candles
With soft music
With your sweet caress
With the sway of your hips
With your smile
With your love of humanity
With your laughter towards children
With the dance in your step
With your lips that bound my love to the angels
You killed me with your pure desires and charm
You killed me with such delectable wiles
For surely to be beside one
As beautiful as you
I must have died
And drifted up to the heavens above
Last few years gone by
Time seems to fly.
Of late
as is fate
I am seeing my due date
My expiration time is coming due
But I do not feel blue
My body is so tired
My wires are coming unwired
Chest been messing with me
Time is something I will not see
Older than I thought I would ever be
Have gathered all my writings here
Cause I have fear
My time is near
I wish for no Dr. to fix me
This is how it should be
Of this world I do not belong
Same ol song
Wherever I go
So I know
It is always the same
No one do I blame
I have not taken my meds in a year
I shed no tear
I have seen things many never will
Still
People toss me aside
So I hide
The lost and lonely is where I abide
I have tried
To do right
But seems such a fight
I want nothing at all
Life shudders and starts to stall
Fall to my knees
No one there to hear my pleas
Strength ebbing fast
Maybe it is my time at last
Heart
Feel it is coming apart
Breath hurts to come out
I try to shout
Lights fade
Through the darkness I wade
My time is at hand
I do understand
I awake
A breath I take
I fear
I'm still here
How can that be
Far as I can see
I am wanted no where
Seems so unfair
But I can see why
This is what makes me cry
No human wants me around
So I have found
Heaven nor hell,.. want me not
So in this hell I rot
I don't know if your real or not
But my attention you have got
Today there really isn't much to do
I start the bike and think about you
There is no way to call
Or even contact you at all
So I ride down the street
Still hoping that some time we will meet
Through out those word there's nothing to sort
As always the ball is in your court
In the chase I am really no good
To rush is something that we never should
It's a waste of time some would say
But you did calm me on those needed days
I know your shy and have some fear
Yet from you I'd still hope to hear
With nothing more that I can do
It's all completely up to you
Then again it could be no big deal
I am not even sure if you are real
Or in the end will I be surprised
And find you as the wolf in disguise
No matter how it should end
If your real you have a friend!
An Uncle Charlie original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Echoes, silence, peace and violence
All we need is peace, love and empathy.
All we have is war.
All we ever wanted was to be set free;
Still they keep us trapped inside these four walls.
Have a food fight with a butter knife;
The sound of bullet’s ricochet through streets with no name.
Life for today and sing with rage;
The super star is filled with hate.
Look at me up in the sky;
It’s so high up here now I have died.
Beautiful bullets in butterflies.
A soldier can never wear a peace symbol,
Because that would not be right?
Down in the dumps, I decided to give up;
All they told us was lies, so we had to confront.
Burst your bubble with a lighting strike above my head;
If I end up dead and my remains remain silent, then do not forget.
Echoes and silence;
Peace and violence.
All I hear you saying,
Reverberates around a room with no sound,
So we cannot remain silent.
Stop the war; what do we need it for?
Stop the violence; all you need is love.
Same old faces out on tour;
Coming back in caskets, without their guns.
Governments lie as soldiers die;
This is our time to change their minds.
Peacefully protest against their war;
Power to the people, we can’t take it anymore.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
While visiting India, I saw this poem contest,
I was glad, I found myself in the situation best,
Hurried, I went to a remote village,
Folks told me to go under the old Oak tree to see the sage.
Amidst the wilderness, where shadows dance,
I found the creature, in a mystic trance.
Its scales adorned with shades of jade,
A silent wisdom, its presence conveyed.
"O serpent of secrets, of ancient lore,
Share with me your wisdom,
I am going to take a video of our talk,
So that people don't think it is a fake",
The snake stirred, its slithering form,
And from its lips, a voice did swarm,
"I am glad you are here filming our views,
I would love to see it on YouTube and WhatsApp video reviews".
I asked him "sir what do you think of us human?,
Do we coexist with your den",
The snake recoiled, a shrill voice came from forked tongue gland,
"We were here before you came, this land is my land, this land is your land".
My curiosity arose, "sir, how do you dance with snake charmer's flute sound?,
I hope I am right you cannot hear any musical sound",
Snake coiled up and said modestly, “do you really need music to dance,
Like the shapely flute leading me, you need a shapely beauty to lead you to dance",
With patient grace, the serpent began,
To weave a tapestry, both old and grand.
It spoke of cycles, of life and death,
Of shedding skin, to embrace new breath.
"Behold, the lessons etched in my scales,
To shed the past, where darkness prevails.
Embrace the cycles, the ebb and flow,
For growth lies hidden, in the depths below."
"O seeker of knowledge, I bid you heed,
The power lies within, sow your own seed.
Seek not validation, from the external gaze,
Your worth, your purpose, within you lays."
With gratitude and awe, I bowed my head,
For the wisdom shared, my soul had fed.
And as I departed, my heart ablaze,
I carried the snake's gift, through life's maze.