The Hawk that we share within
Horizon leading to the cos of event
Adjacent, hypotenuse opposite intent
The Hen we find in the sin.
Writing beyond the limitations to read the aspired implications of the ivory painting on the sky like wall in tension,
Where there lies different shades of musical themes of unproposed and unprofessionally riched version.
Then there comes someone with chaotically misleading information beyond formal invitation,
It deciphers the whole piece of art and articulation in a negative intention where it loses the established thematic appreciation.
life on Planet Earth
constant change to death from birth
defining the worth
a one time event
an existence much like rent
was such time well spent?
who and what are we
no trivial pursuit be
despite pedigrees
following all rules
of cultures, creeds, states and schools
leaves us useful tools
decrees which confound
class contradictions abound
vague questions resound
deftly inserting
words bent upon subverting
soon turn diverting
safety long has been
in knowing what lies within
defining of sin
anger can erupt
when greed fuels the corrupt
regret won't disrupt
while shrinking life’s scope
truth soon became power’s trope
belief defeats hope
change has run its course
when disconnected from source
of life giving force
existence is free
lies within state of what be
forms reality
OBSERVER*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
God breathes fire into the day,
a swirl of flaming pinks,
inky blues, blistering reds.
If I could crack the code,
the mystery would be lost,
the romance shattered.
It is the tentacles of mystery
that grip my soul and imagination,
a reminder.
God did all the work.
I am just the observer.
*This poem was written for and submitted to Central Texas Writers Society; it appears in its recent anthology titled ‘Gods and Religion.’ This is my original poem.
B-eholder's
E-yes
L-iterally
L-ook
A-t
E-very
C-olor,
H-aving
O-verlooked
N-othing
©bfa060225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Bella E. Echon)
I have seen you in pain,
And have also seen what others from it do gain,
I have seen you in joy,
And also how others around you, then, enjoy.
I have seen you in love,
When you hug her with the thought of Now,
I have also seen you cope,
All the odd situations you faced with hope.
I have seen you in my dream,
You are my cake’s sweet cream,
I have seen you everywhere,
Even when you had to go to – Nowhere.
I have seen you in my life,
With you holding both- Flower and Knife,
You are always with me,
I am always with you too!
What is it that you are showing me?
I saw a scene on the news:
Someone “powerful”
has been disrespectful
to someone in need.
Many emotions came to the surface
for the first time
I didn’t get caught up.
I just watched.
What is it that you are showing me?
I want to go deeper
See behind the story
Can I see myself reflected?
All stories
are fractals
of my own stories
in the end.
I could be
I have been
each of the characters
the victim, the witch, the princess…
Could I also be
the creator or the director?
Not just a lost actor
who doesn’t know he’s acting.
Learning to see from the outside
Reading between the lines
Looking for the lesson
Participating creatively.
The moon watched over the park with a star by its side
A tint of gold reflected from trees where things can hide
The park was empty and quiet, with frozen ground, no snow
Just a place to discover things, a welcoming place to go
The leaves from fall remained along the path to walk
where you may just want to get away and not have to talk
The skies were friendly, where the moon shared its space
Along with the star, smiles glowed from its shining face
It lit the sky with inspiration, observing from above
One can only believe, it was created from true love
Heidi Sands
1/10/25
(C)opyright
In a quiet place I sat
While waiting for the taxi to come.
Someone had told me in advance that,
Traffic wise, this area was lonesome.
In front of me was a tiny little pond
Formed by a small drip from the incline.
By this trickle a bubble was formed,
Followed by others in a sequential line.
Bubbles born, floating and dying
Continuously in that secluded spot
Regardless of whether there was someone watching,
Whether there was an observer or not!
Cindy sat at the top of the stairs
Watching the Christmas party.
It was like Daddy said.
As the night wore on, people got gigglier.
Then the arguing started.
Finally, there was pushing and shoving.
Cindy was getting fearful.
Would they take out guns and kill each other next?
Influenced by the evening news, she could not sleep.
She went to her bed and hid under it,
wishing the party was over.
Time doesn't sprout,
does not breed,
but all eyes
and watches...
Since eternity...
Detached Observer
In Stillness
I
Observe light
Green arura northern light
In space, in vision
A cloud of solar wind
Dancing
vulnerably
Riding freely
My twin cell is on that ride
Am
A detached viewer
Become an extension of
breath
as we become the observer
soul and spirit, one in prayer
our cognition becomes single
with all forms, our spirit mingles
seeing, as does the Creator
31-July-2021
traveling through time
changes on the watch observed
the standing moment
Stilling not stillness, let now the stillness still our being
Gripping us in heightened rapture of bliss vivifying
15-November-2020
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