LITERAL TRANSLATION
existential
either-or
strategems
expressing
fundamental
reckoning
insisting
theoretical
individuality
to
ensure
survival
conserved
the
widespread
evidence
of
contradictions
so
precisely
occasioned
TRIPTYCH EXPERIENCES
portrayed
surrounded
now
repotoire
recited
recalls
questioning
the formulae
to
stimulate
subjectivity
delicious
luminous
dialogue
in
bizarre
graduated
contrasts
with unbridled
shades
predominantly
prevailing
afresh
in sensitive
hesitant
scenarios
passionate
unreachable
role-play
studies
of
facial
splendour
in
lavish
concept
a
formulated
process
to
conveys
a
quiet relaxed
series
carefully
fronted
emphasis
balanced
precise
awareness
with
vital
counterparts
in
closely
occasioned
devices
conscious
paraphrased
episodics
outwardly
inward
&
in
disquiet
stylistics
endanger
existence
of affinity
with
occasioned
emphasis
abandoning
the
peripherals
a montage
subjugating
&
reconciling
symbolic
concepts
of
apposite
eclectics
When I Google you,
I recognize the struggles and muggles you face,
I recognize the brutalities and the scars from decades of suppression and oppression which you endure;
The broken promises, failings and shortfalls;
I recognize the enormous work and journey ahead;
I see the repulse and self defeatist attitude occasioned
By broken hopes and aspirations;
I recognize the seasons and reasons for the youths failure to thrive,
In the face of hydra-headed battles confronting them daily
When I Google you,
I recognize the unmistakable hurdles, shuttles and scuttles;
The suppressed emotions, emissions, missions, visions, and vanquished voices of the voiceless,
The brazen helplessness, hopelessness and long worn faces
Of countless array of seen and unseen battles;
The dwarfed armory of opportunities occasioned by lack of vision, mission, emotions to thrive, ride and drive
But,
I can also envision:
The salient, but countless, unspeakable and unquenchable determination and desire in you;
The urge, surge, splurge, hidden treasures, pleasures, possibilities and the unheralded hope and abilities in humanity!
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices of today,
Are the sowed seeds and hope of tomorrow's bountiful harvest;
That the pain and suffering invested in today,
Will spring forth the Sunny days of the future?
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices borne out of the rejections
Tribulations, trepidations of today,
May well be the trajectory and springboards
Of opportunities embedded in life's journey?
Why can't you see.......
That the disappointments of life
Are sometimes the tonic needed to catapult you
To the lofty heights of your dreams.....?
Why can't you see.......
That tomorrow is pregnant;
That every morning is a rebirth and a gift
To make the future better than your fortune today?
Why can't you see........
The beauty which lies within;
The fortunes and the treasures
Which decades of neglect and disbelief in your abilities has occasioned?
Why can't you see......?
You often are anxious
'Bout what tomorrow wombs
Bearing in your burly bosom
The scrap of fractured dreams, plus
The plight of postterm pregnancy
Occasioned by a closed cervix uteri.
And another year is gone again;
Sailing on a silent sea
With the wings of time flapping
I let a solemn bell toll
For the sum we add is the sum we lose
And man counts up to time limit.
But would fractured dreams mend
When fires are not dead?
For though fulfilment seems to sojourn somewhere faraway
Still, the spirit seeks with ardent tenacity.
When hope is not forsaken
Would the child come to birth?
Whether yes or no,
On earth dreams may crash
And hope, clouded forever in illusion;
But in dreamland beyond the earthly cares
Where man's soul delights in forever bliss
A never failing promise remains for us.
Paralysis of the esophagus
when occasioned by asparagus
Can be frighteningly perilous
and even worse, embarrass us
I ordered a sandwich in a corner cafe.
I remember like it was only yesterday,
How my close friend solemnly bowed his head to say,
“Something has happened to Merry.”
When the subject came up, he was so badly shook,
And his eyes dropped down - he was unable to look.
“What was it?”, I asked - to find out, I undertook,
What was it that happened to Merry?
“Is it something too horrible for you to say?
I should know of all people, your friend, don’t betray.
So, tell me right now, please, in all candor, convey
The dire matter in the life of Merry?”
Try as I might, the truth, I just could not pry it.
It seemed spec’ly to me; he would not supply it.
Leaving me in a state of dread and disquiet,
Wondering, what ghastly thing happened to Merry?
Here and there, when I occasioned to see a friend,
I’d see horrified looks, as the chat would suspend,
But up to now, and maybe even in the end,
I’ll be asking, “What was it that happened to Merry?”
What do I know about maternity?
The Heavily Pregnant’ Fraternity…
First, labor cries a continuity,
Next, shouts of victory an eternity:
Lord God’s words had never returned empty,
Mothers with new babes, their strengths empty:
All of them just won the longest battle;
When occasioned wrongs attract no rattle…
Where you don’t meet smart men or The
More of “Father” Seeker than Gold Digger,
Male doctors, male nurses plus their husbands,
Young men there during labor beaten bands!
Where cut are cords joining mum and babies
But restored through breast milk to the babies
Careless still-births could maternities kill,
Wide gulfs created few midwives refill;
They know when to tell The Laborers “Push”
For maternities not sited in bush.
The Seasons of Life
The paths to greatness are never straight,
The paths to greatness can never be deduced,
The paths to greatness can never follow logic,
The paths to greatness are murky, dwindling, confusing, and thrilling.
The seasons of life are appointed beforehand,
The seasons of life experience upheavals,
The seasons of life are occasioned with tranquility,
The seasons of life require grace to unravel.
We sure know that life is engulfed with emotional rollercoaster,
One time you're on top of the world,
Next you're rock bottom,
It needs grace to keep us hoping, believing, and doing all that we can.
You will be happy,
You will be sad,
You will live in abundance,
You will miss a meal at times.
Your family will be okay,
Your family will experience turmoil,
Your life will be in order,
Your life will be in chaos.
These are the seasons of life,
The unsettling will happen,
Then you will be okay,
Thereto you will survive, thrive, and keep eternal hope.
So many of you, my fellow poets
deluge me with the kindest of words
Praise, encouragement, cheers
such inspirational comments I've heard
I try not to take a single one for granted
but human nature being what it is
Occasionally I forget just how important
your comments are to the poetry writing biz
Yesternight, without a Wi-Fi connection
occasioned profound introspection ~
Writing poetry isn't easy to do
and I could never do it without you
Shoe Laces And I
Amidst my elementary schooled years,
Occasioned a one-timed event for me,
An age calls upon myself and my peers,
Of Hawaiian descent set by decree.
We were to attend a week-long event,
Slipper years ended with my first laced shoes,
Lacing my shoes was a taxing torment,
PG-8, our living room, win or lose.
It was on another island, all to be,
I alone, away from my family,
Studies I, and ancient sports, wild and free,
Ends, beach, barbeque, camp, new friends, and me.
The flight home, alone again with much news,
The stewardess walks kid with unlaced shoes.
2020 September 10
~ ziket ~
crescent moon
cat's in the cradle
__________________
A tip of the hat to Line
Gauthier for her ziket,
'Full Moon' (Sept 01),
which occasioned this
ziket. T.Y.S.M!
A Tribute
to Our Great Friend
Sister Jeanne Stephens
Written: by Miracle Man
October 29, 2019
In your deteriorating years your intellect is undeterred,
You’re a veritable lady in every sense of the word.
Your concern for others is a message that you send,
It leaves us feeling blessed having you for a friend.
You’re an assertive lady who requires no defense,
Making our friendship special with no need for pretense.
God occasioned our paths to intertwine one day,
Now we remember each other when we kneel to pray.
Some perhaps might think that in your ways you’re set,
But with you sister Jeanne, what we see is what we get.
“Candor is a compliment; it implies equality.
It’s how true friends talk”
Peggy Noonan
As the sun melts away and the shadows advance,
I sink into a chair; gaze at the dying light.
I should think 40% would do just fine, there's a chance,
of sinking in swiftly to sleep so white-
soft noise to drown the cries of all men,
and the pain of the chase for occasioned success,
and the knowledge that I shall soon be up again,
to live for what reason? I couldn't care less.
Let me dream, please let me dream!
Let me walk in the land out of thought, out of sight ...
There's a curse we must bear, yet no one can scream,
when faced with dark foes wielding swords black as night
that slash the flesh and pierce the heart of me.
The blade they bear: responsibility.
30 October 2018
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