Neither a patriot nor a cosmopolitan
I’m walking no party line, carrying no cross
Sorry for this, but I’m just metropolitan
Making the ends meet, giving no toss
About others, and they feel the same
About me, so we’re on equal footing
Have a nice day is the one thing we say
Whoever we meet, doesn't mean rooting, tooting
Once I had a dream to live by the sea
Then in the garden I wanted to spend
The rest of my days, but it wasn’t to be
So I waved goodbye to both dreams that I had
That’s how I see it, patriots and cosmopolitans
Immigrants, refugees, seekers of home
Set your sails straight away to the dearest ones
Otherwise, you are bound to make it alone.
I wish to wake up and see a new world,
I wish to wake up and see a new system,
A world free from ills and pills,
A world free from corruption and misappropriation,
A world free from war and air strikes,
A world free from genocide and servitude,
A world free from oppression and depression,
No hungry mouths to feed,
No one is in dire need,
No mass shootings in the day,
No raiding at night,
No one stands to obstruct his brother,
His rights are not trampled upon,
Money is not on a futile chase,
It is not owned by a selected few,
Everyone stands on equal footing,
The table is set for all,
If only my wish would come true.
June 19, 2022,
If Only My Wish Would Come True Poetry Contest.
“All minds and hearts connected with love and light of universal consciousness, in a flicker free continuum ~ what does life on such a planet look like?”
- Unseeking Seeker
Together as One,
One voice and one song,
One goal they pursue,
This heartedly they do,
A mission to accomplish.
None indulge in recrimination,
Turbulent waters abated,
War is not an option,
None is at loggerheads,
Crime does not lurk around.
Equitable distribution of resources,
All stand on equal footing,
Benevolence is at the helm of affairs,
The strong aid the weak,
The mighty prop the weary.
Fabrics interweaved into one colourful piece,
Cultures integrated and tolerated,
Hands in hands they push against the tide,
The table is set for all,
There’s room for everyone besides.
A world we dream of,
Speculative future we envisage,
Tomorrow’s cities beyond our view,
Their internal architecture, classic and ethereal,
Rays of hope permeate the space.
May 29, 2022,
Unity Consciousness Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
A new world,
A new home for all,
Everyone on equal footing,
Even distribution of resources,
None needs necessities,
I’m not held by the pangs of hunger,
My brother doesn’t dwell in shanties,
The world is not ravaged
by sicknesses and diseases,
Crime and hostility
do not lurk around the corner,
We don’t indulge in recriminations,
No one takes a pound of flesh,
Guns, bombs and missiles
are not wielded by us,
We don’t hurl them at each other,
We raise no walls,
The air is clean and conducive,
Nature is in its pristine state,
Unharmed and not endangered,
I’m not at my brother’s mercy,
I’m not his puppet,
A world for the weak and strong,
A world for the low and mighty,
A world for the gifted and paranormal,
Brotherliness entrenched,
United with one voice.
Freedom is unfettered living,
It is unrestricted access to
life's pursuit and treasures,
It is an equitable distribution for all,
Fair judgement and open playground,
I’m not held bound,
I belong to myself,
I’m not afraid to talk,
My voice is my weapon,
The prison doors do not stand in wait,
Nightfall does not scare me,
All stand on equal footing,
No slave, no freeborn,
Fight or flight,
Freedom is a worthy cause,
Its aberrant, a shattered hope,
A light kept in obscurity.
April 29, 2022.
What is this strange place we find ourselves in,
Trapped in the open, we are free within,
Free from the troubles around,
Free from the troubles that beset,
We stand here unfettered and unchained,
A pristine world where the
future holds no fear for us,
We are not saddled with a monstrous task,
Our desires do not trample on others’ rights,
No ill is closing in on us,
Our shadows do not run ahead,
Avarice does not override altruism,
We stand on equal footing,
Gloom dispersed by light.
April 8, 2022.
The Candlemaker’s Office
was sparsely filled.
The worn brass door knob —
a patina
countless hands
slipping over its surface,
polished and discolored
by each touch.
That oak door —
turning my wrist
lean into it
fighting the rub
door against frame
hearing single pane glass
rattle —
I’d pushed through.
His wall —
dirty darkened oak
framed a wall of glass
allowing The Candlemaker
to gaze
upon
people
machine
if he chose —
yet his view
on equal footing
not elevated
a humble oversight.
Flooring —
off-white asbestos
set in squares
dark from factory dirt
moved by the feet of workers.
A lone green metal desk —
flanked by a single gray file cabinet:
adding machine,
rotary phone,
worn desk blotter,
barometer,
a nameplate
should you not know who he was.
Similar version previously published by Ink, Sweat and Tears 2019
Orange paisley in the seventies prancing in my mind
Twisted up with lemons and avocados, fruit colors
Also shown in mushroom canister sets and Tupperware
On equal footing stark straight black and white stripes
Proving we are in a new age with additional freedom
I thought it was the most modern we would ever be
Not realizing we would eventually have the internet
Home computers? Phones without cords? No idea.
I thought the seventies were the modern we would ever be.
Don't know when or how it happened,
Or even why,
But I have reached an age where people see me as wise,
Yet it seems like only yesterday that I was feeling most unwise,
And acting accordingly.
I don't even remember signing up for my masters' degree,
Or indeed any degree to put me on equal footing,
With those I once sought my advice from,
And I can't find any record of when I got my certificate in wisdom.
Here I am though,
And the rumour is spreading,
That I have answers to age old questions.
The only one I feel safe to give advice on is,
That if things are going well for you,
Don't let guilt stop you from enjoying the moment,
Because there are people out there who have prayed,
For you to get to this point,
In your life,
In a way that circumstances,
Did not allow them to.
So let your heart sing with gratefulness,
And you will have given them,
More comfort than you can ever imagine,
And faith enough,
To skip along paths that are often dark and mostly lonely,
With your happiness the only light to guide them.
A light that your guilt will extinguish,
Destroying both you and those who once thought,
They were wise to put you in their prayers.
when we are without our clothes
no one knows our rags nor riches
no one knows our highs nor lows
when we are without our stitches
when we are all naked stark
no one knows just who we are
nor do they know the part
that we play in life's shopping cart
you may ask what am i suggesting
perhaps we should all go naked
we'd then be on equal footing
and wouldn't that there be a blessing
on equal footing we face our horizon. . . be it high tide or low
Written march 14, 2016 for PD's (monoku #9) write what you SEE or FEEL - Poetry Contest
Man,
The self proclaimed genius,
Figuring out the best way to build a campfire,
And then announcing to the stars
That he is on equal footing with the gods.
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