As an Englishman's home
is his castle,
I abide in my own abode
part and parcel,
but as I'm always being told,
by the trouble and strife
(Cockney for 'wife'),
how to behave
in my own house,
whenever the rules I waive,
I must ask, I have to say,
"Why am I not Lord
of all that which I survey?"
The light in my heart, the spark in my soul.
The first is the one, the second the whole.
There are two contrasting things I see
Amazingly convey grace and beauty
That is the blue sea and the field of greens
These are two opposite mix feeling for me
The blue sea feels me danger but is necessary
For a source of living and adventure
The field of greens propose romantic chills
Meet variation of colors that meets the eyes
The field of greens gives peace abundance itself
Since its reachable and achievable per se
The blue sea is unpredictable but with a warning
The bravest is the winner who safely returned
The adventure of life is the crucial stage
While there's tranquility in the land base
No assurance of life is being safe
Though both gives a mix feeling of emotions
They are part and parcel of human life.
It’s been a while
since I wore a smile
I cannot tell you why
but, it will not make me cry
being a little dour
for a minute or an hour
makes one realise
that gloomy skies
and being a little sad
isn’t really all that bad
all it is, is the coin’s other side
part and parcel of this magical ride
and when the skies are clear again
very rarely do we feel great pain
it’s all just part of the up and down
sometimes a monarch and sometimes a clown.
Vigorous, vivid, bewildering, bright songsters,
That could calmly enchant the cruelest of monsters;
Belonging to the flinch family of Red Birds,
Each of their utterances is sweet poetic words...!
Cardinal, with a unique crest and red plumage,
His maid, a great singer, makes in woods her roomage;
No cathedral. yet, he's a cardinal, in red,
On red rose and white rose he finds his cozy bed...!
Part and parcel of all Christmas decorations,
Nourishing on sunflower seeds and creations;
Roses tell tales many; cardinals enjoy,
Each, in their presence, feels pleasant; completely coy...!
I find my very self in the cardinal birds,
As he sings my heart's unarticulated words;
In my good times and bad cardinals are around,
With rose roses to make me integrally sound...!!!
28 December 2022
The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
From the hewer of wood
to the Prince of his tribe
From the drawer of water
to the meticulous scribe
We are all part and parcel
of humankind...
gracing God's cosmos
~ intertwined
Earth Words
David J Walker
*Call it the afterlife if for no other reason
The uncertainty of living in the here and now
The stars are part and parcel to the late-night road map
Printed in tattoo black ink on the face of the universe
*Falling back into a yellow glow of horse-like cosmic clouds
Seems extreme but better than facing another night
alone on the darkened parts of the moon
*The nurse returned and said I am scheduled next
to exit the planet but you never know for sure
about these things and I should call my family
*If for no other reason the afterlife opens its curtain
to the uncertain grand entrance to the cosmos
and you can hear someone, maybe your mother,
calling your name, drawing you in via unknown motion
*And the atonement demands a blank slate
you may forget all of your unanswered questions of
little interest beyond this earth where words again
have no meaning
The material world
is immaterial
The world of consciousness
is conscious
That the physical world
Is part and parcel of
Consciousness
stars flirt in the sky
winking eyes tell love tales ~
shy clouds speed away
Interpreting the mysteries of nature has been part and parcel of poetic character. Scientifically, a star twinkles owing to the atmospheric refraction of light. Yet, to a poet, it seems as though stars try to flirt with the clouds and as a consequence, the shy clouds move away from the sight of the stars.
star nose ring
looms in bride and groom ~
league of love
The bridal nose ring, as per the Indian culture, is a symbol of the bride paying homage to Goddess Parvati, who blesses her union with the bridegroom and grants, abundance and auspiciousness.
20 October 2021
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Growing old comes to everyone, like it or not, it’s all part and parcel of our good maker's plot.
Memory sadly sometimes slowly fades away, but images stay sharp of those long ago days.
* * *
We can't always remember
in our life's ebbing sunset
Tho' some special memories
we never ever forget
Memories of days that once were
what joy it used to be
Not a worry, not a care
young of heart and trouble free.
Very first time of meeting
the one true love of your life
The way your heart triple flipped
and luscious kisses so nice
Every word that was spoken
stays etched in corners of mind
Every small gracious gesture
loving, generous and kind.
The twinkling stars in the sky
on enchanted balmy nights
Strolling along in the charm
of blissful mystic delights
In the arms of one's sweetheart
snuggled up cosy and close
Yes, there's some magic moments
one will remember the most.
22nd November 2020
I think personal faith
is just that – between you
and God alone; which makes
all personal universal –
meaning, that which we share
with God is part and parcel of
Divine Creation.
For nothing exists
outside the existence. He is a sea
of continuous motion. A symphony
of eternal song – when in
tune, we sing as the angels
sing; when in motion we conquer
as the waves, flowing over
and around all obstacles –
perpetuating power that
rearranges coastlines; captures
sun and moonlight, holding
their warmth of reflections as the body
of our days and light of our vivid
dreaming –
to say we discern the breath
of Heavenly Bodies, is to share their paths
and awesome orbits – to chronicle our humble
journeys from specks of clay to cosmic lords
of universes...those we clearly see, as well as
those, dim and distant...as yet – unknowable….
It may well be, that as we reach out
we reach in, exploring the past and destinies
of borderless
space and time.
The Divine of me
knows me better than
self – therefore, when
I am selfless I seem
closer to the Divine...but not
truly far from self...for we are
part-and-parcel, sharing
the same spirit, substance
of all matter; it is the matter
when looking out or
looking in – the eyes of
man in God...or the eyes
of God in man….
If I could morph from human form
into a thing, what would I be?
I’d want to have a positive
influence on humanity.
I wouldn’t be a campaign speech
chock-full of vows too grand to keep
a harsh word or a honeyed lie
that makes a shattered lover weep
a game promoting violence
that infiltrates a young child’s mind.
New me won’t be political,
just something simple and so kind.
Time’s moving fast. I must decide
before my hair grows grayer!
I’ve got it now. Y’all please don’t laugh.
I’ll be a CD player.
We all know music’s powerful;
it has been through the ages.
It’s there for us in times of peace
and soothes when chaos rages.
It’s part and parcel of our lives;
our spirits it engages.
What can I play for you today?
What is your heart desiring?
My purpose is to bring you joy
and play some tunes inspiring.
I’m here for you and proud to be
a part of musicality!
Date Posted: June 13, 2020
Contest Title: Non Human Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Unexpected sickness;
Kids were home from school.
Took them to the doctor;
That’s the current rule.
Crayons in the waiting room;
Coloring and calm.
Cartoons in the background
Acting like a toddler balm.
Called into the office;
Temps and check the ears.
Waiting for the shoe to drop –
Hysteria and tears.
Strep swab does in Henry;
Flu shot’s Hadley’s bane.
Hard to hold them down and watch
Their terror and their pain.
Over in a minute –
Home for soup and rest.
Not the day we’d planned on
As you might have likely guessed.
Still, it’s part and parcel
Of our babysitting days,
Though doctor’s visits make me think
That we deserve a raise!
Her memories swell-up in our bosom spontaneously
And get hold our whole being so overwhelmingly
Moistening our eyes and lifting our spirits joyfully
That asserts her deep love for us all, quite candidly.
Her years of memorable stay with us here precisely
Was caringly ordained by the providence specially
To assuage our woes that gripped us so mercilessly
Offered succour to the entire household constantly.
Hard-boiled masses perhaps may never understand
That unarguably cemented our sentimental bond
That ever lives on between us and affectionate Rani
Defy all dry logic and rationale of doubting mind.
Is it possible to insulate scent from a cute flower?
Or warmth from the bosom of a godlike mother
Or ardour from the inviting hugs of a friend near
Suffer amnesia from the memoirs of Rani, the dear.
Fifteen long years of sweet and constant bond
Made her part and parcel of our very being
Though there is the seemingly bodily separation
She ever lives in our hearts as a steady companion.
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