Commencement ended soon and costumes came to stay.
They got fit into me well, like feathers that sway;
How evenly cute rows of students stood at ease!
As heads high stand spruce and coconut and palm trees...!
As the bright sun's rays glisten the waters troubled,
A bit of joy of my friends, in me too bubbled;
A tinge of pain amalgamated with soft rage,
With my stress and strain within I did get engage...!
What's graduation when exam was not done well?
Don't more than potentialities, here, marks sell?
One answer that though I knew as clear as crystal,
Had stuck my mind like bullet in a jammed pistol...!
Though I stood smiling for a better photo shoot,
Mind turned numb, like a flute gradually gone mute;
Till a gleam of contentment creep within me soon,
Wouldn't my degree blink long like a gaudy balloon...???
15 March 2023
Graduation Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Syllable Count: Howmanysyllables
Smile a half smile
Compose your frown
Unnecessary you wear a crown
Play the game with willful refrain
your time will come at ease with pain
In this life for you a dream
Let pure thoughts flow
like silken streams of
Candid collectives creating
Drifts in a nowhere there
Your existence on this Earth
May it be emptiness clear
Love and Peace without fear
This chance of purpose is
Your chosen field of dreams
Let change sustain you
Your spirit guide you
All things natural
live love not neutral
Immersion in all possible potentialities.
“A man is as miserable as he thinks he is” -Seneca
I want to do bigger and better things in my life
I want to fulfill all my potentialities
I want my actions to be the example
I just want to be the best I can possibly be
I'm prepared to endure great losses
I'm willing to stand in the fire and to bleed
I am prepared to fall into deep despair
Because when I fail, it's a step in the process that sets me free
I know there's only one true competitor in my life
Its the voice of discontent and self-doubt that whispers in my mind
But when I'm mindful of the internal narrative
I'm empowered to control the controllables in my life
For I am responsible
I'm not a pathetic helpless victim in this life
I'm a warrior, a conqueror
I’ll willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice
The sacrifice is having extreme patiences
And staying true to your word
It's about relentless perseverance
Sadly, to the younger generation, these actions seem absurd
This life, my life, will not be taken for granted
I have personal choices to make
And that choice is to give everything I have
Anything less, would be a serious mistake
The twelve zodiacs
In the Chinese calendar
Signifies twelve potentialities
Twelve characters
Twelve charms
All will contribute to
The varieties and success of the world
One may believe that
The pig - simple and easily satisfied are non-crime committing
The dog - alert for dangers give warning in times
The rooster-give morning calls for a fresh day work, so abiding and loyal
The monkey-inquisitive though, add laughters to cheer up the world
The sheep-a coat of protection from freezing and so hardships
The horse-galloping like a swift wind, symbolizing energetic will bring success
The snake-a winding movement to escape from blockades and hardships in a wise way
The dragon-signifies prosperity, and dreams will come true with hardworks
The rabbit-soft and humble in nature
The tiger-energetic and powerful
The ox-hardworking and enduring
The rat-active even in the darkness of misfortunes
These twelve distinguishing characters of mankind
Will decide the future of the world tomorrow
The canvas is bare
Potentialities abound
There is a moment of inspiration
Something, perhaps profound
A vision, an image
A thought in the mind
A 16th century renaissance landscape
An abstract painting obliquely devine
Rich deep colors
Brush strokes placed perfectly
The master creator
The work, a pleasure to see
The view is spectacularly tragic
Its subjective in our mind
It speaks to our knowledge; our experiences
Of a world we seek desperately to define
The past creates the images
That painter captures with every stroke
An image begins to emerge
We feel excited, or absolutely broke
The canvas is bare
The art is the life we choose
So, live life like theres no tomorrow
A beautiful masterpiece comes to view
I am broken
my bones
will not endure
this sum of
memories
feelings
thoughts
under the
loveless sun
they are crushed.
Peer long
into this grave
this pit of
despair
this black permanence
no heart is
left there
snuffed out
by potentialities
by unrealities
all great illusions
die this way.
Deep is my
slumber
cold in my
chest it
suffocates me
entombs me
a gathered gloom
is frozen recompense
for all my
imaginations
hopes and delusions
now
put to sleep
I lie in
restless repose
rotting
no lover’s kiss
for me
nay
my woeful screams
are unheeded
unneeded
by anyone that
could matter
did matter
I’m forgotten
in this permanent
filth of despair.
Let’s dive into our mind
Look around – perhaps nothing is as it seems
There’s a unique perception
An amalgamation - of what we call me
Like rich fertile soil
Brimming with potentialities
Nature verses nurture
So grow the seeds
The roots grow deep
Manifesting in the subconscious mind
Breaking the surface
Revealing the crops – behavior becomes defined
The harvest can be bountiful
We truly reap what we sow
The health of the product
Contingent on the knowledge we know
Thoughts left undiscerned
The weeds spread like wild vines
Effecting the crops
Damaging – the internals in our mind
So let’s dive inside
Look around and take a mental note
Let’s clarify our perspective
Our humanity – our future will grow
If you don’t like the crops
Take action – not poetic hyperbole
It’s all in our mind
An amalgamation of you and me
made divine
& healed
rescued
&transformed
our life
fully satisfied
in the physical
psychological
& spiritual
appreciated&
appropriated
a deliverance
from bondage
healing hurts
& memories
life permeating
our being
in visions of another Eden
heaven
a deeper blue
erth sweeter green
as his poiema
flood the scene
a coming kingdom
scene
light
with
no darkness
a purpose
a direction
love made manifest
timeless
lasting
satisfaction
our design revealed
in our organic
unity
an immediate impression
death defeated
a vision giving
meaning to life
potentialities awakened
aesthetics imagined
given form
as dilemmas dissolve
emotions evolve
in
poiema
perfected
Parental labor days and nights,
memories and contemporary echoing traumas
of declaring Hippocratic Commitment victories,
"No one got much hurt today,"
"Non-violent communication" prevails,
verbally and non-verbally laborious,
locally and globally viral,
monoculturally and multiculturally,
on our best days,
But "not violent" is such a negative
empty
cold
humorless LeftBrain way
to say,
to communicate,
resiliently resonant communion's
articulating
heart-felt possibilities.
We have hope and faith potentialities
for cooperative spirits of life and love,
And more retiring
shadowy natures of competitively incorporated death
and corporate loss,
But only one ZeroZone uniting Holy Nature/Spirit,
not only co-invested in non-violent life and love,
but further committed to solidarity
of resilient uniting life as resonant universal love,
Where Fear-of and Anger-about
past lose/lose competitive trauma
cannot repeat their either/or
exclusive
devolutionary Names.
Dear African, stop lingering on earth
The world looks at you for guidance
Burn your light of wisdom while here
Tap potentialities and energies of youth
And light the skies with discoveries
Dear African, stop lingering on earth
The world is laughing at your icy minds
Open streams of wisdom in your brains
Invoke sages of ancient to animate you
And light the dark world with ingenuity
Dear African, stop lingering on earth
The world is amazed at your indifference
Rise up transform science and technology
Recall engineers of ancient Egypt and Mali
And lead the world to mysteries of wisdom
Dear African, stop lingering on earth
The world is wondering the gaze at each other
Hold hands and gaze at horizons in oneness
Rethink the wars and conflict in Africa today
And move forward to develop dear fatherland
Economies are positive when consuming and producing balanced nutrition,
and are depressed when consuming and producing too much
by way of dissonant toxic loss and suffering,
un-ecological hubris,
climate pathologies suboptimizing WinWin potentialities
for multiculturally healthy outcomes.
Economic nutritional abundance
sometimes labeled as wealth,
is an artifact,
neither exclusive, much less supremely, significant
in and of its own dance,
within politically empowering multicultural health,
internal polypathic cooperative EgoLeft/EcoRight solidarity
externalizing Earth's tribally landscaped
nutritional extended family enculturation wealth.
Wealthy cooperative economies
consume polypathic ecological health
to politically produce Earth-trusting nutrition,
deep learning landscapes
regenerating co-empathic climates
of bicameral DNA/RNA dialects
reweaving syncretic TaoTime balance.
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Depths of the clear blue sky between, Plains where life is felt
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, --
Beauty of Earth, when in the harmonies
The cannon's note has ceased to be a part,
I shall return once more and bring to these
The worship of an undivided heart.
Of those sweet potentialities that wait
For my heart's deep desire to fecundate
I shall resume the search, if Fortune grants;
And the great cities of the world shall yet
witness the search for my princess.
freedom means a lot to me
what does freedom means to you
to me;freedom is equal opportunities
equal reward for all
kinds of potentialities
to me as well as anybody elsewhere
freedom to speak without favor and fear
freedom to move to anywhere
so far as i want it
freedom is free and fairness
regardless of where i was born
or where i came from
the color of my skin
my religious status
or how i appear
for i am not what i wear
i need freedom spiritually
physically,mentally,emotionally
psychologically, sexually
and freedom financially
what makes me different from others
is what i do with my life
Pattern creator weaving through semantic gridlock. Synaptic blockage has me dining on feedback. Consuming concepts of Id's bleeding out a dissociative psychocollage.
No Map No-Thing.
Images overlapping gaps of referential perspective all lapping up my awareness [{that is overclocked thinking thoughts at lightning speed}]
I have Become.
The Lone Madman stripping down the day and rearranging pieces my own way
DreamingDriftingDrowning in a sea of suspended belief. Jumping Juxtaposition! How to navigate such a clash of colloidal moment places?
Negation of orientation is a hidden freedom. In the Disconnect expect a mighty Vertigo; it briefly will swallow YOU leaving only the leafy sensation that is the essence of hollow. Immersion is complete. no more Self memory. No-Thing is concrete. Just a simple drop in the Bucket. This is We. This is dissolution. Attaching Desire and Control on Potentialities is disillusion.
Almost Perfection, we two fit together
Bound in the incense of love and desire
Called by a song of eternal attraction
Dancing its way through our being;
Eager for everything, we dream it to life.
Fire and ice through the passage of days
Grief and delight shared together
Half light, half darkness
Interweave in life's flow,
Joining and kindling the mysteries of love.
Kind seeks out kind
Love conquers lust
Man and Woman become something
Numinous; a third sort of being,
Ontologically supreme.
Potentialities vie with realities,
Quixotic schemes founder
Resisted in the mire of daily
Situations that pull them to earth;
Tempestuous love strives to ascend.
Under the sun of our expectations
Verity sometimes gropes blindly in its glare.
We seek the perfection of what we are,
Xenophobic in our sharp self-focus,
Yet still in need of those others who love us.
Zealots are we all, drunk on the common draught of passion.
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