Today I asked a greenish feller,
"Why do you wear a propeller
on your head?"
This is what he said,
"It's transportation, not a toy.
I got the idea from Beanie Boy".
For soldiers moment, let's get permission
Look at propeller and let's take a lesson
Come and let's burn with the fire of love
Let's reach to throne saying fellow fellow
Let's get into circulation and watch
Before saying Alas let's say Allah
There is no god but Allah
There is no god but Allah
There is no god but Allah he
Mornings and nights don't stop pass by
The capital which is your life is running out
Look at the nightingales they are crying out
Dear rosebud open up, season is passing by
Fellow fellow fellow fellow
Dear passenger stop a while and listen to me
Caravan is going you don't stay back
World beauty whom is called Joseph
Conquered today travel of heart
Fellow fellow fellow fellow
Written by Haci Tahsine Hanim
Translation Onur Ünlü
"The wound is the place where the light enters you"
— Rumi
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So much bleeding, yet no blood,
From heartbreaks I have suffered.
They are only saints when far from my bed,
But become demons after feasting on me in bed.
I was turned into an abandoned dog,
That waited in vain for a love that has flown away,
Yet another unreciprocated love dissolving into thin air,
Leaving a wound you thought no balm could heal.
But that heart severally broken
Still holds love that shines like pure gold,
With it I will still love even more
Erasing all scars of past disappointments.
It's that shattered heart that will still shine the light,
That will guide my steps in the dark,
As I trudge on the pathway of success,
Without a faltering too heavy to control.
Wait at the abyss of sorrow
As I climb to the top of the success ladder,
Those wounds you inflicted became the propeller
That lifted me into the greatness my life now embraces.
The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed
Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye!
My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace
My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess
Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all!
I had no desire, there, my nihilistic call, they are not an easy Pickthall!
I startled, I stumbled , I ran, I walk and I snore, sneeze and yawn!
I craft and in my propeller shaft, I fly, with flying try, I try simply not to frown!
These are not all stemming from me, these are the imprinting gemstones of praying tea
You are a done deal only to compose , not to take heed before you even try to say, once again to me!
These are white lies, your sweater moment drops on your life, legend and universal truth
And all they say is to look after your giggling imagism before it handles him too, to soothe beneath the bluetooth!
April, 2025
(Twelve beautiful lines )
October 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 15-16
Key Verse – Mark 15:39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING US
TRULY HIS OMNIPOTENCE
Praise be to God for showing us
truly His omnipotence as our:
Proven power-Performer
Pleasant pasture-Provider
Peaceful protector-Pacifier
Prodding progress-Pursuer
Productive prosperity-Propeller
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Lord for
His resurrection that manifests His:
Victorious greatness against death
Virtuous goodness against destruction
Valuable graciousness for our deliverance
Vibrant grandeur along His glowing dominion
Visible governance over despair and discouragement
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Saviour for
working with us:
Counselling us with His wisdom
Confirming His Word along our walk
Counting on our commitment in His will
Charging us to watch against worldliness
Commending our worship by His worthiness. Amen!
October 20, 2024
My strung-out limbs grow like plants
Head in the clouds, toes with the ants
Branches sprout, leaves strewn about,
Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants
My eyes swirl like big lollipops
Cogs and wheels, they just won’t stop
Sugar melts, candy belts
Now I’m full of air like a cold can of pop
My propeller spins on my funny hat
I float away, to never come back
Heavy body, I fall out of the sky
Now I’m on the ground and I just want to cry
My skinned knees bleed through my jeans
Drawing eyes, I only displease
I stumble not walk, I struggle to talk
Now I’m nothing more than a can of dead fleas
Deposited, held in Amazon's Adonis arms
Hidden inhospitably stashed, kite shadow
Curled furtive, stairway stupefied windshield
Hallucinations lag languished in amusement
Monkeys freeze, screech scamper scratch
Egg smooth roof unscathed cubby abode
Jagged gaps hang fur curtain climbing mates
Swung carefree in cramped homecamp humid
Aghast lopped log rest exhales raggedly
Snapped propeller askew salutes defeat
Wing bent lungs transform fortitude into fuel
Crushed accordion bodied anaconda swivels
Lock jaw latch tight to jungle gym frame
Liquid flow flanks scale, giant slug glued
Fork tongue tastes rain drip following day hope
Fangs prong Coconas sour tomato gold codicil
Cluster juice burst berries, bittersweet bulbs
Knobs of Contreu twisted tangerine vitamin
Fibre feeds faith indispensible, thin torsos entwined
Fight against forbode of abandonment, exhausted
Anonymous Minor Survivors
Middle of Jungle June
Untold are the steps I would take,
How many more will lead me to redemption?
I only go through a door,
I don’t know the mileage.
Untold is the turbulent waters I'll wade through,
Where do I meet the shore?
My feet are at their best,
Hope is my propeller.
Untold is the dark skies overhanging,
My thoughts push through the gloom,
Anticipating the radiant room,
When will I bask in a season of light?
Untold is my sojourn,
When do I get to the tranquil region?
I see signposts,
It’s an aerial view.
Untold is the seething cauldron,
When will it be pacified?
The ambience is stifling,
I seek the serene stream.
April 18, 2023.
Writing Challenge - 'U' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
I can hear the slow
thump and thrash
of a ship's propeller
churning the dark and see
the sheer black wall
of a hull slide by,
gathering the river in
like a skirt,
then releasing a train
of wakes to run
up banks and rock
the calm.
Solitary fishermen sit quietly
in private vigils
along the river's length.
All night they stare
into an absolving still
and move between
a mind's floating absence
and the tip of a rod
plumbed to depths
beyond human.
After the ship has passed
they wait
for the river to heal
and mend the lesions
in a tactile language.
Down river
a floodlit smoke stack
rises like a spire
out of the ruins of a factory.
High above,
a great wheeling dome
of seagulls fleck
a charcoal sky
and smear noise across
a vaulted quiet.
A lifetime on I hear
the discordant hymn,
feel the menace
of something moving shapeless
below the reach of words
and wait for the river
to heal.
Love’s tragedy
Once I loved a dolphin and kept her in the swimming pool
I wore a frogman suit we spent hours splashing about
but noticed she was getting sad and missed her own kind
If you love someone, you have to set them free
I wrapped her in wet blankets and drove her to the beach
her family came close to shore, greeting her.
I visited the beach every day, and she glad to see me
as was her family, who accepted me as one of them.
One day when I came for a swim, she wasn’t there
the other dolphins came and made clicking sounds looking
mournful; something about a ship and a propeller.
I never went back to the beach on an Island in Greece
it is easier to remember the good times.
I fancy a warrior
But a wild dancer
Like a ballerina
A real professional
Sometimes I dream
Like we are ice dancing
Having some fun
Taunting gravity
I love such moments
When she be floating in the air
Just like a feather
Cursing at the gravity
I like that moment too
When she is spinning
On her leg
Just like a propeller
Just realised was born with it
But I never lived it
Perhaps never met a taxi dancer in time
To help me, live my dream
Now that I am finding passion
I think this dream will revive
Though through million moons
Anyway I am a taxi dancer perhaps
“It's minutest strand is not in our hands."
We traverse the day,
Our engines set in motion and fuelled by it,
We retire to bed,
Like a parked vehicle,
All our mechanisms come to a halt,
Oblivious of anything else,
We switch to another world,
A door is opened,
A part of us walks through it,
Our vehicles rev up by its fuel,
After a transient sojourn,
Our vehicles are set in
motion for another adventure,
We move and race with time,
On and on,
Over and over,
The parts become weak,
The joints go out of place,
We repair, replace and reassemble,
Until it finally stops,
It breaks down completely,
It has fulfilled its purpose.
February 24, 2022.
F Form - Free Verse - New Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Life
When life cuts you into dashes and dots
Pick up a pen; use it as eagerly as you could a sword
Show and share your truth
You are a woman, it is what you do
When people are unkind, turn away from their bullying
Wipe your feet on their hate, use their prejudice as a propeller
Cut through the water of anger and rage
Use your hurt to become a better woman
When men are laughing, refuse to hear it
Never let them know it has hurt you
Dance, sing, frolic.
Throw your soul into the air with butterflies and dragonflies.
Live your truth.
You are woman.
Let us hear your roar.
Machiavellian schemes besmirch a murky mangrove calm
A propeller breaks the tranquil glass over an underwater farm
Neath the broken still, a peaceful giant stirs with alarm
and no consolation is found as noise churns it's quiet charm
The serene spots need to be augmented for they are our balm
Ecosystems need protection from greedy developers’ harm
Empyrean Earth for all, is in our active palms, giving alms…
(5/12/21: Custom ketch; KKMI Richmond)
Whale Sharks are listed as, endangered
and are found in, all tropical oceans on the planet
They are the largest fish and nothing like the Titanic
and their white spotted skin, makes them known as gentle giants
Adults are often seen feeding, at the ocean’s surface
but can dive one thousand meters, to feed on plankton
They can travel very long distances, for the need to feed
to sustain their huge size, and their need of reproduction
They are highly valued, on the international black markets
for the human need of greed, of their meat, oil and fins
They are victims of bycatch, when fishing for the supermarkets
and fishing disturbs their feeding, that can led to propeller injuring
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