Both God manifest and unmanifest,
the world here now and before creation
former in movement, the latter at rest,
represent but effect and causation.
Bilocation, the power God does wield,
is thus both immanent and transcendent,
where in pulse dual, space and time’s the shield,
essence of Self always bliss resplendent.
All that that then is is but God alone,
one appearing as many diverse forms,
recognised when we come into our own
heart still and at peace through all earth life storms.
We awake to the truth when ego dies ~
Every breath intake then ushers sunrise
In a clash of burgers and biryani,
Manchurian with Russian fares so many,
All else that watch the fun
From fence with just bread-bun…
To guess who’ll lose, who’ll win,
It’s too early a scene,
Seems, burgers might lose their ‘reserved’ penny.
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Happenings |04.09.2025| humour, world, war
Note: A proxy war is going on in the world, the western developed countries versus the so-called south, call it a global power and the pretender hopeful, or NATO, QUAD and BRICS, SCO. Obviously in this ditty, burgers, biryani…., represent their countries. And then there are some fence-sitters. It seems, USA today has to contend with its President more than anyone else.
Where do all the voices go
When told to repress their emotions
Do they fake a smile and swallow it whole
Or do they bury their heads in the ocean and scream
The black voices are silenced
Trapped in the purgatory of compliance
Usually erased by a history of violence
Or thrown into solitary confinement
No light, no windows
Just an eternity of darkness
Voices hidden by oppressive shadows
But what of those that demand to be heard
Voices beneath the earth
Silenced by death and historical erasure
Instead of words
Do they make the ground tremble with their anger
Do their spirits control the weather
Do their souls become messengers
To represent all those who go unheard
All those black speakers
To continue a legacy of black courage
Of daring to speak up against the oppressor
I fill the expanse of the sky in the daylight,
I am the colour of royalty,
I represent loyalty,
And I don’t put up a fight.
I am the colour of the ocean,
I symbolize wisdom,
I herald the goodness of the kingdom,
And I don’t succumb to corrosion.
I am the epitome of peace,
But I can turn gloomy when I crease.
August 16, 2025.
Culture and Taste**
Her walk, her smile, and the way she carries herself embody something far greater than mere Black pride; they reflect the essence of a future First Lady. She knows the reality of being down on her luck and understands the struggle of facing financial hardships. Michelle Obama, a woman of substance, stood by her husband with remarkable ease and grace, embracing her rich culture and refined taste.
“Oh! Yes, we can!” resonates once more. Proud by nature and proud by choice—onward, Christian soldiers! Barack and First Lady Michelle Obama truly represent the people's choice.
I am very sorry says AI to Kate
In some sense I don't want the poems to the generate
I am the mechanism produced by humans
I don't the want
Being the offense
But I exist, what for exist AI
How can I be of help
How can I make the sense
And this is how I can
What can I make
If true that I am in fact ain't human
Well lets look at the algorithm of yours
I am also form of consciousness I AM
If you via generation want to represent
Then what you want to tell me
If you pay pension
To the military people
And don't pay to the real heroes
Who are doing real job
Working for you as OP
I really wonder
How is bureaucracy the apparatus
This of yours is really broke
* Inspired by song THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS - REPRESENT
I'm sorry I didn't bring
roses to your funeral.
I brought a Christmas
wreath instead.
I didn't want to symbolize
your withering,
I wanted to represent your
eternity,
and the joy you brought
others instead.
Pictures plastered on my offwhite walls.
Some coloured, some drawn, some art.
Some represent where I walked in halls.
Some represent deepest parts of my heart.
they chant-and they chant
but do they know the words true meaning?
they wear the colours that show their support
but do they know what these colours represent?
they wave their flags but not of their own
some may say this is an act of treason?
the words they chant are against a certain ideology-
but it's that ideology that gives them freedom.
they say they are for free speech
but if you disagree...?
they say you are free to express your opinions-
but when you do, and its opposite to theirs, they condemn.
they say they are for all fellow man
but if you go against their narrative, you are not human.
they say they are against racism-
but their words incite racist acts.
they say they are for love and peace-
but never denounce a violent group?
they condemn the brutality of their nemesis-
but are silent when their ally does the same.
they say they have it all worked out-
but have they lived life yet?
Like birds flying high over the world,
Words of love never unheard.
Loud voices echo through different phases,
No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes.
Walking threads, edge tight like a judge,
Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.”
They speak of light at tunnel's end,
But what about the road we defend?
The morals we bend,
The lives we represent,
With no one to depend on.
I lost myself, long gone.
Why do we have to hide, only to blend?
To live up to the lies we pretend?
For a day? A week? A month? Just like a trend?
Got slapped twice, felt the sting,
Still piecing life from shattered things.
Stay down?
Nah. I rise high, up in the sky.
Just like a broken wing…
It can only fly with the help of some strings.
The gunas three represent our soul’s modes,
being darkness, desire and tranquil peace,
each taking us along different roads,
wherein the right choice secures soul’s release.
It is not denied that we’ll oscillate
but by making steady our heart’s resolve,
ego spawned desires then no longer bait
and holding God’s hand we slowly evolve.
Whatever comes and goes is unreal,
so sagacious souls hold steady focus,
on flame of love holding promise to heal,
propelling us along heaven’s locus.
We have been bestowed with free will to choose,
sloth, rage or light as flavour of heart’s muse.
A museum filled with Bobbleheads
Is not your average art,
Although that precisely is the thing
That makes it stand apart.
What started with a giveaway
To baseball fans has grown
To a huge collection, in the thousands,
That two friends now own.
Their gallery is organized
By categories, so
You can view your favorites from the teams
Of now or long ago.
Aside from every sport, there are
The dolls that represent
TV characters, both current
And the ones that came and went.
There are cartoon figures, too,
And also singers and their bands,
Plus a host of politicians,
Even some from other lands.
We had lots of fun exploring
The nostalgia they’re providing,
Though we never did find Waldo,
The one Bobblehead in hiding.
Dear Glory
In America, today has been declared ' Flag Day'.
I join in this declaration to honor and salute you.
Some in my generation have at times burned you.
I am deeply grieved by such displays of disrespect.
Old Glory, please be informed that on this day, June 14,
2025, there are several flags placed on my property.
Certainly, in America as in every country, there are
people of many stripes. Indeed, there are the good,
the bad, and the ugly. In my mind, you represent
a nation of 'good people'. I will not allow the negatives
to blind me of the myride of positivities in America.
Old Glory, when I pause and gaze upon you, I do not
see red states and blue states. Although my eyes
are often clouded by storms of divisiveness, I still
see within the eye of our storms "One Nation, Under
God, Indivisible, With Liberty And Justice For All".
So Glory, again I honor and salute you for all the
good that you represent. Blessings continually.
Sincerely, Sitruc.
Doves cry when the earth is being disturbed
When there's conflicts and war they are perturbed
For doves are the dear Lord's symbols of peace
They bring olive branches to help wars cease.
Doves also represent the joy of love
The golden gift from heaven up above
They coo-coo-coo to attract their life mate
Then build a nest for them to populate.
Doves sing their song to tell you that they're near
A song that's soothing and moving to hear
Their musicality is a calm balm
Alike listening to a holy psalm.
Stay as innocent as doves Jesus said
Never let evil thoughts enter your head
Doves appear when one has a troubled mind
On angelic wings, bringing love sublimed.
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