"I'm the Carnival's
Cartomancer,
Zoltar the mystic,
foreseeing wise."
"Who immobile waits...
inside this
narrow case--
top four-sided glass
and bottom
Pine-crafted box.
"It's wishing coin's
'ka-ching',
that magically
revives me."
"As true believers
witness--once
my turbaned gaze
mentally reads
what's seeping out
their inquiring eyes."
"Fact is--these
animated hands,
randomly select
from the magnetic deck--
one, out of many, fortune
riddled cards--inked of
buoyant, superb vibes."
"Though blissful, playful,
mind you--all of 'em--
merciful white lies."
"Behold, each
future's scripted
and then sold;"
"To luck--searching,
wishing souls--
on fortune--tellin',
Robot--sellin' cards."
"Whose promised prizes
are a Carney vendor's
paradise."
Here
we are,
in this cage
of body-mind,
limited by space,
taunted by flow of time
and if that is not enough,
the light of our being is veiled,
since we’re hypnotised by illusions,
indulging in which, our trance state deepens.
Choosing to rest both thought forms and senses,
by choosing to become a witness,
fulcrum of our awareness shifts
from form to the empty void,
where thus by being still,
God’s blessings in-pour
and we ascend
to heaven,
here on
earth.
ALL of us MUST REMEMBER what tiny space one occupies in this world of God's creation.
History will tell the true story and how we manage it.
“The heaven and the heavens belong to the LORD,
but He has given over to mankind the earth to manage."
In some places we are doing good,
but because of many human frailties
we are not doing so well. As we look at the universe,
large as it is and still expanding and we on the tiny earth, a small space.
There are many questions still to be answered.
The challenge of 2025, will it bring success or will it bring other failures??
Merry Christmas and let us celebrate the birth of Christ and the New Year will set pace the generations to come.
I hope and pray that what I’m feverishly trying to say makes sense to the
one that may read without prejudices.
The second Shadow reveals
The spotlight reveals
In the brightness a shadow
is seen
On a wooden chair
Is wooden arms and legs
The back rest cushion
A turquoise color
Head and the sear
On the seat are
Two bunnies ornaments
When the spotlight shines
The shadow appears
A man and a woman
they stare at each other
Coming closer slowly
When they are closer
They embrace into a
Passionate kiss
this is the second shadows seen
The Party played 'Pin the Tale on the Donkey'
That's how they came up with a senile honkey
Reprinted with permission from
'Ten Greatest Political Poems Ever'
I remember every feeling of love I had ever felt.
There can be no love without pain.
The way it was , the way it is.
Time turns love into this.
Who can say they have never been hurt,
Or that love lasted without a single word.
Pleasure is sought on the heels of pain,
The feeling is all the same,
But I will fall again,
Searching for true love, again and again.
Goddess Athena is the guardian of Athens, the soothsayer said.
She is high-born in mythology, and exceedingly well-bred.
She has been protecting the citizens in a variety of ways.
And will be forever, until the end of all of our days.
Athena heard the soothsayer and rewarded her with money.
She also sent her barley, gemstones, wheat, rice, and honey.
The soothsayer sang Athena’s praises for the rest of her life.
With Athena around, Athens did not undergo very much strife.
Time will tell
Are we stuck in hell
Living on this earth
Only to decay in its dirt
Prior is a ride around town in a hurst
Hoping to heal my soul from its hurt
Faith and hope come first
Dress me in my favorite shirt
When it’s my time to leave this earth
Lay me in the cold for I know I wasn’t alone
From child to grown
You all hold a place in my heart
As my own
As my home
Scott Morrision says the USA had slaves, Australia did not
The Aborigines may disagree, and women in the church, along with boys
WE heard the scandal (Maybe sex slavery is really FREE!)
Now, I know something else, those Queensland sugar plantations
Deep in what HUGH TINKER (no Indian) called "New Slavery" since 1838!
Once Britain showed great heart to abolish slavery, keep plantations
To be worked by the "surplus" in India! It made Mahtama Gandhi mad
That great nations use one race against another - always - divide & rule
"To make the abolition and emancipation of slaves real" with new slaves
Using words creativity (not more democracy), Creative TREACHERY:
Hugh Tinker's book by this name called indented labor, "New System of Slavery"
NOTE: I had a strange deal at Flinders University to teach this subject: Indentured Labor and British Plantations, but i took too long at Johns Hopkins University getting my PhD for Dr. Ralph Shlomowitz. In part, due to racism I suffered there at the hands of a famous Philip Curtin. I won, thanX Jesus!
Loneliness arrives for breakfast,
anxiety for lunch
Rejection for my dinner meal,
desperation left for brunch
Passion came and passion went,
the nighttime thief did steal
And darkness all that’s left to bear
—the emptiness reveals
(Dreamsleep: May, 2019)
Timepiece reveals desolation,
forsaken lands of creation-
Barren branches sway in dismay,
uneasy in life’s disarray.
No hope for alleviation.
Wasteland betrayed by salvation,
one more soul dies from starvation.
The timekeeper starts to decay-
Timepiece reveals.
Ebon sky wears fascination,
lost in lonely desperation-
For existence must go astray,
awaiting the break of dawn’s day.
Minutes bound by condemnation-
Timepiece reveals.
I chose photo 4
Rondeau Poetry Contest
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Joesph May
July 25, 2018
God Reveals His Presence
The world we live in is full of cares,
With strings of troubles, despair and tears.
Hearts are broken, dreams are shattered,
Nobody is spared, everyone has a share.
Some stumble down but try hard to rise up.
Some totally beaten with nothing more to dream.
Some still plod on but through aimless path.
A meaningless life, bitterness in the heart.
The struggle goes on as the battle rages.
Between good and evil, between life and death.
Man in his weakness, makes the wrong choice,
Takes the wrong path, lured by world pleasures.
He drifts farther away as he wallows in sin.
Won over by darkness God is forgotten.
But God never tires, still searches for him.
With mercy overflowing, ready to forgive him.
God speaks to him through his brokenness.
When inflicted with pain by his wretchedness.
As he cries out for mercy, helpless and beaten,
God reveals Himself, tenderly comforting.
So brother don’t despair, when troubles set in.
God is within you revealing His presence.
It’s His marvelous way of getting you back.
When you wander away from His precious flock.
-Alice Advincula
The world that we escape to…
a thunder strike to come
That inner passing night train
the past and future run
An image once to blind you
now guiding through the maze
Temptation and redemption
twin catalysts betrayed
One vision chosen blindly
new insight falls like rain
As darkness drains the cosmos
reflection dyed and stained
But memory comes as Savior
stigmata left behind
Whose wound is now a fountain
—where flows the deeper mind
(Plane Back from Dallas: June, 2018)
The mirror became clearer
the deception of her reflection
is just as she feared
displaying the monster
that haunts her
who taunts her
who wants her
to inhale
to impale
lifting her veil
adjusting her sail
expecting her to fail
he shows no restraint
as he attempts to taint the saint
aspiring to wash away the paint
of the beautiful landscape
causing a mutation
of the illustration
a new creation
a hallucination
the confusion
the illusion
causing delusion
by his intrusion
is just enough to amuse him
He tries taking control
of a beautiful soul
begging for worship
kneeling on hot coal
she fears no demon
for she lived with the devil
he was her alibi
she was his vessel.
She had deviated from his plan
didn’t agree to his demands
and so the day began
the horned feared beast
was no longer manned.
Does What Reveals Appeals
There may be many things this reveals,
When more things to you always appeals;
From Trump receive;
We will never believe;
Sounds like some more of what Trump spiels.
With or without Glackens.
Jim Horn
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