Oh, lovely rising sun, where do you go at night, when you sink below the surface of the Earth?
Oh, bright, yellow and shiny sun, you are like a huge beacon of hope in my life every day I wake up.
Oh, huge ball of fire, how hot you are every day that I see you.
after the argument
the loaf of bread rises
without taking sides
From the grave I shall rise
To the world it will come as a surprise
Resurrection straight to observing human eyes
Walking among the living
Hunger for human blood and flesh
At the stroke of midnight
A world unexpected
Moan for the anguished
The need to eat to satisfy the crave
Rising and walking among
Search and stalk
Rising on this very night
Causing fright
Darkness with no light
Maneuvering ever so close
Screams sounding like echoes
Dead walking alive.
WE RISING AND WAXING FRUITS
Hanging here,
We are the fruits
Of the tree
Of liberating life,
In the Edenic Garden’s
Beginning of its own being:-
However, be aware, we’re not
Of mutated, vile, apple seeds,
Nor are we as drained raisins
Hanging in the shining sun:-
Rather, we’re hued seeds
Of the melons of water
Hydrating flowing life;
Indeed, we’re fruits
Of the seeds of undying loved,
Reflected in the mirror of life:
Viewed in the eternal light
Of the sun and its moon,
Rising and setting;
Waning and
Waxing:-
Thus, as fruits of The Sower
Of the rising sun and the womb of the moon,
We too, shall have our waxing and rising equity:-
Warming is about caring
Climate change is weathering
As the rise and shine of AI becomes ubiquitous
It’s ever harder to discern.
What’s easier to discern
Is what it’s not and what it lacks.
Of course it has no soul and never will
Which makes it primed to
Mechanical sociopathy.
But what it lacks besides a soul
Is the ability to judge in an instant
Discerning what it likes or doesn’t,
What is true or not.
It lacks humor too, which is part of judgement,
And along with that original thought
The true genius level ability to create.
AI after all, is designed to serve,
To answer and to please,
While genius requires the willingness
To disturb.
Will AI morph into something unforeseen?
Quite likely but never into a soul
With intuitive discernment and a taste for the absurd.
(9/6/26)
circle without source
rising from an unseen thought
shines where silence lives
Collum Lune type of Haiku which is word based. 3/5/3
red sun rising
cobalt clouds cover obscuring somewhat....
is it warning
Red sun rising against cobalt blue, spread
Dread that could be running rampant, its truly said
Crows' appearance as such, everyone knows
Throws questions that need answers, I suppose
Meaning is spiritual so it is intervening
Leaning toward a stronger spiritual convening
Call to think differently, no longer crawl
Shawl on, stand tall, face life, lessons learned recall
Faith and hope are rising
as the discouragement of pain
and grief lessen their grip on my
heart and it almost feels like I can
breathe again as I embrace the wonder
in everyday blessings
In a world where love has forgotten its place, lost all meaning, left floundering in the mud—courage has found its nirvanic horizon, its ruby flames rise up in the end~ Poetess
Destroyed, slain,
smashed and driven to the ground~
a brutal odyssey of dispiritedness
of rude awakenings endured
around this, fire kept burning within
intoxicating every vein in my body
when welled up eyes, pools of tears fallen
I was the ocean, the lone firebird that flies over
a lone star ablaze, weightless, free-spirited
and alas, rising from the ashes
in glorious splendor for all to observe and marvel
born outside rose walls, from wind, at night,
from red clay, the flowers and the mud,
weeds and roots they know my name
its not attention I seek, its resonance
smashed and driven to the ground~
ignored, displaced, and all but forgotten
and from this despair, I am the phoenix rising
f r o m t h e a s h e s are the gauze wings,
refined in sapphire gossamer velveteen
walls turn to rubble, no rose-stone left unturned,
left unseen is what most is valued, light sifts thru
I’ve won life’s prize—contentment's invaluable gifts
It's done.
The flame doused, tears ebbed.
The hour I dreaded has come,
All feelings end.
It's here.
Numbed by long desperation
Beyond all pain and fear,
Estranged from emotion.
It's eternal.
Deaf to murmurs and whispers
Of souls, infernal.
I rise beyond shivers.
Rabi, the Ever Rising Sun!
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Among thousands and thousands of stars
You are the one and only who shines
the brightest.
As the sun above our head is the
solar guardian
You are the same for our lives
to be that man .
The sun rises and sets everyday
not caring anyone
But you never sets remaining ever rising for everyone.
The sun gives us the day but he takes rest at night
While you stay ever rising in our life to make it like day light.
You are the sun of the land called Rabindranth to enlighten
Our lives, minds and hearts to be the complete men.
Dr. Dipak Dik, Kolkata, India.
the spotlight is yours
stars lose their twinkle power
as you steal their glow
Two hundred fifty years, is not so long
When measured by how far this country’s gone.
A perfect orthodoxy it has never been,
Yet the work of perfecting it won’t end.
Its greatness lives in what we choose to keep,
Led by grace and peace, not fires of greed.
Where truth is heard, not drowned by lies,
And common sense is not deaf or blind.
This is what keeps a nation free:
To know its full history, to truly see,
To understand, relate, and appreciate,
So knowledge leads us not to hate.
Look around and recognize the years,
The progress earned through hope and tears.
Of all the nations ever brought to birth,
America stands the greatest on this earth!
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