In the midst of life's troubles
one feels lost among the fog
so many routes filter through
making conclusions like a daily log
One wants always to understand
thinking it's our right to know
but we can live without this fact
for the seed of knowledge just won't sow
To understand we don't need
press the button that says delete
ponder anew on one's self
peace will come head to feet
Remember this wise quote
written insightfully by Tanya Brown
indeed 'some things just are'
take it to heart so don't get down
Rub out the need to understand
be as yourself to find real peace
taking that step to letting go
you know it'll bring real ease
“Delete the need to understand.
We don’t need to understand
everything. Some things just are.”
(Finding Peace Amid the Chaos,
Tanya Brown)
I have come to be real-in-my-eyes,
eyes that only half see,
yet only the half blind may see themselves.
The fine hairs of apperception,
those metaphorical hat brims pulled low
over smiling eyes
hide nothing from deeper insights.
In the moment of looking
I see only that looking,
yet that view is broad, rimless
encompasses all
the mind can develop of reality.
Perception in its narrow lens,
its fractional calibrated cogs
within cogs
fades like a ghost on a white board
that wide-eyes rub out with a blink.
Nothing gets trapped
in a past way of seeing.
Only a clear looking-glass remains,
and it but waits for a wholeness
to shatter its frame.
Comfortable spaces
Familiar places
So much effort
Same old faces
So uninspired
This way of living
Kind of restrictive
Barely giving
Repetitive going ons
To waste the day
Uncreative being this way
So uninspired
Passions tamed
Subdued interest
Going about it
Lacking zest
So uninspired
Go with the motion
Practical thinking
Rub out imagination
So uninspired
Things to do
Places to be
No time for that
What's for dinner?
Can we?
So uninspired
But unrelenting
They will not cease
The imagination
A beautiful breeze
The marmite Contest... 20/08/21....sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
George Floyd
Name of the time
To remove the obnoxious word
"RACE, CASTE"
From the world dictionary of unkind,
From the scripture of beastly mind
Yes
George Floyd
Name of the rub out forever
The killer ism "RACISM, APARTHEID"
Distressful human forgets
The dangerous nCoV-19
There died many, dying and will die.....
Nevertheless
None afraid of that saboteur virus
They are on the street of protest
By the slogan for humanity
Through the procession of unity
Cause there everyone knows-
RACISM is the most hazardous than any other virus
Oh the sky is very sulky
The ground is alive bitterly
Weather playing there unscrupulous death role
Dwellers choke human rights forgetting timing goal
No, no way to live safe
For a peaceful world please come
Have to come to rub out
the word "HATE" forever
Have to forget, yes,
have to forget to say-
"I hate you because
You are a Hindu
You are a Buddhist
You are a Jew
You are a Christian
You are a Muslim.......
You are a black or a white
You are an African or an Asian or an Australian or an American or a European....."
06.06.2020 Chattogram
I remember her eyes
as i broke her heart
i felt the blood stop moving through my body
my heart a pounding lion
seemed to flutter to a stop
time stood in audience
and the scene now still
plays continually in my mind
no eraser to rub out past mistakes
no words can offer comfort
Trust broken and beaten gulps for breath
My soul is heavy laden
for i destroyed the beauty of true love
and name myself
monster
Sorry flirts easily from my lips
but words cannot convey
the shame i feel
for the heart i broke that day
I dream
a dream of sage
poetic sage in the ocean
of words, pure and eternal
breaths to breaths, steps to steps
sounding through the wave of life
-"Rub out the Hate, the Vengeance
from your poetic words
and fill up with LOVE"
and I am on that
dreamy living
path.
-November 28, 2018 Chattogram
O' dear, come
Seek holiness inside of you
Seek holiness outside of you
Rub out the rust of stubborn mind
Wash off the dust of soul, find
yourself and be cleaned,
Be the crystal bin of GOD in living tide
for both slide (life and after life).
-October 14, 2018 Chattogram
A politician's life is such a sham,
His every campaign speech is a scam.
He runs for office unleashing radical rants and raves,
Then votes the party line, so as not to make any waves.
And then there's the little matter of his sex life,
Which gets so upgraded in D.C., he forgets he has a wife--
Not to mention four sensitive, innocent children,
Who learn the hard way what their father's really skilled in.
He's not averse to taking bribes to meet his basic needs,
Most of which are fueled by primal lust or insatiable greed;
Yet when it comes to getting tough on criminals and crime,
He heads up all the campaigns to rub out grease and grime.
Just one thing about a politician is consistent:
To reasoned discourse he is absolutely resistant;
For after all is said and done, when the chips are down,
He knows that you know -- he ain't nothin' but a hound!
A house is a home when love is in place
And children are singing songs of delight.
Laughter comes squealing with grins on each face.
Parents and children with wide eyes embrace.
New hopes and sweet dreams on youngsters alight.
A house is a home when love is in place.
Fears and bad dreams may on some nights encase.
Wise words, good parents, can rub out night’s fright.
Laughter comes squealing with grins on each face.
There is no love that could ever replace
Mother and father with love shining bright.
A house is a home when love is in place.
If ever you think your heart has no grace.
Stand by your family; never take flight.
A house is a home when love is in place.
Laughter comes squealing with grins on each face.
12/23/2016
Holier than thou
Not giv’n to pray, they were grey monks
‘Mid the holy band, ole’ Father John
Who was a gansta and wanksta,
Held command with some merry wives
That were healed of un-upright-nesses
Of them was Johanna selle her belle chose
And walke as fresh as is a red rose.
Many ministered unto him their substance.
Such was then pious lusty man of this crowd
This monk possess’d such wond’rous pow’r
To rub out the sin that Satan chalk’d upon
And gave fresh license to start afresh.
Near, in a farm house liv’d this gay dame
Quite clever in throwing a spanner in works
Father John sought the cell ev’ry week
Once a thump at the door, the husband came
Who was dodgy and a nutter
Punished the father with his thick stick.
Till he confessed "no he’d play the priest".
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August 24, 2014
Form: Free Verse
to fight for your rights
not a easy task
you do rub out of gas
the faith do last
that was the pass
to have this say
thing going our way
LOOK AT US TODAY
A pencil to write my own little story
An eraser to rub out the bad patches
Sketch the **** bits with love and care
Far and gone with my own lone soul
Live for myself each every moment
No complaints or regrets to cherish
Peace to embrace with a self talk
Expectations zeroed in each walk
Breathe my vibes, listen to soul
Ignorance no longer lingers heart
Silence does a better chit chat
Answers clear to unasked queries
Faith holds tight life’s history
No reasons, no explanations
Far and gone like never before
Walking miles without being told
Hand in hand company to soul
Self realizes the worth untold
Purity fills the misty open space
Free like a bird moving ahead
Far and gone…with no one
But self…to learn the significant
Of loving oneself first.
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