retirees
free to fly -
seniority
Crayon Box Dreams started song of my life.
Song sung from carefree innocent childhood.
Mellifluous music, I couldn’t wipe.
That ran in prelude-interlude-postlude.
Childhood passed, entered in adolescence.
World extended, becoming brighter broader.
Life spreading scattering different essences.
Youth showing colourful spectrum in splendour.
Vibrant dynamic youthful days were gone.
Ran sublime serene seniority.
Lost importance in next generation.
Felt misfit holding no priority.
Crayon Box Dreams still calling in last phase.
But all obsoleted : Dragging dull days.
New life from womb to pass
through childhood and youth
and then with time merging
to serene seniority
or premature end at any time
facing ruthless truth.
Or inevitable death to meet
after attaining maturity !
Anyway ending in tomb.
Sense of awareness more or less
achieved at last phase,
Source is introspection !
All preserved and reserved
treasures of heart
are destined to be left
at end of journey of life.
Yet last console of soul
is the wishful realisation:
Reincarnation,
not extinction.
01/21/23
MY L OST YOUTH
Marvellous moments of youth mesmerized mind.
Youth joyous jubilant exuberant.
Lovely lively young days did not last long.
Ongoing time reminded adieu of youth.
Started stepping slowly to seniority.
Time fixes every phase of life..
Yearned for youth to prolong.
Oblivious hankering for each persona.
Ultimate loss of youth was inevitable.
To be tuned and toned with old age .
Humble holy heart had learnt to honor seniority.
11/ 29/ 21
" Y " New poem
Contest by Constance La France
This Sensitive depression,
It alters my progression,
In a rather an oppressing fashion....
As a shadow, as a figure,
It's always there...
While Me - it's trying to bewilder.
I'm the pray, I'm the soul
One that will feel of most
By which I will
Fall into it with heart and bone.
I'm
Suppressing it with my serotonin meth,
Trying to escape, this chasing depression.
It's upmost the most oppressing,
So I need to be so defensive.
It's plausible to return
It's up to me to try to refrain.
To retain my peace is what I have to learn.
I'm the vulnerable being
Only feeling a lot while I'm feeling
Through others, through innermost self,
My conscience persevering consistently ,
While it's triggered ... emotionally
With every emotion, every breath,
Trying to escape with my supreme in-depth art,
Alone in my seniority, keeping myself from falling apart.
I'm keeping an optimist in me, it is hard.
I adore kindness, I adore life.
That is why I will continue to fight.
~Oct 2019
I was once a cub
Whose teeth can't even bite a cobb.
Timid, weak, playful and shy,
Though brave enough not to ever cry;
But that doesn't mean lions don't feel pains,
But we turn all pains to gains,
For when the prey is fallen
Then would a bountiful dinner be gotten;
You see, the words of a poet are deep,
And has stamina that could tread even the weirdest steep.
Every letters are embroidered with riddles and beauty,
All phrases bear the stamp of pure gift and creativity;
The lion's book of rhymes opens a new page
For 'tis time for the king of rhymes to climb the stage.
Every roar is an ascertained stance of authority,
Every claw flexed- a pose of seniority
It feels difficult,
and more urgent in advanced single age,
when mind and root dominant chakras,
perhaps highest and deep best,
conspire against heart
and root resonant chakra,
Difficult
to conspire toward short term positive outcomes
such seniority should actively deploy
and then peacefully enjoy
While also entertaining
how to deeply respirate toward long term
resilient incoming
and resonant outgoing relationships
such wise elders
could fluidly compassion
With non-violent communication,
win/win cooperative ecopolitical development
conjoining these places
spaces
traces toward one's own theological temples
Are another's inviting ecological
co-relational passion
of mind
and heart
and deep rooting chakras.
Womb to Tomb
New life from womb to pass through childhood and youth
and then with time merging to serene seniority
or premature end at any time facing ruthless truth.
Or inevitable death to meet after attaining maturity
07/27/20
Fourth Place
***
'Four Lines' Contest by Constance La France
This Sensitive depression,
It alters my progression,
In a rather an oppressing fashion....
As a shadow, as a figure,
It's always there...
While Me - it's trying to bewilder.
I'm the pray, I'm the soul
One that will feel of most
By which I will
Fall into it with heart and bone.
I'm
Suppressing it with my serotonin meth,
Trying to escape, this chasing depression.
It's upmost the most oppressing,
So I need to be so defensive.
It's plausible to return
It's up to me to try to refrain.
To retain my peace is what I have to learn.
I'm the vulnerable being
Only feeling a lot while I'm feeling
Through others, through innermost self,
My conscience persevering consistently ,
While it's triggered ... emotionally
With every emotion, every breath,
Trying to escape with my supreme in-depth art,
Alone in my seniority, keeping myself from falling apart.
I'm keeping an optimist in me, it is hard.
I adore kindness, I adore life.
That is why I will continue to fight.
Rose
October 2019
INEVITABLE
New life appears welcoming childhood
meeting arrogant youth merging to serene seniority
or to face abrupt end at any time.
From womb to tomb leaving obituary.
02/27/20
Second Place
'Poe-etic Verse' Contest by charles messina
My Nieces and Nephews
This is just a little rhyme,
That will make more sense in time,
A little keepsake from my heart to yours,
To remain with you as your mind matures,
So you will always see, what you mean to me,
So you will always no, my love for you as you grow,
At times you may mistake my authority, as simply strict seniority,
But remember it’s because your happiness is my priority,
I will always be your protector and defender,
Surrounding you with my love so tender,
No matter the disaster, together we will triumphant and master,
I will always endear every second that you’re near,
To fill your life with love laughter and all things nice,
To push you forward so you succeed at life,
To hold your hand in the darkness of strife,
I promise to be the best auntie I can be,
To love you as much as you love me,
Dedicated to my beloved nephews and nieces,
Our families best master pieces.
I do not see beauty the same as you.
My eyes were raised differently.
What I perceive is of my growing up,
from youth to seniority.
However, if I say someone,
does not turn my head.
You accuse me of terrible things.
You want to slap me and squall.
However, I do not see beauty the same as you.
My eyes were raised differently.
What kind of nose do you find cute?
It may not work for me.
The color of the skin may be too pale,
or too dark.
My eyes were raised differently.
You have to give me some leeway,
not act enraged.
Then again, you may run with an earth-toned crowd.
Alternatively, one of all colors fused.
Moreover, refuse to understand.
It is not racism or bigotry.
It is a fact.
That my eyes were raised differently.
Times they are so much a-changing
as Dylan proposed Bob and not Dylan
who was a genius but also a drunkard
When black seems white
and white appears black
grey silver hair is reaching
its tune and completion
Tim is told he needs a new quartet
Time Place Reason and Feeling
And yet he sings the Seniority Blues
Age is surely no achievement
and youth no transgression
but the pendulum has swung
dialectics require constant change
Surely he needs to hand over the baton
Baton Rouge? Baton Royal Marine? Beating retreat?
Why should he go with the proverbial times
when the times refuse to go with him?
Tim prefers intuition over merely following the crowd
03rd October2018
Reference to:
Bob Dylan 'The times they are a-changing'.
Dylan Thomas, the Welsh writer.
Baton Rouge in Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
('Me and Bobby Mac Gee' written by Kris Kristofferson
but more convincingly sung by Janis Joplin).
WHEN I AM OLD
When I am old, left no expectation.
Two wings as body and mind can't cope up,
attaining physical limitation.
Zealous mind still young energetic sharp.
In youth, ’When I am old’: Unthinkable.
Arrogance dynamism rushing restless.
Old age sure to come, inevitable,
static seniority to access.
Body needs support and help, when I am old.
Now afraid of sickness seeking favor.
Sense of self- jealousy, when youth was bold.
and flowers of success bloomed in flavor.
Now to seek solace to find a place worth,
just to fit myself at least not to brood
Cold days, colder nights, coldest mind wish warmth.
and to respond last bell in happy mood.
07/28/18
Some people
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.
So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.
So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.
So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.
So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.
So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism
So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.
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