The pen will always be useless
In hands callused by a sword.
You cannot unwrite a poem
Anymore than you can unstart a war.
There is a special bond
Between prose and broken bones,
Love letters and daggers,
Notes and stones.
Both can symbolize a promise
Of safety in kind.
Both carry the ability
To make their audience cry.
A soldier who has seen,
A poet who has told,
The pen and the sword are both mighty,
But neither promised to come home.
Their fates are decided
By those who wield,
A legacy left,
Is a legacy sealed.
leave me to the lingering
leave you to the stringing me along
there goes my vacancy of interest,
i’m caving for you.
there goes my weightless breath
it’s collapsing my throat now
throughout my thoughts of you.
since you’ve taken leave
i’ve found it convenient to withdraw
from my tendencies to chase you,
so i’m holding back.
my fingers still symbolize yours when
my heat arises and when i get alone
because i can’t exist in darkness
without your face behind my eyes.
Is Gold, Nature's favourite hue -
For new beginnings, and transitions too?
The gold of the sun - upon each new morn
And gold again - when the day is gone.
The flash of gold - before the green
In each new leaf-bud - barely seen.
Green turns gold - under autumn skies
Heralding leaf-fall before our eyes.
Little wonder then, that we turn to gold
To symbolize new beginnings - since days of old!
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
ACCESSIBLE EXPERIENCE-:-
rationality
intuition
cognitive
active
awareness
in LAYERS OF MEANING
symbolize
apparent
abstract
expanding
energy
adding REALMS OF FEELING
action
happenings
succinctly
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A faint light begins to appear on the horizon before the sun rises visibly. It is the chariot of sun arriving to herald dawn. A magical happening occurring every day that almost goes unnoticed. But look at the horses that pulled the chariot. They feel, credit goes to them to bring about demise of darkness and breaking forth of light of the day. (Horses symbolize sense organs and the mind minding them, a domain of ego claiming credit for all that happens). The truth is: it is the soul/atman that enables all of it. A voice within seems to say….
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Hold thy hyped horses
And feel not like a proud frog
Through diurnal courses,
Everything gets laid as logged,
Howl not, thou art but a cog.
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Musings | 23.05.2026 | day/dawn, darkness, horse, light, sun, Tanka
At the edge of the Thar desert’s sandy festoon,
the train of the ancient Aravalli hills cascades
with the undulating landscape of antique dunes,
cradles joyous Jaipur, the pink city of Rajasthan.
On carved hill-top mighty forts’ stone walls splay,
wrap the pictorial city portrait with history drape.
Aligned through the sculpted ornate gateways
the orthogonal roads symbolize cubic cityscape .
The archaic forts on the chiseled hill crest
stand like the regiment of outdated sentinels
on the ramparts of the glorious olden times,
embedded in the wind-scraped craggy ridges.
The tinsels of drizzling moonbeam in satin nights
paint murals with stardust on concrete canvas,
framed as silhouette on the smoky desert sky.
I’m charmed by the charisma of this colorful city.
God Paints The Sky
Have you ever wondered what it would be like on the other side?
Take time out to give thanks, and not to be blind.
I believe that in the morning God paints a sunrise.
In the evening in many colors, he paints the sky.
Be grateful for all that he has given.
Do all things without complaining.
Don’t follow the world and be materialistic.
Weare just passing through at the moment.
Stand strong and symbolize the cross.
From above he’s looking for the lost.
Be a mentor for those in need.
Be open minded to change along a new path and receive.
He is waiting for us to come home.
In a dark world we are not alone.
Wisdom is nourishment to the soul.
Maintain scripture for what it’s worth.
Everyday we are here, it’s a blessing.
He knows that burdens can be challenging.
Give all to him, for we are his.
For we are extraordinary with talents.
Show methe way on this journey.
Let the fire keep on burning.
Weare the light like a lamp.
I was lost but now I am found.
Of A Mocking Symbolic Justice’s Statue
Blindfolded justice,
Can’t symbolize equity
With unbalanced scales:
Such a torching mockery:
Blinding out democracy:-
Blinding justice
To unbalance equity,
Mocks democracy:
Poor humanity blinded
By such unjust mockery:-
He’s been on the lawn
Every year…for 40 years
A four foot tall plastic
Glowing, snowman
I sat with him yesterday
As he looked a bit down.
Asked “what’s up old friend?”
He sighed, slowly spoke
Asking “where are all my friends?”
“There are no angels across the street
No bells chiming down the way
I haven’t heard one Christmas carol
Or seen one silly Christmas sweater”
I hesitated to tell him
The Grinch had actually
Stolen Christmas
Or at least held its joy hostage.
He flinched when I told him
“some even take offense at you”
Because of what you symbolize,
What you stir in the hearts of children
Reawaken in the hearts of alleged adults.
My neighbors are trying to figure out
Why I was sitting on the lawn
Singing Frosty the Snowman
Loudly and somewhat off key
In the fruutful forest filled with trees,
Where Ogham inspire thoughtful action,
And Runes symbolize possibilities,
You draw your creative, illustrated card.
What is on that card?
May the colors of the leaves brighten your path.
The yellow Sun nourishes your mind,
And the Moon awakens your insight.
Two Swords denote a choice,
But the wise Fool takes the Druidic journey.
Numbers convey results,
And the Cup runneth over.
Let the Totem Wolf guide your way in dreams.
May the cat provide grace.
The colors of the sky--celestial blue, royal purple, and pumpkin orange,
With fluffy, cottony white clouds,
Each moving above this sacred site,
A spiritual home embodied in the mind, in dreams, and in the tactile world.
Feel the Spiraling designs of the ancient Stones.
As your ancestors guide you,
And nature entices you,
Bringing you home from your journey,
With nature's solemn, green embrace.
So be it.
Grind ,grind the nuts
Extracted to flavor
The dough
To symbolize there
Togetherness a flavor
My Beau has made
Grind, Grind the nuts
Might a world explore
Mi buns
Grind, grind the nuts
Then they'll know why
They've come
Scandalous my dear
Prince
A world for you and me
The profits from exploration
Wealth a world to see
Oh cello play sweet in evening
Might all wish to hear
Lover keep me submissive
To whisper nothing's in
Your ear
Grind, Grind the nuts
Extract there delicious flavor
Might my husband love me
And I'm number one in his
Favor
I am finding my gratitude in the Beatles
and the pure white dove…
who stand for peace,
for pacifism
and who understand and symbolize
to make the world a better place
all we need is love.
The Saint Lucia flag reflects the tropical sky,
with the colour blue representing fidelity
and the emerald waters
of the Atlantic Ocean and Caribbean Sea.
Gold represents the prevailing sunshine
and, of course, prosperity.
The triangles, they symbolize mountains,
the Soufriere twin Pitons,
and the people's hope and aspirations.
While there, couldn't help but smile,
for tho' located north of the equator,
with my eyes on an unusual sight
where, low on the horizon, and with clear skies,
I saw the Southern Cross every night.
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.
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