LATE AGAIN GAUTAMA BUDDHA
I am late again Gautama's teachings
Where’s this child? All I found was Dukkha, karma, nirvana
A man crucified. A well-rounded God
Those who would rid our schools curriculum
Of Kipling n' Tennyson,
Are damned and stupid thieves
Robbing theirselves and their charges
Of, the poetry and history, that
History does contain.
And with it goes, the wisdom of ages
Beyond reason,
Undreamt of, in a present devoid
Of,
Curiosity and understanding.
Oh what a mockery is the church of England..With its un-holy trinity.' Has
Beens..Or never beens in fact? where
A man, called a king is the head.'
Was andrew the second in command?
With an arch-bishop the third person
No wonder the whole thing is dead..'
A festering mass, of false teachings
Leperous liturgys; and sour coffe
mournings.!
Laugh when you still can for the world will make you cry
Do something different even when you feel it’s not worth the try
Don’t be a part of some gossip where people want to pry
Words of wisdom will come to few
But from someone’s life you can pick up a cue
Live a life so simple that there is left not a single due
Sometimes it’s good to sit alone and eat
Especially when on another’s plate you would be meat
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but with grace accept defeat
Many people, don’t try to please
And the crooked man’s palms don’t ever grease
With an honest penny you can live with ease
Not everyone is bold and beautiful
Its ok to be shy and dutiful
Trust me, there is a God who is bountiful
A cracked and empty skull
makes a beautiful flower pot,
desk tidy or paperweight.
Place a nightlight in that osseus cave
and it will become a small table lamp.
Through the ages
monks have harvested skulls;
some sanctuaries and chapels
are built on human bones
and the skulls form their central alter.
Mystics understand
that this is the ultimate jaw-dropping sermon.
The human skull reminds us that death leaves
its own gravestones.
We can grin back at that once visible face
pondering its ever static tidings
to wit, that this rattling boneyard dream
simply must have its One Last Word.
November brings the end of Autumn, but its own inspiring beginning
A flurry of wildlife are around to watch, all preparing for winter
The bare trees expose distant views of mountains and open skies
Brilliant colors of sunrises and sunsets, days of beginnings and endings
There is a calmness in the cool air, as it prepares for snowflakes to arrive
It is a time of unity, while Thanksgiving brings us together in gratitude
Still, tints of color remain on the trees and ground, so we do not forget
The brook is singing loudly, before ice grips the edges with shining crystals
It offers a time to reflect on good memories the previous seasons created
It's a time of hope with opportunity for all new adventures ahead to explore
A month of its own, just as each of us our own person, can bring this to others
Our season to begin, to reveal, to express and show the special things
Among the differences that exist, in our lively, purposeful existence!
11/1/22
November's Teachings
Entry for November poetry contest. Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
He sat in a boat at the edge of the sea,
The people thronged Him,
They hungered for His words,
His words flooded the gloom cloaked in them,
They filled the fissures that ran in them,
They were saddled with life's weights,
They were victims of circumstances,
Troubled by life’s vicissitudes,
They were in search of a saviour,
They desired a deliverer,
Spiritual gatherings were
uncommon in those days,
At the end of His teaching,
He told the sea men to launch their nets,
The life beneath gave heed,
They ran into the nets,
They yielded themselves for a catch,
They obeyed His call.
July 13, 2022.
Mr. Armstrong
an alien unseen
wrote with my pen
saying frog legs
are an order undone...
so what would it mean
if the play of the day
played out onscreen
would the Stonehenge astronaut
know where to begin
gone for so long
dragon Sang
Sung that song
and so what of
the Jedi Queen
away on holiday
in the space between
"it's hardly two worlds"
to know where I've been...
"so hear I am
to appear amid
the four-seen"
The way up, is down
Even if only on your knees
Believe this, in Jesus Sermon,
Matthews (5,6,7): humble like these
Children, said He: you are One
Of a kind, His masterpiece
But everyone he made alike as peas
Along with this Earth Pod. I know
I also fought, once against two
I slipped, but enemies saw me fall
I kicked rapidly on my back, they flew
Like vultures in terror of a predator
I was uplifted, my faith grew
Because as I fought, I yelled JESUS
EACH KICK RENEWED His energy
Yet I went, later, the very same day
Apologized I had failed and fallen
Saving two beautiful friendships
For a moment twisted by all our pride
But the fall reevaluated my relationships:
I was down, not out, Lord has my back & hide
A big thank you to all those who crushed my desires,
Now my mind is calm with minimum one requires
A big thank you to all those who criticized me,
Now criticism doesn't hurt, positive I see
A big thanks to those who never helped me in need,
They made me strong, of expectations I am freed
A big thank you to every one who made me cry,
Now I have resolved to be happy till I die
A big thanks to all those who were bluntly selfish,
Now I have no wants, I know none are unselfish
A big thank you to all the deaths I saw in life
Now I enjoy every moment even in strife
A big thank you to miseries that made me plod
They made me wiser, I felt agape love of God.
Now I miseries of life, I no longer loathe
They teach realities of life, augment our growth
27.07.2021
12 syllables per line checked at PS syllables counter
Rhymes checked at Rhymezone
L MILTON HANKINS
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE
To whom it may concern,
These are lessons to learn.
our life vest expired
yet, young and hopefuls declare
wisdom eternal
Kindergarten logic twists narrative indoctrinating the young
in how to tell their parents to behave at home
threatening such behaviour turns against family values
in favour of this one sided view that alters the truth
Stars
twinkling
eyes of God
on the far space
to observe earth state.
Dark on the earth
can't live long
in fair
eyes.
-September 12, 2018 Chattogram
You told me I was wise
When I spoke of what you Taught me
But the moment I made my own truth
You stopped listening.
Kale Brereton
August 5, 2018
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