Weighing in on this bout, here in this, our little galaxy
Because there has to be doubt with all the stars you see
The billions and billions or so at least now they think
Probably more like trillions which all started in a blink
From one, minuet, little speck came a mass undefinable
Even a moon that would reflect especially when it's full
But billions of galaxy's too from that inconsequential dot
In feeling His warming sun upon you as it burns so hot
Life seems to be everywhere but only in this one special place
Nothing else can compare as all the scientist can't come to face
For it would be a strange case as only such life overflows here
Yet even in not finding a single trace to these guys it's still not clear
It's expanding faster now you know, even after some 15 billion years
For this is all God's amazing show as just now it's shifting gears
The rest would be such a reach terming it an impossible probability
Be careful who you let teach with the eye's that God gave you to see
Categories:
terming, beauty, simple,
Form: Rhyme
I've died in a thousand dreams
I've strolled on a million lands,
I've committed innumerable minute errors-
That have pulled my life into a quick sand.
Teachers punished me for various wrong doings,
Friends treated with disrespect for the unspeakables;
Parents have hung their heads in shame
Trying to cover up my actions, terming them with different labels.
Elders have been outraged by the shocking arrogance
Girls have fled from the insolent behavior,
God has also shunned this eccentric soul-
Leaving me to be my 'own life's seer'!
Obstacles have deterred me from achieving salvation
Society has kept me in an unremitting exile,
Failures have shattered tiny bubbles of hopes,
Degrading it to a baffling journey of countless miles!
There isn't a tragedy that has eluded me,
There isn't a thunderstorm that hasn't passed by my door,
I've been 'long dead' in the books of the cowards,
No, I'm alive, standing unscathed, asking for 'more'!
Categories:
terming, introspection, people, me, me,
Form: Bio
A people without a god
I ask you to serve our goddess,
to pay the dues of our kinds,
leaving those western men you call priests and imams at the expense of our shrine masters
and their fabulous incantations,
pouring wine at our ancestral shrines,
perhaps dance the formidable tunes of our “Nfehveh;”
But you rather preferred the Yahweh and Allah of our western compatriots, soaring with
them … just feeling happy,
getting in motion with their beloveds rhythmic melodies,
placing all evil curses on me and calling me an animist;
Forgetting the good old past of our ancestors that have sunk into this stock of past events,
terming our tradition an enemy of progress
and changing the dancing path of our marvelous “samba;”
Besides,
time may have change
but the past is still part and parcel of life
and it hurts more when you grow wild ignoring me,
giving me impressions that I need redemption;
To be continued...
Categories:
terming, faithme, allah, me, ,
Form: Free verse
Philosophy
Philosophy
To Jesus Christ who Borned me.
I can no remember,what has not occurred.
I do no Prohisize,what will never happen.
Philosophy.From the Tomb.
I do not remember,what I never learned.
I can never Prophisize what is gone away.
All we know for certain is Today.
All my yearning never learning is just dust.
All my terming, labeling,and listing is
just this,A kiss.
A quiet ending bliss,Death, completeness.
Philosophy.From this room.
A turmoil over quickly,Life, eternity,
flowing from my fingers to this written word.
A sword of letters formed.
A poet leaving his messages in blood.
a Flood of images .Life. Heaven.
Philosophy.
Charles Robert Hice
Categories:
terming, peace, philosophy, sad,
Form: Free verse