Tomorrow is simply a taunt
of questions asked long ago,
maybe the anwers bring tempest
or maybe an extravaganza
ready to be played with great zeal;
relax in the shade of the chiquichiqui*
our anwers will come as they must,
with patience we'll greet the new day!
*a type of palm tree
We find deep inside ourselves
The traits of ancestors therein dwells
Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair
Our stature from … who knows where?
What we claim as thought process
We may be forced to re-address
Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see,
Our newer minds to think like he.
Our gait, as we walk around
Has origins in history bound
Great-aunt Edna, strolled about
With identical strides – long and stout.
And talents that we think so fine
Are not all yours, not all mine
For somewhere in our ancestry
There lay originality.
Our composition, it is made
Of melded steel that made our blade
For all our ancestral kin
Provided steel to place therein
We flaunt individuality
But in truth, it’s not just we
‘Tis ages of posterity
That comprise our totality
Postured wherewithal's
infant eyes give parental praise
we gleam togetherness
weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who will not follow their rules
deride and treat them as self-righteous fools
certainly some will call this blasphemy
which should result in incapacity
removal of the right to live and breathe
to do any ungodly thing I please
while others may react slightly more gentle
needing to indoctrinate this fellow
fill me to the brim with scriptures and verse
before my condition becomes much worse
coming right back to the totality
that driving need to measure all which be
inevitably to count, sift and sort
that which their true religion should abort
keeping it all very crisp, neat and clean
creating an accounting-of-souls dream
I for one have no evil scheme or wish
within the sacrilegious pond to fish
fully content to not bother the gods
measuring of totality and odds
momentary clarity
seeing i’m human after all
grandeur drowned in mortality
i am all totality
i’m nothing at all
yes, feeling small
the largest of feelings
the hardest for telling
foretelling my futures
complexity looming
chaos consuming
hope always blooming
at the last minute
not done till i’m finished
never give up the ghost
just because you’ve lost hope
over the horizon
fixing my eyes again
flesh spirit battle weary
soul, hold me, onward dreary
love, you’re a mystery
a curse and a gift to me
the wind that keeps lifting me
the waves always drifting me
connected to feeling
in body, in realness
ethereal madness
fading some, can i grasp this
can you grasp?
i don’t ask this
my last breath, my life passed then
never to ask when
in an age, in an afternoon
breath fleeting leaving soon
inspiration the gentle moon
good night sweetly gripping me
i am all totality
If
For an instant
I could feel
The totality
Of your love
Would I be
Overcome
By my woman
In all her majesty
When it all appears to you, Then we'll start to fade
Throes upon the stack of all this language we engraved,
We're closer to the moon, Expose to the eyes of space
Praying it takes us back enough to save us from another day.
When it all disappears to you, Then we all look dismayed,
Throngs along the pack desolve a language we create,
We are closer to the sun, Exposure to the time in space,
Praying it takes us back even if our angels wings are fake.
OUR TINY LITTLE MOON CIRCLES THE EARTH.
IT'S BEEN DOING SO SINCE THE TIME OF IT'S BIRTH.
FOR FOUR BILLION YEARS SOME WILL SAY FIVE.
OUR TINY LITTLE PLANET IS STILL HERE ALIVE.
THE GREAT STATE OF IDAHO STOOD RIGHT IN THE PATH.
ONCE IN A LIFETIME IF YOU WORK OUT THE MATH.
TREASURE THE YEAR TWENTY SEVENTEEN.
MILLIONS GATHERED TO WITNESS THE SCENE.
THE MONTH WAS AUGUST ON THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY.
POET MICHAEL E. HARRIS DESCRIBED IT THIS WAY.
IN A TINY LITTLE PLACE, IN A TOWN NAMED WEISER.
I STOPPED TO WITNESS A REAL CROWD TEASER.
THE MOON WILL PASS BETWEEN EARTH AND SUN.
AND JUST FOR A MOMENT IT ALL BECOMES ONE.
DAY AND NIGHT AT THE VERY SAME TIME.
THE STARS COME OUT TO SPARKLE AND SHINE.
BIRDS WILL STOP CHIRPING THE TEMPS WILL COOL DOWN.
TOTAL AMAZEMENT WHEN YOU LOOK UP FROM THE GROUND
I know--wrong from the start,
for who might dare to seek, to share
a summary of paradise revealed
from just a breath of the divine
whatever that might be.
It has to do with silence--
readiness to listen as
a cup of graciousness is poured
somewhere beyond the world we know,
beyond all time and space. Each one of us,
completion of the universe, each one
of absolute necessity, unborn
unending--recipient of a beneficence
that reaches joyfully across
the galaxies forever. With a creation
ever new, they too without an end.
Such the antidote for sleepless nights.
Slipping away, awareness of the self,
eclipsed in awe that Dr. Dyer knew,
it is creation ever new, yet formed
a thousand ages past in tumbling space
ourselves conmingled, in totality.
I covet peace in every heart,
indeed my own as well, outgoing
with the consciousness of wisdom,
knowing arms are not for taking
but receiving all the joy contained
within the solitary act of love.
~
The riot was within.
Not getting along with social
revolution you would lie
on purple patch without seeking
any privy.
Who were the barbarians
which were going to release
the brutal pattern of bloodshed
during sunset on
the lake ?
A mistrial will dispatch
the violence and you will drop
dead on the dirt path leading
to bed of roses. A theme will
wait for the signing of the book.
Someone punched you in solar
plexus. You said, I don’t
die daily to live.
Satish Verma
"The totality
with reference to the time
from starting to the end
of wishes, desires and passions is called life"
There is a God-Man from Galilee
Who totally, passionately loves me
What can I do to love Him too?
Worship, praise, steadily pursue
Let thoughts of Him be in totality
Inspired by ~Skat~'s contest
Not an entry....
Mysteriously
Your endless twilight lives on
Automatically
LOVE softens the heart,
Dissipates anger,
Vanquishes hate.
It heals where it touches
Giving joy,giving life
And is manna to the soul....
Love is not self-contained,
Not captured, it is free.
It reaches in,extends out
To touch all with its'being,
It is the centre of everything...
Love never wanes
But is perpetual,
It fulfils,sustains,
Bringing order
Where there is chaos,
Calm where there is storm.
Love commands
And love is resolute.
But never unyielding.
Its' ability allies with wisdom
Its sublimity is in MERCY-
The willingness to forgive.