A pure white precious Opal
Met an Amethyst one day.
Amethyst loved the rainbow colours
That dazzled back her way.
A mesmerising iridescence
Met with purple calm.
Together they were beautiful,
Each with their own charm.
They trekked through many jewellery stores
But none of them would do.
They had bigger ambitions
Shared just between the two.
"We don't want to be cut down to size
For a pendant or a ring
Or become a decoration piece
Worn at a fancy gathering.
How about occasions rare and unique?
We'll bring awe to every town
When we are delicately placed, positioned
Well upon the royal crown!
We are not destined for greater things.
We are dreamers, that is all.
We call ourselves "The Midget Gems"
For the best things are small."
I put my arms around you, your heart melts into mine;
the borders of your anguish I can easily define.
There is no need for language explaining agony,
I perceive a griever’s heartache in black telepathy.
Your landscape is familiar, I know one similar
in the trackless barren places, in the lonely city spaces
where people neither know nor care.
I gleaned shriveled fruit from withered vines,
crushed, distilled, and drank the acrid wine.
I climbed the treeless summit, trekked the tundra of despair,
heard the mountain winds dark harmony
to a mourning mother’s keening prayer.
I know because my heart has heard
within its depths your soundless words.
Copyright, July 11, 2026
Living in the concrete jungle of the city’s thermal island
My five senses were stifled to almost lifeless and bland.
To perceive if all of them are still lively and working or not
I went from the city to the luring lap of nature I nearly forgot.
I trekked in the high Himalaya along the Tista river valley
Floating fragrance of spring flowers I smelled enthralled me.
The murmur of cascading streams on rolling boulders I heard
Pristine nature’s sound of music mingled with the song of bird.
The clumps of cloud curled up the valley soaking the green
My body mellowed at their soft touch seeping through skin.
Up above tree canopy the clouds melted in cool crystal rain
The drops were like elixir of heaven my taste buds still retain.
The crimson sun painted gold on Kanchajangha peak at morn
Beguiled and awed, I saw the Himalayan splendor being born.
I was then hovering in the gorgeous feeling of grand ecstasy
And realized content my five senses still survived within me.
He trekked life's seemingly endless slog,
and engaged cruel fate in a dialog.
He would measure and evaluate,
and conclude his luck was not so great,
until a raven, crow, or other bird,
said fate had the very last word.
“An enormous sea contained in constant motion;
global pic of the Pacific Ocean.”
quote by Poet
I’ve trekked some of the Pacific Ocean;
from San Diego to Victoria.
An enormous sea contained in contant motion
sporting Hawaii and Pretoria.
Vasco Balboa first claimed it
for Spain, and all the land around
Ferdinand Magellen named it
calm, peaceful sea was what he found.
Renowned for currents, trade winds, the Chinooks ,
the Santa Anas and the monsoons of Asia.
I’ve only read of them in geography books;
Need to know more, request a Japanese geisha.
Of all the oceans’ waters, the Pacific stores
in gallons, some one hundred eighty quintillion,
half, or to be more specific it scores
over prolific square miles, sixty-three million.
In all my study, it is true
to my surprise, land o’ Goshen
a monstrous area of mostly blue
Google: “global pic of the Pacific Ocean”.
LETTING LIFE BE NOT LIVED IN VAIN
Know that the righteous life you’ve been living,
Has not and could have never been lived in vain:
You’ve trekked shadowed valleys of ole death;
You’ve mastered many bridges of troubled waters;
You’ve conquered so many Sisyphus-like rocks;
And God has and never ever allowed you to fail:-
Thus, in the deemed storms ahead, fear no evils;
Just shift faith’s undying spirit of hope into high gear;
Turn on those ever splashing wipers—wiping out doubt.
And with divine wisdom and guidance, continue sojourning,
Continue in your humble labors of love you’ve been assigned;
And at journey’s end, be in thanksgiving grace for a vainless life:-
My dear Mama, oh so dear,
A mother true, always near.
From childhood's dawn till present day,
You guided us, showed the way.
With "Sugar Boy" by your side,
Together you led, with love and pride.
To "Oko Eti-ose" and "Oko Okuku" farms,
We trekked, with loaded arms.
The roads were long, the loads were heavy,
I cried, but you helped me be brave.
Coming home, with weary feet,
You soothed my tears, made our hearts meet.
With meager pay, as teacher true,
You and "Sugar Boy" saw us through.
Education's doors, you opened wide,
Degrees acquired, our futures inside.
In pain, you helped; in need, you gave,
Ensuring food, a roof to save.
Your partnership, a shining light,
Taught me teamwork, day and night.
You and Papa, a perfect pair,
United, selfless, beyond compare.
No difference, in love and care,
You both showed us, how to share.
May your days be long and bright,
Filled with joy, love's warm light.
We recognize, your sacrifices grand,
Thank you, dear Mama, hand in hand.
I walked the starry streets at night
Searching for words to describe you
Which bore no darkness but light
Words never heard by dew
I tried to listen to angels whisper
So I stand vigilant all day and night
Hidden under scented flowers
But nothing new landed on my sight
I swam the oceans and climbed the mountains
Trekked ten million miles to meet the sage
To the underworld and those who reigns
And the aliens land inside a cave
Men never knew such a beauty would exist
So, a name to describe you wasn't announced
Now I declare what that name is
But that sacred word, I can't pronounce
I journey in thoughts in breathless strolls
every turn straightened, and bumps made smooth
my life whose trust in God, faith controls
pass sparked eyes, climbed smiles, the wealth of souls
perks in life that gift my heart and soothe
Be the stills of the night that shades day
the noontime of Spring and Summer Eve
and Autumn colors having their weigh
to impress snowflakes, window display
roam throughout my blest years I achieve
At work, everything is play by play
but I shake and bake, easy as pie
friends for lunch at a sidewalk cafe
at the church, had communion and pray
then trekked home, smiling that satisfy
The internal spirit externals
the facts of my life great from the start
each passing day juices my kernels
joy jogged entries, my daily journals
when my life part, find me in your heart.
I watched a dog sweep across the land where no man stands;
So delicate in his every step—
He manoeuvred across it with a strange familiarity:
The mud to him was not a problem,
Though it clung to his feet like it was trying to drag him deep down.
He lifted his nose into the air to sniff the scent of death,
And trekked over lumps and bumps to find where a cold man lay.
He was half-enveloped already—
The living, breathing mud having started to swallow him whole—
Even the dog was able to tell his fate:
His breathing was quiet and he laid so eerily still; like a ghost.
Anything done now was too little too late.
So the dog, empathetic in its very being, lay down at his side,
To comfort him as he said his final prayers.
The dog let the man stroke him, watching (with fixed intent)
The shaky rise and fall of his chest—waiting for death.
Soon the blood exiting his pale body began to slow,
And the dog knew it was over. His job was done.
He had offered the one thing he could in his primitive being: mercy.
To a scared and lonely man, in the final moments
Of his short life.
He began a voyage to a land afar,
But on every step in his journey, he shrunk.
He wanted to go to a far distant star,
But soon diminished to the size of a skunk.
He climbed up on a slippery curtain rod,
Now just the width and breadth of a dappled mouse.
He slid off the rod into the hair of a dog
Who skipped and danced all the way out of the house.
He got smaller yet and befriended a flea
Who said, “sail the green sea to a secret land
Where creatures are much smaller than you can see,
And a million can live on a grain of sand.”
So, he then disappeared, getting smaller still,
And trekked through a forest of golden and brown,
And followed a twisty, turny trail until
He came to a window on the gate to a town.
The hinged portal opened, and a head popped out.
‘Twas an atom sized, gay and puppetty dog
Who hailed him, as a fish on a water spout
Said, “please sit down by this cranberry bog.”
A boy, from his sack, gave him a magic bean,
Which he put inside a stained-glass rainbow jar,
And got so small he was only again seen
As a gold ray of light from a distant star.
There's a journey that we all must take,
Where time and space are clearly fake.
When painful steps are trekked again,
While going back, as if only to begin.
The threshold crossed can't be seen by most,
As it borders imagination, from coast to coast.
This trail is carried by only memory to its map,
Since traveled rarely by others that avoid the trap.
So it becomes a solitary journey, being naked and alone,
Where you can see all the warning signs ...
and cast the first stone.
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
I’ve never climbed a mountain
Or gone up in a balloon
And if I never scuba dive,
Well, that will be too soon.
I’ve never rafted rapids,
Para-sailed or water-skied
And as for jumping off a cliff,
I just don’t see the need.
I’ve not trekked in the arctic
Or safaried with a guide
And if I said I wasn’t scared
Of all these things, I lied.
I marvel at adventurers;
They’re made of stronger stuff.
To read about or watch their exploits
Is, to me, enough.
Oh yes!
It's a trekked year—
As the lonely part bled to tear,
The wordless lane gripped my fear
Like a toddler who felt his mum left the dark room.
So Credit!
The day my cohorts for years
Left to face their arrears—
We sang and danced with cheers,
Carrying the thought, 'when is it again?'
After that!
None to say I host,
Everyone faces the royal coast
Just like a broken window
Our minds free the emotion flow.
I'm alive today!
My day is my dear,
Applauds to who were always there
This time is content of cheer
Spreading like a moving breeze.
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