Near a distant sun
Under an uncontaminated crystalline sky
Exists a world without me
Where the viridescent grass ages unchallenged
Wears wizened beards
And bows only to the wind
Where the waters crash when you thirst to surf
Smooths when you desire to paddle
And ripples towards shore when you’re heading home
Where zebras change their stripes daily
From neon green to psychedelic purple
Or any color in between
Where the “H” on a building simply symbolizes “Help”
And is a communal gathering place
Where anyone can ask and receive assistance with anything
Where government is synonymous with communication
Leadership is synonymous with service
And opponent is synonymous with respect
But, this distant inhabitation,
Magnificent as it may be
Lacks Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi
Two sons and a daughter that have shone so bright
That they must have burned themselves into my pupils
Since they are always in my sight
So, I turn from this distant scene
A dream without an imperfect me
Because,
A world full of wonders
Will always fall short of wonderful
Without the likes of Caleb, Adam, and Kelsi
Such is this world we live in
innocence is removed so young
such a sad thing to see
in our day this wouldn't be among
Among us of few generations past
uncontaminated would be our state
our innocence kept intact to stay
at least till our teenage date
But today innocence is gone so early
it's never to return not again seen
youngsters know so much at young age
it seems already they have been
At times you want to turn clock back
at a time uncontaminated by this age
when things were simple and contented
then your life journey is at it's first page
But alas this can't be done
as the world moves so fast
we're caught up in its trap
indeed our die is cast
(''For he hears the lamb's innocent call
And he hears the ewe's tender reply'')
WILLIAM BLAKE
Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world.
Prejudices, biases, and bigotry
ran high and rampant -
in times of unrest and hardship.
Why are some so thoughtless?
I realize that hate is not something
that is natural to us.
From the early beginning of life,
that spontaneously sprung into existence.
Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst
in a silent crack on the sidewalk.
Back then, we were still -
uncontaminated by the evils -
as we grew older, in some,
they took roots and planted the seeds
of ignorant stereotypes.
Put in place and cultivated,
by the very society we live in.
With the numberless amounts of fertilizers
that society fed to them,
they began inciting hate and prejudices.
In the end, all those efforts resulted in violence.
Purposely released upon those
of difference, be it of
race, religion, or sexual orientation,
that can't bend to its will,
in its own disillusioned image.
Hate, intolerance, prejudice, bias, and bigotry -
from forth its heart
it unleashed onto the world -
fear, unrest, violence,
and ultimately, destruction.
permeable
layers
brown&grey
white light
lineages
in the
infinite
moving
creation
leitmotiv
uncontaminated
ahistorical
intermittent
tensions
twixt
reality
&
enlightenment
I held you so tight and so hard and so close to me that I could not let go
My arms would not come undone and your cloak of discontent half covered my body
My ears could not hear and my eyes could not see you screaming at me to let go
I did not know who I was anymore, only that if I held tighter maybe the sadness would subside
You had to break my grip and pry my fingers off
You had to stamp your feet and push me away
Immediately I was as if drowning and gasping for air
I did not even know if I remembered how to breathe in on my own
Yet I stood up and I took that first breath
I breathed in the fresh uncontaminated air of freedom
I savored the rush of wind into my lungs and the sweet exhale of my own breath
I threw up my arms towards the sky and unclenched my hands
I stared up at the clouds soaring light and free
My first taste of new freedom was the best gift you ever gave me
I shouted up into the vast blue sky
I am free! I am me! I have possibilities!
Written - March 1, 2021 -10 PM
A sparkling gem
In the middle of
The dull and mundane
It shines through,
Even on the darkest days
But still, no one notices
Its beautiful brilliance
It doesn't get stained
By the ugliness around
But that's what they want
It to become, dirty like
All the rest of them
The pure, uncontaminated stone
That had done nothing
To anybody else
Is continually tossed
Around like it is just
Any other ordinary,
Regular-looking rock
The unappreciated pretty
Little gemstone then
Becomes muddied over time,
No longer able
To keep up its shine
So it turns into
What everyone had wanted
Another piece of nothing
Stained by the world
Never to be how
It once was before
The beautiful, perfect gem
Became the small, boring
Rock you step on when
You go out your door
12.21.2020
Look up! My willing heartsoftest breath
Awaken to aGREAT CONJUNCTION
800 year cycleTwo celestial marblesJupiter & Saturncomplex expansion-restriction relationship
converge onThe longest night - Winter Solstice - The shortest daylight
Without recessBoth marching on confidently….. & sodo our breaths.parading in Rings of Saturn
Align True Self ina sense of spaciousness, cosmic promiserefueled renewed - I am!
My tender tears are safe here…… & soare yours.in this exquisite planetary dance
In presence of twilight, indescribable claritydrowning ontouncontaminated consciousness
Heart mirror: Serenity orbiting humanism
May we dance againUnder the Star of Bethlehem
Assistance for spiritual purification needs attention
in our hearts blessed with kindness
for to restrain our body and mind cleansed without contention
and flourish remotely as not to blindness
gifts given unto us to stay in holy blessedness
that we've acquired through love not to boast
beget me strong with your presence that's not incredulous
maintain my living uncontaminated as is foremost
encourage me to be patient with others who are different
and unlike myself and let me be in tune with them
so as not to become dismayed when it seems efferent
to understand that we're all in this united we come
for to be polished and shiny as a stone
of sparkling white and colored vibrant
and to rise up and convey messages to own
with no sorrow and stature to be in alignment
The invention of the
Trunk-tree came from
his roots.
He wanted to help people
to discover new ways of
Water harvesting.
He used plastics to create
A hollow truck.
which would be the storage
tank for the water
Limbs and leaves with tubing
To channel water.
The limbs would spread apart
Using a fan like method
With large hollow leaves
the had filters so the water
Would be pure and uncontaminated
Areas within the truck deep areas
Beneath the bark would to
Collect the rains from the sky
And some leaves would gather
Sunlight to power man's needs.
Large natural looking trees
Rooted and grounded with
Steel and cement to provide
Addition support for off the grid
And even desert living.
Might the city dwellers envy
They to might find these trees
To support there existence.
When trouble finds my place in time
I stick to rhythm meter rhyme
The planet wobbles out of kilter
Poetry is my lens reflection filter
As virus sheds its ugly eerie mask's persona
I can be stronger than corona
Isolation and reclusion are no pleasure
But ink and fountain pen retain their measure
Nothing is worse than speechless tongues
I breathe with so far uncontaminated lungs
And when the apocalypse is high and nigh
As the quill is coughing with a sigh
At least I've done my bit until the final day
I'll script depict fantasise ponder have my say
About what matters in the grander schemes
In essence love compassion dreams
Just like the covert bug has no frontier
I hold my friends and lover dear
Empathy also should not stick to a random borderline
Transcends gender race class and toughens social twine
A seasoned and rebellious maverick will not be muted
In fact narration and lock down are rather suited
8th April 2020
I was tending to the needs of the flowers in my garden,
When it hit me,
Good and evil can never co-exist,
Judging by the struggle that is taking place in my garden.,
The good represented by my innocent roses,
That open up their soul to the world,
Revealing all that is pure and good,
For us to emulate,
Purifying the air with their uncontaminated scent.
The bad represented by the creepers,
Whose sole purpose is to envelop these gifts from God,
And choke the life out of them prematurely,
Leaving nothing but a dead landscape for us to enjoy,
One that is devoid of all hope,
Of any offerings that are good for us,
And pleasing in the sight of God.
So, I spend part of most days, rooting out this evil,
And praying that I am able to keep its power in check,
And my life-giving trees,
That shade me from the Sun's harmful rays,
That provide a place for the birds to rest their heads
And raise their young,
That provide leaves for me to turn into compost,
That let children hang upside down from their branches,
That allow temporary buildings to sit between their bough's,
Free from the hug of death before their time.
Author Dana Redricks
June 9, 2019
Thank God for my children
They inspired me to want to
do great things
To exceed to do something
to impact their world and my
world
Even though I didn't have
a good beginning and this
world can be so unpleasant
I believe children are a gift
from God
We take our focus off
ourselves to help shape the
life of that little one so
innocent and pure
uncontaminated by this world
You want so much to shield
them but you know you never could
completely so you put trust in
Jesus because you know he
will
One
Two
Fish!
Two Fish!!
In the midst of my work;
This, what I created-
Two Fish...
Uncontaminated=
Appreciated..
Thus originated...
One
Two
Fish!
Two Fish!!
The era of darkness is near,
I can smell the ground starting to rot.
The penetrating scent of Fetidity
Assaulting the nostrils of pure souls.
With the putrid scent goes along,
Your last uncontaminated Exhalation.
There goes the only hope you had
For by tomorrow all this will be dematerialized.
The sulphuric spoor consuming nonstop,
Leaving behind traces of what once was.
Vast Emptiness within the dark realms,
Something is missing, but nothing to be found.
Unseen corpses embalmed in raw eggs,
Reaching out through the increasing pressure.
Flesh and blood mixed with perturbed fear,
Despair, Misery and an unruly urge to imbibe.
Sulphurous Aroma caressing your Aura,
You’re holding back your spirit; but it’s gone.
You’re all alone and you know where you are;
The New Age of Darkness, has begun.
Power of Journeys
New horizons speak in hope and pull me to Pablo Neruda’s country
‘Twenty poems of love’ inspired by Santiago Robinson Crusoe Island
Serene landscapes volcanoes Andean mountains are outspokenly funky
I seek the space vibes vastness Chilean seduction loudly and silent
Few books opened my voice more than ‘The Gulag Archipelago’ scripted
by Alesandr Solzhenitsyn and thus my eyes have to explore the Siberian Plain
Despite all that ice a melting pot of souls minds and cultures encrypted
I need to welcome silence once more and Lake Baikal into my inner terrain
‘The Paradise of the Blind’ with heart blooded ink by Duong Thu Huong
wants exploration quiet reflection uncontaminated comprehension
Nature wrapped in philosophy the Mekong Delta is where I belong
Peace solitude reclusion at times require my full travelling attention
On this voyage Pinochet Stalin and Ho Chi Min can stay in their grave
Blending and mixing with beauty wise words Mother Earth is what I crave
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