Uncorrupted Poems

Looking never found

Looking Never Found.

When did the searching start ? 
Perhaps at the very first beat,
of an innocent, uncorrupted, heart.

Perhaps  a dark nights lullaby rhyme?
When the seekers eyes, were unblinded,
or in that soothing voice counting time.

Maybe in that sunlights far flung view?
Looking for vague external questions,
to quench a thirst, raw and bitter to you.

Maybe waves of goodbye clenched in fists?
That well hidden dwell, deep in your soul,
you persist to bind chains, just can't resist.

The Unglad

("Utopia and Terror Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)

The Unglad

Increasingly
You, me, us
Are part of the great
Unglad
People without much hope
Given the great
Inexorable
Tide of Unhumans
That from Marx on down
To today
Has morphed like a metastasizing
Cancer
Until all that’s left
Of the uncorrupted
Is the Unglad
Sick and tired, 
In need of safe harbor 
And solace
Before the gathering storm.

(8/1/24)

Wyrd Wheel of Wonder and Woe

I can do my rune rede uncorrupted.
The Ward nurses word can not  be trusted.,
Nurse allows me to eat at the cafe,
I will be pissed off ,trusting them, led astray .
Will go outside on the stoep ;be alone.
Go on a strike, license lost, not in the zone,
I write some poetry, I feel genuine ,
Refuse my requests I take no medicine..
I feel relieved my mood is feels so high.
Reduce my food intake; you ready to die ?
I am covid free as far as I see ,
Send out the  death note on the Net  , I decree.
See my cousin tomorrow if things go well.
Send my death note out to my kin  -a hard sell,
Write poems about nature in near future,
I might. be paranoid have a sense of humour..
Do my exercises brings no sorrow.
Sad if I am not seeing blood tomorrow,
Trying to keep a rigid upper lip ,
My ward is a locked door ;a hellish trip.. guy

Cerberus Uncorrupted

"Cerberus Uncorrupted"


Every day I go to that box ...
at the top of the page, 
left side, upper

its entry reads:
“What are you looking for?” -
waiting for an entry…

the brain presses a full stop, 
the fingers hover and ripple 
like a maestro leading a chorus

the fingers tap dance

poetically buying time
the heart tracks,
its silent voice speaks

piercing the suffocating silence

"the ability to read 
what is meant to be read
front and centre, after all...

is said, and done"

the vision sits still in front of me
like a quaint loyalty and a strong desire 
to understand it all 

the innocence 
of a mind uncorrupted
wide open 

to the Light 
that opens a heart
viscerally corrupted

waiting to be loved
waiting to be patted
the sun always setting 

the sun always rising
calls unsilently 
to me



Candide Diderot. ‘24









" ... "Do you love me yet?" Cerberus said..."






Sharon Osbourne, Short :
"Today my dog and I went to the beach and I caught her taking it all in"....
(this is the video you need to watch).

Honesty

I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity? 
He was again questioned.

I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.

No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.

What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!

Honesty

I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity? 
He was again questioned.

I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.

No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.

What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!

Silver Queen

The silver birch
presides over the scree
A caravan of love
proceeds duly eastwards
I'm staking my faith in you

The wind whistles past
We are on the road again
to magic lands where the gypsy queen shows
the world her love

where you find
butterflies and buttercups 
smiling in the rain,
and hope waiting for time
our faith connected to the earth
uncorrupted

In the Company of Birds

In the company of birds     

My eyes are red,
the red of wings.
The simian stain
of my human graceless
sorrow and pain seeps
into the noble architecture 
of the nest, but no blemish
can dim its rosy stems.

Morning follows morning, 
seductive mist full chill.
I sit on a wet stone wall   
under flustered, verdant ferns.
 
Red birds fly
from oak to cable
without guile,
their tangible grace
nestling in me.

I feel the tremor
of wing and heart,
a choir of birdsong
in delicate harmony
with my timid voice.

Morning after morning
the red birds,
uncorrupted by futility, 
capture and teach me,
at last, to fly with audacity.

The Years In Your Life

It's not the years in your life that count,
It's the life you put in your years.
Years spent in indulgence of self and greed,
Will end lost in regret and tears.

Wasting your time in bars and in dens,
Of iniquity drain your soul dry.
All you'll find there is deeper despair,
And a well full of sorrow and lies.

Your time is best spent improving your mind,
And improving the body as well.
Your body's a temple to be kept uncorrupted,
Your mind the sacred inner cell.

The way a man thinks shows just what he is.
It reveals the condition of his soul.
What comes out of his mouth goes on in his head,
If he's well, sick or dead will be told.

Your life will be long and your days will be glad,
If you listen to what I have said.
When you're out on your own you decide your own fate.
It depends on where you make your bed.

The Tree Ii

Everything starts innocent,

Like a seedling 

Pushing through the soil,

New, green, and uncorrupted,

Before what’s below starts to toil,

roots dive deep,

Into the unknown, 

Into evils keep,

Slowly it sinks in,

What was buried,

What was forgotten, 

It changes the tree,

It twists, and it creases,

It’s not what it was,

All goodness ceases, 

For centuries it will stand,

Patiently waiting,

Possessing who it can,

Deep in its roots,

The fates of man

JEV

Virgo

VIDEO/AUDIO on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat, click settings and pick the highest level for quality viewing.

Virgo

Virginis incorruptus*, like Georgie's ax, we cannot lie,
Instinctive Leo in descent positioned Libra's meant vie,
Reliable, efficient, rational, and passive ally,
Grossly stubborn and sarcastic, calculating by and by,
Overthinkers, worrywart...best and worst, we identify.

2021 April 01
*9th Place*
Star Sign Acrostics
~~Charlotte Puddifoot

*virginis incorruptus (Latin: virgin uncorrupted) essentially means innocence

Reborn

A 
new born
has pumped life
in our dull lives.
Each one of us is
keen to catch baby's eye,
to watch it smile innocent;
pure, uncorrupted joy fills hearts;
making us fly in blue sky heaven,
amidst angels, making us feel reborn.


23.5.2020

Africa's Destiny

The African student 
begins education’s journey,
with tentative steps.

Language and mathematic knowledge
begin reshaping brain’s flow,
in preparation for what follows.

Myths and fables bow and recede
before science and knowledge,
teaching the student to question.

Critical thinking
casts aside
misconceptions of inferiority.

The mind is molded, like hot iron,
in scholarly patterns,
as the size of steps increase.

Africa’s light brightens,
with unexpected strength,
from uncorrupted generations.

The exhausted will soon recognize
Africa’s fresh entry,
in the race of history,

to change the course of events,
and shift seats of power,
with skill and understanding.

Elementals

The little people,
Who live underground and care
For all of the plants;
Tiny gnomes and the Fairies;
They do like their privacy.

They have secret ways,
That are not meant for humans;
Powerful magic.
Don’t cross the line with Fairies,
You could be trapped in their world.

Gnomes simply enjoy
The privacy of their ways;
Uncorrupted by,
Human ways which too often,
Breed destruction and much doom.

These elemental's,
Work hard to keep harmony,
Among the plants and 
Animal species on Earth;
So let them do what they must.

Beauty

Beauty

A rarity chanced by one who sees
But a multitude by one who looks
Its pleasing hues to calm the mind
Scenes of charm by nature’s hand
Unspoilt, unmarred in natural state
With liberty to shine and flaunt
In uncorrupted habitat
And escape an urban ruination
Where human trespass blights 
The rules of nature’s kingdom

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