The mongrelization of mankind
Is simultaneously synchronized
With the Information Age ...
Linking cultures through marriage,
Translation apps and petri dishes.
Pure breeds are becoming extinct
Through progress and innovation.
Racism lost the pace to win the race.
Now only bohemian Babylonian babies are born.
A mass consciousness is awakening
Into an age of enlightenment.
Inevitably, the spiral staircase of DNA
Towers upward undetected
Unwittingly putting a leash around our necks
Walking us ever closer
To the paws of Dog.
"Sniff butter!"
Becomes the catchphrase of the day.
What it's come to mean? I cannot say.
If prayers can be heard, so ought my thoughts;
Some parts of me wish to establish a permanence
while omitting any whisk of a thought;
Persistence relishing in the absence of any consideration of a cost.
More parts of me wish to be of service
to a world with a growing desire of distance;
With a recipe for creating treasures that can never rust nor find the fingers of thieving hands;
leading corrosion away from trust.
A batter for the desire to live within expanding opportunity, sacrificing a self for the growth of an "us."
A foundational stone to a community.
A structure to bear difference
Like the strongest pallbearer's palm.
Yet before anything may ever become.
Please refresh my sights upon the world where my own visions have unwittingly grown tyrannical in efforts to enable of what I hope to be an Eden;
Let it be
And let it be greatly inimitable
for all
Welcome to the land I own
Sorry that it looks so humble
It’s a flat I call my home
Mind the threshold do not stumble
Ring the bell, and then you’ll see
If there is a green light spot
What a great idea to be
Using avatars we’ve got
All my friends are quiet and smart
Easy going people, look
They unwittingly depart
Disappearing off my book
I didn’t write another chapter
There’s no draft in my archive
Only echoes of your laughter
That reminds you are alive
In the Nowhere land of mine
It’s a shelter from the snow
And of course we have some wine
To enjoy before we go..
As blankets air from summer hibernation
bright Hawaiian shirts take up their rotation;
as I place them in the Chinese camphor chest
the winter melancholy needs be addressed;
the start of gray descent on sunrise and soul
is unwittingly each new September’s role.
If there’s a dump truck and a car,
Car’s sure at greater risk by far.
A soldier thick headed
Who cannot think ahead,
To whom boundaries and borders bar,
Thinks, let Pak be the truck,
Let India’s car get struck,
So thought a general-five-star
To whom stars were gifted
For getting defeated--
How low things in that country are.
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Happenings |43.08.2025| allusion, car, humour
Note: Pakistan’s Field Martial unwittingly called India a shining Mercedes and Pakistan a dump truck. He was of course heavily trolled in his country and all over the world. How he gave India, a rival, such a compliment? This limerick guesses on his possible thick-headed reasoning.
"Be still…
and know God!"
Present in every
atom, manifestation of being:
The chatter of the day --
our desires, fretting,
unsettling nature of seemingly
sometimes fathomless night –
can turn us, unwittingly from
ever alert angels~ vigilance
of inner eyes
who see all, inner
ears, ever listening
to a song of love, a tacit
sense of divine vibration~
an ever present, eternal touch
realized as awesome supernal
intimacy –
God is
juice of every heartbeat,
every fluttering leaf motioned
by his spiritual breath –
every cloud,
every beam of sunlight, glitter for a sail
of constantly changing, evolving shape and color
leading us to lofty awareness,
for conscious
relationship with the omnipotent love who made us,
and eternally guards while journeying with us….
We are never alone
division from one another
from beautiful Core Source, a lie
an illusion in the theater of Time and space
to eventually be dissolved….
4 July 2025 Juxtaposition Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Can a lie be true?
Unwittingly!
Can truth be a lie:
unable to see?
Is what I perceive the only truth;
or, just my angled point of view?
Where is the bird’s-eye scene:
the whole, the real
that holds all things, and all of time?
Surely, that is God’s:
not mine.
Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden, then they started eating meat
Away from plentiful fruits and vegetables, they started a fleshly retreat
Unwittingly sliding down Jacob''s ladder
Man falling from heaven down into dark matter
Away from the light of spirit
Closer to the root in this world and no longer intuit
Taking deep dives and swims in the infamous cesspool
Aimlessly moving through waste, playing a devil's fool
Now man is eating science projects like a sweet treat
So many manufactured food-like items that's Beyond Meat
Just wandering and meandering; meandering and wandering
A futile external search for sustenance, peace, and truth finds man perpetually scampering
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How much time and energy will man exhaust?
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How long will man pay this hefty cost?
I, myself, and me,
we comprise the royal we.
I makes most decisions,
while me or myself makes the needed revisions
to ensure we three
don’t unwittingly disagree.
Me, myself, and I,
we're a well-integrated guy.
On the whole,
we're a tripartite soul
stuck together till the day we three die.
A dose of a placebo
intended to deceive
the symptoms and your feelings
are just what you perceive.
This game of med deception
unwittingly you play
no change in your condition
that's just the price you pay.
Sometime in the future
they gather all the stats
perhaps a cure resulting
thanks to all you rats.
sweep away the clutter
let the tide recede
wash away the grime
bare my soul, my mind
cleanse and start anew
let the winds reset
what's unwittingly askew
bird songs will return
with each rising sun
we must not despair
even when things seem
at an all time low and
never never must we think
of giving up on hope
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Hometown, a place we’re addicted to,
A place we call our own.
Yet, sometimes we’re compelled to,
Sometimes, forced to roam.
Hometown, a place we’re led to,
lay our roots so deep.
Yet, sometimes we’re forced to,
Sometimes, forcing us to take a leap.
Hometown, a place where love grows,
Guides us as we learn and thrive.
Yet, sometimes they force us,
Forcing us to bid goodbye.
Hometown, a place with feelings of pride,
care walks in every street.
Yet, sometimes we are left behind,
And forcing hearts to bitterly beat.
Hometown, where memories are formed,
And happiness fills the air.
Yet, sometimes we are forced,
Forced to shed our tears in despair.
Hometown, where patience abounds,
And we find peace in its grace.
Yet, sometimes suffering exists,
Forcing us to endure and face.
The town does not create these feelings,
But due to people’s sway.
They force me to shed tears,
And sometimes, lose my way.
Now I depart, unwittingly,
Forced to leave behind what’s dear.
Now I depart, unwittingly,
Leaving my hometown, shedding a tear.
Power and Form
Power and form—the two intertwined elements of human existence. Our words, sometimes sweet, other times sour, leave a lasting imprint across the tapestry of humanity. We often say “yes” to please others, driven by our so-called rational minds. But is the life of a poet or poetess more fulfilling than that of a farmer? Are we expressions of nature or mere victims of regimented affiliations?
As unpredictable and impossible species, we roam the Earth daily. Power and form—there’s no secret society (or perhaps there is). Our secrets are laid bare under the watchful eyes of the world. Strangers peruse our family albums, much like they search for emoji hearts and likes to boost their self-esteem in the online revelry. We unwittingly sell our souls to a forceful enemy—jealousy, insecurity, and the curiosity of others.
I celebrate my strength through my mediocre poetry. Why? Because not everyone can compose their feelings onto the screen or paper. Today, I am retired; today, I am free. But some days, even freedom becomes monotonous. Mental fatigue sets in from being so… ??
Innocent
Lighting travels through my core, like a diving hawk to prey.
Unwittingly, I let a breathy moan escape.
To the glory of the heavens, my eyes roll up then close.
The better to feel and isolate every touch bestowed.
Loved
Cherished
Liberated
Righteous
Found in innocent yearning, a blessed gift of pleasure from God,
Only man made shame can twist this right into something wrong.
No clothing but the skin I'm in, and not needful til I'm told,
This beautiful expression of love, this fire I can hold,
Is full of dirt and shameful works and turns the fire cold.
Shivering in my guilt, I frantically, hopefully, look,
for a way to hide and warm, as in Icy shame I shook.
The fig leaf doesn't cover me as completely as I'd want,
Desperately, I spill warm blood and in fresh furs I flaunt.
Only that life flow of crimson can cover any sin,
Now, knowing shame, and feeling guilt begins.
Deformed
Perverted
Twisted
Manipulated
From the innocence of love and sweet gift of pleasure,
To dark urges made ugly, no thought for forever.
Today’s child thinks what they have to say is golden
Interrupting adults is not a big deal
Questioning teachers is their right
Today’s child unwittingly shows us a somber future
Were they raised by wolves?
Or parents who spent their time with them staring at electronics
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