The roaming waters leap spilling droplets pearly
And screaming with fuss and fury, into the dell :
The feel and frenzy of a divine lofty spirited spell !
The wandering eager mind too, seeks a way early
From the unmeasured heights to rush and jump
Down to any depth seeking its own desired mode
Chasing frantically, the distant strange,sly abode
And rush across all, nay,everything else to trump ;
Where the virtual, happy content does not slump
Into chagrin : sure there is fitful thrill in such a fall ;
Ambition oft carries the drive far growing too tall,
Alienlike, uprooting all coveted crudes and clump!
Venturesome feats and pursuits free from excess
And self- centre often do end in exciting success.
Lightening strikes illuminate black skies
Humans tremble with fear in blue eyes
Ares God of war has disturbed the night
Eros God of love is not inclined to fight
Animals find refuge wherever they can
In trees in seas an onyx ocean or land
Piercing sounds of lightning hitting man
He screams of agony as it exits his hand
Rain and hail violently hit the green ground
Not one creature doesn’t fear next sound
The spinning cyclone uprooting small town
The Gods are at war reasoning not found
The wind is like a knife cutting through stone
Will a sacrifice please the Gods saving home
Apocalypse
There is thunder, and lightning
The land is laid bare
The elements doing a death dance
Destruction in a frenzied dance
The trees trust the earth, the ground shakes
The mobile, helter skelter
The waters that give life, in spate
Uprooting everything meant to be constant
The lava flows here, acid rains there
The land trembles and disrupts elsewhere
Somewhere, a tornado swipes
While the Tsunami sweeps clean existence
The annihilation is defining
Yet a survivor stands witness
to an apocalypse manufactured
Now has to start all over again
The hunger, beyond the wounds, growls
Forced to hunt anything that survived
Carrion looks inviting
The last hunter is hunted
SILLY BUT TRUE: A TANKAING FREE
FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION
Tariffing power,
With screwworm-like politics
Coopering our lives
Uprooting our lives:
Uprooting human justice,
Tree barking dread injustice:-
Military law,
Takes on nationwide control;
Policing all life:
Modern day monarchy times;
POTUS becoming king:-
Peace soon lay to rest;
The DOD, soon to be
The new DOW:
Download Other Wars coming,
As well as the new Red House:-
Yes, autocracy,
Displacing democracy,
Freely echoing
Power to do whatever
It wants to do, and will do!
Silly as it sounds,
All of this is as true as
The sun and the moon:
A true living reflection
Of the state of our nation:-
Pandemic war plows
are now uprooting sown peace;
her fruits left to rot:-
Red Political Bugs
Mosquito-like bites,
Sucking blood, uprooting life:
Today’s politics:-
WAR’S OXYMORONIC JUSTIFICATION
(An Awareness Haiku Trio)
They say, sowing war
is a profound investment
reaping fruits of peace:-
Billions of bucks spent
uprooting trillions of lives:
Quadrillion bucks reaped:-
Yes, sowing war seeds
to reap peace, continues
to be justified:-
For the blessed fruits of the blessed tree of life’s being,
Persecution and crucifixion have their time in life’s seasons;
Their demise coming with seasons of resurrection and ascension:-
Seasoning of life from Genesis to Revelations, has its time;
Let us ever be mindful that we’re fruits of God’s balboa tree of life,
With a quartet of years to sow and cultivate our seeds of justice:-
Thus, it’s time to get plowing and uprooting unjust seeds
Sown in the God given riverside just soil of His trees;
Indeed, as faithful garden balboa trees of God given life,
May we be in the blooming of ripe fruits His coming justice:-
May our plow sheds be ever fully stocked with tools of courage
And faithful determination, cultivating us with God sent liberation:-
And while trials and tribulations may endure for grueling nights,
Let us be bearers of fruitful mornings;
Indeed, let us be as the fruiting sun in joyous dawning liberation,
And let bigotry be as a waning moon:-
Chicago, you rooted me down while lifting me up. Providing the nourishment I needed since I was a little stump. I’ve grown so much over the years and now ready to brave a new frontier.
My root system traces back for generations. Sprouting offspring that remained planted for decades while weathering life’s gyrations. For most of my time I thought I’d stay grounded too. But the time has come to cultivate fresh soil to sow some seeds anew.
The uprooting is stirring sadness deep in the dirt of my soul. Separating from my forest causing me to question if I’ll still be whole. Realizing why it’s so painful to say farewell is because the amount of strong oak trees I was surrounded by was so plentiful.
The sadness is sure to come and go even after I depart, however my Chicago roots will forever remain entwined around the frame of my heart.
Nathu a sturdy boy,
Comes to the valley to work instead of playing with a toy.
He says that for the daily essentials for his family he has to come down,
But still misses his hometown.
When he sees the uprooting of a tree,
He is in an awe that what will happen to the vegetation in his hills which are free.
When Pritam Singh was driving recklessly,
Nathu looks out of the window fearlessly.
He saw the sky above,
And the valley below.
He saw the deep valley below go by,
And watched the movement of the free sky.
During the accident he lies on the bed of thorns,
Pritam Singh goes to the hospital and meets Nathu who warns.
The true meaning of being a human is to plant on land,
And not to blast things out of the land.
Quote: And the tree said to the wind: “Leaf me alone!” -- unknown
I am the invisible wind, always present but never seen
I'm not just a void; I can be gentle, whispering songs through leaves
I carry the sorrows of parted lovers across great distances
But I'm not always gentle. raising tornadoes, leaving destruction in my wake
In fields of gold, I move gracefully, causing waves of wheat to dance
The fragrance of flowers is mine to carry, intoxicating all in my path
I roar through mountains and valleys, uprooting trees and tearing off rooftops
Often, I bring thunder and rain, casting a shadow of misery over the land
In cities, I'm naughty, playing with umbrellas and lifting skirts with my gusts
Like uncared unfulfilled wishes creeping to the fore
Irresistible! Impossible, yet? Dilemmatic?
Shy about removing the robe that might reveal the core
Could the cut be covered with the costliest cosmetic?
Disgruntled, like a lion brooding over a lost prey
This itch turns into karma leading to endless rebirth
It becomes the root of my yokes on which I have no say
Expect I dare to scratch till stern stillness surrounds the girth.
Uprooting the weeds, forever, might be the best solution
Could we pluck out the plants because they trouble a little?
Rubbing with a hard surface might be a substitution.
Though commonality amidst these acts is mere brittle
If thirst, physical or spiritual, is timely quenched
The fulfillment of the heart will never be wrenched.
Love lives on the other side
It may as well abide
On another planet,
These chains on my heart
And my spirit behind bars,
I am far from touch
Exiled from ecstasy,
As if I grow roots here
And as merciless time moves
They grow deeper
To any removal
I died with the uprooting.
G or T Personification Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Written: August 22, 2023
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Deep in the typhoon of my maelstrom of anger.
I swirl in vile lunacy with a loud, sonorous clangor.
A reckless and unbridled pandemonium dance.
With wrath that growls such a hurricane's trance.
I recognize my sin and am beyond redemption.
Crawling over the foam, we still spurn the elation.
I am shameless—in uprooting majestic trees.
Crying with laughter as they fall to their knees.
My rage is unrestrained—my yell is obnoxious.
My unfurling may be spiteful to lead you nauseous.
I exact my vengeance on the meek and the humble.
Their dwellings cower—as I endeavor to crumble.
Shrapnel from broken glass flies everywhere.
Bringing delight to the masses with despair
Who dares to probe—my most shielded core?
They are doomed, in my eyes, to eternal sore.
I'm Typhoon—my heart's dark gulf is inert—a storm.
I don't care sense or pain—I wreck—I'm void of form.
While I'm unwinding—I won't bother with your fears.
My cyclonic anger leaves chaos, rampage, and tears.
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