We've had; the Stone Age,
Bronze Age, Iron Age,
Ice Age, Industrial Age,
and, it's now the AI Age we're living in,
yet, it wouldn't take much persuasion,
or a second guess, to believe it's somewhat akin
to nothing more or less than an Alien Invasion!
Why am I so nice and kind
Why is politeness hard to find
Why are others always rotten
Why have manners been forgotten
Why can't we all be good friends
Why did these values have to end
That Other World
When morning falls upon your cheek
And dawn's last breath has fallen, weak
Your eyes still closed, that other world
In curled pose, unknown, you seek
Unshared, uncared, all those who need
Like I, alone
I watch you sleep
as man's knowledge abundantly grows … worldwide wisdom further depletes
Once upon a time;
Some time after I was born.
There was a treaty between two nations.
The treaty was supposedly mankind's best
Bet for the prevention of a nuclear holocaust.
I'm not certain if the treaty still exits; but I am
Certain that The reality of potential destruction
Is as real as it ever was. This treaty was known as "MAD"-- Mutually Assured Destruction.
These nations proceeded to amass weaponry
Rather massively to, in my view, the point of insanity. Perhaps there are those that give
Credit to 'MAD" for saving us from destruction.
Personally, which ever direction I turn in search
Of heroes, ideology, or philosophy; regardless
Of my politics and opinions; I credit God.
I have never imagined that destruction was
Avoided because of the treaty between them.
I can only believe that in many and various
Ways, it is God who holds our world together
Left to our own selfish ideas and devices, with
Or without 'MAD", mankind would have vanished
from planet earth were it not for God's grace.
I am tired of teaching you how to love me.
Tired of translating my heart into instructions.
"I forgot" — you forgot?
How do you forget someone waiting?
You say "sorry, I was in a hurry"
But you were never in a hurry to reach me.
I don't want a goodbye kiss because I asked for it.
I want the one you remembered to give.
©Maya Evans
21 September 2026
A deluge on my joy
I am just one toy
To be used a bit
Then, in a pile to sit
Choices molded
My ballot folded
For causes, I know, not
Cause I am just a bot
Czars of the world, new
Use and dump, not a few
Sparing a small number
Who, favored, slumber
They support your cause
Lulling you without pause
Wake up ere t'is too late
Ere they've bolted the gate
You in the shadow of your room
A young woman, not yet in your prime
Following the ways of your mother
Pulling strands of deepest indigo blue
And richest madder reds
Across the woolen warp of the loom.
Knotting nimbly as you go,
Mind relaxed, absorbed, immersed
Transported hour after hour
Day after day, month by month
A youth protected and well spent
In the deepest reaches of ancestral time.
When it’s done
You will have woven a masterpiece
Something you will quietly glow with
Something that will long outlast you
Your children, grandchildren, great
Grandchildren and culture.
You will have created a portal
Reaching across time
And space, across cultures
To suck in and absorb
The world weary
To another world.
In this other world
Children laugh and play as children do
But also learn the ways of deepest time
And spend their days apprenticing
In the ways of subtle earthy magic
The ways of warp and weft, knot and dye.
A world beyond time
In a space where lovers meet
Babies sleep
And the old die in peace
Held together on the sturdy loom
Of traditions, bound by hardship and love.
(9/18/26)
their wills stronger than their wont’s
like mountains, immovable
stone deaf, irreprovable
compromise beneath them, a dirty word
betrayers of this world, rest assured
You're the artist with the pen,
the painter with the brush,
the designer with the colour swatches.
You interpret your dreams,
give rise to your ambition,
create your ideal future.
Your vision crystallizes at will,
draws upon your imagination
to materialize your surroundings.
There may be times of ugliness
when the world seems dark and
intent on dragging you down.
Remember this too shall pass,
renew your closeness with nature
and replenish that innate beauty and joy.
‘The world is upside down’
‘It’s topsy-turvy’
‘Things will never be the same again’
Lines heard everywhere we turn
Is it really so?
Are their proponents in the know?
Or do they loutish parrot
what on screens we stare at?
Block out the vitriolic noise
Knead the contours of your heart
Soothe and smooth your mind, from the mundane depart
Alive once again ~ for life is art
In labyrinthine longing,
where my weary spirit
roams,
I seek an effervescent
haven to call my home.
A luminescent refuge where
the anxious heart finds rest,
Where benediction
whisper and the soul is truly
blessed.
Amidst the cacophonous
clamor of this transient
world,
Your peace, oh Lord, is an
opalescent banner unfurled.
A paradisiacal sanctuary,
inviolable and true,
Where tribulations dissipate
in the cerulean blue.
So let me be transfigured in
this hallowed, holy place,
A resplendent
convalescence wrapped in,
Your abounding grace.
My home, lull amidst balm, solace in rural dwelling,
escape from rampant load and skewed burden in towns,
close knit family loiter with passions swelling,
wistful hindsights swoon oe’r sumptuous tree top crowns,
I extol mint leaf purlieus, tranquil garland phase,
in course sentient, where friction, discord, worry,
is banished at the whiff of an ambrosial haze,
prismatic hues, those scenic views soothe when in a hurry,
seconds taciturn as the peep day sunrise looms,
to linger in silence yet caress the spring omen,
purple clouds tint cocooning garden blooms,
In artic winter, tranquil spot engulfs twin snowmen,
time counts for little when under bright shelter’s spell,
relief from futile rigours found behind green hedge,
sweet chirp from red crest bird cordons off this shell,
mine to cling to and seek refuge when life is on edge,
fresh fruit one munches in orchard dribbles down chin,
to pluck mushy berries from sprawling brambles,
and inhale scented gust with a surreal grin,
heaven in a haven, sweet home from madcap scrambles
The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
How near doth Time now stand upon the verge!
Upon our days is fallen Judgment's shade.
One woe grows still, then doth another surge,
And close behind, a third comes undelayed.
Then bitter cold shall strike, and famine loom,
Our hopes shall pass beyond the shrouded bier;
The city that we cherished, once so dear,
By Heaven's will, and war, shall meet its doom.
Believe not, people, that peace shall ever reign,
For Time already gazes into naught;
No end at all thereto shall e'er be brought—
The war returned, forever to remain.
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