The Illusion of Time...Revision #2

 The Illusion of Time

When the richness of moments

is captured without comment

it settles in memory

to remain frozen for eternity

Time with its vague motion

passes without much emotion

it lingers during life's years

without concern or care

Ownership of this time essence

while we live in its presence

is vaguely understood by the mind

that creates its passing vision sublime

Personal desires bring to our senses

the hope of heavenly promises

as they become mindful concerns

while time continues to elapse and burn

'Tis only when forgotten voices

dispense warm comforting choices

that time becomes set in stone

to remain there for us to own

SHRUTI... Revision #2

SHRUTI

When seeing silently in mind

stillness of every kind

I inhaled deeply the night air

filtered by a forest bare

Gray skies exposed above me

were naturally amplified and misty

ghostly apparitions dripped letters

that became unspoken desires

I absorbed every word

not spoken but clearly heard

as silence captured my phantom audience

leaving them awed by this disembodied presence

Words spoken during my life's decline

although borrowed were quite fine

as they rode the wave that carried me

above the forest of sleeping trees

I surfed the medium that supported me

hearing what I could not see

while experiencing vibrant word melodies

that flashed colored sounds inside of me

Those tasty words of rosy depth

touched my ears at every step

as life with words big and small

sustained me as I HEARD THEM ALL

Binary Opposition....

 Binary Opposition

Joy and Sorrow

Happiness and Despair

are emotions we all know

as we live year to year

SMILES are but a FROWN    
that the face turns upside down

Do LOVE when youth rages

HATE not the awkward stages

BEAUTY much like grief is temporary

while UGLYNESS in spirit is scary

Life's WINTER arrives too quickly

as SUMMER'S years are wasted away

HEAVEN, so much a desire

when HELL promises pain and fire

WAR contains chaos and disaster

PEACE is the scalpel that cuts out the cancer

The SUN is high at noon

while the MOON sings lusty tunes

TRUTH flows from virgin wells

LIES are regurgitated from hell

EVIL in its strange delight

seeks GOODNESS to make it right

SWEET kisses in the night

turn SOUR in daylight

When MORNING shadows fade away

 EVENING chases them all day

poetic BINARY opposites of the mind

are SINGULARLY an interesting find

 

GUERRE FUTILE...for Veterans' Day

 GUERRE FUTILE

The day ends in stinging guilt

with the heart aching in sorrow

entwined in the killing fields of filth

where there is no tomorrow

  

A candle flickers in the night 

the light of day having left

Shades are drawn on today's sights

to hide the ugly darkness of death

Ghostly sounds course through branches

they lurk in shadows that absorb noises

as rain like mournful tears breaches

the dreadful sight of naked corpses

Silenced life in gloomy painted hues

is displayed on masks worn starkly

that cover blood-stained patriotic dues

embedded in the nightmare they carry

The consequences of failed kindness

cold indifference to human life

surfaces in mindless distress

that feeds hate and strife

'Tis no wonder that hate

remains untouched by rational norms

and conflicts become futile wakes

instead of sunlit love songs

for Veterans...everyday is Veterans' Day

 

Jouer du Golf...Revision # 2

 Jouer du Golf

I tasted without a care

the freshness of Autumn air

while strolling on acres of green

and recalled youthful moments pristine

I perceived vivid memories

that floated on emerald seas

links of turf in manicured splendor

that gifted life to my golfing hour

Then, my dimpled missile flew

in a direction totally askew

into a thick garland of forest green

'Twas never again to be seen

A shot launched with careless woe

brought back reality ever so

I endured the imposed penalty

shamefully and for all to see

The round continued into the day

and I admired the afternoons red ray

the sky was bleeding amber

that slowly dripped into the nearby river

Again, my misbehaving dimpled sphere

vanished into the fading red glare

only to disappear in lush rough

'Twas then that I declared, I'VE HAD ENOUGH

Leaves...revision #2

LEAVES 

One by one they fell slowly

creating a sea of color

everywhere during the Season's day

in a glorious ground cover 

The final song of Summers' glory

slipped from their patient lips

while they joined Autumn's story

to become artful visions slowly sipped

With their blanket covering sleepy fields

that hid fading greenery from sunlight

they shielded plowed ground that bleeds

protecting bowers that edge woodlands wild

They silently welcomed Winter advancing fast

while gathered in colorful pillows

and remained silent in deaths' grasp

protecting the land for an expected tomorrow

PERIL....

 PERIL

When from the shore of comfort

My eyes beheld worldly passions

I watched struggling society falter

through the haze of internet actions

Blue light flooded surrounding darkness

it saturated my silent quarters

and infiltrated my reality more or less

with unfiltered promises of regal splendor

I witnessed an advancing civilization age

filled with stormy passion by certain few

to exploit some of the human race

while the hidden reality evolved anew

My mind overflowed with thoughts of ill

while silence on my lips hung

I imagined dreadful peril

lurking in the choir of falsehoods sung

My prophetic concerns hid in silence

as I mindfully scanned the horizon

only  to notice a tsunami in the distance

advancing swiftly on the Nation

Antique Metal...

Antique Metal

 Old metal rolling down the road

carried friends on that day

wrapping them in its steel spirit bold

as it propelled them forth on their way

Past memories were supported in a sturdy shell

where times of adventure lived silently

It rolled on rubber old as hell

during a night that turned into day

'Twas during the waning Summer

where fields of green passed bye swiftly

that the gallant  FIAT rose from slumber

to comfort two souls making their way

The venerable metal rolled effortlessly

down the mystical highway triple six

as it approached the dying day

where natures' colors were awesomely thick

The reddish light embraced the horizon

as darkness crept in the West

and for all the obvious reasons

the antique metal achieved its final quest

AFGHANISTAN DEBACLE....

AFGHANISTAN DEBACLE

Heart-stricken by desperate cries

swift in time the tumult lies

as one score of hope is undone

 by the Taliban banner being hung

Every soul pressing the gates

seeks to escape Taliban hate

as ISIS revenge remains unspent

Western freedom as flown and went

With retribution present and grave

the bloody escape sadly gave

Afghan people visions of doom

while they searched for freedoms' bloom

With sadness for those allied

clouds obscure the morning sky

as hope leaves the land

and is replaced by oppressive hands

The morning grayness of a new day

shades life's hopeful ray

It hides the heavenly portals

from those sought by the hateful

Farewell Afghanistan fields of poppy

where freedom light brings mornings happy

Farewell Democracy for twenty years so sweet

That's flown Westward in swift retreat

An Gobharnoir...The Governor

 An Gobharnoir

He felt the pull of governmental gravity

engulfed in it he rose in society

the weight of acting as Governor

justified a climb that lasted forever

He struggled in rarified air to soar

riding political winds evermore

and during periods dark and unforgiving

spoke words that gave hope to the dying

Like the incarnation of the Savior

he used his life's labor 

to procure young women, his delight

and asked them to work late at night

His anxious lips freely given

surprised those who were awe-stricken

and his wayward touches masked hypocrisy

full of perceptions lacking decency

Tarnished reality eventually stained his deeds

and in disgrace with desperate need

he swallowed his pride under duress

packed his bags and left

The Rushers...

The Rushers

Much like children they touch everything

they hardly hold them for any time

the beauty of life that's happening 

makes no impression on their fleeting minds

Virtual bricks of time are bypassed

to never construct their reality

as existence is hurried forward ever fast

during the rushers momentary conformity

Todays rushers savor future days

they cast hopes on unplowed dirt

believing that tomorrow will arrive and stay

to confirm their joyful rebirth

To swiftly assist their morning rituals

To run to work and hurry back

To quickly absorb needed victuals

and forget time passing fast

This gives one cause to wonder

what is so important and significant

about the present being cast asunder

while disregarding the days' beautiful incandescence

 Passengers

Round and round we all rotate

quite oblivious of our spin rate

we ride a revolving ball of dirt

a spaceship we call earth

Our star rises and sets

and we feel no regret

because we separate from a friend

that tomorrow we'll see again

Seasons come and go

we all wonder why this is so

as we all circle our star quite rapidly

blissfully ignorant of distances travelled today

We're passengers on a voyage to nowhere

enjoying life without much care

while stuck in a spiral arm spinning

rotating swiftly in our Galactic thing

We're specks in a vast cosmos

that's expanding into darkness unknown

we are passengers gifted with cognition

and we understand our finite condition

The Wake....Revision #1

THE WAKE

I stared at the face of death

there was no color, no breath

his soul shutters were drawn, his lips sealed

to forever memories conceal

In my mind appeared visions of times tender

with many scenes to relish and ponder

his piercing smile always full of joy

transferred to me while we played like boys

Disbelief struck my affected stare

seen through eye-filled mist that appeared

During flowing heart striking sentiments

that were whispered in compassionate comments

What could I say to an empty shell

to his spirit gone but hardly dead

something with meaning and thoughtfully nice

Like...I'll see you on Heavens' ice

SYOHI  my friend John

The Miscreants...

The Miscreants

Adorned in their smoky veils

by ballot removed from power

they can no longer cast tall tales

on our Nation at every hour

The victors celebrate with ample thrill

as every soul that was smothered 

now becomes hope filled

and rejoices in leadership deserved

Fervent hope that thrives in dreams

fueled by our Nations' means

is wrapped in a secured breeze

that flows over a resurging scene

Still, miscreants roam our land

they seek to darken the skies

with discord carefully planned

in dialogue full of lies

The sunshine of truth erases their falsehoods

while believers bathed in sparkling light

stand where shade formerly stood

blessed with warm winds and clear sight

Resurrection Dream...Revision #1

 Resurrection Dream

During soul-kiting as I looked down

from my perch sunny and bright

I saw the landscape wearing a frown

'Twas a sad cratered sight

dotted with depressions lacking light

full of wounds open to the sky

invaded and smothered by the dark

Floating higher in my sweet sleep

far above my bedroom comfort

I wandered during my dream

over the lands common dirt

I observed the past slowly revived

in resurrection of ideals lost

now containing joy fully alive

and I drifted over the hidden costs

left by trampling pandemic feet

present still in village squares

and empty main streets

The prophecy of better times

that now filled eager eyes

was many months wide

and bordered by pandemic tides 

Echoes of those in their graves

resounded in mournful hearts

ever present in familial enclaves

that grieved the loss of cherished parts

As I drifted beneath the sun

aware that some shadows had eased

allowing a renewal to quickly come

painted in vibrant yellows and green

The future floated on the wind

and let the past linger behind

I saw the lands' freshness within

'Twas good, prosperous and always kind

Mid-Winter Ramble..

MID-WINTER RAMBLE

I focus my sight

upon a field of white

pinned by a blue expanse

where the song-sparrow chants

Sunshine shimmies on the frosty glaze

perforated by imprints from previous days

and in the somber woods nearby

light splits branches to reveal the sky

The numbed grass lays dormant

torpid during Winters' torment

and the seasonal landscape found

remains littered with dried seed crowns

Weed skeletons dance in the breeze

that puffs at last Autumns leaves

as silent shadows crawl across the field

advancing at a paltry speed

They emerge from the wooded fringe

to absorb sunlight that shrinks

on the defiant snow cover

to detain momentarily Spring fever

The Springtime thaw looms distant

as I ramble where white is constant

Shadows appear somewhat longer

while I wander along the coursing river

The afternoon slips away in silence

and I savor my existence

Breathing natures' lively air

that unshackles me from the Pandemic scare

 

DISPLACED....Revision # 1

 Displaced

'Twas isolation only in name

that stranded my soul in a language unknown

and prevented my joining the game

as I wandered in the cold

I searched for inclusivity

eagerly wishing to belong

and felt life's reality

while I stood quite alone

I learned things during my wandering

 travelling far looking for my soul

 found friends to love while pondering

how they tempered my years of cold

My spirit existed in a vindictive mood

it allowed moments bearing ghostly visions

that return in my Winters' gloom

  naked in their frosty condition

Ghostly whispers are heard in the chill

they urge my soul to find it's way

while I reject the truth of everything

That's etched in my life story

I sought forgiveness for my actions

during the inevitable horrors of life

that held scenes worthy of contrition

and they remain the cause of strife

I fought the visions day to day

challenged barriers littering my way 

like excrement from dull minds shading my journey

 and continued steadfastly while enjoying my stay

The Naked Emperor...

The Naked Emperor

Much like a mist scattered by the wind

the Emperors royal clothes have discarded him

leaving him naked on Capitol hill

as impeachment satisfied Legislative will

His behavior during a cold January

brought rioting to Washington's scenery

as unmasked followers arose in ugly fashion

to desecrate the hallowed halls of the Nation

The mob fueled by falsehoods twitter flashed

and emboldened by the Emperors naked ass

overpowered inadequate security forces

as they retreated, having little choices

Imperial pandemonium in the raw

created a lurid unsightly panorama

as Democracy was assaulted for all to see

in actions fueled by the Emperor's naked moxie

Bare falsehoods fed his minions blind devotion

for a loser that lacked concession 

'Twas truly the Nations' fateful moment

caused by a man unclothed and indecent

Everybody Dreams....

 Everybody Dreams

When wandering in sleep lonely

wrapped in dreams only

we seek morning early

to chase the night away

Nightly excursions of the mind

filled with sunbeams streaming light

illuminate our lost treasures

that secrets our forgotten pleasures

Dreams full of silent beauty

enlarge our nightlife reality

they soak us in drowsy happiness

that satisfies our dream quest

Our virtual life blooms nightly

it surfs the waves of time steadily

while we dream of tomorrow or yesterday

and relish our sleep pronely

Dreams are forged in night fire

and sustained by flaming desire

they feed our wandering endlessly

as we search during the day

Morning comes and chases away sleep

dream memories remain to keep

we should carve the vision in granite

and proceed to carefully acquire it

ANNUS HORRIBILIS...

Annus Horribilis

Twenty-Twenty bloomed with virulence

that shredded our familial essence

while the Emperor sat behind armored glass

waving cluelessly at those he passed

Blind followers drank his poison lies

while they cheered his flapping red tie

Misery came hidden in a contagious crown

a viral Corona that struck society down

Suffering arrived as silence invaded Main street

and small business struggled to make ends meet

much needed jobs vanished into oblivion

with the steady advance of infection

'Twas a year that shattered truth

with false statements, some real beauts

that disavowed the pandemic while urging solitude

and failing to alter our societies attitude

Our failed Emperor defeated decisively 

refused to concede and go away

He is truly an  ANUS HORRIBILIS

during our year of ANNUS HORRIBILIS