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From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.
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Posted: Jun 2010
Post CommentThe Orange Good and The White Sun_1
I had gotten an odd present for my birthday.
That was a huge box, covered in bright and shining paper, with a big red bow.
I had been so curious and finally I decided to open the box next day.
I was looking at it, fidgeting with it.
Suddenly it seemed to me that there was something moving inside the box.
I knocked at the box with my forefinger.
Then I put my ear to the bright paper.
I heard the funny husky voice from there:
- Don't knock, please!
I got scared and recoiled from the table.
The box fell down.
- O-o-oh! - the voice said from the box.
Then there was some fuss for a while, and finally the same husky voice asked:
- Let me get out of here please, there is no space and no air to breath.
- Who are you?
- I am a Good, - the voice said from the box.
- ???
There began some fuss in the box again.
And I hastily untied the bow.
I took the paper away and carefully touched the cover.
Something small and orange fell from the box.
It jumped to the windowsill and almost fell outside.
- Be careful! - I pulled it to the floor, - you could hurt yourself!
- “Hurt”? - the Good asked, - what does “hurt” mean?
That simple and straight question made me confused.
- Well, it means that you could die...
- What does “die” mean? - the funny orange Good jumped onto my lap.
How could I explain to this little one what is death?
And I said:
- Forget!
The Good laughed and rolled down from my lap.
- Where did you come from, such an odd thing?
My new friend laughed again but didn't answer.
Then it flooded me with questions “What is that white on the trees and windows? What is there outside that nips my cheeks?”
I had no time even comprehend those simple and innocent questions, and then it asked new ones.
Finally the list of questions was over and my new little friend started to walk around the room, looking at the souvenirs which probably were its weakness.
I sighed with relief, at the chance to rest but then it startled me with the next questions:
- What is so noisy?
- Those are cars, - I said.
- What are they for?
- To drive people.
- Some kind of horses?
- Mmm, something... sort of... But they are much faster, complicated and dangerous.
- Dangerous? What does it mean?
- Well, danger is something that we are afraid of.
- Why are you afraid of it?
- Oh my God! Please stop asking these questions, your what's and why's!
- Why are you afraid of it? - the Good asked its question again, it wasn't even paying attention at my words.
- Because everybody is afraid of death! - I said it a bit irritated.
- Hm-m, the death... perhaps it is pleasure!
- No! - I got frown. - it is very bad.
- Then what is bad?
I got lost and babbled something:
- Well, bad... bad is not good...
I was really wondered because the Good came to me and gravely nodded.
It was thinking of something for a while.
Then it called me:
- Hey, if the death is not good then why is there so much of it?
To be continued...
That was a huge box, covered in bright and shining paper, with a big red bow.
I had been so curious and finally I decided to open the box next day.
I was looking at it, fidgeting with it.
Suddenly it seemed to me that there was something moving inside the box.
I knocked at the box with my forefinger.
Then I put my ear to the bright paper.
I heard the funny husky voice from there:
- Don't knock, please!
I got scared and recoiled from the table.
The box fell down.
- O-o-oh! - the voice said from the box.
Then there was some fuss for a while, and finally the same husky voice asked:
- Let me get out of here please, there is no space and no air to breath.
- Who are you?
- I am a Good, - the voice said from the box.
- ???
There began some fuss in the box again.
And I hastily untied the bow.
I took the paper away and carefully touched the cover.
Something small and orange fell from the box.
It jumped to the windowsill and almost fell outside.
- Be careful! - I pulled it to the floor, - you could hurt yourself!
- “Hurt”? - the Good asked, - what does “hurt” mean?
That simple and straight question made me confused.
- Well, it means that you could die...
- What does “die” mean? - the funny orange Good jumped onto my lap.
How could I explain to this little one what is death?
And I said:
- Forget!
The Good laughed and rolled down from my lap.
- Where did you come from, such an odd thing?
My new friend laughed again but didn't answer.
Then it flooded me with questions “What is that white on the trees and windows? What is there outside that nips my cheeks?”
I had no time even comprehend those simple and innocent questions, and then it asked new ones.
Finally the list of questions was over and my new little friend started to walk around the room, looking at the souvenirs which probably were its weakness.
I sighed with relief, at the chance to rest but then it startled me with the next questions:
- What is so noisy?
- Those are cars, - I said.
- What are they for?
- To drive people.
- Some kind of horses?
- Mmm, something... sort of... But they are much faster, complicated and dangerous.
- Dangerous? What does it mean?
- Well, danger is something that we are afraid of.
- Why are you afraid of it?
- Oh my God! Please stop asking these questions, your what's and why's!
- Why are you afraid of it? - the Good asked its question again, it wasn't even paying attention at my words.
- Because everybody is afraid of death! - I said it a bit irritated.
- Hm-m, the death... perhaps it is pleasure!
- No! - I got frown. - it is very bad.
- Then what is bad?
I got lost and babbled something:
- Well, bad... bad is not good...
I was really wondered because the Good came to me and gravely nodded.
It was thinking of something for a while.
Then it called me:
- Hey, if the death is not good then why is there so much of it?
To be continued...
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post CommentThe Orange Good and The White Sun_2
I stopped and thought, and honestly I didn't know what to say.
The one silly conclusion hanging in my mind was if there is so much of death, then it must be good!
But then what is good? What is the Good?
I looked at it.
Something small, shining and orange, without any stable shape.
Something as innocent as probably I was a long time ago...
Or was I still?
Otherwise it couldn't get to me at all...
I took the Good and put it on the table.
It was looking at me with its pure blue eyes and waiting.
I don't know what happened to my voice because I whispered:
- You are right friend, but I don't really understand it.
- Why don't you understand?
- Why? - I turned around, - nobody understands.
- Hm, - the Good stopped talking.
It kept silent till noon.
And it got confused when I invited it for lunch.
It started to ask me the questions again.
A funny and curious little one which was itself a proof that anything good cannot be bigger than this my odd orange friend.
So, I realized that it didn't need food.
- Why do you eat? - the Good queried, - for what?
- Well, everybody has to eat to be alive.
- What is alive?
- Mmm, alive is not dead... - I wished I didn't say it.
- The death... again death... death, - the Good was repeating this word being climbing on the cabinet.
- Hey little one! Come down! - I called it when I finished lunch but it was silent, - ok, as you wish!
It stayed there till the end of the day.
I called it a few more times and then left it alone.
The Good woke me in the morning:
- You know, the stars sometimes also didn't understand me, but they used to say why. When the sun threw me to the space, the stars were so glad that they finally had somebody to talk to... you know, they are very talkative! You can't imagine how easily they get bored if they have to keep quiet for a few minutes. Ah, so they were so happy to have me. But since that moment I was thrown to the space, the sun became white. And it will be white forever. It was already too tired.
I suddenly figured out that the bright orange colour of my friend had become paler.
- What's wrong with you? - I asked, but it didn't answer.
It was getting lighter and lighter day after day.
I didn't hear its clear and infectious laughter anymore.
The Good was getting more and more quiet and passive.
Then I realized that it was sick.
I didn't know how to treat it, I have never treated the Good.
I left it on the shelf and went to the pharmacy for some advice in this strange situation.
When I came back, I didn't find the light-orange blemish among the books.
The window was opened and there was a mark on the windowsill.
I realized that the Good had flown away.
Perhaps, the stars were calling for it.
To be continued...
The one silly conclusion hanging in my mind was if there is so much of death, then it must be good!
But then what is good? What is the Good?
I looked at it.
Something small, shining and orange, without any stable shape.
Something as innocent as probably I was a long time ago...
Or was I still?
Otherwise it couldn't get to me at all...
I took the Good and put it on the table.
It was looking at me with its pure blue eyes and waiting.
I don't know what happened to my voice because I whispered:
- You are right friend, but I don't really understand it.
- Why don't you understand?
- Why? - I turned around, - nobody understands.
- Hm, - the Good stopped talking.
It kept silent till noon.
And it got confused when I invited it for lunch.
It started to ask me the questions again.
A funny and curious little one which was itself a proof that anything good cannot be bigger than this my odd orange friend.
So, I realized that it didn't need food.
- Why do you eat? - the Good queried, - for what?
- Well, everybody has to eat to be alive.
- What is alive?
- Mmm, alive is not dead... - I wished I didn't say it.
- The death... again death... death, - the Good was repeating this word being climbing on the cabinet.
- Hey little one! Come down! - I called it when I finished lunch but it was silent, - ok, as you wish!
It stayed there till the end of the day.
I called it a few more times and then left it alone.
The Good woke me in the morning:
- You know, the stars sometimes also didn't understand me, but they used to say why. When the sun threw me to the space, the stars were so glad that they finally had somebody to talk to... you know, they are very talkative! You can't imagine how easily they get bored if they have to keep quiet for a few minutes. Ah, so they were so happy to have me. But since that moment I was thrown to the space, the sun became white. And it will be white forever. It was already too tired.
I suddenly figured out that the bright orange colour of my friend had become paler.
- What's wrong with you? - I asked, but it didn't answer.
It was getting lighter and lighter day after day.
I didn't hear its clear and infectious laughter anymore.
The Good was getting more and more quiet and passive.
Then I realized that it was sick.
I didn't know how to treat it, I have never treated the Good.
I left it on the shelf and went to the pharmacy for some advice in this strange situation.
When I came back, I didn't find the light-orange blemish among the books.
The window was opened and there was a mark on the windowsill.
I realized that the Good had flown away.
Perhaps, the stars were calling for it.
To be continued...
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post CommentFirefly
Firefly flying in the night sky
Fly thee magnificence on high
Tickled amongst the heavens above
Patter thy wings on my love
Soon the sun shall set the skies aglow
And you may wonder what light it will throw
Through dense trees it shall be piercing and fine
Dancing on underbrush and needles of pine
You shall mosey on through vast fields of iridescence
And come to a contemplation of a certain presence
Soon the sun shall come through clear and bright
Shining on its presence of light
Fly thee magnificence on high
Tickled amongst the heavens above
Patter thy wings on my love
Soon the sun shall set the skies aglow
And you may wonder what light it will throw
Through dense trees it shall be piercing and fine
Dancing on underbrush and needles of pine
You shall mosey on through vast fields of iridescence
And come to a contemplation of a certain presence
Soon the sun shall come through clear and bright
Shining on its presence of light
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post Comment
Ode to Da' Man
Every now and then there comes along a man
Who is chocolate brown, tall, and walks seemingly oblivious of us all...DA’ MAN!
This homosapien stands out from the rest because he is
Impeccably dressed--fragrant with the best, and
be jeweled with the highest quality bling--the offspring
Sired of the Motherland King…DA’ MAN!
Along with all this grandeur, this man with his sizzling gander
Can make the ladies swoon, enthralled with his bass voice tune
Of conjugal entreat, they pitifully fall beneath his feet…DA’ MAN!
Though stoic in all he undertakes, the first sign of love
He executes his escape dodging any impervious commitment
In the morning light revolting from the intimate events
Of the previous night…DA’ MAN.
This man was created to sacrifice and fight, as he takes to him
The woman whom God has chosen for his wife
For reproducing, protecting and providing an eternal life
Directed by his Sovereign Lord and King, for he is a commandment being…DA’ MAN.
Thus, this ode has been penned, in total or in part, to calm the
Raging woes of a man hurt in the matters of his heart
Reminding the man that he was in the Master’s Mind when He
Created all mankind, and he is never alone,for he is the Father’s
Greatest own…DA’ MAN.
M. Elizabeth Smith
Play: "How Great Is Our God" -
Who is chocolate brown, tall, and walks seemingly oblivious of us all...DA’ MAN!
This homosapien stands out from the rest because he is
Impeccably dressed--fragrant with the best, and
be jeweled with the highest quality bling--the offspring
Sired of the Motherland King…DA’ MAN!
Along with all this grandeur, this man with his sizzling gander
Can make the ladies swoon, enthralled with his bass voice tune
Of conjugal entreat, they pitifully fall beneath his feet…DA’ MAN!
Though stoic in all he undertakes, the first sign of love
He executes his escape dodging any impervious commitment
In the morning light revolting from the intimate events
Of the previous night…DA’ MAN.
This man was created to sacrifice and fight, as he takes to him
The woman whom God has chosen for his wife
For reproducing, protecting and providing an eternal life
Directed by his Sovereign Lord and King, for he is a commandment being…DA’ MAN.
Thus, this ode has been penned, in total or in part, to calm the
Raging woes of a man hurt in the matters of his heart
Reminding the man that he was in the Master’s Mind when He
Created all mankind, and he is never alone,for he is the Father’s
Greatest own…DA’ MAN.
M. Elizabeth Smith
Play: "How Great Is Our God" -
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
Penned to remember a special one from a relationship put on hold..Beautiful
I was made BEAUTIFUL, you see
When the Fire inside you ignited within me
Combusted and set my soul free.
BEAUTIFUL, yes, free from hopelessness and despair
Free from my illnesses and care
Free from my worries and heavy load.
BEAUTIFUL by the touch of your voice with its sensual rhyme
Would make my passions rise and climb to heights before never known
Freeing my inhibitions, causing dead feelings live in a new zone.
Yes, BEAUTIFUl--whatever may come, there may never be an us
Your attention to me, though decadent and impacted with lust
Will never be taken away from me since that very first day.
For love is infinite, eternal--though sometimes cruel
Will never fade away
For love is more than BEAUTIFUL.
M. Elizabeth Smith
Play: “Our Love” -
When the Fire inside you ignited within me
Combusted and set my soul free.
BEAUTIFUL, yes, free from hopelessness and despair
Free from my illnesses and care
Free from my worries and heavy load.
BEAUTIFUL by the touch of your voice with its sensual rhyme
Would make my passions rise and climb to heights before never known
Freeing my inhibitions, causing dead feelings live in a new zone.
Yes, BEAUTIFUl--whatever may come, there may never be an us
Your attention to me, though decadent and impacted with lust
Will never be taken away from me since that very first day.
For love is infinite, eternal--though sometimes cruel
Will never fade away
For love is more than BEAUTIFUL.
M. Elizabeth Smith
Play: “Our Love” -
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
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