Universal Space

 

Universal Space

Cosmos of eternal realms,

a universe in space,

merging conscious beings,

in natural embrace.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

The Bond

 

The Bond

I do not lightly choose a hand

for one must make a moral stand

wield essence by stern command

confront the plague upon the land.

A conscious bond one does feel

stronger than Damascus steel

joined alliance that is real

with solemn oath, one must kneel.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café 

Together

 

Together

We stood together to shoulder the storm,

against the madness to keep us both warm,

lost in each other, extensions in part

we remained intact when the storm did depart.

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Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café

 

The Morning Veil

 

Photo Credit to "Mandy Lea"

The Morning Veil

Sun breaks through the morning veil

bathes the flowers in golden hale,

florets rise with arms outstretched

embrace their God of life and death.

Rising higher, to mountain row

radiant praise, essence aglow

sunflowers sing their glorious tune,

a cycle of life, by sun and moon.

There they stay until sun goes down

hushed to sleep on silver ground,

bathe in moon beams, dew and rain

and wait for God to come again.

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The Sorrows Came

The Sorrows Came

When our gardens burned in the banes of treason,

and our essence empaled by American mallets,

the sorrows came in the form of demons

and filled to brim our bloodied ballots.

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The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures”

Vultures

In those days,
when civilization kicked us in the face
the vultures built in the shadows of their talons
the blood-stained monument of tutelage.


David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career.

Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.

Yoke of Oppression

Yoke of Oppression

When the red coats trampled us into the dirt

and the clouds of hunger swallowed our skies,

the yoke of oppression found our necks,

while squalid futures bled the fields dry.

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The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures”

Vultures

In those days,
when civilization kicked us in the face
the vultures built in the shadows of their talons
the blood-stained monument of tutelage.

David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career.

Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.

Governing Order

Governing Order

In these days of negative spectrums,

when truth and morals are engulfed in flames,

the governing order locks our doors

growing fat with their misery games.

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The poem was inspired by David Diop’s Poem “Vultures”


Vultures

In those days,
when civilization kicked us in the face
the vultures built in the shadows of their talons
the blood-stained monument of tutelage.

David Diop - (born July 9, 1927, Bordeaux, Fr.—died 1960, Dakar, Senegal), was one of the most talented French West African poets of the 1950s, whose tragic death in an airplane crash cut short a promising career.

Diop’s works in Coups de pilon (1956; “Pounding”), his only surviving collection, are angry poems of protest against European cultural values, enumerating the sufferings of his people first under the slave trade and then under the domination of colonial rule and calling for revolution to lead to a glorious future for Africa.

Distractions

 

Distractions

Many, too many programs

planted in our minds

distracts the ease of dreaming

that sails behind the blinds.

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Radiation Games

 

Radiation Games

Yellow is a nuclear meltdown,

that sits upon an Olympic torch,

with Japan’s three-ring circus fire,

on Fukushima’s radiant porch.

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The Activist Poet

About this Brevity: March 11th, 2021 marks the 10th depressing anniversary of the Fukushima Dai-ichi disaster in Japan. They still cannot find the meltdown material nor get close to the area as lethal doses of Radiation are still being emitted. Millions of tons of radioactive water is about to be dumped in the pacific regardless of what neighboring countries think.

After 10 years of daily uncontrolled contamination, there is still a government cover up and draconian laws in place to silence and jail anyone who discloses information. All the while, the Japanese government is still pushing to hold the Olympic games...imagine that, "The Radiation Games" are still on.

Fukushima’s First Decade In A 100-Year Long Catastrophe

Evolution

Evolution

Life evolves by the planting of a seed...an idea...

resonating into light, to become a sea of profound changes.

Eternal Light

Eternal Light

Come to me…

You my child, who toils in light and darkness,

I am here in brilliance, as a reminder of our bond.

Remember me, when you are weary,

when confusion blocks your way.

You are of me, and I of infinite fire,

our light is one, the candle of all souls,

light never extinguished,

that lives in thoughts and dreams.

I am the father of life, and the son of eternity,

the well of souls, replenishment of mind and spirit.

I am the light that glows, and creator of shadow,

the conscious energy of our essence.

Come to me…

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James Yuill – No Surprize

Video Source: World United Music

James Yuill Artist Profile and Music

Lost

Lost

Misplaced compass,

coherence gone,

obscured vision,

spirit withdrawn.

Listless ship,

mind astray,

stormy seas,

burdens weigh.

Cumbrous keel,

sails fall,

identity vanished,

in the squall.

Ballast sinks,

essence tossed,

emotions plunge,

all hope lost.

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About this Poem: Life presents many challenges as we walk the path in front of us. However, sometimes we become lost, lose our way and fall into depression. Something that I’m familiar with. There is good news at the end when treated, as it comes in the form of an awakening.

The Light of Life

The Light of Life

Life awakened

in captured time,

spirits brightly shone.

Tempus formed,

ego rose, battles raged,

I was alone…

Then you came,

removed my shell,

oh brilliant light!