POETIC OCEANS 2

For Kerry's Sunday Feature Artist- Kelly Letky  at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. It did not look like  the 'road not taken' nor did it seem untrodden though silently deserted, cranky voices of travelers mumbling, walking slowly, some with sticks  some with bags clothes tattered, soiled like rags what wanderers, gypsies or knights are these, perhaps disguised, going where? to unknown inns and places, who will find the real traces of cart and carriage wheels dug deep ruts in mud and mire, who will know Ye Olde Captain smelling of rum and whiskey? in strange attire-patriotic spirit afire what sweet whistles and jingles of keys and songs are these? what rustling of maps and tinkles of coins, of silver and gold dusty and crumpled but preciously held, as sonorously they stumble- forward determined, some on horses, lamblers, no racers, no hurry no worry, they move and giggle n grumple, no heroic braves may know this was the way to go- no...

I wish I had not seen  this but I did  for I was free and so I thought in my own country, on the screen what all was happening on the street it is not a foreign place nor foreign  are the men on the beat How safe we are today at home? I wish I had not seen this- from time to time I cried and  prayed and prayed with the people, felt the hurt they suffered -what if  it had been me or mine -but it is to me it could happen -so are we free? How safe we are today at home? I wish I had not seen this- I see them smile hardly 4 6 7 and 10-  my own kids with such responsibility and I thought 'I crossed barbed wires and so soon the wires are back in place-? and in my own free country? I wish I had not seen this    they said it was a new country  our own land our own home free  the colonial crown is down  gone is the purple gown-  but so soon we are marching again in the su...

Aaj ka insaan kuch bhi dar guzar karta nahi hai aaj ka insaan Allah se nahi machron se darta hai kyun ustaad ki zubaan mei aqwaal e zarin nahi aaj ka ustaad kiya likhta hai kya parrhta hai aaj ka insaan pyaar muhabat ka bhooka hai  har nazar pe nazar har haath pe haath rakhta hai har ghareeb be kaar har ameer dost lagta hai aaj ka insaan kiya apnaata hai kya parakhta hai dosti narmi sabar o bardaasht kahan hai sab ko  tez ghusse ka bukhaar charrhta hai aaj ka insaan taish ka samaan karta hai aai ka insaan shaitaan ki hamdardi karta hai aaj ka insaan dehshat gard hai-banta hai aaj ka insaan to bas paise ke liye marta hai               Copyright CER 2014 

If anyone, a Demimonde be who made her so and  so I ask buried in deep  graves at birth what a short life on Earth  anyone gave, or is giving? so I ask  mother symbolized , Mother sacred crying candle, gypsy unclaimed desiring to wander than beg asylum in her own native country  a Nomad who made her so? so I ask  Arabia  Africa Asia West or East is she a bait for the lustful beast? Ubuntu’ Ubuntu’  She seeks  Thee None  Confessions to the Priest              Chastity by spiritually deceased? so I ask         I Me Mine  Myself what can I say       oranges in the garden some areas gray      obey follow laws,  transgress or delay     be with grandeur  and rites of tay         serve best yet  no one will st...

when I sit alone by myself  gazing at the boundless sky often I see a solitary bird gliding gracefully far up high                                                              Then I do not think myself alone  When I tread on ground or grass trees and flowers and plants I pass flies buzz around,butterflies flutter ants walk in line as if to class                                                                   Then I do not think myself alone   when I search the Heavens seven  created in layers consistent, my questing vision perceives no break but patterns amazing  in the firmament     ...

            Unseen Chambers of life     felt only unknown features of strife welt only sacred   duty  of a seed birth only all divinity all mystery Beauty  only Intimacy in distant space invisible sense only  Love in silence , heard  in silence only  Ah life, thou came grew  lived  to die only One Known, One Truth, One Power Only In response to Poem 'Native Seeds' by Dr Susan Chast at POETS UNITED

It’s even more than roses express the color of the heart's flow felt in  veins which do not show heard in  sounds of the beat slow- I myself do not know,like Earth- when the stem came in to grow perhaps the seed already there  needed the green to begin  care- and now my restless soul seeks the roots of the rose that keeps me awake pierced in tears  thorns touch creating fears – I reach for the sweet aroma breathe deep to inhale incense I reach out to feel the petals   I'm held by forbidden clutches why do we connect with souls who merge with the  spirit bring peace and calm, then amalgamating, silently leave  cease, after   applying the balm Now I gather the roses again in vain, though, to ease the pain,    of my  Quest for Ultimate Truth  I seek the saving soul all over  Whom I hope to meet, in pure rain.

Midweek Motif: Social Goods My Choice  from Mr Mohandas Gandhi ji's  Seven Deadly Sins of Society                                                   'Education Without Character' If I am an Educator My talk and walk should show My vision of where to go In the future My work should prove My mission to improve The learners The beginners The misled Good; I believe that our spirits are not yet dead; Just at odd moments I feel Have I failed The Message To reveal? The mist still floats  At times with the breeze Descends amidst the trees                  Is it here to stay Or is it to warn us Of The Good Right Way?

 I cannot work because There is something or someone  who talks to me And keeps me waiting If only I could see The Spirit Which I feel close, yet so far Placing the bar  on my thoughts and actions, I cannot think because  my mind is quiet not stirring Lest  sweet words of The Spirit May not find their way in And I may crush the tender layer thin In between which keeps us bound, I cannot let go the joy  in my heart I have found at hearing  mellifluous melody of  affectionate aura around, seeping in the soul  making peace washing smoothly away the tears and the fears so deep, I can now sleep with ease For I cannot speak or say of the Good Night Prayer That descends in time so rare And I cannot say that If I wake Life may be like a snow flake White and pure and sure, as The Angels in Heaven, make. Poem 'Intimacy' by Dr Susan Chast at Poets United 

Just Yesterday It seems in  memories we read about the Great Flood Just Yesterday We heard stories Of the killing and the flowing blood Just yesterday we suffered and tread And crossed borders through ‘The Great Divide Just yesterday We played ‘touch the tree’ hopscotch marbles seek and hide Just Yesterday We drove around in Chevrolet s Fiats with Jeeps beside Just yesterday we spent warm afternoons lazing and building castles in the sand Just yesterday running for the ice lolly at the tapping of the Cart man's hand Today I look at Photographs reflecting memories Of moments good and bad Just yesterday some others' ruled many people,easily fooled Today young or old Memories happy and sad In  photographs are all we hold. Just Happiness or sorrow Who knows tomorrow So I tear and pile up Heaps of paper, to be sold.

How to say that  a calm vision flashes again  How to convey, solemn serenity descends to ease the pain How to stop the love  that wishes to explain How to express that the heart beats in memories enchained How to convince that a peaceful presence remains How to relate the tenderness felt so deep in the domains How to connect the eternal loss that  good health claims ? Some hand held close the sweet scent till it rose till waves were calm warm was the coat and the palm till darkness engulfed the misty heat the clasp unclasped letting go slowly sinking to the sandy floor love's hope fell, held no more  You too say? like all before? So sank the precious rose  like a heart of hope but not  of Faith as deep and vast as the seas and oceans eternal,pure' Let me just believe then that it is fear of the sharp thorn the sweet scent is but a refrain - life’s safe lodging is but torn where once  life itself was bor...

I have never felt about life this way How one stays alive and then goes away so many passings I have seen  I wonder now where I have been or maybe be one day- distances may vary and feelings deep one can be alive and sleep- or one can die and sleep! These lines are coming as I think of you maybe we some day, meet April or  March are the cruelest months Strangely July was sacred joyous and cruel   even now in August I feel tears falling across the oceans far away, sadness separation eternal says 'the silent calling' killing blood spilling, kill kill kill' run run run hide hide' lie hide truth Waste more the Wasteland -no more  are the loving ones around, only screaming silences sound A war within a war A war so far a war on a star, Detonating deafening destructing  A war on sand a war on land    War on terror, war by error?  what the screaming silence said hills or deserts ground or...

In Freedom There is Fear When a close and dear   one, is no more, In Freedom there is Blood When All you made in life Is washed away in flood; In freedom there is sacrifice When all you claim and own Is taken away without a price; In freedom there is Liberty For many just a statue All fights, no rights, nor equality; In Freedom there are letters promises and false hopes as soon you are in iron fetters; In Freedom I was born I never saw my land  I long for   In dewdrops in the morn; In Freedom there is a gift   treasure not and you find it floating by and adrift; In Freedom there is love peace and harmony Hold it strong with the rope above;  

 people, at first strangers enter  soul's chambers  create a spark, a fire   In  scattered ashes One reaches out  to touch  nothingness, visible To hold, yet  the presence is felt, known as the  hidden heart connects  in unseen oceans of emotions