Author Archive for NAYKD POET

22
Jan
21

To Be Heard


As one who has spent many hours of his life infused with the need to express what is felt, seen, and heard; to acknowledge a young, inspiring Poet Amanda Gorman [https://youtu.be/FpR7iELvVrI]: to give poetry its place to affectively communicate in so many words, the hearts, minds, and consciousness of the many; gave inspiration to the following in tribute to her glorious achievement(s):

To Be Heard

To write a Poem, is not just words;

It is an individual’s feelings, felt to be heard.

To those whom encounter such a poem;

Know, its meaning is to find an emotional home.

Inspiration, often from the most innocuous place,

Can stimulate a composition of wisdom, hope and grace.

So, understanding that a Poem is more than just words;

Let its next encounter give cause for its meaning to be truly heard.

07
Jan
21

Conscious Minds’ Nod


Conscious presence of Mind,

Without which there is nothing to find;

Nor reason for purpose to define;

Nor form of structure to space in time.

Human Sentience is the perception tool

That allows for physic’s understanding to rule;

Otherwise, humanity becomes the ultimate fool

By believing: its domain is the ultimate jewel.

Does humanity’s presence make a Universe appear;

Or does all that it be – simply disappear,

Without perceptive eyes to see, ears to hear;

Or presence of conscious minds’ perception-sphere?

The answer to this quandary might be resolved

By going beyond Nature’s fundamental laws:

That all is known, guided by them, might be flawed

By their inception to a reality needing a conscious mind’s nod.

What do you think – yah, or nay?

06
Dec
20

The Year That Was…


Creeping stealth-fully through each month of the year,

Bringing with it a growing amount of fear,

The cold shadow of virus-illness’ darkness

Befall, bringing with it anxiety, and debilitating stress.

Compounding the problem to this insidious ill,

Is a global political divide making it worse, still.

Rancor on the Left, rancor rebuttal, from the Right;

Not the best during Pandemic, to sustain an intransigent fight.

Human-life, and Common-Treasure the servers to the toll;

A calamity, its egregious outcome is yet, to both, fully bestow.

Yet, to those to whom the power of decision for remedy to make

At times, for reasons unknown, seem willing to forsake.

Conspiracies to this reckoning flourish with suspicion to ill-inform;

Add to this a disputed, Presidential election to hyper this deadly storm.

Front-line workers: doctors, nurses, caregivers to the suffering infirmed;

Regardless, sacrifice to their fullest extent; need be more widely learned.

“An end is in sight – light at the end of the tunnel” echoed by the Media machine;

Labs, pharmaceutical producers feverishly work, to manufacture a viable vaccine;

And though the end of this disastrous 2020th Year, with all that to endure;

The future seems a little brighter, with hope 2021 will be a full remedy cure.

In the end, with Family & Friends, it’s now we’re most want for celebration;

And though all must respect the potential to spreading this contagion;

During the coming Christmas, and approaching New Year,

Limit your exposure to the love-ones you most want to holler and cheer!!

                        Merry Christmas & Happy New Year 2021

14
Nov
20

Poet’s Mask



Hidden behind the poet’s mask of nom de plume
Purpose being: the reader to assume,
The words written, are not to presume;
They are of the author’s suffering, loves, or doom
 
This device to severe any personal tie
To salacious nature of subject that might imply;
Guilt of connection, that might belie;
Merit of reason- the poem written, is meant to cry
 
A work of fiction then one could conclude:
Artificial circumstance, or meaning to extrude?
Not in the least: it is mere device,
Exercised to protect from guilt of vice.
14
Nov
20

Death Mask


the growing want, once and for all, to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness; having lost to trial of accomplishment, labelling this soul of presence to  energy expended as futile, and render this life expunged: with a final sardonic smile!

14
Nov
20

Cosmic Trail


With all the strength that is my mind

I reach down deep, within my soul;

Prodding in search to find

My purpose – my ultimate goal.

My brain all muddled, and confused;

Consumed in search of a truth

To answerer the question:

 What am I here to do?.

I know, with degree of certainty,

Countless others are of like mind;

Accepting life’s given challenges,

In hopes of this answer too, they will find.

Day in, day out – life-cycle continues;

Plodding along in mindless routine

Changing hats, and coats but, not the venue;

Driven forward by energy forces unseen.

Emanating from the minutest of Earth’s creatures;

Time’s life spirals outward, increasingly to an empirical scale;

Though we exhibit different living features,

Incrementally, we all follow the same cosmic trail.

16
Aug
20

naykdpoet on Medium


inspired-words

 

To those whom graciously follow my rants, here is a link to a number of essays written to my Medium.com account, not posted here: https://medium.com/me/stories/public

The tide of developments materializing since the commencement of this new decade; I have provided my view to these and am surprised to the degree to which they have so manifest. It is not to suggest some mysterious insight, but purely observing the trends, the course of discussion by those providing the necessary, crucial, and critical thinking on the topics of relevance to our societal future.

Thank you for your taking an interest in my writing contributions.

 

04
Jun
20

Music


Brought to this thought of poem by the musical talent of a friend whose lyrical creativity and vocal talent is wanting to be expressed and shared with an appreciative audience:

Music

Absorbed into the magic – of the song

Forgetting all that make life wrong

Into this mystical world I forever long

This is where I feel – most strong

Vibration’s frequency stir my Being

Optic nerve’s creation become seeing

Brain neurons make it all believing

Into the nether world – I am bleeding

Lost to dimensions thought not to exist

Why others fail to notice, strive to resist

To delve into submission – to the bliss

Given by the music – vibration – so easy to enlist

Flowing through endless universal sounds

Gravity’s weight loss – no longer being held down

Unrestrained – floating – unbound

Contentment of Being – and more – is found

02
Apr
20

Physical Existence?


Mulling through my collection of poem, prose, etc.; I encountered this particular poem; this lead me to creating this poster; expressive of words imagery:

PHYSICAL EXISTENCE

 

23
Mar
20

End of Human Existence


With little doubt, most around the world are consumed by the onslaught of the pandemic: COVID 19. The daily increase in number of deaths arising from its seemingly relentless spread. A spread by conveyance from one human individual, to another. 

Public Health officials, on all levels globally, are failing to persuade the broader public to the efficacy of the corona virus spread, and its potential lethalness with mortality reaching  into the several thousands globally.

Witnessing the blatant ignorance of humanity, of all nations, ignoring the warnings broadcast through the Media; the seriousness, and potentially devastating outcome by ignoring calls for self-isolation, social distancing, and quarantine if infected; there is given,  a sense of ironic, black humor to the `death-wish’ transpiring:

The bold, and beautiful array of human ignorance, on global display; when defiance to a truth to condition brings death, and sufferance their way, through ignorance to edict to obey: stay away; were it even, but for a moment on any given day.

Charting its invisible, pathogen course without human assistance, means meeting acceptance without resistance, by they whom seem persistent, to making its deathly journey consistent; and,  its ultimate success: the end of Human Existence.

Social Distancing

 




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