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06
Feb
21
Coded Messages
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.
15
Dec
19
Birth of a Child
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Dedicated to a good friend who is Father to his first child:
Birth of a Child
Becoming Father, to Child, a new life borne;
Brings new meaning to life’s passage;
A path marked with hurdles, not forewarned.
Now each day’s beginning, discovery is met;
As a new life’s meaning, begins to unfold;
Filled with new surprises, surpassing any regrets
Challenges to past norms, increasingly out of sight;
The miracle of wonder, experience to discovery;
The birth of a child, brings to an adult’s life.
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03
May
19
The Divine Answer
On the last day of Creation, God gathered every living species of earth-born creature save for one of them: Human.
God, looking proudly outward, the murmuring echoes of all assembled, slowly hushed to complete silence.
God’s purpose, told to the gathered: ‘….excluding Human from this gathering is in order to bestow unto this one specie, a unique, talent trait meant to set them apart from all the rest of creation: the gift of wonderment; the thought of mind: to Question.’
In that moment, the multitudes gathered, broke their silence; the lush, open valley echoing their sullen, moan of disappointment.
God, reflecting a moment, feeling the unanimous reaction, once again spoke; the valley again falling silent.
God’s eyes, lit brighter than countless Suns, shouted in the loudest, thunderous voice so all would be sure to hear, crying out: ‘Be not dishearten my flock, for to you all who stand here, reverently before Me, I treasure you with an even more precious gift; the Divine Answer to the question humanity will be most consumed to answer: ‘What is the purpose to this human life? And further, you are free to speak of this, to tell every Human you encounter, and through your progeny, for all eternity.‘
God, feeling the renewed energy of goodness, joy and happiness well up from among them beckoned with cheer and reverence; `Go now! Return to the place on this Earth you call Home!’.
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Where Have I been?
Tags: art, commentary, computer, environment, faith, family, humanity, inspiration, Internet, life, News, politics, relationships, religion, science, space, technology, truth, wireless, writing
It has been some time since posting to NAYKD POET, not for lack of want, but truly, finding little that is positive to inspire expression; what ever the topic, and/or, medium of communication conveyance.
This tumultuous era, as a collective: Humanity, we are now experiencing, by my armature examination, is a culmination, in fact a collision, of the facets that constitute the infra-structure of society: civil or unruly.
The basic, principle category components: Science, Religion, Politics, Finance/Economics, Nationalist Culture, Sexuality, Genetics, Technology(ies); all being, presently, challenged to their relevancy, to the individual, and as a collective. The latter being discriminated into groups, or tribes, defined by such criteria, resulting in a matrix of potential, conflicting beliefs, truths, and acceptance.
And, not unlike the trauma imposed upon global humanity during historic revolutionary changes in human development, duly categorized as the: Stone-age, Iron-age, Industrial-age, and now, the Information-age; this latter period likely to be the most daunting to lapse into a state of manageable, universal conformity.
The exponential presence, and societal relevance, of Internet communications, the portable devices making possible instant communication: text, voice, video, are contributing to a climatic change; the temper(ature) of tolerance: capably, willingly assumed, without direct imposition by a ruling-class. When a true, scalable instance of expression, within moments of happening can culminate in violent riot, or the saving of a life, simultaneously witnessed, and responded to, by every globally connected individual, instantly.
The diversity of viewpoint, opinion, on virtually any topic of free expression, or conflation of information, has manifest a vital opportunity, but at the steep cost of credulity: who, or what, to believe to be true, honest, and factual.
What the Information-age appears to have most successfully achieve, to date, is to expose how dangerously disruptive diverse beliefs, and allegiances, to the definable, basic component structures that form an evolving human presence on Earth can be. And, unfortunately, with the ever expanding web of virtual influence of information technologies; matters have greater promise of unbridled upheaval and disenfranchisement.
Not a happy, nor positive projection of time to come; but, awareness to this potential, to this mind, will serve well to temper what ever storm is yet to erupt.
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