Daily missive for Wednesday the 20th of February.

The world did end
I was there
To see it happen
Looked it in the face
Saw the truth
Of my inconsequence
On the continuance
Of this place
Rotating even as I waited
For an understanding
Of its progression
Stumbled over words
With a small voice
Lacking cadence
Drifted in a slurry
Of yesterdays
Watched as everything
Moved further away
Until finally, it stopped
The lights blinked out
Even as the sun shone
There was darkness
In every colour
As every little thing bled
One into another
Even though I saw
The turning of the days
The passion
In other plays
There was no impact
On such alien surroundings
No decision
Asked or made
Nothing to change
The direction
Of travel
The world did end
Until
Slowly, it started up
Again
Without me.

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Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

Rush to Judgment*~by Constancio Sulapas Asumen Jr


 

 

CDLXXXIX ~> Rush to Judgment*

CDLXXXIX ~> Rush to Judgment*
(Opus489 ~> Rush to Judgment)
(1)
Frequently wrong yet seldom uncertain,
Vouchsafes attributes for tame arrogance;
Cognizant of shame, oblivious of pain,
Vexing lethargic with extravagance,
Waxing nostalgic of framed elegance:
When rush to judgment bids par for the course;
Sans hints of laments nor scores for remorse!
(2)
Virtue prevails when major miracles
Descend like deluge as befits Noah’s Ark;
While protocols confused for principles,
Tradition sails on, as the salvage bark
For younger souls, their sojourn to embark:
Righteous devotion through entitlement
Ensures nurturing some rush to judgment!
(3)
While all seems well, what boots it to deny
Some predicaments are of your making?
Though rush to judgment tries to justify
The lapse in prudence, vaguely forsaking
Crimes of consequence beyond mistaking:
Condign wages of plain legerdemain
Accumulate and dissipate with pain!
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*Hook image (SlaveMarket13H489.jpg), sequestered uncaptioned, from the Pinterest Artworks cyber collection reached my email inbox by gratis subscription.
Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

THE PALMIST~by Jagjit Singh Zandu


 

 

THE PALMIST

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When you saw me
Reading a book on palmistry,
You thundered like lightening,
Yeah, now you want
To become a palmist!
And I in angerl
Threw the book on floor,
Let you be happy!
I couldn’t understand
Why were you scary?
Perhaps it may be
That getting knowledge of palmistry
I may uncover your dark moments
In the past or present!
Or,
Feeling scary of dark tornadoes
Which may happen in future,
I may lose my vigor to face
Life’s spine breaking dark storms

I remember that
I continued reading
Not only this book
But also was learning
About astrology and it’s minute aspects
How can you remember now
In the 1st week of December
I had asked you
Not to eat sweets
Some relative had come to deliver
I had said to you
I had been nurturing a fear
May not you leave me
Alone in this world!
You were so happy
And asked me
Really! You love me so much,
I could only utter,
Yeah, so much!

Now you may be watching
Living among galaxies of stars over the blue
What dark storm shattered
My love, life and
Snatched you & our only son
Before my eyes and
I was just turned like a stone!
Don’t know, I
To nurture & look after
Your three blooming buds,
My humble being was compelled
To keep the weight of breaths
Over my lone scary shoulders!

But
Thanks to my Lord & Guru Ji,
Who guided me &
Showed me the way of to live!

Now all your three
Buds grown as blooming roses,
Are making their household orchards fragrant!
And
I have developed a hobby
To play with imaginary bodies & forms
Of words and language
And
I m living with elegance
Making words & imagery
My friends to play with me.
Till, I leave this mortal world
And join you as
A shining star of some galaxy near you!
(c) Jagjit Singh Zandu (Jit)
February 19, 2019

Note: This poem is the English version of my Panjabi poem Jyotshi(ਜ਼ੋਤਸ਼ੀ) as translated by myself !!

Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

“LISTEN TO YOUR HEART” ~by Martin Gedge


 

 

POEM “LISTEN TO YOUR HEART” by martin gedge

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Always listen to your heart
and let your feelings show
for times your right or times your wrong
it’s sure to let you know
just let it out when things get tough
and never hold it in
it hurts when you don’t treat it well
but lets you start again
it weighs the things that matter much
and helps you to decide
smiles wide when times are good
when two of hearts collide
it holds the magical mystery key
when loves comes on the scene
and if you put your all in it
it’s the passion in your dream
sometimes it breaks it’s hard to lose
but you get back on your feet
and you make the world a better place
if you step to every beat
but always know it won’t let you down
if you open up the space
for when you need it all the most
it always show it’s face
just let them see the show in you
that your heart is good and strong
and take of what you have to share
to pave the road your on…

by martin gedge©

Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

Hello Wednesday haiku~by Jeremy J Croucher


No.4 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

 

Hello Wednesday haiku

Hello there Wednesday
The midweek calming captures
Thursday’s fragrance looms

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

Life..~by David Edwards


 

 

Life…

What is this thing that we call life
filled with love and stress and strife
a different challenge, every day
we face them all, in our own way
and life goes on with faith and hope
we all get through it, we all cope
when life deals us a rotten card
and life can sometimes seem so hard
our friends and family will be there
to show us that they love and care
to help us through lifes long hard fight
out of the darkness, into the light
we wonder, what life has in store
and whether we can take much more
but, still we do and life goes on
and we know, come what may
whatever life can throw at us
we’ll face it, day by day
so, come on life, you try it, if you dare
no matter what you throw at us
you’ll find, we will not care
with friends and family at our side
to help through us through any strife
we are, all strong enough to stick
two fingers up to life.
What is this thing that we call life
filled with love and stress and strife……..

Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

Devilish-Defined~by Hansraj Sharma


 

 

Devilish-Defined

What a tough twist-
In the traditional treat
A few enlightening-moments
Yet, events getting hard and firm.

Opening the curtain with gloom
And stealing off big life-deal
Seeking devilish blessings
For acts devilish-defined.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2019
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

EMOTIONS~by Aendgzel Roze


 

 

EMOTIONS

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Emotions like those fleecy clouds up high
It vary its heights and figures shown
From dawn till the dusk hours
It may be pleasing and chaotic at times
But still there’s a mystery behind its quietness
So allow them to be flowed
And burst its different hues
To where and how it’ll should be perfectly homed.

© Aendgzel Roze
20Feb2019

photography by: Aendgzel Roze

Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 20, 2019

PETALS IN PRAYER~by Saroj K Padhi


 

 

PETALS IN PRAYER

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Wounded, my petals droop into a darkness
pervading in the garden
illumining 
moments of hurts and betrayal ;

lilting to touch of balm in soft palms
of flowers absorbed in an evening prayer,
spreading incense from invisible souls
that burn under mists of doubts’ thick layer;
raising questions about the possibility
of those bleeding hours of past being able
to redeem themselves in a purifying fire !

Breaths of flowers under night’s bower
take on a strange white tinge
from the spectre of day’s fire
that burned coagulated blood
while raising a crucial speculation —
as to how and when all our dreams will
merge into a certain peace of earth’s mire
bringing an end to all forms desire !!

Flowers chuckle to tunes
of birds in silence composing soul’s
new songs of a rising smokeless fire,
the moon comes down to my palms
to declare the end of all hurts
and the birth of a new silence
from womb of noisy thoughts
propelling the sentient night
to bask under a real meaningful moment
of awakening into the flames of
a silent desireless desire !!!

Copy right : @ Saroj K. Padhi


Celebrating Black History Month:

 

Knowing your American Heroes


SOJOUNER TRUTH (ISABELLA BAUMFREE 1797-1883)

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Was born Isabella Baumfree
She was one of thirteen siblings.
Born to Elizabeth and James
In slavery was their beginning.

At nine years of age she was sold
During that time only spoke Dutch.
The new master was very cruel
She was beaten and suffered much.

During her stay with John Neely
She found refuge in religion.
Was only Dutch that she could speak
He would beat her for this reason.

Soon after Martinus Schryver
Who needed help in his tavern.
Was morally questionable
For her abuse was now a pattern.

In eighteen-ten was sold again
To Mr. and Mrs. Dumont.
Again she was treated cruel and harsh
For her this stay would haunt.

Eighteen-fifteen she met Robert
This relationship was forbade.
Because his owner did not want
Him having children with other slaves.

He snuck to meet Isabella
And was beaten savagely.
They bound him and dragged him away
No longer would she ever see.

A daughter came shortly after
She named her child Diana.
Although Robert never returned
The only love for Isabella.

In eighteen-hundred-and-seventeen
She was forced to marry Thomas.
Together they had four children
Dumont would renege his promise.

Dumont promised Isabella
In one year he would set her free.
She satisfied her obligation
With her infant daughter she did flee.

On June first, eighteen-forty-three
Changed her name to Sojourner Truth.
Preached about abolitionists
And tolerance despite her youth.

Women’s rights and prison reform
Against capital punishment.
Sojourner a true heroine
For women preached of betterment.

 

 

  AUTHOR NOTES*


Sojourner Truth was born in 1797 on the Colonel Johannes Hardenbergh estate in Swartekill, in Ulster County, a Dutch settlement in upstate New York. She was sold to John Neely, along with a herd of sheep, for $100. Neely’s wife and family only spoke English and beat Isabella fiercely for the frequent miscommunications. She later said that Neely once whipped her with “a bundle of rods, prepared in the embers, and bound together with cords.” It was during this time that she began to find refuge in religion — beginning the habit of praying aloud when scared or hurt. When her father once came to visit, she pleaded with him to help her. Soon after, Martinus Schryver purchased her for $105. He owned a tavern and, although the atmosphere was crude and morally questionable, it was a safer haven for Isabella. But a year and a half later, in 1810, she was sold again to John Dumont of New Paltz, New York. Isabella suffered many hardships at the hands of Mrs. Dumont, whom Isabella later described as cruel and harsh. Although she did not explain the reasons for this treatment in her later biography narrative, historians have surmised that the unspeakable things might have been sexual abuse or harassment or simply the daily humiliations that slaves endured.
In 1817, forced to submit to the will of her owner Dumont, Isabella married an older slave named Thomas. They had four children: Peter (1822), James (who died young), Elizabeth (1825), and Sophia (1826). The state of New York began in 1799 to legislate the gradual abolition of slaves, which was to happen July 4, 1827. Dumont had promised Isabella freedom a year before the state emancipation, “if she would do well and be faithful.” However, he reneged on his promise, claiming a hand injury had made her less productive. She was infuriated, having understood fairness and duty as a hallmark of the master-slave relationship. She continued working until she felt she had done enough to satisfy her sense of obligation to him — spinning 100 pounds of wool — then escaped before dawn with her infant daughter, Sophia
Sojourner Truth has been posthumously honored in many ways over the years:
a memorial stone in the Stone History Tower in Monument Park, downtown Battle Creek (1935);
a new grave marker, by the Sojourner Truth Memorial Association (1946);
a historical marker commemorating members of her family buried with her in the cemetery (1961);
a portion of Michigan state highway M-66 designated the Sojourner Truth Memorial Highway (1976);
induction into the national Woman’s Hall of Fame in Seneca Falls, New York (1981);
induction into the Michigan Woman’s Hall of Fame in Lansing (1983);
a commemorative postage stamp (1986);
a Michigan Milestone Marker by the State Bar of Michigan for her contribution (three lawsuits she won) to the legal system (1987);
a marker erected by the Battle Creek Club of the National Association of Negro Business and Professional Women’s Clubs (also 1987);
a Mars probe named for her (1997); and
a community-wide, year-long celebration of the 200th anniversary of her birth in Battle Creek in 1997, plus a larger-than-life statue of her by artist Tina Allen.

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