I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud by William Wordsworth
When you lie on the grass and look at the sky, you may not realize it, but the sight is ever-changing. It simply and subtly displays a different mise en scene as you lie there and watch. The clouds play across the stage in featherlike or cotton-like costumes. Some are sporty and others appear like lambs, meek and mild. In the poem "I wandered Lonely as a Cloud', the significance is to think of one stray cloud that moves slowly across the sky. The poet likens himself to that one cloud, as he wanders along his way. He then from his lofty view looks down at a field of daffodils beside a lake.
World Leaders and Their Deficiencies
Why is everything we see and hear designed to bring us down, as we walk about in a daze with our face in a perpetual frown. The media and press don't help in any way, all they seem to depict is fighting and violence and never kids at play. Although, indeed it may appear the world is being held to ransom by power mad dictators. They do nothing but fight and argue about who is the most powerful with big grins across their faces from ear to ear. Whether it's genocide or shoot to kill, all you will hear them say is kill, kill, kill. It does not seem to matter to any one of them whether the people they kill are innocent women, children or men.
Just Because, Doesn t Mean
Just because an unruly child cries Doesn't mean you have to yield Nor give in to their every whim. Just because a woman is beautiful Doesn't mean she's pure within. Just because a lady has pretty lips Doesn't mean she will speak graciously. Just because a person is frustrated Doesn't mean they must respond angrily. Just because your expectations are unmet Doesn't mean you must make all miserable. Just because you are a diligent hard worker, Doesn't mean you are tireless and indefatigable. Just because you give of yourself wholeheartedly, Doesn't mean you have to let others use and abuse Your loving kindness and willingness to be good After all your generosity means you can say no Without intimidation, guilt, reservation, and fear Because you give consistently throughout the year.
From Inside an Open Grave - My Lily Did Escape
Lily opened her eyes from sleeping lest death take her ore and rob her of her own breath. this grave opened up toward hope. Remembering all in conflict wound or victory thus Lily spoke: "Let me be a snowflake drift in the wind connect with the atmosphere. Solace solace floating till I reach another wound past this one. This one is too hard. Healing. Let me know that space no one around freedom to dance over oceans feet never even touching its liquid whispers at all. Yes I want to fly that high. I don't care what you say. I met a sea lion once he sang along with me as I ran across the beach. At first I felt afraid as magic entered too close.
How Can an Artificial Intelligent Computer Write Decent Poetry - Is it Possible?
If you were to ask folks who love poetry if an artificial intelligent computer may someday write decent poetry, most likely they would be intrigued with the idea, but also find the concept highly unfortunate. Why? Because folks who write and love poetry equate it to human emotion, living and feeling and since a computer is not alive in the sense we think of life and since it cannot feel like humans do, this is bothersome to contemplate. The reality is that AI computer software can write poetry and sometimes spit out some interesting stuff. Is it decent? Could it win a poetry contest? What level of contest?
The Sangomas
To whittle them down using drones To terrorize to impound their bones To ungracefully uncover them To make them outcast, to break them To oblivion banishing them To the periphery pushing them. Despite attempts to vilify them, they remain loyal protectors of sacred traditions and rituals. They obey without wavering the high calling of the ancestors, unmindful of personal deprivation They are the unshakable Sangomas The ones to beat the drum of ingoma To be convocated ithwasa To follow the drumbeat of ikusasa To ignite a people's heartbeat To feel and massage the pulse To loyally protect the sacred grounds To cherish something for descendants To acknowledge our greatest debt to the fidelity of the Sangomas the chosen ones to re-establish tradition They defend the ancestors without fears to perpetuate tradition despite jeers Contextual Commentary The racist and sexist apartheid was a political and economic system of control.
Parenting
The Shock Who would have thought it possible? Not I, your mother. I stand in shock at the words Tumbling from the raw rude mouth I've always loved. The words are sad, Tears anointing each as holy. My baby, my love, The one I cannot understand, Have never understood, Your creativity blazes above mine And cruises unknown streets In a town I don't know the name of. You are lost there, And run as I try, I can barely hear your voice, Let alone reach you. I seek, I shout, I whisper; I call in vain. I wander the youthful dreams of my own In search of you, my baby, my love. Where have you gone?
I m Going to Miss Not Living by the Sea - Psalm 93
As I lay in bed waiting to go to sleep, I hear the pounding waves of the nearby beach, if not distracting, it's therapy for the senses and the soul. I'm suddenly reminded, of the awesome testimony of those waves for God. This is Psalm 93 -- the numerical leader of a range of psalms (93-100) which herald God's reign over everything. It is concise; five solid verses of prose, consisting of sixteen lines of power. It attests to Yahweh's absolute dominion over the earth, its foundations, land, seas, heavens -- it cannot be moved. He's 'robed in majesty' and 'armed with strength, ' such that no one and nothing can compare.
Cupid - The God of Love
Oh! Ye god of love, what hath thou done I seek for my love all my life I found none Until, I met Cupid The god of love Thou, directed me to my true love Oh! what a lucky me Oh! my dear love I found you at last The first time I saw my love My heart triggered with a sound like that of a thunder My heartbeat seized, my veins shrinked, my eyes were wide opened Just to take a vigorous look at the damsel before me I had a gush of emotion To look at the perfect work of The Almighty Whom, He took days, to mould, create, breathe and beatify this gem, all for my sake She was so glamorous, with an exceptional beauty and a radiating smile Oh!
Oh Kauai, Hawaii Forever Be - Keep it Green For Future Generations
This is my 'keep it green' proclamation, of sorts, for the Hawaiian Islands. The island of Kauai is being overbuilt, for such a tiny island. This poem notes what progress brings, and part of the destruction that can happen, because of our thoughtless march toward what we consider to be progress. Embrace these fragile resources, that have been left in our care. Let us remember to tread lightly, on the land and sea, respect the gifts we have been given, so that they might still be there for future generations. Wherever you are, remember that is your own responsibility to protect your own view of the 'Aina', which is 'land' in Hawaiian.