SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time:  Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep, perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark... Wide skies to...

Hibernation time

Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep,

Perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark...

Wide skies to growl to , cold air nips at the pores, droops the eyes ;

Sonorous the murmur  of breath mixed with the snowy wind,

Yet , the bear  stays awake , want to growl , to fight the cold ,

All to lumber and lurch ,one last attempt to mark ,before the new moon ,

Before the dawn of yet another year, to trudge before sleep, roar at the valleys, 

Try and shake from Ural to Ukrain ,with hollow sounds that echo, time beckons,  

A few may  still marvel ,at the might of this dark soul of a bear yet....

(poem by PC-3  -on 12/26/2021)   

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...:   PTSD is like a  shadow that follows you every where , the difference is this shadow is there as your constant companion , just popping up...

Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season

 I had this wonderful idea as i lay there awaiting sleep to grace my night . It is the holiday season, people feel that they need to give back , contribute to charity etc etc....

If only there was a site where we could pay towards enhancing the vaccination all over the  world, but i have come to realize that there is no such place or site . I am sure there are a few similar minded people ( like me ) who would like to contribute towards the vaccination against the covid-19 virus , making it  a collective humanity effort. May be this is where the UN (United Nations )  as an international  inter governmental agency /universal global organization can step in and take the initiative.

I believe that is when our humanity shines brightest when we put in an effort to take care of our fellow beings  , those whom we have the opportunity to share this earth with in our short stay here. 

But when I look around , I see some of us have only one thought that is " self "...just self interest, negating any awareness that we are ultimately just  sharers of this earth along with  the others and that we have a responsibility  which " being alive" has bestowed on  us, ie. to care for the collective , the humanity, and to  sustain the  nature around us , the earth and the associated areas . But sadly we lack  some- that care,  so as a first step if we could help  at least in the current pandemic 'to care', to help with that first step towards that care , by helping in the global vaccine effort, that will provide meaning for the word 'Christmas season' , as well as meaning to the word ' Human'...

SPRKS IN CSF: Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season

SPRKS IN CSF: Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season:  I had this wonderful idea as i lay there awaiting sleep to grace my night . It is the holiday season, people feel that they need to give ba...

Ahmaud Arbery

The sun shone on me, but , alas the light had gone dark,

The days stayed long, but , in their hearts all stone,

In the hearts , the blood was red, but soul was naught, 

So, our  prayers , and they pray too, all prayers rise ,

All to God's who  have gone deaf, or  blind....

Where humans are beasts and beasts they are, 

All with eyes that sees not, all green , cloaked in hate ,

Stones weigh them souls ,the ground shudders,

And trees shield their branches ,sorrow rise  from ground to leaves,

The trees , they stand silent ,shocked to stillness....

Yet the Gods  , they have been silent too...

Awaiting for man to someday  become human...

A long wait that bears heavy on generations' souls,

Waiting , its  just  been so long, so weary...Oh dear God we are so tired... 

So tired of waiting , weary... God where art thou...??? 

Poem by Pc-3(2021) 

SPRKS IN CSF: RIP my Friend ...

SPRKS IN CSF: RIP my Friend ...: Chance...and once our paths crossed, Moored on life's shores, We spent days ,sun and shadows ,  Memories , groups , friends, decades ago...

RIP my Friend ...

Chance...and once our paths crossed,

Moored on life's shores,

We spent days ,sun and shadows , 

Memories , groups , friends, decades ago, but seems just the other day...

From these shores you say adieu, smasher

On to the unknown time warps  you have  gone...

Lives , are but moments shared,

So too the bind of friendships,

Memories, all but moments stored away,

Collected moments, perchance to return when called on,

Yet just shadows they are...so RIP our dear friend...

(poem by  peace crane 3--for 06/28/21)

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth: The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh, Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master , Work...

Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth

The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh,

Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master ,

Work, job , all just names  to endless days unto infinity,

sleep, rest, all just words that now mean non motivated you?

We race ... all against time , forget life is time valued ...

Flushed, rushed  ,all to exhaustion, to the the rainbow over the horizon , 

Masters stroke , remote , they ignore, the path littered by gasps of death,

Lost land of souls, we still crawl, unto our death , all lost time  just  yours and mine ,

Not so to our  remote masters , theirs is numbers, wealth, power...

Our lives lay  there crumbled to a heap , a heap of humanity wasted,

 For all just  a pawn to their goal and we all die in a heap,

Our loves, souls, pains all , all just discards before the mighty rules and numbers,

Our worth  equates to nothing before the big and powerful, those remote masters...

(by PC3 -06/17/2021)

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern day work, a view

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern day work, a view: The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh, Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master , Work...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...: To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget.... The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead, They lay wreath at the setti...

Remembering...

To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget....

The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead,

They lay wreath at the setting sun, their wings carry our prayers 

Grief lies before us, in cruelties before my time... 

When tears  dried before they ever could flow ,

Bewildered souls tried to make sense of days, of life...

I try to , but fail to grasp , of the cold hearts , of  mans stone souls;

Of what was , of Sho'ah, of  sorrow that  can't be held , a sorrow  so deep...

My prayers , that's all I have ,  in my heart...

(-poem  by PC3 dated 01/27/2021)

   

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day: Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day, An owl hoots  and another replies , Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perc...

The Day

Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day,

An owl hoots  and another replies ,

Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perch ,

Their wings brush the air, caress the south wind ,

Hope, of warmth and  hope itself- is destined

Today the sun dances, branches shiver briefly ; 

Theirs a hope for the spring , the warmth;

My heart aflutter  to promises of  the day , and  our tomorrows

Birdsong - prayers to hope , perchance  signal to our love aflame ,

On walks ,ours a gladness, joy  in opened hearts  ,

Hikes,  a prayer to the universe ,soon to kiss, masks set down , 

Shared love  has  quietly grown, blessings set by the universe, 

Our destiny , entwined in the stars, 

The days await for love and hope , it quietly beckons ...

 by pc-3(01/17/20)