Sunday, April 27, 2025
SPRKS IN CSF: Papa Francis
Papa Francis
We bid goodbye, our souls now heavy, unmoored,
Our Pope... Papa Francis !
Your words to guide, we still stumble ,
Compassion -its never easy, when greed lights up all around,
We look inside , with our slow breaths,
Yes, we too see all humanity , all earth... all is one !
Strive, so we too can erase pain, may be we too can...
May be press ever so lightly on you earth,
May be tomorrow can be lighter , easier for another,
Just so even through my tears, my veil of sadness,
I try a little, to see every other mirrored on my soul,
Yes, every other is me, all is one
Poem by Pc-3( 04/26/2025)
Thursday, April 17, 2025
SPRKS IN CSF: Now for courage
Saturday, April 12, 2025
SPRKS IN CSF: Cold drool
Cold drool
Cold drool collects ,tears too,
Stains the pillows, sad slow crawl like death,
Cruel ways of life , birth and death entangle ,
Some created, some given , some just there,
All just by sheer chance of birth and life's weaves,
Cancers created and chanced,
Cancers of the soul never could be cured,
They just drove the pathos of life ,
Designed cruelties... and called it life...
And some called it God even..
Poem by Pc-3( 04/11/2025)
Tuesday, April 8, 2025
SPRKS IN CSF: Disappeared...
Disappeared...
These times of ' disappeared', I stare to the todays,
Time stretches , circuitous ,shallow waves before my soul,
Bodies of retirements all gets disappeared,
Time stands very still , yet,
Funds go like magic, like people ,as does the bees,
All disappeared before us, fast from reality,
All lost in time , yet all before time ...
Fiddles there Nero, from a rooftop,
Glowing there in the dark, swirls there a fire below,
Disappeared is all in the smoke , no mirrors here yet...
by Pc-3 ( 04/07/2025)
Sunday, April 6, 2025
SPRKS IN CSF: Rain
Rain
Floating clouds hang low, the sky a grey mirror,
Drops fall in a long stream,
Out there , they spill and splatter,
Is it the earth that spills the drops ,
In a stream up to the clouds...
Is this day , another's prelude, or just a mirror?
To my dreamless nights,
Or to my slumbering wakefulness?...
Poem by Pc- 3 (04/05/2025)
Thursday, April 3, 2025
SPRKS IN CSF: Now
Now for courage
Its time now , time to speak , that voice from your soul,
Beyond fears, yes -time to act , before the darkness,
Time is now , to speak, to voice ,to act,
Not time for fears, yes time to rise ,
Beyond the fears, yes now...
Not a time for uncertainty,
Before the dark, before the soul's inky death,
Time is now , to rise with light, with truth,
Its time now, yes now - before the light's death...
Poem by pc-3 (04/02/2025)
Honoring all who stand up and act and above all honor to all with courage and righteousness, be it a Harvard or a kindergarten... every little step for righteousness and doing the right matters! Every little drop of courage before the bullies matters for Democracy , honor , every right thought and right action matters!