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)

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...: There, stare hard, into a morning... There, the sun still rises, but where?  Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;  Then...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

A ruling

 Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you , 

Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted,

To give a right to defile , God's own temple?

Who indeed to get numbers up  , then again for whom ?

For Satan or at Heaven's gate ?, or Both ??

All  fools run to pack the brick temples ,

To lay bare soul's temples ,to be ravaged , for corona ?

Dare you now in the dark of power , blindly purport

Sacredness , light and God... all gods just names , yet...

You  did the death knell to sense,

Bodies lay here  heaped ,past all effort to get a breath  in ,

Suffering- all in 'God's name'?...oh dear God have mercy ,

For them who unleashed this misery , 

 

With the crosses and robes ,their weapons...

And us all , who suffer beneath that curse ,

Prayer for ND and Jenkins too,  lost they are in praise  to power they bow,

Blinded to light  and sans sense or compassion ,

Money changers of today , they all defile humanity...

(poem by pc-3 ,11/26/20)

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....: I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives m...

Today is US,then ....

I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives me fear, i wish not to know the day after tomorrow , if our today is  now and my own poem scares me ...
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Today

I fear to see what lay thither, past the  shadows ,
Where has the sun's warmth hied to,
Gone is the morning 's bright, though the east still lights the grey,
If we just  could lift  our sealed  eyes ,shut eyes to see,
The dew has died with life ,the grass just shredded plastics,
Rain is but parched moments,clouds all but lost souls,
The oceans blue,clear to  their depths,vacuous,
Yet no place in a universe for the pain, for the lost...
It is not yet the days close ,time slowly drips,
Our today is but a crowd of  nows, time drips its moments on today ....

Poem by Pc--3 (06/04/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: Yesterday I dreamt of the coming of spring, Birds singing in the trees, And flowers dancing in the sun;      Today, I wake, and go to wo...

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms): Another poem that seems too close to the present ................                                            ................ Oh undigni...

Twerp (They come in many forms)

Another poem that seems too close to the present
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Oh undignified twerp of yesterday,
On the short air train ride, how did your day go?
I signify you, for a short blerb,
Did you feel too important,
As you huffed and swiped the crumb of paper,
Some one's reminder , left , lost to the heaps ,
To trash is its future, laid waste , a reminder , perhaps
Of a delta flight taken, a piece  to board and seat,
Weary traveler long gone, his reminder left,
Yet you swiped it at me ,
Your  entitled huff says it all ....
In your head disdain , you see an immigrant,
In it you see Black or Hispanic,none else blind as you are
You can't even read people or know countries,
Limited , almost dumb, is how I see you .
Yet you see not, nor look ...
Your whiteness  you forget is just a few genes coding ,
Melanine  it seems , you go back to serve and greet,
Again a few passengers on yet another flight...
A captain you are not , not even a supervisor ....
Did you see the Korean couple snicker at your haughty ways?
Guess not ... too important in a small swelling in your brain,
You do not see, just resent  and fume,
Swelling of entitled self, with not even ample  melanine  in you...
Oh you insignificant twerp , with stripe of cabin crew ,
Donned just in your epidermis, you seethe every day, oh you twerp...

( poem by Pc-3, 10/21/18)

addendum
Oh insignificant twerps, what you donn differ, the insides all stay
Your swelled brain can't heed , the call to compassion,
No , the lack can never gain, lacks all, all around you,
Lack in melanine, lack in humanity,lack of all that is worth of soul,
With no soul  you are no human, you breathe just hate,
With no soul, no sight ...life wasted in shape of human , oh twerps,
God weeps  again for just the leaves and the wind hears it ,
With our sighs and tears the wind bears it all....
(poem by Pc-3, 05/30/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...: An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times . My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suff...

In the present times ...

An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times .
My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suffer, sick and the dying and those who care for them ...
In times when compassion seems to be  lost in the face of greed , it is hard to not go back  to past thoughts and to review life's many  events and what shaped us through time .
Hence i am re-posting this



Ebola on our shores

One of the books I read as a child had a title akin to" myths and legends of the land". There is a story in the book about small pox- about goddess small pox; an angry narcissistic demanding goddess,(almost like the NRA) especially wrath-ful if she is not venerated enough... So she throws her deadly garland from the sky to fall on the rational nonbeliever who repents in his delirium , is how I think the story went, or could be  how I read it...
When I first saw the picture of the Ebola virus, I thought of the garland, the deadly garland., I guess the difference being whether a DNA virus or an RNA virus.
Now that the garland has fallen to us, I wonder how it is going to evolve.
There are a few scenarios that play in my mind. In the ideal world scenario, every person has a conscience and is compassionate to others. So each contact self isolates , informs their doctor( who is competent and dedicated) , who then gets the systems(also well thought out and competent) and protocols moving, and all get treated well and equally, with dignity and care  despite their color , creed , gender or financial status. But this is America, not Utopia, so.... may be that explains gun toting guards  and not appropriate containment measures at the origination site.......
In our multi-layered communities and in the face of the stratified health care system , there is the need for a re-adjustment of conscience and care to contain this Ebola garland. In our health care system , a wonderfully nuanced  and mostly invisibly stratified one,  there are various ways this will all play out, even as the media ladles out its share of fear or misplaced security , with a dash of venom here and dash of disdain there...
The invisible and at times visible stratification of care is so great that, the ' who, where and what' matters the most- who is the patient,where are you at, what  is the extent of your knowledge in health matters, who decides for your care, who sitting at a phone or computer screen decides to approve or deny your care, who stands to gain(not health wise but  financially -of course) etc.
I have to say one is lucky if one has a competent team caring for you and the insurance god has mercy- that is where it all depends...
So when all is divyed up and the mistakes covered up, those that is not covered up exposed and executed in public by the media, the Ebola garland would have already gifted itself to many, some through sheer incompetence, but most through lack of compassionate care in this healthcare market, where the patient is always the forgotten one (or in this case the targeted one)... May be , just may be, this will make the health system to correct itself, may be this will awken the compassion, 'the do no harm' tenet - oh just a 'may be' that I dream for ,watching waste of resources poured into the wrong end of things every day in the  health care land...ah  the 'may be's....