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)

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)