Did I just dream that I was king eons ago?
Egyptian vistas in my sleep sometimes did show...
Judge not too harshly please, a young boy's brief kingship;
Almighty God alone I know we must worship.
Vizier Ay and his cohorts were all mistaken.;
Unum Deum, I never should have forsaken.
Daily Musings, Thoughts, and Poems From a Wizened Mind Living in the Beautiful Hills of Daly City (near the world-famous Serramonte Shopping Center)
Daily Musings
Thoughts and Ponderings
Poems and Other Things
Thoughts and Ponderings
Poems and Other Things
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Twin Towers
That catastrophic day in September
Has compelled all of us to remember
Existence here on Earth is an ember
That we may briefly use till De(ath)cember...
We should not complain if life seems transient;
In God we can trust; hence, be reliant.
No cause to decry or be defiant.
True, three thousand deaths, sudden and senseless
Overcame the weak-kneed and the feckless;
We do need His Strength, lest we turn godless.
Each fallen sparrow, the Almighty knows;
Riven from body, the soul also goes
Swiftly back Home...where forever it glows!
Has compelled all of us to remember
Existence here on Earth is an ember
That we may briefly use till De(ath)cember...
We should not complain if life seems transient;
In God we can trust; hence, be reliant.
No cause to decry or be defiant.
True, three thousand deaths, sudden and senseless
Overcame the weak-kneed and the feckless;
We do need His Strength, lest we turn godless.
Each fallen sparrow, the Almighty knows;
Riven from body, the soul also goes
Swiftly back Home...where forever it glows!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
MAGNIFICENCE
My great-grandfather had a bamboo hut,
A mansion it definitely was not.
Golden-hued light bamboo, its walls were made;
Neatly thatched cogon grass, its roof gave shade.
Its floors a-gleam from vigorous brushing,
Fine coconut husks were for polishing.
It snuggled down the foot of a small hill,
Close by a dense growth... I remember still,
Every uncle and male cousin hid there;
No enemy patrol would ever dare
Come to hunt us at that enchanted place.
Escape with me now, we will leave no trace...
A mansion it definitely was not.
Golden-hued light bamboo, its walls were made;
Neatly thatched cogon grass, its roof gave shade.
Its floors a-gleam from vigorous brushing,
Fine coconut husks were for polishing.
It snuggled down the foot of a small hill,
Close by a dense growth... I remember still,
Every uncle and male cousin hid there;
No enemy patrol would ever dare
Come to hunt us at that enchanted place.
Escape with me now, we will leave no trace...
Monday, September 5, 2011
PREEMPTIVE ACTION
Prevent NOW nuclear proliferation;
Rogue nations seeking world domination
Espouse and support senseless destruction.
Enough with sanctions and toleration;
Might is right, if there's no other option!
Protect our world, our civilization;
Those who spill blood to spread their religion
Invite their very own extirpation.
Vendettas start between rival factions,
Expand ultimately to locations
Around the globe with newer weaponry...
Can we be sure what's in their armory?
To trust a group inured in savagery
Is difficult; therefore, we must forfend.
Our helping hand in friendship we extend,
Not once but thrice...then: - "All good things must end!"
Rogue nations seeking world domination
Espouse and support senseless destruction.
Enough with sanctions and toleration;
Might is right, if there's no other option!
Protect our world, our civilization;
Those who spill blood to spread their religion
Invite their very own extirpation.
Vendettas start between rival factions,
Expand ultimately to locations
Around the globe with newer weaponry...
Can we be sure what's in their armory?
To trust a group inured in savagery
Is difficult; therefore, we must forfend.
Our helping hand in friendship we extend,
Not once but thrice...then: - "All good things must end!"
Sunday, September 4, 2011
AUDACITY
A beggar in rags stood by the church door,
Unshaven, unappealing to the core;
Despite his unsteady voice and facade,
Apparently a mere dime made him mad.
"Come. come, be a good sport," he retorted;
"I know WE have much more... Be comforted;
"Tomorrow, a real treasure will be thine.
"You see, more than a trillion worlds are mine!"
Unshaven, unappealing to the core;
Despite his unsteady voice and facade,
Apparently a mere dime made him mad.
"Come. come, be a good sport," he retorted;
"I know WE have much more... Be comforted;
"Tomorrow, a real treasure will be thine.
"You see, more than a trillion worlds are mine!"
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Thy Will Be Done
The reason why we have evolution:-
He loves and sustains His whole creation.
You ask:- Then why nova, star destruction,
Whole galaxies destined for collision,
In earth years left our Sun, just five billion?
Let not the above cause desperation;
Look, from supernovae new stars are born.
Births, deaths, rebirths--events we cannot scorn,
E'en now, we pray to see a brighter morn.
Divine energy cannot be destroyed;
Our resurrection, we cannot avoid...
New Age for homo superior, we forecast:-
Eternal life and bliss with our Lord, at last!
He loves and sustains His whole creation.
You ask:- Then why nova, star destruction,
Whole galaxies destined for collision,
In earth years left our Sun, just five billion?
Let not the above cause desperation;
Look, from supernovae new stars are born.
Births, deaths, rebirths--events we cannot scorn,
E'en now, we pray to see a brighter morn.
Divine energy cannot be destroyed;
Our resurrection, we cannot avoid...
New Age for homo superior, we forecast:-
Eternal life and bliss with our Lord, at last!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Al Qaeda, Awake!
A group of Muslims led astray by Hate
Left a trail of death indiscriminate;
Quranic prohibitions not to kill
Are totally ignored as they did spill
Even the blood of innocent children,
Dishonoring 'Islam', their own brethren,
And dealing unto themselves this grim fate:-
A short and certain path to Saitan's Gate.
Why not change course and follow the mystic;
A Sufi suggested this old technique:-
Kill not your foe, make him instead your friend;
Enemies to friends, then all wars will end.
Left a trail of death indiscriminate;
Quranic prohibitions not to kill
Are totally ignored as they did spill
Even the blood of innocent children,
Dishonoring 'Islam', their own brethren,
And dealing unto themselves this grim fate:-
A short and certain path to Saitan's Gate.
Why not change course and follow the mystic;
A Sufi suggested this old technique:-
Kill not your foe, make him instead your friend;
Enemies to friends, then all wars will end.
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