lost in time

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lost in time

one day gone
and i don’t remember anymore
how my little brother looks like
— blame my eyes for they have seen 
much to the seclusion of simplicity 

a lock of golden hair
mingling with the innocence of
a face, or the hippie look
of david bowie?
sweet brown eyes round and full
of crinkled laughter silently
echoed within the brown of the eyes
but it could well be
the piercing green of that creature
in the exorcist 

the pristine curve of
pinkish lips in the manner of a
smile and the reddish dimple of
a child three years old,
but no — i envision the sneer 
of a fox and the dimple of 
a gorilla. 

i reach for the picture in my
pocket, but alas
the picture of my little brother
has blurred away
with the passing of
moments.

© said sadain, jr.  1974

Notes:

The poem “lost in time” first saw print in the Focus Philippines Magazine, 9 Nov. 1974 issue.  The film The Exorcist (released to cinemas in late 1973) apparently confused my young mind enough back then to deserve being mentioned in this poem. So did David Bowie’s look confused me a lot, looking really more of hip than hippie with his gender-blending beatnik-ness that could easily color nightmares. While not much of a fan of Bowie’s music or his style, I did pay attention to some of his songs’ poetry, such as Life On Mars and Starman, this early interest to seemingly augur my later-life fascination with the exploits of Elon Musk  😀

— SSJ, 10 Nov. 2018

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countless colors shall bring tomorrow

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countless colors shall bring tomorrow

the fires of life taste the flavor
of dwarf gardens in poets’ dreams
raised by cold river on rushing currents.
nearby, a bare tree smiles at the sky
and rises directly to the wind:
behold the promise of a fountain fall
to dissipate the fancies on rays
of countless sun colors that knit
the fabrics of a boundless morrow.
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© said sadain, jr.  2018

Notes:

I pride myself at being a part-time writer. I have to live up to that designation, that is why, among other things, I went off the grid for a while, away from this blog 🙂 No apologies there. But I did not expect the off-gridding to take longer than it did, for other more pressing reasons, and for that I apologize. Perhaps I need to change the appellation from being a Part-Time Writer to simply being a Now-You-See-Him-Now-You-Don’t Writer. I’ll take pride in that too 🙂
Thank you for sticking around and reading this blog. Have an enjoyable weekend, everyone.
— SSJ, 2 Nov. 2018
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The Right To Peace and Plenty

The Right To Peace

“It is time all nations and all people live up to the words of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, which recognizes the inherent dignity and equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human race.”

— Secretary-General António Guterres 

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a mother’s whisper

 

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a mother’s whisper

the sad letters of empty pages
sit with me and my daily wages,
mother whispers from miles of hue:

back home my son they look for you 
on window sills where hang the stars 
that pluck the notes from your guitar,
are you this coffee memory 
across the table, across the sea? 
the frogs and turtles have come to pass 
to sing the chorus of the grass, 
to drown in rain of lines unwritten 
to wait for you pick up the pen, 
to write your blank letters on sad edges 
to read with me the sky’s pages

 

© said sadain, jr.  2018

Note: 

I shall be away from blogging for at least a month, to drown in rain of lines unwritten, to sit on pages of algorithms. Until then, here’s wishing you good health and starry nights.

— Said, 23 August 2018 

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Fireflies: a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs

 

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“….a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs….”*

As a child, I used to chase and marvel at the fireflies twinkling in the night. As an adult, I now look at the fireflies as a glowing refutation of Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution:

Bioluminescence, the process by which fireflies produce light without heat, is said to be a very efficient process. According to firefly expert Dr. Marc Branham, associate professor of the Department of Entomology and Nematology, University of Florida, almost all of the firefly’s energy involved in bioluminescence is given off as light. Compare that to a traditional incandescent bulb that uses a lot of energy to produce light, while wasting 90% of that energy as heat released to the atmosphere.  Bioluminescence thus would seem like a very desirable survival mechanism for the human being, a beneficial mutation waiting to happen and to be preserved, much like the appendages of man that the theory of evolution would have us believe were the spontaneous product of natural selection as life evolved from amphibian to terrestrial.

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barren beach

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barren beach

it is the ebb it seems:
the tide has left
tiny corals naked
like forever-dancing
pale-faced stuffed
monkeys
under the glaze of
the midday heat.
the drought is settled
even beside the sea
upon this empty reach.

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the significance of being black or white

the significance of being black or white

black, some people believe,
is the murder of colors
and white, their liberation

while others claim black is
the acceptance of colors
and white, their rejection

but neither black nor white
can tell the whole truth
about the world of colors.

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