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Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details |

Growing Up, La - Part 2

- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons, 
Although I did have cash to spend, 
I felt my life in ruins.
I dusted cars in my dad's store, 
And cleaned its toilets too, 
I fixed truck tires as I got old, 
Not much I couldn't do.

A trip to two month summer camp, 	
I learned to shoot and sail, 
At twelve years old, a pioneer, 
Canoed explorer's trail.
Near tragedy on my return, 
My sister paralyzed, 
A late victim of polio, 
My conscience brutalized.
Felt guilty leaving her alone, 
While I frolicked and played, 
Brotherly love had been displaced, 
Her protection was waylaid.

The washers, dryers, I repaired, 
And freezers with no chill, 
Then televisions came along, 
Tube testing my new skill.
Assembling new farm implements, 
And posting parts on hand, 
My driver's license opened doors, 
‘Collected bills' firsthand.

On Sundays we would go to church, 
To hear the preacher tell, 
Because my dad was not with us, 
His soul would burn in Hell.
	
Dad's Channelled Poem-[]
[‘It's bad news when a preacher comes.
They all want stuff for free.
I have to feed my children too,
I've problems they don't see.']

Three years of summer music camps, 
In Junior High reborn, 
I played piano in dance bands, 
Took lessons on French Horn.
My French Horn teacher laughed out loud
When I walked through the door, 
‘Your lips too thick, please stick out tongue, '
Now rolling on the floor! 
‘To take your money is a crime, '
The German said to me, 
‘You've no high notes, ' ‘I know' I said, 
‘Mom loves French Horn you see.'

Most summers were our busy time, 
We all worked hard till dusk, 
My ‘tail rung through a ringer, ' (1)    la, * 
The time for ‘smart mouth' (2)    brusque.
But then the job that I loved best, 
Flat tractor tires in field, 
A chance to meet a farmer's girl, 
The country's charm revealed.

One summer worked a cattle herd, 
Two thousand cows were planned, 	
By cutting, wind-rowing (3)    the grass, 
Soon haystacks dotted land.
Dakota winters could be fierce, 
The temp forty below, 
The stacks were shelter from the wind, 
A shield from blinding snow.
We'd use a horse for round-up, la! * 
My God that was a thrill, 
Except for blisters on your ass, 
Or when you took a spill.
I had not ridden horses much, 
You're so far from the ground, 
The horse not knowing you from spit, (4)   
Disdain can be profound! '
There was no time for niceties, 
And work to do, ‘C'MON! '
If horse and you somehow part ways, 
No choice, you climb back on.

Our ranch was all on ‘Indian Res., ' (5)   
By river loop enclosed, 
In South Dakota's Lower Brule, (6)   
A twelve year lease proposed.
Land acres more that twenty thou.
Covered by native grass, 
A chance like this was very rare, 
My father could not pass.
The river's edge a solid fence, 
No barbed wire to maintain.
The nearest town two hours by road, 
Security mundane.
Our days were mostly work and sleep, 
With meals our only break, 
Except for weekend groc'ry trips, 
No chance for love's heartache.

Till I discovered farmer's girl, 
Who lived half way to town, 
Contrived a way to go to church, 
When Sunday's call came down.
The church's name not one I knew, 
The people all seemed nice, 
To escape Sunday's usual fare
Was worth most any price.
Harmonica, accordion,
Played music we could sing, 
The pastor beat foot-pedalled drum, 
We made the rafters ring! 
I told myself, ‘there's something strange, 
The music's gone too long, '
Emotion peaking and yet I
Somehow did not belong.
With music's end the sermon broke, 
The world's sure end was near, 
Time now to sanctify all sin, 
‘Repent now! God's word hear.'
For God's quite mad, this cannot stand, 
No doubt that it is prov'n
Those rockets from Canaveral 
Are shooting holes in Heav'n.
I was in shock, glued to my seat, 
The flock their garments rent, 
And I the last one in his seat, 
No sin did I lament! 
At last not knowing what to do, 
I left and went outside, 
And knew whatever happened now, 
I hadn't found my bride.

Brian Johnston
August 20, 2014

Poet’s Notes:
* When I was in the American Peace Corps in Tanzania, East Africa we had a group of 7 
surveying assistants that were always with us in the first year and that we became very 
close to. Their conversation was always sprinkled with 'la' and I thought it was kind of 
cute. Like they might say to me, 'Why don't we stop in this village for some food, la.' 
They used this word kind of like I use the word ‘OK' in casual conversation. 'You've got 
food in your teeth, la.' I really enjoyed this idiosyncratic affectation.

(1) 'tail rung through the ringer' - Early washing machines did not have a 'spin cycle.' So 
to get the excess water out of your clothing you would ring out the water from each item 
of clothing first before hanging it on a clothes line to dry completely in the sun. So the 
phrase 'tail rung through the ringer' means that you are all out of energy, and very tired. 
The energy has been squeezed out of you by your job like water rung out of newly 
washed clothing.

(2) 'smart mouth' Someone who likes to talk back to authorities, or who just complains all 
the time.

(3) 'wind-rowing' - To rake newly cut grass into long rows called 'wind-rows' that could be 
more easily picked up and bailed then by yet another machine.

(4) 'not knowing someone from spit' - To have no respect for the person at all.

(5) ‘Indian Res’ – Land that Indian’s were given official title to by the American 
government in an attempt to placate and domesticate them.

(6) ‘Lower Brule’ – A huge tract of Indian Land contained in a large meander of the 
Missouri River. Although the mouth of this loop is only one mile wide, to get from one side  
of the meander by river is over 28 miles. Lower Brule is owned by the Cherokee Indian 
Tribe.


Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |

M T E PART TWO

                                  ~My Theory Explained Part Two~


         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                    
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                    
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

Continued from Chapter 4 of Part One


Is there no such thing as Mind and Spiritually Influenced Energy? Energy defined is the Ability to do Work; and don’t we all Harness these Elements’ raw Natural Potential and Kinetic Energy to create, sustain, and end life? I must touch briefly, in reiteration to my other theory that Human Conscious Thought is potentially matter; given that the definition of thought is, “To bring into a given condition by mental preoccupation!” 
  
Mental Telepathy and Ethereal Encounters are examples of such. We can speak with our minds and move objects which I term "Potential and Kinetic Energy Applied Principles of Principality Related Physics." It is the reason why Spirits or Ghosts if you will; have the ability to move objects. It is widely believed and accepted  when one is in the Presence of non human Spiritual Matter; there is an increase in the readings of Electrical (FIRE) Energy and Climate (Air) Change.

Also, on a side note I would be in remiss to not mention should the aforementioned non human spiritual matter not be positive, and in a negatively threatening manner opposes humans; by using in prayer; Holy (WATER) and with Holy (EARTH) Salt…(Sodium Chloride) this will restore the balance of Positive and Negative Spiritual Elemental Influences and drive those Spiritual Elements away. Fight Fire with Fire. "Only that which is of itself can defeat itself!"

CHAPTER 5
Do we not use all four of those elements as an energy source to create and sustain life? Does the Air not carry and sustain microscopic biological life? Do not the Fires of volcanic eruptions create a new land mass?  Are not the “Waters” of oceans, lakes, and rivers full of aquatic life? And the Earth; does all of the aforementioned not occur on it? Yes my dear friends the Elements are Alive! 

The aforementioned questions are famously answered, as evidenced by the experimentations of Japanese Scientist Dr. Masaru Emoto. He claimed that Human Consciousness Has an Effect on the Elemental Substance of Water. Dr. Emoto would freeze water and take pictures of the frozen crystals that formed.

He then discovered that Water has Emotions by the crystals changing shape when Directed Human Consciousness has an Effect on the Molecular Structure of Water. Emoto's conjecture evolved over the years, and his early work explored his Belief that Water Could React to Positive Thoughts and Words, and that Polluted Water Could be cleaned through Prayer and Positive Visualization. Emoto's work is widely considered to be Pseudoscience. 

We all practice some form of pseudoscience in our own way. Have you ever seen someone talking to their plants as they water it, but think nothing strange about talking to their pets and actually know their pets understand them?

But that in and of itself poses the question; is it because only living things that have the biological properties needed to interpret sound can hear? Is it also the reason behind; what to me is a profound philosophical question, which are often times misconstrued as Mankind’s egotistical pretentiousness.; and this question of course is, “If a tree falls in the woods and no one (human being) is there to hear it, does it still make sound?

There in my dear friends lay the rub. For the concept of sound, one of the five senses; is also a stimulus that alerts mankind to the Consciousness of Life. It is absolutely ludicrous for us to think that only living human and non human animals are effected by those same five senses of Touch, Taste, Sight, Smell, and especially Sound. 

Based on the aforementioned philosophical question, if a falling tree makes sound; and with regards to the also aforementioned experiment on elemental emotions by Dr. Emoto; I could just imagine the conversation in any forest or woods. It may go something like this…. 

CHAPTER 6
{A loud crashing thunderous sound is made from the noise of a tree falling}

“Did you *See* that Rose?” “No Violet. I’m glad I didn’t but I *Heard* it! Poor Mr. “Maple” just fell over. He was such a sweet old man. I could still *Taste* him now.” “Yeah Rose; he always did put out the best syrup; put a real smile on the face of the Farmers.” 

“Yeah he was quite fond of them too. The kids swung and climbed all over him. He told me he used to like watching the TV through their living room window.” “Yeah; do you remember the time he screamed watching “A Nightmare on “Elm” Street?” 
“Yeah he was a funny guy. I remember the day I got mad at the neighbors dog for relieving itself on me, and he said,

“Don’t feel bad about getting “pissed on” but just worry more about your actions and its consequences when “pissed off!” Sooner or later that dog is going to “bark” up the wrong tree and that tree’s own “bark” will be worse than his bite, when he gets a “limb” or some hard chunky “bark” dropped on his mutt ****, and that “leaves” him “petrified”, every time he “would” come into this “forest”, he’s gonna get some “wood; besides there aren't any fire hydrants in the woods!”

“After that no more worries and I looked at life so differently. He was a wise old man and deserved being the “Branch” Manager at “Tree”-House “Savings.” I’m sure he will still be of good use and his presence still felt from his *Touch* as a rocking chair for whom ever uses it for comfort, or fire wood, a book shelf and or possibly his own casket. May he rest in “peace” or “pieces;” he is “still one,” and also “yet many” at the same time.”

End Part Two.
 


Long poem by Joe Flach | Details |

Straight to Hell - A Short Story

I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school.  Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls.  My senior year we had gym every other day and music every other day in the same time slot.  The music classes, therefore, were also all boys or all girls.

She was a twenty-eight year old nun in her first teaching assignment.  She was in way over her head.  She was about five-foot-four and weighed practically nothing.  The nuns in our school no longer wore habits and I remember thinking it was a good thing because she would probably fly away like Sally Fields.  If you don’t know what I mean by that then you are too young to be reading my story.

The music class was a mad house.  She could not control a room of twenty some boys bound and determined to make her life hell.  I mean, music class?  Really?

We never did the homework assigned; never answered her questions seriously; never believed her threats at discipline; wouldn’t accept the demerits she tried to hand out; and basically goofed off for the hour that was supposed to be dedicated to learning about music.

For some reason, she seemed too proud or too green or too determined to go to the principal or another teacher for help; and, sensing that, we knew we could get away with our childish behavior and so we did.

One day, a handful of us “got in trouble” and she said she wanted to talk to us after class.  I was the only one that actually stayed.  She tried to lecture me on my bad behavior but I guess my smirk was evidence it was not sinking in.  Then, she started to cry, and for the first time I saw her as a person.

“What am I doing,” she cried.  "I can’t do this.  I am trying; I am really trying, but I am not cut out for this.  Why are you boys so mean and hateful?”

I stood up in front of her not knowing what to do or what to say.  I felt like a real jerk.  I was a real jerk.

Tears poured down her face, which I finally recognized as being a pretty face.  She bowed her head and just sobbed.  In my awkward seventeen year old manner, I slowly opened my arms and allowed her to lean into me.  And I hugged her while she wept.
   
At seventeen, I was no ladies’ man, and this crying nun was the first woman I had ever held so close to me.  I could feel her breasts pressed against me; the heat emitting from her body; and, the delicate nature of her womanly form in my arms.  I knew then that I was destined to go straight to hell for the thoughts that were going through my head and the feelings I felt between my legs.

She pulled away and whispered, “I am so sorry, I should not have done that.  You may go.”

I simply said, “You know, you are doing fine, you just have a class of a bunch of butt holes”, and walked out of the room.  It was that night that she started coming to see me in my dreams.  To hell I go, for sure.

I wish I could tell you I had the moxie and the influence to whip that class into shape, but I did not.  The mad house continued with one less student joining in the fun.  I tried my best to behave, answer her questions, pay attention and feign interest in the topic of the day – but I was just one in a sea of monsters.  I stayed after class and after school a few times to talk with her, ask her how she was doing, and see if I could help in any way.  She was actually starting to get the hang of things and was able to focus on the few classes that were willing to learn.

At the end of the school year, I was one of the few students who had not enrolled in a college for the coming year.  Because I was one of the better students, it caused a little bit of a fuss and a number of teachers talked to me about the huge mistake I was making taking some time off before going to college.  It seems they were all convinced that if I did not start into college in the fall, I was doomed to never go to college.  I challenged them by saying what they were really worried about was their statistics of percentage of students who went on to further their education.

During the last day of classes, the music teacher asked me to stay after class.  It appears, it was her turn to try to talk some sense into me.

“So, I hear you are not going to college,” she said.

“No, I’m going to college … some day, just not this fall.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet.  Take some time off.  Work.  Nothing.  I don’t know.  Why is it so important to everyone?  When the time is right, I’ll go to college.”

“They just care about you.”

“Bull loney,” I said, only it was another word.

She smiled at me.  I had been dreaming about her now for six months.  I changed the topic.

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”

She laughed, “You know, I grew up the same as every girl in this high school.  I did have boyfriends.”

“Yeah, but have you ever kissed a boy,” I challenged.

“No.  Not the way you mean.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like?”

“No.  Never,” she lied.

“If I told you I will register for college if you kiss me, will you?”

“No.  I believe you when you say you just need some time off.  I think that is a good idea.”

Then she walked up close to me and stopped a heartbeat away.  Suddenly, she reached down between my legs, grabbed the crouch of my pants and said, “Just don’t let this thing get you in trouble.”

She abruptly turned and walked out of the classroom while I tried to catch my breath.

During the graduation ceremony I saw her sitting with the other teachers and shared a private smile with her while walking back to my seat after being handed my diploma.  I would never see her again … outside of my dreams.

I often think about my high school music teacher and my ticket straight to hell.  Unfortunately, I never heeded her advice.  That body part of mine she grabbed ahold of for a fleeting second those many years ago, has gotten me in trouble time and time again.


Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |

M T E PART THREE

                              ~My Theory Explained Part Three~


         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                    
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                    
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

                 ~Continued from Chapter 6 Paragraph 4 of Part Two~



“Do you *Smell* that?” “Oh yeah bet your sweet petunias I do. It’s “Mary*Jane”… she is hosting one of her famously known the world over…
 
~*(T)*otally ~*(H)*igher~ *(C)*onsciousness~ parties.  

“Oh she’s a real live one! Every body;  including herself feasts on the essence on just what she offers; both good and bad as it is up to one’s perception and interpretation of how  something or someone is here for a purpose and not just by accident. It’s such an interesting sight to behold. 

Did you know with her influence some of the best music, poetry, discoveries and advancement in medicine to help heal; as well saving lives as “Hemp” rope she was made for during WW2 became possible? 

And while I’m on the subject of war and its “violence;” it took a “Stoner” (Eugene Stoner inventor of the M16) to make a weapon used by some “Stoners” who used *IT* (M*J&M16) while “violently fighting for peace!”  Yes indeed her parties increase ones appetite craving for the munchies of knowledge from each other; one just can’t help love those “cannabis cannibals.”

“I’m reading her book… “*Puff* the Magic Dragon’s Tails…Tales from the Woods.” “Yeah; me too, this is my favorite part.

                                          
                                             ~CHAPTER 7~

“What is important in sustaining human life, and makes speech, the human language of communication possible as well? What is the most abundant and widely used building material used to make homes? What is used to make paper to write on? What was first used to build the ships to explore this planet? What was used to make the first wheels on covered wagons to discover the western part of our country, and before mankind were able to produce rubber tires?  

Humans give off carbon dioxide during respiration, for a tree it is oxygen. Waste for waste, an exchange to help sustain life; mutual negatives becoming a positive. It gives us the Air we both breathe and also makes the sound that humans interpret as their language. But oh what a beautiful sound we hear in a great singing voice.

When man came out from their caves, after having discovered how to rub two sticks together to create friction and start fire, then use sharp edged stones (does the Stone Age sound familiar?) to cut trees for fire and also make homes as he moved about the land, it was inevitable the next step would be to explore the oceans.

He used trees to build the ships and also to make the paper that became our maps to navigate with. When he eventually settled it was the tree that provided the stock to create the muskets and rifles that gave humans their independence. The wooden wagon wheel helped them explore and expand westward, unifying this great nation of ours. It also became the railroad tires that were used for trains to run on creating commerce and industry. And the rest is history.

Yes, I would love to be an apple or maple tree that would bear fruit and feed people. To stand in an open field for hundreds upon hundreds and thousands of years like the Great Sequoias; and from my height be able to see for many miles how the land and mankind has changed throughout the centuries. I would get to see a small town grow into a metropolis; to see people grow and evolve. 

I see them look at me in wonder year after year, when my leaves bring them joy from the changing of the colors in the fall, and they marvel at its return in the spring. I would have feathered friends nesting on my branches. I get to see those eggs hatch then grow, and cheer those baby birds on when they instinctively take that first leap of faith to spread their wings and fly; then return to me, both us happy to continue this bond of necessity.

I get to hear the words of passion whispered into the ears of couples as they sit and picnic beneath the shade of me, all the while professing their undying love for each other. I get to feel it, when the shape of a heart encases their initials that are carved into my bark. And I stand vigilantly as they consummate that love shortly there-afterward beneath me. Or when I am drilled into and my extracted syrup puts a smile on someone’s face having pancakes. 

Yes I feel. And yes I am vulnerable also; to disease, fires, floods, avalanches and tornadoes. All that affects man also affects me. I know and accept my fate, that one day I may be cut down and be sacrificed for the betterment of mankind's evolution. And I gladly succumb and surrender to my destined fate; on how ever long it may take, decades upon decades or centuries. But while I wait I was given the most precious gift imaginable. I was given a front row seat, and the most graciously lengthy view; 
TO THE PASSAGE OF TIME. “

“My goodness that was deep. I just kept asking myself, as I listened to you, that humans don’t realize we are not that much different to them. We equally rely upon each other; but it seems as though it is a bit one sided at times?” “Please elaborate I’m listening.” 

“Well we do and give them so much; the three basic essentials needed for life, food, clothing, shelter, furniture, travel, weapons, bridges, and especially paper to write on and for the recording of mankind’s existence. Our paper provides their books, currency, birth and death certificates, marriage and divorce papers, drivers licensees, diplomas, credentials, …paper, paper, paper….is that all I am?”



End Part Three


Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |

MY THEORY EXPLAINED

                                  ~My Theory Explained Part One~


         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                    
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                    
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

CHAPTER 3

“My dear friends I would be in remiss to not explain the reason behind the concept and inspiration for my Acrostic Poems; “The Spiritual Elements of Air Water Fire and Earth Parts One and Two. In both I Theorize it must be Acknowledged that there is Life in Everything; in all that is Comprised of People Places and Things; both Animate as well as what is thought to be Inanimate; given, that it is believed and accepted inanimate objects are devoid of the Biological and Mental Properties to have Itself, Self-conscious. 

The reasoning behind my theory is simply this; as I have inferred the Elements of Air Water Fire and Earth Are all Consciously Aware of Itself, is due to the fact that it exists in Everyone of Us. To reiterate; the aforementioned Elements can all Equally Create, Sustain, and End Life from Its Own Self-aware Projections of Conscious Thought Emotions and Energies!

Inside every Human Being all of these Elements can be found. Air; at any given moment courses throughout the human body. It is in the heart, lungs, brain, organs, cells and especially its Deliverer; Blood. Blood is Liquid Life; Free Flowing Spiritually Binding and Bounds Humanities Bloodline. Inside of our blood can be found iron, zinc, sulfur, and other minerals from the Earth. Fire is found literally in the brain as Electrical Impulses; and figuratively, as the flames of, as well as the fuel for the passion of one’s burning desires. 

And the Earth; well my dear friends, this is where it gets Biblical;

“But a mist used to rise from the earth and water the whole surface of the ground. Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.” -Genesis2:7 the Holy Bible. 

Thus; the Elements are both religiously and spiritually believed and accepted as; “Being” “Instrumental” in the Creation of Mankind. The beauty for me in the Dogmatic Concept of God creating man in his own image and likeness is the name he gave us; yes both male and female; is Man; thus we are Mankind. 

I am sure God was pleased with his creation; but also realized there is more to improve upon, so much as to say, “WO; Hold Up Wait A Minute… I Need To Put A {“WO”-”MAN”} in it.” And as we all know in God’s Universal Language “WO” means “OF”. So {woman} is of [man]. God put Adam to sleep took a rib from him and made Eve. She then became known as Mother Earth. 

Man may procreate and leave his seed wherever he may roam; but a seed would not bear fruit without the soil of the earth. Women are the womb that is the soil of the earth. Both man and woman are equally important in the essence of life. My dear friends; and especially if a non religious, spiritual, and or atheist may be reading this; I am not ignorant of the Theory of Evolution,  which sates we evolved from the sea as a single celled life form, then became multi-celled, left the oceans, became amphibious,  then turned into primates,  and finally into man. 

That may be all good and well, as I respect everyone’s own Perception, Interpretation, and Acceptance of the Existence they see Themselves in; but did not all the monkeys, gorillas, apes, chimps as well as all the other species of primates forget to turn into us? 

Have you ever seen a retarded animal? I beg to differ. I am also not ignorant of the fact that no where in the Holy Bible does it refer to Prehistoric Times; but still to this day we are finding in the Earth dinosaur bones; and we know their flesh has transformed into the Fossil Fuel that we use today as a  Fire source for Energy.    

Chapter 4
We are a carbon based life form; the properties of soil, dirt, dust, and sand; can be found in any human’s hand. The Earth, this very planet; is a part of An Omnipotent Universal Being. We are all part of the Principled Principalities that connects any Life-force. 

My aforementioned theory is inspired by; as I do concur with Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin’s own theory of the universe. Father de Chardin (May 1 1881-April 10 1955) is the great-grand nephew of the 18t-century French philosopher Voltaire. In Teilhard’s view, the never ending unfolding evolving Universe begins with Matter, some of which develops into a New Level of Life which Develops into Human Consciousness is both a Physical and Spiritual Event. In his book “The Heart of the Matter;”p. 25 he states, 

“I can now see quite clearly that fire had been kindled, I imagine, simply by the coincidence in me… of the three inflammable elements that had slowly piled up in the depths of my soul over a period of thirty years. These were the cult of Matter, the cult of Life, and the cult of Energy.” 

He is also famously known for his quote; “We are not human beings in search of a spiritual experience, but rather Spiritual Beings immersed in a Human Existence.” On a side note Father de Chardin is my personal hero and inspiration.  His researched and published theories has evolved into having others realize that the Earth; all of it; is a Living Breathing Conscious Life-force of Spiritual Matter.

Matter defined is anything that occupies space. In my “Theory of Elemental Spirituality” I believe that Matter; such as in the Elementally Spiritual Matter found in Air Water Fire and Earth all  have Consciousness, Emotions, Feelings and Energy. I also believe that Human Conscious Thought is both Matter and an Element from the Energy both can create.

End Part One.


Long poem by Broken Wings | Details |

The story of my life

     I want to tell you the story of my life.  I was born in a barn at dawn.  There were
eight of us but I was the only one with spots.  I was a calico cat.  Soon people came
to look at us and I was the first to be adopted.  I came to live with an old lady in the
city.  It was a heritage building made into apartments, it was warm and cozy.  There
were many window ledges for me to look out and my old lady was very sweet.  She
gave me a bowl of milk every single day and she gave me lots of treats.  Soon I grew
into a very fat cat.  The years passed quickly and we became best of friends.  Talking
and watching television and going for naps.  One day we went for our afternoon nap,
the day passed, the evening passed and the night passed.  They found me beside
her. She had gone to heaven.

     There was so much commotion that I ran away and went into the back of the
bedroom closet.  I stayed there a long, long time until I was being dragged out by
my tail, I screeched and tried to scratch but I was put in a box.  It was dark and I
was so afraid.  Time went by, tick, tick.  Then a girl was peaking into the box at me.
Hello pretty girl, she said.  I heard people talking and they were telling her that if
they could not find a home for me that I would be put to sleep.  Hold on I wanted
to say, I don't need any help sleeping.  The girl had tears rolling down her cheeks.
She had a sweet way and lifted me out of the box.  Oh my, she said, you are a big
girl.  I was not a girl really, I was by this time an old cat, 14 years old in cat years.
We sat on the sofa and I was being petted gently, I liked that, so I purred. Then,
the girl said, I'll take her and that is when she became My Girl.

     My Girl lived in the same heritage building and her apartment was just down
the hall.  It was sunny and bright and had many windows also.  I soon realized that
I was not the only cat here.  I was introduced to Violet Patches, also a calico cat,
years older than me.  And I was told that I had a new name, it was Pearl Smudges.
Don't laugh because it could have been Chocolate Peanut Butter Parfait! At first,
I did not like Violet Patches but in no time we were friends.  She was a very feisty
cat, leaping and running all over the place.  I was amazed how high she could jump.
I could not jump because I was fat.

     At feeding time, a tablespoon of meat was put in my bowl and I gobbled it up.
In a moment it was gone.  I gave My Girl the look, you know the look but she only
laughed.  I went to check the bowl several times.  Not until lunch, she said to me.
Then we played, oh it was lovely, there were balls and fuzzy mice and this dangling
thing that I loved.  I knew I could hold onto it but it kept getting away.  Violet
Patches kept stealing the toys and I wanted to chase her, but I was getting tired
So I went for a nap on the bed where My Girl had put a cozy blanket for me.  I soon
fell asleep and I had dreams of the barn where I was born, I was kneading my
blanket and drooling.  I looked around but I was alone. The sun was shining in
and I stayed there all day forgetting about food. Did I tell you I have no teeth.

     We settled into a happy family and the years passed.  I liked the summer when
My Girl would take us out in her small garden and we would sit in the sun.  She had
two chairs in the beginning but had to go get another for herself.  She let us sniff
the flowers and roll on her patch of green grass but she never took her eyes off us.
She always kept us safe, she even put up a fence so Violet Patches could not run out.
I would never run away, I was too happy to do that.  We liked to sit on the window
ledges and watch the birds and squirrels, the trees, the rain and the world passing.
In the winter we tried to catch the snowflakes that hit the window.  It was a nice
life.  I loved My Girl and Violet Patches so much, but things changed.

     Violet Patches got sick, real sick, she cried most of the time.  My Girl was taking
her to the doctor all the time and each time came home with a new medicine to try.
Oh, how Violet Patches hated that medicine, she would run and hide.  Often I wanted
to stop My Girl but did not know how.  Then, one morning My Girl got the cat
carrier out, she put Violet Patches inside and left.  When she came back the carrier
was empty and My Girl was weeping and weeping.  I knew then that my friend was
gone.  I wrapped myself in my blanket and stayed there for three days.  I did not
eat or drink.  I heard My Girl talking and she was saying that maybe she was going
to lose another cat.  That day she came and sat on the bed beside me.  She said,
Pearl Smudges I need to talk to you.  You need to stop this, you need to come off
this bed and eat something, so come on, come on.  She left the room.  I thought
about that for a moment then decided that My Girl needed me.

     It has been several weeks now since that sad day and we have settled into a
routine, we get up and have breakfast.  I have discovered that I like tea.  My Girl
caught me with my tongue in her cup so she now gives me a saucer of tea.  I have
lost weight and eat good food but not junk.  We play a lot with all my toys.  When
My Girl leaves for work I go back to my blanket, the sun comes shining in and I roll
and roll, it is so lovely.  Slowly, I am coming to terms with the loss of my cat friend
and I am determined to be the best cat in the world for My Girl who saved me from
being put to sleep, forever.  I am not sure how much time I have left, myself, for I
am a very, very old girl.
 

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April 16, 2015



Prose/Personification


Copyright, 663518, Constance La France, 2015, All Rights Reserved. 

Note:  My plan is to publish this poem as a children's story with illustrations.


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

The Inception: The Dark Side of Me

I’m broke without your love to repair me…

My young heart breaks into two and you push on the brakes…

Three strikez…you’re owt…. Get lost….that is my only plea

Our lives were at stake and we were taking way tooooo many risks…for my cat’s 9 sakes

We were 1…whatever happened to that?
Who release the rat? Was that you, cat?
We are 2…what’s wrong with you? 
Why did you lose your other shoe?
There it goes again…. ……… 

Let the pain I inflict upon you 
Internalize for a second or two
You filled my cup half empty…
You ran me over by words of deception
Why did I fall in love so easily? 
How come I fall victim to you?
Flames of uncertainty overwhelm my heart…
This is only the inception
Get up from the ground, you sheepish animal
Try your best to lift your head above the surface
Dead carcasses of negativity surround you now…
Your only hope is to grab the rope of hope,
But first let me grab it for you…
*we’re made as one…body….* said the voice in my head … …. …….. ……..
You need to rest on my shoulders for the meantime
Shocked out of the bloo…. Left without a clue
Don’t touch me…don’t lust over me…
I can see dirty secrets in your eyes of envious glee…
You knocked me out by your avalanching grace
Thought of you, drowning in the waters of woe…
You touched my heart in many ways…
You blew things into proportion…but it was “one of dose dayz”
You don’t even get the clues that I show you right in your face
I reveal to you my heart’s passion
And…you….tore…me…apart….
Can…you….just…take…heart….?
You take over me…you haunt me…
I step forward and you step backward…
Breathe into me…let me borrow your eyes…
Let me view the world in your eyes…
I want to know something…
I’m curious of what lies behind your sea-whirling eyes
Love me…DO please me…
the abyss is kissing me…
HATE ME…don’t COMFORT ME…
the light is fading out…
i need u
i want u
s p a y s e d  o w t  a l l  o v e  d e h  s u h h d d i n
mY LiFe IS fUlL oF errors…it ees a mezzzzzz
*IT’S TIIIIIME TO CLEAN UP YOUR ACT…………* said the voice in my head
I want to be feeling your heartbeat against my chest
I see the world beneath my feats…I’m above all…
Ill-um-i-nate me with syllabic pleajsher
My heart is skipping out on beats…I’m missing out and abandoned like an orphan, relying on a weeping widow…she bit me with denial…I was a flaw from the start….unfreeze this heart of mine…I’m as joyous as a swine, but as insidious as a serpent…but I’m feeeeeeeelin’ fiiiiiine…..ssssssssshhhh! Don’t tell nobody…d o  n o t  tell ahhhh sssssssssingle ssssssoul…don’t ma-a-a-ake a sound….you pushed me down to the ground s= s= embarrassed…I’m ready for anything right now…I’m lost, wearing an upside down frown and feel me…the pain that beats me and shreds me like paper….useless paper…I’m shattering like glass…after the kid’s ball hits through it…he’s in awe and he runs away…he hides the evidence of his foolish throwing skillz – this price is blooming bigger like a rose in the paws of the beast…you ssssspiral out of shhhhhight…I waited for you…alone….but I’m not on my own……….I’m not made as one – I’m two again…you inflict pain upon my tortured, tear-jerking soul…your veins become serpentine
To my own…we share each other’s blood
You WILL feel my pain, bud
the pressure of your gravity pulled me down callously
Distracts scar me…in a lightyear moment
Caught in a sugar-coated bliss of a dream
GrAzE iN YOUR OWN MAZE
There’s No Medication To Heal This Hart-ake…
I ake…I crave cake…I bake in the oven…feelin’ like a flake…
GIMMEEEEE A CHANCE…
GIMMEEEEE A TRY
I stand strong…brain damaged by your words of calculus-complicated definitions 
I fell harder…dig in my mind… 
((((( . ))))) push me in the margins why don’t you? I’m that dot in the middle of the brackets 
I want something more than what life gives me right now
I fought…I fought 
But, I’m not satisfied…
I’m loathed by many…
Maybe that’s what I feel like at times – LOATHED BY ALL
I’m unique…I’m an angry guy…
I wish I wouldn’t act like a fly…
I’m entitled to your love…
I can’t fly away like a happy-go-lucky dove
Death ove you stix to me like a leach in my mind…………
I need not man’s wizzdumb…no, not right now….
I need God’s KINGDOM and wisdom
God’s Kingdom + His wisdom = peace on Earth
It’s not dat complicated…
Do me a favor and indulge yourselves in the delicacies of sin
Listen listen listen not to the lies…listen listen listen to the heart that beats from deep within
My heart is sinking……
Patience is the key to living life to the fullest
Acceptance is the key to freedom … just try your best to pass this diff-eh-colt test
I deserve you and your gifts
Envying your talents…that’s juzz bramazing…
: ( sad to the core, 
but I don’t want to sadden you anymore
This revealed my crazyyyy side…
This darkness submitted to me and said its vows like a mesmerizing, yet spellbindingly evil bride…
I’m under your shpell……..
Change your mind….
Tear me apart and crawl inside of my cranium of titaniumb bliss….
Hardening by the minute…I crawl back into my comfort shell
Bring me to life and undo these lies in my head….
I’ve overheard you saying: “It’s hard for me to figure you out”
Dreams of demented, dangerous desire enrapture me…
Don’t choke me with your polluted nature of twisted reverie 

Have you changed your mind about me?
How do I look in the eyes of the thief?
Suck it up…I put my shoes on and I cut off the laces…I know – I’m doing this for stupid reasons, but I’m still the boy that’s bold
Thhhose laces remind me of you and I, separated forever in reality…cruel departure embraced us…we were the clouds, growing cold…
Your hugs don’t feel the same anymore, you see?
Here’s a heart/|\kerchief to wipe away your grief… … …
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Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 6 Temporarily Last

Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 6

Brahmari Pranayama or Humming Bee Breath

IMP. NOTE: Temporarily I am stopping new episodes 
of Yoga in Poem due to personal reasons and will try 
to restart Yoga in Poem at a later date…



How to do Brahmari Humming Bee Pranayama


Sit in Sukhasana (Step 1) or in Padmasana in the morning hours, if you have achieved easiness to sit in Padmasana or else sit in Sukhasana. It is important that while performing Brahmari your stomach should be empty and bowls clear. Sit erect while practicing Brahmari in a neat and clean, quiet and calm place preferably an open place.
Raise your both arms and bring your all four fingers as a screen on your eyes. Now close your ears by the tips of your thumbs in such a way that your index fingers are touching your eyebrows and the middle finger the inner corner of your both eyes and other two fingers rests on the slopes of your nose and face joints gradually.
Take a deep breath and fill your lungs with the fresh air and then exhale slowly from both the nostrils while creating a humming sound. At the time of doing this do not open your ears and keep pressing it gently so that your humming sound gets more clear and it create vibrations in your mouth, throat, ears, eyes and even other parts of your body ( this stage would come when you  practice this exercise regularly ) 
Try to creat the humming sound continuously as loud and  clear as possible for you. 

Ravindra

IN PRAISE OF BRAHMARI PRANAYAMA We all know and accepts The miracles of Sound On everything which Surrounds us. We live, we love, and we work We play and we laugh With one or the other kind of sounds Often We become harsh or soft Even we weep and sometimes We hate with some or the other kind of sounds only These are all the effects of Different Sounds Which make us What we are and what We become as a man or woman in life Kind hatred or benevolent A lover or a hater A teacher or a Poet, a writer or an artist or a Musician A leader or a preacher Or even A dictator or a Don. When sound comes From a serene source It binds the hearts Of millions And we began to love and adore That sound and even that source And keep it as a source of energy and joy. But when it comes from A biased mind and selfish source and Tries to destroy our peace And began to dictate us We feel fed-up To bear that sound And then we try To get rid of that source or sound. Brahmari or the humming Sound Is one such elegant self-music Which opens our heart and mind With its vibrations To fill life in those dead or sluggish Nerves and spine To restore The Melody not only In your voice but also in your heart and mind. Brahmari would Restore your love and even your confidence Thus Bringing your beloved more close to you And you to your beloved Which often Becomes a soft target of differences Because of Age effected unnoticed deeds and actions. Brahmari gives you the boon of Music and melody Even when age has taken you On the withering heights of life And You often find yourself standing alone Looking for someone to Restore your energy and mind. The miracles of Humming bee sounds Brings an instant coolness To your otherwise Anguished mind and heart Which began to enjoy The colors and moods Of Love and Life As A peaceful mind Is the dwelling place of heavenly gestures And even of God. The regular practice of Brahmari Balances your hormonal secretions Invigorating the thyroid gland And thus increasing your metabolism. Even Brahmari balances Your blood sugar and helps Oxidizes fats In our body and It completely removes the causes which Leads to the curse of human body The Migraine By giving you the joys and comforts of Relaxation which ultimately Soothes your Heart to pump more actively The fresh flow of blood To your nerves and mind Thus making your pressures To work happily Without crossing the limits Unless you have done some extreme wrongs. It’s a boon for those Who suffers from Diabetes and heart problems And a real gift of God For those who are in pregnancy As its wonderful effects on Human nervous system Effects the pituitary gland To balance the growth and control Of hormones in our body Thus the practice of this wonderful Pranayama Pave way for easy and trouble free Child birth or delivery. I often ponder What a treasure of blessings Yoga has given to the world and Has exposed In these simple and wonderful Breathing exercises To make every human being More befitting and joyous To enjoy the blessings of Nature And Thus elevating the human body to absorb The Beams of the Light and Love of God. Ravindra Kanpur 4th Aug. 2013
Duration: Not more than 3 to 5 times in a day in the beginning. Maximum 10 to 12 times only in a day without any force beathing or straining yourself. Precautions: 01. Never perform this Prayanama while you are lying down 02. If you are having any ear infection do not perform Brahmati till your ears get rid of all infections. 03. Do not hold your breath while doing Brahmari and Heart problem persons should do it under a trained instructor only. 04. Do not perform it when you are not empty stomach and try to perform it preferably in the morning/evening hours only. 05. If for any reasons you do not feel comfortable stop it and take few normal deep breaths IMP. NOTE: Temporarily I am stopping new episodes of Yoga in Poem due to personal reasons and will try to restart Yoga in Poem at a later date… My Gratitude Brahmari Pranayama is a boon for human being brought mainly in the lime light of the world by Swami Ram Deoji about 20 years back. Ravindra
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Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/isnt_everyone_disembodied_at_some_point_in_life_667525' st_title='ISN'T EVERYONE DISEMBODIED AT SOME POINT IN LIFE'>

ISN'T EVERYONE DISEMBODIED AT SOME POINT IN LIFE

                                            

                                                ~I~ndividual
                                               
                                                ~S~piritualism
                                               
                                                ~N~aturally
                                                
                                                ~T~eaches
                                            
                                                ~E~verybody
                                                               
                                                ~V~ipassana
                                                                                  
                                                ~E~nthralls
                                                  
                                                ~R~ighteously
                                                                                   
                                                ~Y~our
                                                    
                                                ~O~wn
                                                                                   
                                                ~N~otion
                                                                                   
                                                ~E~veryone
                                                                                    
                                                ~D~iscovers
                                                                                    
                                                ~I~ndividual
                                                                                    
                                                ~S~pirituality
                                                                                    
                                                ~E~ncompasses
                                                                                    
                                                ~M~ankind’s
                                                                                     
                                                ~B~eholding
                                                                                     
                                                ~O~f
                                                                                     
                                                ~D~isembodied
                                                                                     
                                                ~I~nfluences
                                                                                     
                                                ~E~-verywhere
                                                                                     
                                                ~D~ictates
                                                                                     
                                                ~A~t
                                                                                     
                                                ~T~imes
                                                                                     
                                                ~S~upernatural
                                                                                     
                                                ~O~mnipotence
                                                                                     
                                                ~M~agnificently
                                                                                    
                                                ~E~nraptures
                                                                                     
                                                ~P~eople
                                                                                    
                                                ~O~f
                                                                                    
                                                ~I~nfluential
                                                                                     
                                                ~N~ondualistic
                                                                                     
                                                ~T~ranscendentalism
                                                                                    
                                                ~I~ndeed
                                                                                     
                                                ~N~exuses 
                                                                                      
                                                ~L~aghima
                                                                                      
                                                ~I~s
                                                                                      
                                                ~F~elt
                                                                                      
                                                ~E~verywhere


                               ~ROGER CHAD SATNARINE 2015~


Long poem by Reshad Yahyaie | Details |

2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi 
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.


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