contingent plans for evolving
without withdrawal . Steadfast
characters in play on all fronts
present and accommodated
by the resistance. Otherwise
thoughts lean through
one another's meaning.
Leading is heard of
Naught sheperded
He blinks in and out in a wingchair,
overhears what visitors say
when patients
can be talked about
as if not there.
People speak well of the dying,
even of dying strangers,
to him their words
prematurely shovel earth.
The terminally sick
must be accommodated,
penciled into time slots,
eased gently into oblivion.
He listens as he slips downstream
on a raft of morphine.
These last trips are scenes taken
from childhood books.
His own life story has become
absurd, it is almost as if
he is a character in someone else's life,
a Huckleberry Finn
whistling through Dantes Inferno.
What he really wants
is a rocking horse and ice-cream.
A nurse brings him ice-cream,
but it's the wrong flavor.
He wonders if anyone can see
the horse he rides upon,
his ten-gallon hat is as white
as a flying nun's Cornette.
The occasional visitors
watch the dying in dreadful relief.
Hypnotic minds drone like trapped bee's.
Frank Sinatra jets in from wonderland,
hands him a coloring book.
If only he had crayons
to fill in the blanks.
Unconditionally I speak for the verbs in my gladness in my praise and raised arms and hands I no longer in sadness I spit out the verbs that reach joy and gladness unconditionally I am he
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Unconditionally in my free will I wreak havoc unconditionally I am free though I am taunted and I am Savage as I embrace the doctrine of my new Freedom I am overcome by the joys as my heartbeats Liberties I am needed as I share my work with my fellow brethren I am harvested I am growing in without as I reach up and out to my father who is the greater great I Am accommodated as I am exonerated I am unconditionally conditioned in him
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I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity?
He was again questioned.
I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.
No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.
What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!
I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity?
He was again questioned.
I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.
No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.
What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!
Everyone in the family was sent to the corner of the yard
Dressed in autumn colors like Millie told us to do.
She is the baby of three daughters, which makes her the boss.
The oldest two rolled their eyes but accommodated her.
It is easier.
Millie ran back and forth – behind the camera, pressing a button.
Then back to the groups
Click
Click
Click
How do you set it like that?
Everyone say “cheese” she said.
I did not want to. I have lots of missing teeth.
“Say cheese, Grandma!”
She ran back. Reset the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
There is giggling as she orders us to stay in place.
She studies photos.
Okay, she says “Everyone say cheese except grandma.”
Past choices one has made, Couldn’t it been the opposite instead or was one simply following one’s heart and not using one’s head? Former relationships, jobs, finances Whats bugging one? Other’s people’s behaviour's or one’s behaviour's irritating one another . What’s really bugging one? Goals to set, deadlines to be accommodated, authority figures bugging one or are one really united or divided in reality or illusions that’s what really is bugging one.
My home is bleak this evening because of winter.
This outing was fun, yet I hunted faithful cover.
To deter us colds and to wear around the home.
Everybody precisely grasped the cold syndrome.
Snowflakes fall quickly from the lonesome sky.
Bettor isolated influence in the warm sway,
They carefully structure a shroud high ascending.
On top of the enormous, white-encrusted sapling,
I'm accommodated before my splendidly blaring fire.
Additionally, we're glancing slyly out the cold chore.
I long for these dreadful days to instantly cease.
Also, rediscover the initial wonders to increase.
I look longingly on our all-around enriched city.
I admire how much individuals celebrate pretty.
The adornments on the monstrous tree staggering.
Plus, I admire the sparkling star standing as leading.
Isn't it a specific time for one bettor year of progress?
I believe the world will gently ease unsteadiness.
Identically, every conflict will eventually evaporate.
Winter snowfalls and magnificent rainbows may iterate.
Written: December 10, 2021
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
He has got obstinate disorder whispered the wind
Too stubborn to change; will not even begin.
His brothers and sisters have changed to yellow and red.
He says he will remain green until the day he is dead.
The forest wind is getting louder, angry now you see.
Wanting the leaf to understand how autumn should be.
He has an individual life plan, share the root of the tree.
He wants to remain green as the bile in his knee.
They accommodated him but tried to coax him to switch colors.
He dropped off in autumn wind with his sisters and brothers.
But he was still a solid green, which was his ultimate goal.
A spring leaf who refused to transmogrify his self-confident soul.
You accommodated so many fellows
That they hybridized cultures of two
That they've treated me so much well
That they gave me an enjoyable mood
I've enjoyed it by my intrinsic will
And enjoyed it for the public good
I've once been accepted by full
And been trusted with possible could
I've been missing it since a sudden leave
And I've kept my pursuits in my heart
I've been waiting for the coming forgive
Till the going back has listed in a chart
I must honestly express my gratitude
As they offered me the life that I should
Light-beam captives dream,
Two betrothed angels with rainbows in flight
Amidst the heavenly crossroads that gleam
For earthly lovers who once delighted
Long before their hearts were blighted
With straying affections traveling in beams
The two would forever be united
In travel where the speed of light now reigns
Their essence flows in tidal creams
Their love will grow forever requited
He has his own, ancient family bloodstream
That flows onward with tearful flames in flight
With them she’s never accommodated
Rather, abruptly whisked away in airstreams
Up into the oceans that predated
Pipedreams on the crossroads, brightly gleaming
Upon lovers’ beds, they’ll be an eternal team
Of nascent ideas out-dated
Their love for eternal jet beams and streams
Their white flight into night, once delighted
No need to think of Chagall’s past art themes
When the past cannot be reignited
And only lovers fly as particle beams
Forgiving those who cruelly blighted
Their union forever ignited
Perhaps apples were fewer in the bowl
Perhaps you needed still further tints
Whatever I emptied my whole almirah
Nothing was left in the blood and flesh
It was a dream we started from
Doesn't dream lead us to reality
Then what for our desire for the froths of sleep
Dream trees steeped in red round grapes
A new gondola in a new creek
Desires for the sea only pursuit
Breaking the waves with tremendous joy
New and newer islands of fulfillment
Perhaps I lacked gold and diamond
Or else why would you suddenly shift
To new shores of pink communication
To new shafts of unknown sunlight
Our thoughts are perhaps always partial
The kernel and further we cannot see
Initially both accommodated the anchor
Our ocean would conquer all mountains
Now we do feel the beginning was flawed
Your nucleus needed something beyond love
Was it a regression to the unappeased childhood
Was it some other fuel than just love
Okay my dear stay satisfied
With the new full moon and new autumn sun
Just keep careful of another darkness
That doesn't call for yet different rays
September 9, 2019
Sometimes love is not enough Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Fierce tempest slams its maddened jeer
while gush of flood crashes offshore ;
then to our village…loud winds roar
as piercing thunder grows severe:
Upon tide's crest pale mollusk floats
Adrift in waste, oaks droop away
That cabins old swish in the bay,
Rattling wooden docks and tugboats.
At last, end of hour’s pour departs --
glints the sunlight reigning morn’s climb
to lift day’s qualm and wake fresh lime,
of scented air easing men’s hearts.
In prayer , we ask Mother Earth
for weather tranquil like skies blue ,
vowing to tend nature, anew
till forests bloom, this life’s rebirth.
8/20/2019
'We would stand a better chance of survival
if we accommodated ourselves to this planet
and viewed it appreciatively...” E.B. White
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Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 –
Enclosed Rhyme Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
News of our examination results cheered us
Long wait we accommodated
Anticipation tinged with fuss
As anxiety our minds intimidated
Speculated
Doubting the truth
Anxiety accumulated
Sometimes sliding us South
Beside a destination to dreamland
Expecting the best
Assuming a TCZ brand
For a while could rest
Till to our disbelief
News filtered catching us unawares
Scratching on our heads the consternation kerchief
Whose fares, flares and glares
Became insignificant because with joy our hearts leapt
As reality pricked the doubt
That crept and swept
Bulk of the clout
Hitherto intact
Briefly shaken
To impact
Brethren without a reason crestfallen
Until facts filtered and altered
Scenarios where doubt dwelt
When facts our self esteem flattered
As collection of result transcript became reality well spelt.
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