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Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
An hour in the waiting room –
You look around and see
All kinds of folks in varied states
Of some uncertainty.
The old and feeble being wheeled
By aides providing care
And little babies, so you wonder
Why they’re even there.
The TV blasts and kiosks wait
For people to check in,
Anxiety on all the faces
Like a second skin.
And one by one, the names are called,
Abandoning their seats,
To shuffle off while new ones come;
The cycle then repeats.
It’s rare to see a smile
Or an expression of relief,
For stress and fear combine to form
The waiting room motif.
Within today's giftee's coup d'etat
Gratitude receives no big hurrah.
A gift was expected
gift cards are accepted
But thank yous are not a rule of law.
Announcements/invitations - aides memoire.
Sending thank yous will define who you are;
when "re-cog" breaks through
it's not ALL about you.
Appreciation makes the giver a star.
"Re-cog" - recognition
The boys at the school were constipated
So the nurse lined them up and gave them cod liver oil
Some tried to escape, but she was mighty
And she had nurse’s aides who dragged them back by their ears
The good old days when you could do such things
In the hari-kari palisades
drink of choice, lemonade
Enter the lion-plated stadium
a cache discovered, puranium
Up here, down there, all's a riot
in the center, suffocation-quiet
Where you've been and where you're going
robotic monkeys perfect their sewing
Ticking squirt guns shpritz their stuff
H2O everywhere, lawns a-fluff
And in the hari-kari palace, aides
drink in the view, cascades of everglades
There once was a bucket from Nantucket
[Trump*]'s aides must make time to lug it
While running for office
His sh!t from each orifice
Needs giant commodes just to flush it
*In order to promote fairness, the reader can insert any selfish politician, CEO, or other name in the brackets. Sadly, there's no shortage of good choices.
dim drab
icy cold
song-less
pop open an eye
see my breath
like band-aides
rip these covers off
desperate stumbling
forced march
to Coffee
shivering
mission
complete
retreat
back to bed
burrowing deep
hood over my head
poor souls
who must rise
I close my eyes
roll over
and wait
for warmth
to waft
through the walls of
this cruel world
lucky souls
who gotta girl
to cuddle up to
comfort and freedom
never existed
in one package
for me
never was an angel
to set me free
she peeks over
the mountains east
my pretty girl
light slips through
blind slits
in deep winter
how I miss
the birds I
should've
could've
flown
too
maybe Ecuador
or Peru
dear house I'm
here with you
so many things
make me stay
get rid of one
ball and chain
clap on another
starting to feel
warm rays
penetrate
this space
need to move
be in this day
soon enough
birds will
come back to play
there's one now
faintly chirping
alone
soul hurting
feathered friend
gonna go hang
a feeder in my tree
fill it with seed
make cold mornings
brighter
for the birds
and me
There are people who need our care.
Year round, can you do your share?
Maybe just being a great friend?
Helps someone along a rough end.
Don’t be a ghost friend!
It won’t work out in the end.
Your family must be first on the list.
These are the ones,who need a kiss.
Schools need aides to be sure.
If you have time, get them on your venue.
Retirement homes need visitors.
Ever seen a lone senior, staring at their door?
Americans are known for contributions.
Our foreign aide is an institution!
It’s not you, who created inflation!
Don’t think, for a second, we created starvation!
Free food, free housing is available.
The “news” makes us, look grossly unstable.
They deserve a lump of coal in their sock,
Wishing them hearts, not brains full of rocks!
Christmas is not a time for blame.
Nor to make our brethren feel shame!
This is a season of kindness and love.
Do what you can to make the skies shine brightly above!
12/2/2022
This happened to me twenty-two years ago. I thank God I am still alive.
I feel the ripple in my life's cycle,
impending risk that could rape my soul.
I look in the mirror, but no tears flow.
A virus cramps my shallow feelings,
an ominous glare that obscures.
The pungent smell of disinfectant
the impersonal looks of nursing aides,
the indifference of certain medics,
the fearful looks of other patients,
the smell of living death.
The surgeon comes,
examines,
prods,
feels
listens.
Like an auctioneer's hammer,
going, going, gone.
The verdict is announced,
a triple by-pass,
serious but operable.
"Don't worry, man!"
I look up at the wall
that surrounds my cell,
and see Him hung
on old worn wood.
Is it so difficult, Lord, to die?
Am I on my own in here?
Will I survive?
A tear trickles slowly down my cheek,
but now my inner self is lit.
I wake up from my stupor.
Life is a pattern,
mapped 'til our death,
but no man walks alone.
I smile,
I receive faith.
A glow illuminates my soul.
Tomorrow I may be dead,
but I am sure, Sweet Jesus,
I will survive, for meekly
I accept Your will.
The man sat in his wheelchair;
His aide was on the phone,
Behavior to which aides and sitters
Oftentimes are prone.
“You’re hungry?” She hung up and said;
The question I’d not heard.
“But you had lunch!” and yet
His urge for food was undeterred.
“Remember? At the Mansion?
Chicken pot pie was your meal,
With lentil soup, then ice cream.”
(Likely as a mid-day deal.)
It wasn’t even 2 o’clock
Yet still, they headed back,
Abandoning the river
For an after-lunchtime snack.
The memory black and white
#4 taps an unlit sign 100 feet away
Slow galloping horses trail one another
Enveloped by a wooden fence that died twice
Now that the tornado is gone the damage fizzles'
Onlookers faded grimaces match their garments
Lucky thing top hats were created
Those same clothes that don't smile, giggle
An equestrian event models a movie unreleased
But the actual Barn is a scene of its own
Standing a gawking 1000 ft tall from 950 ft under
This unusual place sets a setting on repeat
Probably where my grandmother's dream wedding
would be hosted
Suspenders snap to the chests of law abiding government
aides
As time passes the crowd of onlookers assemble inside the
biggest home for horses I've ever seen
Color erupts in every inch of sight imaginable and hands
are held by whoever sits closest.
When this outbreak started, the world stood still;
Many people died and others are ill.
We're all quarantined, nervous, and scared;
Truthfully because we were unprepared.
It would seem like hope is all but gone;
We can't lose heart. We must stay strong.
So let's give it up for the folks out there,
Doing their best and showing they care.
To the drivers of the buses, cars, and trains,
To the people shipping food from trucks and planes:
To the doctors and nurses fighting the good fight,
Working tirelessly every day and night;
And the Home Health Aides out there in the field,
Caring for the patients and being their shield;
To the people shipping packages near and far;
No matter who you work for, you know who you are.
To the men and women in the military,
The police, fire departments, and EMTs;
To all of our parents and all of our teachers,
Who do their best to educate and reach us:
To the folks who survived, you're our inspiration:
My heart goes out to everyone across the nation.
We don't say this enough, but we know it's true:
For everything you do, we want to say, "Thank you." <3
I hear it from across my river view-
the echoed horn of Metro-North's rail train.
At early dawn, I sit and wonder who
is going to the City to sustain
essential duties- heroes so humane-
those doctors, nurses, aides, to lend support,
along with first responders who deport
to hospitals where Covid patients bide.
There- they at risk help stay day's death report;
own fearfulness of sickness override.
April 9, 2020
~HM~
Contest: Brian's Choice 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/08/2020
Note:
Metro-North trains go through the Hudson Valley
along the Hudson River to Grand Central Station in
New York City. Because of the Coronavirus, they
run on a limited schedule for essential employees
who work and are needed in the Metropolitan area.
I listen to the Leftists
I listen to the Rightists
They are not among the brightest.
The Leftists want a $15 minimum wage, a guaranteed job
For every wage-earner in the US, be he gentleman or slob.
They want free health insurance, free college tuition
They haven't the slightest economic intuition.
With all that guaranteed government stuff
Mr. and Mrs. Taxpayer will have it exceedingly rough.
Though the federal tax form itself will be razor-thin:
How much do you make? -- Send it all in!
Of course, those on the Right are not a whit better
When it comes to the President's outrages, they're aides and abettors
His insults, his outright lies, they dismiss as 'inconsequential'--
As long as stock and bond market gains remain monumental
After much consideration and not inconsiderable thought
I've reached a conclusion, one that's dearly bought:
A Pox on the Left and a Pox on the Right --
I'll not purchase a house; I'll not be a renter
I'll just pitch my tent smack dab in the Center
May 03 2018
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