Best Differentiating Poems
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”
I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their dirty feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.
change injures oneness
gender identifies contrast
warming division
Marigold in the paradise river the serenity
Like a sun remains stand still and getting warmer witty
Purifying souls awakening light to crystal chirp of bird beauty
Perpendicular to horizon stops and reverse its direction without guilty
Like navigating the spherical concept differentiating the seasons
Flute of songs and breezes softly flowing touching your eyes at dark because of reason
Flowers turn new and fruit ripens up led to theism
All gathered to understand the mystery of long day without any atheism
Festivals were organized and worshipped the lord
Magician takes an edge to soothsayers all native and abroad
Witches were burned by the agony of the power sword
Of the paradise cognates unraveling the mystery of luminal word
Witches go nuts by the Celtic power practice beliefs and spiritual
Worshipping natural beauty and divinity going beyond the physical world ritual
Reincarnation in the third world, soul in successive births by art songs real
respecting creatures by process of sowing and harvesting is time immemorial.
5/6/2016
Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending
I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism
That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing
Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity
What is self magnified, but life
longing an impossible dream,
a tickling of inner cravings
as the voice of imaged splendor,
wherewithal's purpose
flourished in veritable endeavors
of stylistic appropriations,
realistically mediating 'tween desire's
yearning amidst clouded vapors
dispersing recognition beyond
declarations of id's odyssey,
an ideal in ego's transformation
that which awakens
substantial sustenance
nourishing a spirited nature,
a psychic boon, abstruse or surreal
motivating individuality's
creative impulses
differentiating experience's of
uncoordinated instinctual trends
amid uniqueness of the ultimate animus,
'roused beyond mind-blowing intrinsic forces
My friend, do you know me?
I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me
For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
to deal with the problems of the world today
Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur
What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**
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* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ)
were known as Hebrew-Christians.
Picturing the hills green of Ireland
And sunsets of Hawaii secondhand
There are times when I think
How one day as quick as a wink
This beautiful crazy life we know
Will be naught but an old scenario
When we get to heaven we’ll understand the call
Why astral beings choose to come to earth at all
Why they need to go through the mutation
For the challenge of being tempted by temptation
They must get tired of being sublimely happy
And want to feel hunger, sadness, poverty, brutality
Opting for a mission to experience life with birth
To mingle somehow with other souls enduring dearth
In heaven there’ll be no line ups to see
The likes of Jesus Christ and Ghandi
Everyone will be equals in their worth
Returning from their mission here on earth
Giving conferences each day earned
Sharing and reporting lessons learned
Angels talking about their earthly flight
How ’twas living away from God’s light
Blessed heavenly bliss in their native state
Those memories erased to a clean slate
In their reports, we’ll hear of things so different
Moments of kindnesses in high times belligerent
We’ll hear nothing short of tales of free seabirds
Heroes who saved lives with their smile and kind words
Mundane things that really are breaking ground
Like wiping away tears off faces with a frown
Up in heaven we will understand about the before and afterlife
And how here on earth there is some reason for all this strife
We’ll know life is nothing but a fraction of a moment in all eternity
And there is really nothing differentiating you from me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 12, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submited on September 10, 2018 for contest DESCRIBE HEAVEN sponsored by FARAJ AJMAL - RANKED 2ND
I've heard the opposite of love is indifference,
I think something different than that,
It's hate, though the hollows of nothing, far worse,
Solidified matter of fact,
Only through hate can we know of love's place,
Just as sweltering sweat makes us cold,
And the way that the moon steals sunlight for the night,
Day to dark, when cowards turn bold,
In my relative time here on Earth I have seen,
Blinding pain allows joy to exist,
And I think about life after death, God and hell,
Honestly hard to tell which is which,
I seek endlessly for answers to questions unknown,
Choose between keeping peace or to fight,
Finding yin and yang as a guide, always wrong,
But then again, never not right,
All the same, here we are, none and all, simultaneously,
Differentiating between the twos,
When one is the other, the other the one,
Dualities transcend me and you.
Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes
The fervency is gone, we know it from our hearts
We are just socializing
The men are now old who tore our hearts in years gone by
They are tired by age or backslidden,
We only remember their gone by exploits
And the new ones are distracted by social media and the world
In our Dead Church
There are no secret prayers,
No heart-searching sermons,
The choristers are desperately seeking applauds
They import songs from the other side
and characteristics of the unregenerate
Our dead church
Now have special seats in front differentiating men from men
We are no longer brethren, Pride ekes outs
We have become Ichabod
We tell stories of yesteryears and hoped the days will come again
In our Dead church, we worship men
Mere mortals, we fight or hate those who oppose them
They like it so, unlike Jesus who recognized the spirit
In our dead Church, things have become mechanical
Messages are no longer divine, they are from the internet
Our love is conditional
Our hypocrisy is loud
Our head is full, our hearts are empty
We are Christians in church but sinners at home
Don’t judge me is our lyrics in defence
In our Dead church, we have sent The Master out
We have become masters as we swindle the people through tithes and offering
Our old clergyman still keeps his office
Even when he ought to be silent so we can repent
In our dead church
The new Pastor never witnessed revival; he knows nothing about it
Our hearts are dead, our soul is panting and yearning for the church of Acts
Where Jesus was enthroned above man and mundane things of earth
We are back to Rome
Where are the Luther?
Where are the Zwingli?
Who will bring Jesus to His throne (our hearts)
Life seems
at times,
sometimes chronically usual
and sometimes more critically unusual,
Life seems to see a too large familial
and/or global space
between Winning outside less
and not Losing inside more,
Life unfolds feelings
differentiating between usually
and just sometimes
would be a healthier Win
for anger management
and depression
and manic bipolar issues,
polemics,
bipolarities Left against Right
too LoseLose negatively dissonant,
disassociating from authentic
integrity
health-wealth identity.
Yet,
in our next moment,
claustrophobic narrow ways
between Winning freedom and light
and not also Losing life and love
unveil a culturally treacherous walk.
A personal yet also political and economic stalk
through a narrowing last second
in LeftBrain dominating Time
reincarnating EarthClimates
All, or most,
Either winning or losing
attachment to detachment
attacking
future life of humble sufficiency Left-Right fortune,
seen through Earth's timeless creative RightBrain lens
casting past death
of Ego's immanently inaccurate
decomposing misfortune
denying untimely WinLose events.
Exhausting WinWin divine inspiration,
finding ribboned rivers of YangHeaded hope
between hearing Winning dipolarity
yet also not seeing bipolar Losing co-gravity
what Sacred EarthTime never RightBrain autonomously owned
or could eternally LeftBrain co-redeem alone
while co-advocating creation,
regenerative
creolizing
transubstantiations
between healthy Left
and wealthy WiseElder Matriarchal Right.
Bicameral life seems to see a larger revolutionary space
between Winning outside time more ecologically healthy
and not Losing inside sacred place
love multi-theological wealthy.
Central air conditioning quickly
found this creature comfort acclimated,
defies, contradicts, bumps uglies...
up against rugged individualist
I meekly profess to idealize
admitting propensity nothing
distinguishable differentiating
all talk no action, no less tolerant
than aversion to extreme heat index
burrowing into sixty degree Fahrenheit
climate control mancave
quite divergent weathering
humid, hot, and hazy
dog days of summer,
when boyhood at 324 Level Road
lacked luxuriating aforestated amenity
first poetic line
introducing anonymous reader
familiar or otherwise
regaling modest literary versatility,
whereby yours truly
dealt with temperatures
registering bajillion degrees,
especially level housing bedrooms
about half dozen steps above landing
suddenly experiencing indisputable
scientific principle hot air rises
undermining ability to function
no more active rather equally inert
as inanimate object
mainly cuz estate complex edifice
formerly christened "Glen Elm"
built approximately half century
preceding incorporating
said modern HVAC conveniences,
no modern building lacks,
plus ability to tolerate hardship
much more omnipresent
before yours truly
racked quite numerous
orbitz round the sun
versus now, when
greater sensitivity prevails,
I admit pioneer spirit plummeted,
and if forced to forego
custom tailored environment
would be immovable prey,
for even the most
harried styled carrion,
which admission would
only present challenge
predicated on severe disruption
compromising being hermetically
sealed, linkedin, cocooned...
within man-made dwelling
hardship analogous no name brand
garden variety slug
essentially homeless snail
shell lacked with mew cuss!
People in my circle,
Same interest,
Common goal,
The heart's Venn diagram,
Uniting us,
Differentiating us,
In one huge plane,
The boundaries set by nature,
Its beauty is enhanced by the variety,
Rings and shapes intertwined,
They intersect to show us,
A people crafted with peculiarities,
A people with disparate dispositions.
May 19, 2022.
The Silence of a Library
David J Walker
Here is where I will live
Beyond the fear
of the coming death
And its imagined motif
Find me on 26th street
at the park with my friends on
a cool summer evening
laughing about the coming
unfamiliar days we fear
Some design their own white robes and
Gilded ropes braided around their waists
differentiating the
gender of cherubs
Some accept the silence and
the blackness of the nothingness
of not knowing
Some await the inevitable alternative universe
Created to suit the nature of the attendants
Some practice the celibacy and the silence of
The library with books to confirm their convictions
But we will play volleyball as the sunsets
And the temperature drops
The lights come on automatically
And we play until the dawn and
Fall asleep between the swing sets
ARTICULATING.
SPECULATING.
DIFFERENTIATING.
DISINTEGRATING,
OF THINKING OF A NEW YEAR APPROACHING.
DREAMING.
DESIRING,
OF A MORE HARMONIOUS FUTURE,
OF A MORE PRESENT NOW,
AND OF A MORE RESOLVED PAST.
OUR PATH IS SET NOW,
WITH MANY CHOICES ALONG THE WAY.
ALL WE NEED IS THE COURAGE TO MOVE FORWARD.
LET'S WELCOME THIS NEW YEAR,
WITH LOVE,
AN OPEN HEART,
AND PEACE.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
DECEMBER 31, 2017.
You’d like to be the President of the U.S. of A.?
The job would have to be cut down to your size,
From your criticisms, would you know what to say
When a constituent speaks of your insidious lies.
How would you handle an approaching war?
With a pandemic still hovering on the horizon
You could handle the bureaucracy, I’m sure,
Perhaps you could borrow from Japan a kaizen.
Of course, you’d know how to lower inflation
The national debt would be so simple to solve,
You would know how to assimilate information
Perhaps, U.N., NATO, and SEATO simply dissolve?
Problems with a flood of immigrants at the border
You could solve with a flick of your agile wrist?
Handle the dictators of the world in short order
And solve all the climate issues on the short list.
You’d know what to do about systemic racism
And the divisiveness that is eating up our system
Differentiating between socialism and capitalism
While dealing with an ex- who claims he’s a victim!
Finding suitable judges to sit on our federal courts
Getting your legislation considered by the Congress
Always mindful of balance and equity … and sorts,
While measuring likelihood of re-election, I digress!
You would know how to carefully weigh each word
Lest you say something upsetting those special groups,
Of course, you’d never trip, stumble, or be awkward
For you would know how to jump through the hoops.
Considering the improbabilities of small successes
While you are hammered every hour of every day
Especially if you show affinity for personal excesses
I remind you, you simply cannot have it your way!
I take it you are an expert in strategy and diplomacy
While reserving some time for meeting and greeting
You must know how to handle any current emergency
Being careful to not let the economy be overheating.
As for me, I will be most content to sit back and trust
That the president is doing the very best he knows how
To keep the ship of state sailing forward, as it must,
Every minute of the day, keeping his hand on the plow.
written February 22, 2022