Best Distrusting Poems
Praying, praising, promising – powerful peace conquers every doubt or fear with this light that pours out over the spirit, easing every anxiety, reflecting all the love that brings us through fears and tears – into the joy found in His shadow. ~ by poet
Silent prayers bleed hope
Into the future, revealing the light
Promising us a way to cope
Amid the sorrow, on the darkest night
Inspirations, joy and peace
Whisper affection through the grief
Laughter will surely increase
Because He is worthy – He is relief
Creations bright, colors alive
Soaring through the moments, still
Enlightening the spirit – it will thrive
Breaking all barriers so faith will fulfill
Wonders awaken the sweet earth
Glorifying the Creator of truth and love
Reminding hearts to praise – He is worth
More than we can think or conceive of
Leave all the worry behind you, in the past
Let go of all the doubt and believe without
Ever distrusting – let the spirit’s loyalty outlast
All the suspicion, questions have been worn out
Feel the light of a new morning, sunlight praises
Stirring fires of creativity and imagination
Soothing all the anxiety with love that amazes
Quieting each reservation with joyful elation
Experience the music of God’s mirth
In the dance of leaves, the sigh of the breeze
Listen to the serenity, a heart’s new birth
His grace raining beauty – we’re on our knees
Praying – praising – pleading for His peace!
FAREWELL MY FRIEND
Within the heart of this gentle man, rocked the storm
Of the open highway, a blazing passion that burnt and
Singed at his inner soul spirit.
Spiritual kindred of the Harley idealism, born to be free,
Living with the wind beneath his wings of cycle chrome,
An eagle silhouette beneath the horizons lost venues,
Of the routes less traveled by.
Oh God bless this lost road warrior, for he tried
His best to live by the rules of honor, bravery,
And courage.
Beneath those wrinkles of age, a sparkle lit within
Those eyes that remained timeless, but only a biker
Can truly understand such passion that drove such
A gentlemen such as this friend of mine, known
Simply as Tattoo.
Oh the open highway is a harsh mistress, clashing
Hard with the review mirror of reality, betrayed by
The warmth of sorrows distrusting female, it was
All that remained left unto he whom loved her
Best, but the lure of drugs took him away,
Leaving us to wonder why?
It is said that God protects the meek and mild,
If this is true, may he stand at the right side of
The good and just. Beyond these troubling shores,
That seemed to bare down upon him so.
Let the divine winds of grace always remain
At his back, as the breezes of freedom blow
Through his graying hair, riding onto the last roads
Eternal highway on his majestic Harley, we bid
Tattoo a toast in destiny’s honor and fellowship.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
They call me Mr. Quick Fix.
I’m everywhere, in every school.
Over 400,000 of me in classrooms across the country.
Yet there’s minimal data on my effectiveness.
For this reason, among others, some call me Mr. Quagmire.
Here I am, the “least qualified, lowest paid” providing the “bulk of instruction.”
On top of that, I am rarely supervised, barely trained, and minimally vetted
While at the same time considered the “first, primary, and…only support response” for the student .
My student’s father calls me Mr. Godsend.
Distrusting of the school staff, I am his child’s protector
From any negative judgement bestowed upon the child by peer or adult.
The direct pipeline of communication often goes through me,
Not the head teacher, who sometimes refers to me as Mr. Why Didn’t You Tell Us That Earlier?
Some even call me Mr. Anything. Or Mr. Wing-It.
One day I may work with small groups beyond my assigned student.
Other days I’m creating lesson plans with no oversight.
I try not to question these practices, or lack of policy and procedures with regards to my role.
Everyday is a bit of chaos, and I’m just trying to make it a doable day like everyone else,
Helping wherever I can, however I can.
That’s my job, right? Right?
a pervasive bareness
walks like an honest lie
on the road to truth the bone white marble
god oversees the planet green’s woes
a climate change of heart its manipulations
its intrigues
something remains unsaid when i look back
i think again before i disappear between
bread and god whosover is stronger
than me i remained unchained distrusting
the rules laid down by hoaxes now i
am not me
i am not a god i am not a thought only
innocence of an unopened bud.
Satish Verma
a pervasive bareness
walks like an honest lie
on the road to truth the bone white marble
god oversees the planet green’s woes
a climate change of heart its manipulations
its intrigues
something remains unsaid when i look back
i think again before i disappear between
bread and god whosover is stronger
than me i remained unchained distrusting
the rules laid down by hoaxes now i
am not me
i am not a god i am not a thought only
innocence of an unopened bud.
Satish Verma
There once was a General who had an investment in the swamp
He had many ways of getting what he wants
Including making things great again when he stomps
While in the marsh land
The General had to make a stand
Feeling pressure from the groups
Most were wearing their pinstripe suits
For many years they dealt the cards
Depending on social pages and stars
Doing business with the entire world
Using positive dialogue as its stir
For the most part this was peaceful action
Warm welcomed after the bitter distrusting combative fraction
Marketed as the evening news featured attraction
During these years of violent behavior
Games were played that the country savored
Goals, Baskets, Runs and Touchdowns galore
Checks being written and money in the bank everyone was sure
These sporting exhibitions found themselves having time on the floor
In every paper results were reported
With space, journalist awarded
Printed information
About the spectacle they were facing
Competition was the civil way
Based on physical activity play
During this fun
When communication was supposed to be done
Keeping things flowing
Like a country’s crew team doing the rowing
The General should be aware
About this unique style of internal affairs
Having the purpose to advert small upheavals
That the enemy could provide as their evil
All this is something to interpret and appreciate
As states get things straight
Sports are not games designed around winning
Instead they bring closure to the living
Unlike cultures who are sore
And do not know how to stop fighting a war
Hopefully the New York/New Jersey General will use this athletic battle fleet
To confront humanity’s flaw, the need to compete.
They talk, chat ****, they whisper
The things about my life
They really do not know my woes
My troubles and my strife
It boils down to assumption
About things they think they know
Of how I came to be this way
Distrusting, empty, hollow
Of course I stand my corner
I put on my game face
I refuse to even let it show
I will not loose this race
Let them all keep talking
About things they think they know
While they stand there chatting ****
I give them all a show.
It’s worthy of an Oscar
Their rumours, quite untrue
Whilst you speculate on my life
The reflection is on you.
I am disappointed in the referendum,
The English are still friends;
Wallace fought for human rights,
And to live within our ends.
All people are of equal worth,
But nationality means self-government,
Of poverty, healthcare, criminality, and education,
So that state-giving is not an event.
The problem is really Westminster -
Its seats make different decisions,
From our socialist, fair-thinking deliberations,
Which cause deep, insightful positions.
Salmond tried his hardest to secure,
The identity and freedom of independence:
Our own pocket would recursively generate,
The confidence of self-assurance.
Devolution is only half the story,
It does not position the cart;
Of wealth and influence which fragment,
In centralisation’s s
Freedom is gold, something enabling,
And to have it we must wield;
Sturgeon stands to build the society,
A flourishing democracy yields.
My party is just my party,
But our national one deserves the chance,
To govern from Westminster without reserve:
This day, they’ve got our glance.
More power to Scotland would enable,
Businesses, schools and communities to thrive,
Establishing themselves more firmly,
Becoming dynamic drives.
The tartan has gone global,
In scarfs and shirts that casually cheer,
And the Black Watch can be spotted everywhere,
In jackets, skirts and trousers which endear.
I have resolved that regarding the three countries,
Not to live in resentful, distrusting mayhem,
But, whenever they pertain to me,
To live with them, by them, and for them.
The Scottish Referendum took place on Thursday the 18th of September 2014, when those for independence from the UK lost, so we're still part of the UK.
Religious,
and perhaps all pedagogical traditions,
are variations on a creation story theme,
both rooted in, and feeding on, multicultural evidence
of faith in polyculturally expanding
mental-crown/physical-root
therapeutic resonant wealth/resilient health-integrity
Fruit of Holy Spirit/Nature co-arising love/life outcomes,
actively loving trusted truths
with peak experienced sacred beauty,
and or diverse
more monotheistic Truth v polytheistic Beauty
fundamentally monoculturing,
monopolistic,
colonizing
abusive and neglectful
demonically dispirited
dissociative ideation,
irreligious actively distrusting trauma,
unnatural,
dis-organically disorganizing
rabidly anti-womanist
homophobic
racist
and anti-spiritual idolatries.
Metaphysics,
religious and scientific and aesthetically woven creation stories,
are bicamerally reconnecting
mindful trust and sacred body beauty
of humane EarthMother
indigenously polytheistic faith
in FatherSun+EarthMother
prime enlightening+empowering
ego/ecosystemic
inhaling/exhaling
informing/exflowing
positive wealth/health co-relationship.
Faith evolves an external landscape cultural projection
of an internal co-empathic landscape
empowering neurosystemic inclusivity
and economically ecological
re-connecting
co-arising peak inter-religioning gratitude,
and degenerative dissonance therefrom.
Gratitude
is a Basic Trust
aptic-empathic response
formed through the experiential praxis of agapic love,
tribal integrity,
RNA/DNA synergy;
the Holy holistic gestalt
of becoming ReGenerate Issue-Identity Awareness;
original intent of deeply enlightened co-gravity's bicameral listening
for healthy WinWin self-identity nutritional opportunities
with diminishing LoseLose risks through decomposition of WinLose networks,
internal and external.
Sociopathology:
My problem is that I am not the center of my universe.
Sociotherapy:
My solution is to perma-multi culturally reintegrate
within our shared universal (0)-soul center,
each moment,
each thought within time,
each relationship between times,
each resonantly resolving development
of EarthTribe's ecologically unfolding time.
If I became a pronoia non-schizophrenic
I might begin channeling Jesus of Nazareth
but, instead, dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting history
Struggling to pacify
remaining cognitive v affective dissonance
about bodhisattva empowering
and economically enlightening assignations,
therapeutic communication
respectful of our integrally democratic constitutions.
Organic frames of sympathetic reference
and nonviolently communing dialects
and double-binding co-empathic
depolarizing dipolar Yang/Yin permeable
AnthroMind/EarthBody boundaries
Sacred anthropocentric messiah
of universally lonely
monotheistic protagonist ideation
within organic EarthBody bodhisattvas
of unitarian belonging
polytheistic pronoia win/win experience
AnthroMessiah/EarthBodhisattva
co-empathic peak health/wealth resonant
extended family longing/belonging resilient
cobinary resonant AnthroFamily care-giving
longs to belong inside GaiaBody's forgiveness
for past SacredMe v OrganicWe antagonistic hubris.
Pausing too briefly for peaceful family rainbows
of divine co-elational bliss
predicting further appositionally sustainable
spiritually healthy longing
and physically wealthy belonging
wu wei Tipping Points in-between Yang struggling bodhisattva with
and not messianically against
Yintegrity's sacred/organic
extended family bicameral transformation.
Belonging within Earth's bodhisattva climate of wealth
longing to cooperatively embrace
AnthroMessiah's peaceful Gaia Hypothesis
therapeutically supporting
our extended organic family's pronoia vocation
While dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting anthropocentric history.
There once was an assault during the early roarin twenty twenties
In a way it infected the International flow of monies
It could be called the seize on socialization
Using a virus front casting grave patients
For a time being the healthy were required to no longer socialize
When interesting terms distributed claiming safety before someone else dies
Six feet apart, stay at home were marketed scripted lines
That played with the public’s mind
They can’t go here or there
Due to the reality that was a health care scare
Those who listened played into this global mission
Hibernating in one place
Quietly having a concerned face
If communities do not talk
A hidden mental sickness could peacefully stalk
Creating tension
Spreading gossip to get attention
These distrusting acts
Could lead to cool related attacks
To combat the building to these anti-social walls
Answer the honest relationship calls
When socialization returns
Community resident should go out and be firm
Happy hour
Does have its power
That blooms like a spring time flower
Making new friends seeing the old
Assists on defending against rhetoric that is so cold
Economy is a business word for work
When the day ends there is reason to relax by popping a bottle’s cork
Surrendering the hostage taker cough
In a finale proper send off
History books will state the innocent were sent to court
Locking them up in their family fort
Preventing depression to set in
Negativity did not win
Since when there is no longer a threat
Let us not forget
Socialization maybe the enemies fear
Especially when everyone communicates creating a setting filled with cheer
We are quarreling over a graveyard of great ideas
Wandering under skies filled with flying political spears
Ideas are rotting under the soils dug by the unscrupulous
We buried our true identity and our mourning is pretentious
The commoners with good intentions are called riffraffs
The undereducated with concerns are labeled bellyachers
The elite have a sense of entitlement that exceeds their competency
The clergy have cloaks covering hands reaching out for the treasury
When Jesus tells us to pray in private, that’s when we fill up stadiums
Or that “Lord! Lord!” won’t get us to heaven, we still climb the podiums
Our inaction disguised as faith and oblivious to the endowment of freewill
We are blind to nature's blessings and God’s delegation of power for us to realise his earthly will
Amidst the vastness of our resources, blossoms a narrowness of minds
If challenges delay our goals, a compromise sprouts, as success gets undermined
Our failures don’t roll up our sleeves for more efforts but for belligerence
Our tongues have become viperous easily inciting division and violence
We are guilty of killing the messengers
We have silenced voices that threaten our favours and status
We prefer fellow tribesmen and forego what statesmanship seeks
Distrusting progress of shared thought and embracing the selfishness of cliques
More deceit continue to deface our identity
Take heed of the manipulation of verities
Individualism is not selfishness
Patriotism is not self-praise
Salvation is not prosperity
Electability is not authority
Our leaders are just a reflection of society
Changing the mirror won’t cure their corruptibility
Everyday games we play
grow productive successes
and over consuming failures.
Every day and night
we try to reduce
RightWing dominant overproduction
LeftSoul underconsumption,
Gap growing devolution
of bilateral failing anti-invitation.
Every mutual distrusting day
quick fix addiction
fuels competitive co-dependency.
Every cooperative night
constrains rabid Lose to Lose competitions
spiraling monstrously inhumane growth
of toxic tumors,
rumors of mutually whispered mendacity.
Every day
amplifies chronic stress
in between successful productions
and all-consuming capitalized failure
to play this insane Win to Lose competition game.
Every day and night
life and death of ego-consciousness
wants to play Win to Win together cooperation,
but Left and Right,
like Ego and EcoEnvironment,
see SacredOther healthy wealth communion
immune from suboptimizing Win to eventually Lose.
Every night
descriptive and prescriptive WinWin performance
gradually fails to focus light,
like Full Moon dwindling down
to New Moon's absent bright.
Every day
we each try to react successfully
to satisfy responsibilities
to achieve one hundred percent
of each competitive opportunity
and thereby consume our capitalized lives
while producing no ultimate
single-minded healthy wealth
of multiculturing outcomes.
Every day and night
the harder he pushes production
the harder nature
pushes back to consume her soul.
Every day
every person
every government
every monoculture
consumes every healthy resource
belonging to Win to Win cooperativity
to every time
and every living ecotherapeutic Soul.
Every growing day
and underinvested night
we push to produce healthy success
more than loss of growth
under-skirting cooperative Win to Win
all-consuming democratic passion
to health-wealth systemic green
gaming LeftNature as RightSpirit growth.
Every day
high incarceration rates inevitably rise
while Win/Lose crime levels recede
Only if you have gospel faith
that punishing imprisonment
is not itself a soulless crime
unconsoling Win/Win's soulful nature.
you know that you need forgiveness for…
A. Distrusting (even just a little) any person who looks or seems different
from you in any way.
B. Wishing someone crazy would use one of those millions of guns to kill
several million of those people who think that they have the right to kill others
(for protection of course) . Wouldn't that teach them a lesson? !
C. Supporting candidates for political office who would willingly stack the
Supreme Court of our land with partisans who would give special rights and
advantages to you and your friends even knowing that wouldn't be fair.
D. Yelling fire in crowded theatres just to cause trouble (like this poem) .
E. Believing the prejudices you grew up with make you an educated person
and that colleges only exist to seduce your children. Thinking is satanic!
F. Protecting crooks in your political party while condemning crooks in the
opposition party.
G. Calling folks you agree with patriots and those who disagree with you
traitors and/or whores.
H. Making a super hero out of anyone who says anything that seems to
make you look good or feel good.
I. Refusing to consider any evidence or person that seems to put your
position in jeopardy.
J. Believing that supporting our troops means a willingness to put them in
harm's way any time American business interests or ambitions in the world are
threatened because clearly it's the 1% nation's exploiters, not their lives that
are important.
K. Feeling that people who go to your church are more likely to go to heaven
than people in any other church. You are only safe if you're God's favorite.
L. Believing that you have done things that virtually guarantee you a place
in heaven. And for this reason you have no need for God's Grace. You deserve
God's love!
M. Believing that your tithes are always more than sufficient for God's
needs. Ten percent is most likely a transcriber's error anyway. It's people who
give to stupid causes (like educating losers or saving the planet) that create
all the problems.
N. Looking forward to the day when you will have the chance to help God
straighten out His own imperfections.
Brian Johnston
June 21, 2014
Triple cointreau not a good idea.
I read books before they are thrown on the fire.
Leviathan and Iliad
Good books sometimes seem bad.
This land I inhabit not a place I want to be.
A desperate odyssey set for home.
Vodka and a redbull so disgusting.
Everyone I meet so distrusting.
Idle in a dream I sit.
Disparaged of a life that I skit.
A divine misery I write and live.
And in Inferno I die.
As silently I lie.
Sleep takes me
Sleep takes me.
Sleeping.
Silently.