Best Facilitated Poems
The Atheist believes in Rationality
He mocks all religious emotionality
Calls it the opiate of the masses, pie-in-the-sky
The snake oil of sinister ministers, insidiously sly
Whereas Human Reason, the Atheist confidently opines
Leads man -- become god -- to outcomes supreme and sublime
Yet this very 'Reason' has provided justification
For centuries of inhuman horror and abomination
The 'great civilizations' of Greece and Rome left 'imperfect babies' to die
Abandoning them upon birth on rocky mountain-sides ...
'Scientific theories' of dark-skinned peoples' inferiority
of Caucasion superiority, led inexorably to humiliation and slavery ...
While millions of innocent people died all too recently
At the hands of Stalin and Mao, among other atheists, so brutally ...
It was 'reason' that led Adolf Hitler to conveive mass murder via gassing
in showers which 'facilitated' six million Jews,' he labeled 'vermin,' passing
So, regarding the Atheist, the facts are quite clear
~ His 'rationality' does not consider human life to be dear
Entry in "The atheist" poetry contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
And her voice is the tingle of upbeat blues,
the winsome rap amid my heavy footsteps, past 2 am...
She holds my hand as I’d never wake up
after twilight, drinking to the end of a broken bottle,
How those arms cuddle me like my hair
isn't filthy , avoiding normal showers that
I can’t put this body to rest, to rest;
howling about a compulsive urge needling within a mind
which impairs an otherwise peaceful life with her :
Disappearing into bars and gaming clubs ,
and more bars to silence my fears
so I can’t hear the jeers of ghosts on the
walls, within each pulse-beat, through her embrace
… through it all,
She smiles calmly ignoring the stench of alcohol
in - out breaths, regardless of my absence
from quality time I am unable to keep.
… Still,
I can’t honor myself the same way that
she does... as though I never yelled, argued,
or told her to go lose herself beneath cold moonlight,
while kicking the door without atonement--
She loves me unequivocably as if I can find the gentleness
of one day when I can CHANGE.
Brainstorm Contest of John Hamilton
10/21/2018
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Compulsive-obsessive behavior is a mental dysfunction including explosive anger , desire for alcohol, gambling, others. The onset of impulsivity can be thought of as seeking a small, short -term gain at the expense of a large, long term loss.
* The author was moved to write this as part of her presentation in a psycho-spiritual workshop she facilitated.
AU COURANT AU FAIT – THE HEART OF IMAGINATION ABREAST
The invention of the automobile is a thing to ponder. In words of the heart of imagination, the temperament wonders why divine providence gave the sense of knowledge of those natural resources that predefined the automobilist. Medical science is even more radical to design machinery that tells about our brain and body. Hardly conceived is their intelligence, the questions are answers hidden.
I imagine that deity would be exposure to another vestibule with biblical emergence.
The status of a country being oppressed is imagine by who defines the Antichrist. We have seen in the time of Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, and now reign Vladimir Putin.
Can you imagine the words to define suppression with the heart of a warrior depicting the coming mêlée?
The imagination portrays the brilliance of today to evolution and the procreation of humankind. What do men seek via Social Science? A world that is no longer divine, but a mind that divides to discovery a new way of life.
I imagine that divinity is vested on earth because of lack of appearance of a known God.
The imagination questions prior occurrences aboard and at home. We are our insight and inspiration via an unknown God.
I imagine that religion imperceptibility will become a theological pre-cognizant of The School of Social Theological Studies, which is demarcated as the heart of imagination discerned by word utilization.
Do you imagine the same?
Are similarities being disseminated?
Facilitated via a school of thought, suppressed knowledge will come forth to take the outer limits to higher grounds.
Were heavens are immortalized.
In essence, these words have been pre-constructed to pre-define the heart of imagination.
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Penned on October 18, 2014!
Diamond Mountain Cave
(Phu Pha Phet Cave)
The largest cave here in Thailand
Has an eighteen acres in total size
It is not that easy for us to find
But if we’ll get in there, it’s a big surprise!
We need to explore first the side of the mountain
Be patient and careful to climb its lofty and rugged stair
A shade half our way offers rest and we’ll not feel in vain
Quite tedious, but an exquisite view awaits us up there
The Diamond Mountain Cave has seven floors
Most of the time, only two floors are offered for all
Twenty rooms are more than enough for two to three hours tour
After stooping down to get in through the very small entrance of the hall
Public exploration is facilitated by its long wooden walkways
As we tour in every chamber ,we’ll be impressed
With our lens, we can’t resist to capture in every way
The formations of stalagmites and stalactites that amaze
To name the most captivating formation inside the cave
Is the stalagmite in a very huge dinosaur-like egg in shape
Standing prominently at the main hall, it’s my fave
Coated with glittering diamond bits, I wish I can touch or scrape
A form which isn’t funny but also with its wondrous beauty
Is a man’s sword-like stone, no malice to catch our attention
There are a lot more making us feel like dreamy
Such as the amazing mushrooms and big jade stone
It’s so fun to walk around on walkways going up and down,
As we feel the cold wind coming in somewhere
Ventilating and protecting us from sweat so as not to frown
Then we’ll come out with big smiles and great experience to share.
April 15, 2013
*man’s sword : the term I use for man’s sexual organ
--I was there.
The bright orange rugby shirt I had,
When I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen,
Was my trophy and my pride and joy,
Never to be deprived of me,
Even if I complained to my parents or to their friend,
To have been seen to be a boy too much,
Or, in other words, mistaken as a superior person,
With other sociology to fulfil all my wishes.
I was just assertive and intelligent and all that,
A fashion icon, an example to others,
To disabled people or to church young persons,
Who were both the same to me, like each other;
They just wanted to fit into society,
To mark their case for more wheelchair rights,
Or in order to state their reason for believing in god.
I had my identity, my beliefs, and my role models,
Listened to them in respect, with amorosity:
I knew what I wanted to do in life,
And my goals were of course reasonable,
Because they could be achieved no problem, abstractly.
But that was it, and there it was,
Objectively everything sounded fine,
Doable, but what you thought about it,
The practicalities weighed you down,
Taught the string which so dangled entertainingly,
As a condition that was more of a pleasure,
To make, to work out such that your desires happened.
So my bright rugby shirt said it all really,
That I should have my desires and goals,
That I should be met and facilitated in life,
And not my parents or those church leaders,
That I was supposed to follow.
I did not ever have to state my case beforehand,
Before the meetings about my future and care needs,
Because everyone knew I was an atheist,
Able with expression and communication,
Able with much trust for other people.
I was in Germany once with my parents,
Dressed as usual in the clothes that I like,
Without hesitation, care or timidity;
My jumper may not have been bright orange,
But it was still colourful enough to attract attention.
So my parents were embarrassed, particularly my dad,
Who was a war veteran true and sensitive,
And so from then on we hid inside shops,
And even stayed longer in restaurants,
Because all the wheelchair spaces for the cafés,
Were outside those cafés at tables on the pavement;
So we shopped, visited the toilet more, went to museums,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
They always made me happy,
The camels of the wise men,
The slowness of their footsteps,
Their self-sufficient ben.
Camels meant there was time,
For the three wise men to think,
To ponder upon their task,
To review their role as a link.
They were required to assess,
The child to be called god’s son,
To see if he could be a doctor,
To the poor, and to be the action.
Mary and Joseph were important,
To their question of universal worth,
So they prepared themselves well,
With questions surrounding his birth.
They understood that environment,
Is a factor in child development,
So endeavoured to contextualise,
The place of the baby’s commencement.
They predicted they’d be rejected,
By townsmen all along the way,
Spat at, maybe jousted with,
By loitering agitators arbitrarily.
Especially at the door of the inn,
There’d be jesters and jostlers alike,
People shouting “Don’t go there!
Avoid them, and get on another bike!”
And equally importantly, with respect,
They thought of their theology,
That their own actions may be vital,
To improving others’ sociology.
They considered their belief,
In an immanently coming messiah,
And renewed their vow to choose,
A protege who would take us higher.
So by the time they reached the inn,
They were very much prepared,
They could talk to each other freely,
About the saviour that’d been blared.
And the camels facilitated all this,
Preparation and consideration,
And gave the magi their pondering,
Upon seeing the configuration.
They enabled this baby to thrive,
Gave his family his manifestation,
And felt spent entirely at their visit,
Worn out by careful deliberation.
What is fear?
It clutches and binds you;
Its clinch constricts your conscience and gestures.
It degrades and damages you;
Its triumph abolishes your own proficiency to prosper.
It stops and holds you;
Its impeccable knack of holding you still is impassable.
It overcomes and you surrender;
Its will to thwart your approach has you anxious to ensue.
It is burdensome and palpable;
Its load weighs you down and disables your efforts.
It is real and ever present;
Its nearness is felt in your existence as it hides in wait.
It is debilitating;
It is maddening;
It is caustic;
What is fear?
It is controllable and facilitated;
You can clamber over the hindrances it extends you.
It is fallible and erratic;
You can perceive its shifting deeds as it scours for a way.
It is provisional and remedial;
You can tolerate its manifestation or expel it into a void.
It is daunting and probable;
You can be valiant and foretell its vain efforts against you.
It is frail and cognizant;
You can be assured that fear fears itself; it is casually ended.
It is short lived and perpetual;
You can sustain longer than fear, you can evolve as it ruins.
It is ignorance;
It is a curtain;
It is cowardly;
Fear is crushed with the knowledge of the entirety of a state. In these periods of terror we must cast fear in its just position, behind us, and trudge headlong against those who intimidate and threaten the beliefs for which we have battled arduously to safeguard, preserve, and be tolerant of.
Fear is…
Not an option today!
You don’t see the defects,
You only see the muscle,
And when he is accused,
You cause a kerfuffle.
Adjacent to beauty, truth,
That youth so lively and vital,
Vibrant with colour spread,
He speaks with his amble.
Two sociology’s merge,
Into one lovely scene,
And technology assists,
With where you’ve been.
Having only conversation,
Through looks and kindness,
Facilitated by still silence,
Interspersing strong keenness.
Bed lying open to anyone,
Enclosing only the two of you,
Glueing that modish freshness,
That expects to act and do.
Extra committed; yet excommunicated. Highly dedicated; yet not facilitated.
Denied, despised, and dismissed. Though devoted; yet demoted.
Disappointed and disrespected. Devalued and disapproved.
We feel the strong and mighty winds gusting across the coastal waters
of our subdued and gentle spirit. We see tornado winds rushing
down into the deepest portals of our bewildered soul, uprooting
our lives and leaving us in the cold. We are listening to those drum beats
of darkness and death, resounding ever so loudly to grind us into the ground.
Even though we may be wearing thin, we gain courage from our God and our
friends and continue on until the end. Yes, it's hard to drink that bitter cup.
But let us not give in, out, or up. Just carry on; we are not alone. Stay in the
race and keep a smiling face. Inhale, exhale, but do not depart or exodus.
Keep connected to the God we trust. Continue believing and being kind.
And remember well, that sometimes, troubling times is a must for all of us.
05112017FBPHPSContest, Best Rhyming, John Hamilton; NA
Iniquity, impunity, injustice invade Internet interaction
Alongside odious obliteration and cunning coercion
Facilitated and militated with unabashed attention and intention
To minutest details
To misspell the capture of heads and tails
Which in essence sells injustice and slays sails
The freedom Internet users
Ought to enjoy without being the losers
In their contest against data users and choosers
Who profess innocence against their intrusive offence from users
To peel and steal data from users whom data abusers
Ignore, preferring the status not of beggars but choosers and misusers
Who spend colossal resources
To glean data from user sources
In asymmetric interactions and discourses
In which users’ voice
Deprived of consultation channel and choice
Grants no invoice
To stalkers
Hackers
With their technology backers
Ascertain they enjoy monopoly
In mining and refining user data sold to a duopoly
Within their Tripoli oligopoly
To gain and regain the stranglehold
They impose on a user’s household
Where they deprive the user of room to withhold
Permission in any session
Early in his life or late in his pension
Within a notorious dispensation
In which users as victims
Join slave and knave teams
Roasting from scolding steams
As they watch helpless
Their data resource plundered in a place
On the Internet shoe from which a disgrace necklace
Dangles
Bungles
Angles
In shame and blame
To claim a lame and tame name
That boasts of a brutal claim from a dotcom dame
Whose achievement stems from stealing
Stalking, dealing and feeling
Superior upon stealing data and using desecrated data on a sordid ceiling.
As a balm that caress the skin, returning to the light leads to a peaceful haven
Vindicating the lost soul that was trapped under layers of somber shadows
Tormented by inner voices, sending evil thoughts to the cerulean ether
Until one day, woke up in the morning and asked for the necessary help
Life seems better, walking to a path that promises a better outcome
Forgiving and forgetting the setbacks, known as life journey lessons
Shedding the old self, to become a chrysalis, who spread the wings
Soaring to heights that transcend the cottony clouds of the sky
Free at last, the grandeur of the heavens , consoles my lonely soul
The voices of the past, transient now, escapes, searches for lost souls
My recovery was facilitated by a love stronger than my hideous past
A phoenix rises from ashes placing visions of euphoria and optimism in me
I have been reborn. No longer needing these wings of fine woven silk
I walk proud, happy, but remembering, the sorrow can come back
Not allowing it to return,I surround myself with love and self being
Be yourself, proud and true, being for others, is only a step back
into the past
Live for the here and now, the future will be what you wish it to be
Ability to trust again, to let down your guard, to love and to be happy
James Bagley and Nayda Ivette Collaboration
4-17-2016
saw a demo for the glasses being
developed by Google,
which will be the first step in
the direction of
an “augmented reality”
that will be totally facilitated by
the glasses on your face &
while the Google Glass will allow
for internet capabilities to be
accessed via voice commands, etc.,
it makes one think about the
debate regarding the legalization of
pot, nationwide…
for when pot is legalized, there will
no doubt be new DWI-ish laws,
which will confront the influence of
marijuana on motor skills, etc.,
but when the Google Glass is
updated, upgraded,
when an augmented reality truly is
reached, will there be new laws
entailing the
impairment of motor skills
for driving while using the Google
search engine through your glasses?
will there be a law dealing with
DWG’s?
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
albeit beastie boy
figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,
countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this client purged, avow
hid lee, his psycho
logical reflux backflow
(Matthew Scott Harris) did crow
as said professionally trained
medicine woman actively listened,
(no doubt other male patients
similar to yours truly entertained
(alignment with see
thing hormonal concurrence,
where ego super vies iz
Id dee hot - hook line, and sinker
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
who sired, midwifed, and fathered
psychoanalytic theories)
sexual kindled fantasies,
viz being bedfellow
this soul, hood doth not bellow,
but keeps mum
(during my allotted time),
yet willingly shares
with utter strangers
intimate gal olive
hunt ting fantasy,
that doth beshadow
obviously no intent to breach
such prurient thoughts, bestow
foolscap upon mine noggin,
and most definitely blow
future appointments
with aesthetically pleasing
(tomb maa cryptic) bowwow
wing hot diggity
dog inner primate, perhaps,
and not surprisingly get brow
beaten, where dire
erect tor of facility
wilt hell me
"go take a hike to
penile solitary bungalow,"
where all manner of
libidinous desires wanna burrow
(where warren peace
can thrive hare and now),
on par with rabbit - burr reader,
which confinement would
not principally peter out
till dawning transgression vetted,
and avered final cockrow
trumpeted, norte - til last cornrow
reaped, hence unable
to thwart counterblow
permanently, doth nada
different she hate
lustful zeal from eye
dims sum – genital fateful dayglow,
thence high lee
grant ting deathblow
to testosterone laden satiety,
randy proclivity, and
concupiscent adoration from
combine nation of #endow
ments to ghost of - Grant
yule leases eyebrow
raising candy cane upon fallow
da weeder foreshadow
wing sowing field of poetically
wet dreams plying fecund,
feminine, and fertile ground
godaddy on his gangplow.
The world is a thick forest
big trees, weeds, twigs, twines
growing together in confusion
but time is coming quite soon
only big trees that provide timber
only the ones that stand out strong
shall be facilitated to live
the weak and minority trees
the weeds and twines growing
shall be cut down and burned
to give way for the useful trees
to thrive and husband the forest
FACT I:
That decisions are in the form of electric impulses and chemical reactions in the brain…
That these electricity and reactions are facilitated by different chemicals…
That chemicals are just aggregates of atoms…
FACT II:
That we do not have control over atoms.
AND THUS,
we cannot control the chemicals in our brain;
and therefore,
cannot control such reactions and electric impulses;
and therefore,
cannot control our decisions.