Best Grata Poems
I am nothing
pariah outcast a worm
I have nothing to offer, nothing of value
except these words
for when I see the sunlight reflect
in your chocolate brown eyes I envision
paradise
eden before the fall
and when you smile you
radiate
all the colors of the rainbow
reds and yellows indigo and violet
the lilting echo of your song moves
the flowers and trees to sway gently in
harmony
The birds of heaven are your supportive
choir
you are my far away friend
my island girl
but the universe is tricky
full of black holes and supernovas
spiderwebs and quicksand
navigation across time and space is
dangerous
how can I show you what I
feel
only with these words
for I am nothing
a worm
that being said
would you still love me
if I wasn't a
poet
Beware! in our own confines - a predator
hiding without so much as a warm hello,
Persona non grata veils its character.
It’s green with greed and jealously pale yellow;
our words give vent to this parasite-fellow.
A proud remnant perhaps of a life once led,
it bleeds blue with glowing spots of angry red.
Banning this contender for hostilities!
we’re obliged, as it rears his hoary, gray head,
to bid: Begone! with your animosities.
March 31, 2014
("Blue Egg In Red Sea", 2020, original oil)
Person Non-Grata
Call me old-fashioned,
but I’m glad my mother was a woman.
I’m glad about a lot of things actually,
the little things in life
like a stable marriage, well adjusted children
a good education and something tenuous
yet pervasive enough to take for granted;
the Rule of Law.
So many things to be grateful for
(as I write this on a laptop, in a warm, well lit
comfortably secure home).
And yet, the reality is
if I say these things
all but a few frown, or nervously look away
wondering who might overhear
the heretic ranting on his soap-box
tainting by association
all the pleasures of a modern life
better left taken for granted
and appreciated in private
as the world continues to turn
looking for the next
person non-grata to burn.
(1/19/24)
Persona non grata so I sang beneath a
moonlight sonata.
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note,
,your soul con-caved beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow!
:: ~ ::
Pre-puberty years
Playful innocence
Warm ready embrace
Quarrels, aberrations
Rapidly erased
An uncluttered mind
Open, forgiving heart
Reborn each morn anew
Growing up, ego manifests
Taught to be street smart
Testosterone levels high
Feral instincts prevail
In the game of one-upmanship
Need to win our obsession
Heart shrouded in darkness
Conscience whispers in dreams
Upon expending our energy
Recognising earth life transience
We look at dark thought spirals
A Frankenstein we created
Remorseless devouring our soul
We are astonished and dismayed
Looking at these sunken vibrations
We have chosen to stagnate in
To erase negativity from its roots
We stop the flow of turbid thoughts
By shifting our attention inwards
Into the hidden recesses of our heart
In time stretched stillness and silence
Negating the oscillations that surface
Until we become a rippleless lake
Choosing to remain for eternity thus
In timeless time, the false falls away
Fulcrum of our consciousness, space
Our mind-body now an empty shell
Cleansed of erst ego borne dark stains
Reveals from deep within our heart
Our true self shining, bubbling with bliss
Magnetised by the healing light divine
Suffusing all nodes with ecstatic rapture
Boundaries blur between others and us
We feel underlying interconnectedness
Recognising in time that love alone real
All other vibrations but thought constructs
Entrapping our attention in myriad illusions
Plunging our consciousness in delusion
Thus we meld head with heart and love
Twice born here now in the flesh, erect
Earth dream life yet plays on in as ordained
We enact our role in resonation with love
Our vaporised self is immune from harm
Simply because there is no identity within
That that is, is a bliss mist, a living light
Empowered by the sublime breath of God
Thus we inhale vital life force with gratitude
With exhalation in simplistic childlike surrender
16-October-2021
God we have appreciated and applaud;
Is our Holy one who we love and laud,
And we heard;
His every word;
Removed sins when from us were shod.
Always remember what we did envision;
We were determined to make a decision;
God must choose,
And never refuse;
Had been done precisely with precision.
To write poems do hope this will inspire,
And must read my poems in their entire;
Under one condition;
Have a premonition;
Become motivated and increase desire
When I finally did decide to digress;
Wish God removed all of my stress;
He Had sent,
Another hint;
Come clean about way that I dress.
Always would wonder how much room,
We needed to house prophets of doom;
While cooking,
Were still looking;
This had been transcribed on their tomb.
We did discover many dips in a doodle,
Which were being played by a poodle;
Did extend,
Hair on end,
And he took a bite of my apple strudel.
Jim Horn
Persona Non Grata
She was persona non grata.
But, very blessed to not know it.
Her loving words, but a naive sonata,
Unaware, she was thought of, as a half wit.
Down God’s sunny lane she looked.
Tears rolled down her summer dress.
But, she realized, just cold-hearted people.
Conceited and mean, cause ugly distress.
God in His heaven, sees what they do~
Let no man or woman, ever downgrade you!
7/25/2024 poem 1
Psalm34:18~ “ The Lord is near to the
brokenhearted and saves the crushed
in spirit.”
You tell them, that a poet has lost his words.
You tell them, I never thought being numb could hurt.
If I was to lay back and gaze at the skies,
I would be embraced by the dirt.
For my soul no longer burns,
it no longer yearns to run, be free.
It desires no thing, like a tree
no longer holding, the Earth beneath.
For my heart turned hard, like a stone,
thrown into the ocean, I sink alone.
For love it is cruel,
love it is all but true.
as love comes, love is through
and I a poet who lost his truth.
So you tell them,
you whom hotter than the sun.
Tell them it is you that dried
the soul of the poet you shunned.
Tell them why my hands are dry,
and ink no longer leaves this mind.
Tell them now, before my words run out.
FIN.
Agradecimento Fevereiro - Gratidão
Tenho certeza de que todas nós
estão vendo nossos números recentes
relacionados à produtividade e volume.
Mesmo em mês de muitos feriados os números
são positivamente muito impressionantes.
Este é um momento muito empolgante para trabalhar neste setor,
com a oportunidade de fazer a diferença no mercado.
Tenho orgulho das contribuições individuais e coletivas
em nosso esforço de vendas. Obrigada.
Com certeza a ênfase individual de participação em sessões regulares de treinamento por nossos vídeos “deu lucro”. Obrigada por se dedicarem a assistir cada treinamento.
Para março, vamos manter o bom trabalho e fazer ainda mais.
Muito obrigada por me permitir trabalhar junto.
Sou” toda orgulho” da nossa unidade/equipe.
Full of anxiety
A perplexed child storming in me
Bad in the crowd
Hardly present heads in a single cloud
Outcast defines my whole entity
Filled with obscure philosophy
Trapped in constant lunacy
Undivided emotion hidden in my subtitled brutality
I devour myself
I feel uncertain and unsafe
Persona non grata shall I be
Will i cross the shame and find me
Unknown unloved is me to all
Insanity the only feature I have to show
Persona non Grata That Is Terracotta
Seems to be persona non grata,
Having a head that is terracotta;
Lump of lard,
And head hard;
Likes sandwich cheese with tomato.
Jim Horn
I’ve made a veritable art form
out of ignoring others
Taken it to the highest level,
its crown made out of thorns
Turning my back and looking away,
denying their importance
A world where they do not exist
—no insult could hurt more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Grata
Seja grata sempre
a gratidão, transforma
aquilo que temos
em suficiente
negação em aceitação,
caos em ordem,
confusão em clareza.
A gratidão sempre
transforma
menos
em mais
e mais.
Pague adiantado e seja grata antes
Na vida e nos negócios
reconheça
e seja grata
antecipadamente.
Antes da vitória
pague com gratidão
cada pessoa ao seu lado
e assim,
conquiste seu compromisso.
Grata
Seja sempre grata,
a gratidão transforma
aquilo que tem
em o suficiente
e muito mais.
A gratidão transforma
a negação em ação
uma casa em um lar,
o inesperado
em um “favor do século”
em um momento
para fazer mais e mais.
Diretora