Best Orientation Poems
In a world diverse, where love finds its way,
Teachers guide hearts, nurturing day by day.
Their lessons of acceptance, broad and free,
Embrace all colors, in humanity's tapestry.
No label defines, love's chosen course,
For it blooms in hearts, with an unbridled force.
Children learn from caring souls, wise and true,
The essence of kindness, accepting each hue.
Yet understand this, without a doubt,
Teachers sow seeds, but the path's their route.
Sexuality's discovery, a personal quest,
Their love will bloom, as they find what's best.
So let teachers teach, with open hearts they share,
Knowing that love's journey is uniquely theirs.
For in acceptance and love, we all have a part,
To guide our children with love from the start.
Dark matter colored
by the ray's of light spectrum,
image reflected....
Crowd the room with alien thoughts,
Maybe young, maybe not;
Shapeless they may be
Or shaped a tad too differently.
Then knead them, mold them, form them
Into an image all your own,
Until such time when many
Has finally become one.
I'm not supposed to say anything, oh really?
the whole thing is ludicrous, serious and silly,
can you guess what I'm talking about, I'll tell you,
even then you may not know, perhaps an overview.
The animal kingdom does not know right from wrong,
they have their own codes and God does not belong,
*****sapiens is a higher intelligence who knows all,
we do what we want and bang our heads against a brick wall.
I'd like to go back fifty years, it was good and right,
we know we have to move on, today's not the same bite,
maybe condemnation is as inevitable as electric cars,
whatever you may have to say - the stigma jars.
Some people won't admit they made a blunder,
nevertheless, their mindset makes us wonder.
In the East, every quest
orients to the West.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Quite often, there’s a lot of speculation…
Regarding a person’s “orientation.”
As each day goes by… It appears to me.
Many are confused as to what they want to be.
Which direction one goes… Is “anybody’s guess…”
No wonder this world’s an “upside-down” mess!
The Bible says; “straight is the way.”
And “narrow is the gate.”
One needs to make up his mind.
Before it’s too late!
If one is confused. Let me point
into this direction.
It’s the word of God that gives
much needed correction
A “spiritual orientation” is
what needs to take place!
There’s a God who loves us!
And offers his grace!
If one is still unhappy with the way
they’re created…
We’re wonderfully designed by God!
This shouldn’t be debated!
Allow God’s word to orientate
your life today!
And listen to what your creator
really has to say!
Where there is emptiness… God’s love does
much more abound…
Allow the Holy Spirit to turn
your life around!
Jesus alone can change your
whole way of living!
His life for yours…
Is what HE is giving!
By Jim Pemberton 03/01/11
Quite often, there’s a lot of speculation…
Regarding a person’s “orientation.”
As each day goes by… It appears to me.
Many are confused as to what they want to be.
Which direction one goes… Is “anybody’s guess…”
No wonder this world’s an “upside-down” mess!
The Bible says; “straight is the way.”
And “narrow is the gate.”
One needs to make up his mind.
Before it’s too late!
If one is confused. Let me point
into this direction.
It’s the word of God that gives
much needed correction
A “spiritual orientation” is
what needs to take place!
There’s a God who loves us!
And offers his grace!
If one is still unhappy with the way
they’re created…
We’re wonderfully designed by God!
This shouldn’t be debated!
Allow God’s word to orientate
your life today!
And listen to what your creator
really has to say!
Where there is emptiness… God’s love does
much more abound…
Allow the Holy Spirit to turn
your life around!
Jesus alone can change your
whole way of living!
His life for yours…
Is what HE is giving!
By Jim Pemberton
03/01/11
Some lefties are chefs
All righties are deft ~
I'd lather bereft
Can you make a friend— like a craft project?
I know, I hear this parental voice, “just be yourself.”
All of my classes this semester will be in one building, but I’m a control freak, I wanted to walk my schedule, go class to class, like I will on my first day. I have a locker too—this is so high school—but I wanted to find it, try the combination and plan what I’ll carry. I have questions too, like how’s the wi-fi, are there charging outlets, and where can I get coffee?
Orientation is Tuesday—but who can wait until Tuesday? Classes start Wednesday. I’d never sleep this weekend with so many questions. I’m already having dreams where I’m lost, late and embarrassed.
So there I was, this morning, dressed for class with my green messenger bag—doing it—schedule in hand. I went into a small auditorium with cushioned, crimson, theater seating—where my first class will be—and there’s this other girl, dressed for class, schedule in hand.
We were like twins, except she’s tall and black and I’m not. Right off she commanded me, handing me her phone, no preamble, no “How do you do,” to “Take my picture.”
Of course, I obeyed, I’m not from outer space. I burst 50 quick frames, as she slightly varied her pose and she did likewise for me.
Her name is Chella and she graduated from Yale last week too, with a ‘Bachelor of Science in Global Affairs.’ I think I saw her on campus once or twice but our paths had never directly crossed.
“But IS 'Global Affairs' a science degree?” I asked skeptically.
“Probably not,” she answered, “but some of us can live with ambiguity.”
Her first direct, commanding phrase limns her personality perfectly.
Yeah, we hit it right off.
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Songs for this:
Cruel To Be Kind by Letters to Cleo
Perfect Day by Povo
Are You Trying to Be Funny? by Everything But the Girl
Sodomites
Ezekiel 16:49
Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters were arrogant, over fed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy.
That day you seraphs passed the gate
You heralded an uncreate
You had been told the ten to seek
For nine or less no mercy speak
Instead of going to the square
You yielded to four foreign there
Who chose a fertile valley then
From mountain streams to abject sin
But if you had you would have found
Five righteous ones there cruelly bound
Penetrated, stretched out straight
Their holy souls inviolate
The victims of both young and old
Abused by those whose hearts were cold
To innocence and love once near
Then limited to five born *****
Who refused to enjoin the rest
In malice soaked with violence
And disregard for those in need
Their consciences did no more heed
The cries of those whose lights went dim
So at high noon came heaven’s brim
Five bodies freed from spirits’ flight
There left to burn with Sodomites
In both manifestation
Or the dark void
We be in bliss elation
In stillness overjoyed
Interconnectedness
To infinite expansion
Dissolved oneness
Upon vaporisation
In vibrant emptiness
Divine is the mover
Bestowing aliveness
Enabling petals flower
Alignment of identity
With God consciousness
Connection in continuity
Single eye awareness
Distilling our attention
By surrender prayerful
Our optimal meditation
To behold Gods miracle
04-October-2020
We are here
We know not why
As yet
Since we are here
We may as well
Do our best
Duality offering
Two polarities
Expansion and contraction
Needing no prompt
We intuitively
Go with joyful elation
Looking in
Within
We feel heart singing
Looking out
Desires and fears grout
Our being
Looking around
We see geometric perfection
Of Gods creation
This forms the basis
Of our contemplation
In stillness of meditation
Ceasing grasping
We shift to connecting
Imbibing bliss sensation
No doing done
The happening fortuitous
By resonation
Wonder beyond wonder
We are still
Yet there is a mover
In thought rested silence
Nestled in a bliss mist
Presence ascends higher
Mind body emptiness
Magnetically connects us
To the that oneness
Having so vaporised
We no longer size
Dwelling in void of stillness
23-March-2021
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instrument of thought now rested
awareness abides in silence
all nodes within form uplifted
life flowing in playful parlance
in tranquil calm feeling complete
following the breath principle
embrace and release, bliss replete
spacial cognition spherical
the external domain recedes
taken to be a dream sequence
empty within, no fear to weed
persona marked by innocence
along the flow, from time to time
we still do sense oscillation
aligned with the divine sublime
quickly restores bliss elation
21-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
J-ust
E-xpect
R-emarkable
Z-enith
O-f
N-oble
E-ndeavor
V-ia
A-nother
S-uccessful
C-areer
O-rientation
Topic: Birthday of Jerzon Evasco (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The horizontal energy conduit
at the central Anahata spacial
burrows polarity opposites radial
with patience slow but resolute
Likewise the head upper ovoid
sees multitude of nodes deepening
magnetic electricity heightening
with presence in bliss overjoyed
Whilst lower mind is at rest
we cannot help noticing divine geometry
energy centres glistening in symmetry
each pulse manifesting a new crest
05-October-2020