Best Paradoxes Poems
That is truth,
in England
all people have looked as polished talents and genius,
even a driver there
or porter, or steward,
or begger, or trader,
or stealer, or priest,
or head of ministry
do not work without great quality and service.
There is, seem, only one stupid man - mister Bean,
who prevailed all brilliant persons given together.
They are all have made themselves
as they want and planned
through successful work
and competition
in various branches and activities
of high improved community,
while the others unlucky
inhabitant of authoritarian countries,
post-soviet states
and Islamic caliphates
as the Iranian regime
that must proud only with Omar Hayam
in last millennium,
have had a very small portion
of really famous and respected men
or just intrinsic professionals.
And their waste majority
looks like as screws in clock,s engine,
or as soldiers in training camp of rebuilding empire,
or as religious fanats in Friday namaz
or as new slaves
in collective farm and weapon producing factories.
They have not any chances
for arise to personality
in terms of quality and standards
so usual for British community.
I faced alarming paradoxes
as I headed toward puberty.
First,
my King James Bible-belting parents,
extended family,
and all-hopelessly-WHITE farm community
taught me
God loves me
and all the children,
red and yellow,
and black almost as much as white.
That felt good
but then I learned God hates me
because I became queerly obsessed
with hot guys,
and not hot girls.
So, God restoratively created me
so He could retributively hate me.
That seemed like poor justice and peace planning to me,
and I was still in fifth grade.
Then I learned that God had given me two extraordinary gifts:
Possibly unmeasurable intelligence,
and so,
my grade-school principal warned
my evangelical farmer parents,
we were not to be surprised
if I was and saw this Earth
in a somewhat different way.
My second gift
was the envy of all good Bible-belting out and still-in teenagers.
I could sing with the angels.
So,
the God of Infinite Love
is my Creator
and I am His Frankenstein *****
with a mind and singing voice to soar,
full of Grace.
You and I might both be surprised
how long it took to figure out
Something is very wrong with this picture,
and I don't think it is just me.
It was merely everyone else I knew and trusted
in that Bible-belting time.
So I sang for them in full voice
but gave as little voice to my sexuality as possible.
I wrote papers and test responses
in full A+ voice
but told no one
I knew they were asking wrong questions
for me to answer with full-versed integrity,
Free to sing with David and Jonathon
free of magic superstitions
standing in for mythic polypathic wisdom
of Solomon
Not to divide innocent organic Promise
God has conjoined as Love
of and for children,
red and yellow,
black and white,
gay and lesbian,
bisexual and transgender
And, yes, even straight-faced
Bible-belted out and inward Hate,
Supremely Evangelical Christian Colonizing InBred Correctness,
while continuing to give birth
to hidden,
shamed and blamed ***** Grace
of a Loving God
polypathically immense,
deep and wide,
future through past
regeneratively just
and peaceful
and wickedly funny
Because if we cannot laugh at our egocentric stupidities,
then we must cry out for cosmic tragedy.
There are paradoxes , be assured
In life that must be confronted, not endured
If there is no conviction, don’t be lured
That a drink is well balanced and matured
Then you drink it expecting to be cured
But it leaves your imbalance and immaturity ensured
We think appreciation is all that’s worth having
Like we are only bound to receiving
From whence cometh the giving
That we all await with our appetite for taking
While the greatest nations are not withholding
And their hand that giveth always suffices for a blessing
Who said there was a title like “Honorable”
I thought it was a trait that was measurable
Selfless and unconditional service as is fathomable
Being an example and symbol of all that is noble
Making a teachable legacy probable
Showing all the good that is possible
They say that I speak to chastise
But I wonder how they watch sunrise by sunrise
Yet they fail to realize
That a timely action today will save us time’s reprise
Bringing pleasure to our eyes
As we watch while adversity dies
Life is just one big paradox,
endless space, but we're locked in a box.
We park in our driveways,
and drive on the parkways.
We build smaller computers to hold more information,
we talk less, with our mass media communication.
We produce more each day in quantity,
but lack in every way in quality.
We have more medicines than one could memorize,
and now more diseases than any of us can realize.
We hold ourselves high on our morals,
but the news shows us, our fights and quarrels.
We look beyond and try to understand outer space,
and we can't even figure out the human race.
We are all told to do our part and our share,
but at 5 o'clock, we see smog alerts for our air.
We have overcome and are not prejudiced,
but in our hometowns, it can't be missed.
This world is overpopulated with us all,
so we tear down homes, to build a mall.
The US is a group of states united,
but we couldn't be anymore divided.
We work a longer and harder day,
but our bills, we just can't pay.
We criticize people for being overweight,
but fast food will never abate.
Our government is more organized and powerful than ever,
but our voice is heard almost never.
These are just a few of the things I don't get,
but these will not make me upset.
I will accept them and move on,
because they will be there tomorrow, with the rise of dawn.
Happiness and desire are not two
As Nothing and everything are not two..
No separation
Paradoxes can resonate...
Whomever you’ve detained
You’ve retained,
Whatever you’ve maintained
Equally sustained,
The feeling you repressed
You also suppressed;
The person you depressed
You haven’t at all impressed.
One is with another already in battle
When brought into play one’s mettle;
There will still be new protesting “moos” to settle,
When you’ve started grazing long unfed cattle.
Any time your lips make a plosive
You’ve acted like an explosive;
Your siblings you fend
You nutritionally defend;
Whenever you’ve started one praising
You are a morale raising
And some self doubts erasing;
Not just words phrasing.
And when you rant
Your desire near their grant
Just as when your tiredness you pant
People now know you “can’t”
The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face,
The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace.
The way you want to lean on my race,
The sacred passion gives me a new space.
The only path I have seen,
One and only desire you could have been,
One and only proportion you own for the time being,
I am no one else until you see me clearly giving.
The endless life is a paradox of gorgeous wings,
You are no longer out of control for the measured pings.
The unholy genuineness gives me no more rare bliss,
The unknown appetites are the reason for my irregular gist.
It is not common or ordinary anymore,
It is not filled with hate at its core.
It is no longer my salient reason,
No reason can ease my aggressive tension.
Why can I not settle for less?
Why are you not something obvious to bless?
Why don't you know my name until I remind you of the same?
Why can't you see me as nothing more than a dice in this game?
A September Of Paradoxes
Penning down the surreal moments is one of the most self-exploratory and meditative, yet fulfilling and enriching experience! But some instances need not be pondered over much, to put them into paper; and so, I let my thoughts flow…!
When days are dull and the grey spreads its wings;
When flowers don’t bloom and greens turn pale;
A month of changes when the sunshine turns its face away;
And the covetous Autumn leaps out of its comforting bed to sweep away the complexion of bliss!
This is the time when, what is taken away, is given back with added sugar, or say, spice to cover up the dark woes;
The time which leads to heartfelt laughter and , heart aching grief;
You may curse or feel utterly blessed!
The time which spins your head to every possible way;
This “weird pack of 30 days” , may take you through the entire circle of life!
It’s that September which makes you weaker, but then stronger than you previously were;
Sublimates the suaveness of notions and makes you pragmatic;
Teaches you to fall and then rise again in victory, and eventually- Your Self Worthiness!
It is said- “That Sadness Is Much More Preferable Which Is The Harbinger Of Joys, Rather Than The Joy Which Is The Harbinger Of Sorrows.”
The aroma of these dazzling days casts a strong mystic spell. It’s strange how one September can bring a drastic change in you, when years and years of striving don’t and sweeps you off your feet with the charms of yearning passion!
This September of paradoxes leaves a deep imprint on my mind, with things I would want to forget and with those I would like to keep close to me forever!
And I term this unforgettable September as “A September Of Paradoxes”!
Strange, funny even;
someone spending two hours
in the gym at noon, sweating it out
then defeats the purpose at night
by wolfing down 3 large slices
of cheese pizza for dinner!
Yet I hold my laughter and criticism
because I'm sure that at some point
I've been unknowingly guilty
of such self-sabotage!
I'm also sure it has caused friction
in relationships, even break-ups!
Head-scratching; a dyed-in-the-wool
pro-lifer vehemently supporting
the death penalty. I can almost hear
a thought out there going...
"What the? I don't get that one!"
Yeah, it's a head-scratcher for me, too
I bet it discombobulates even an oxymoron!
It will make sense to me when 2+2 is 5!
POLARITIES AND PARADOXES Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written and submitted: 01/16/2020
What Now?
Isn’t This Hell For A Believer?
Isn’t This Nakedness For The Textile Owner?
Isn’t This Fruits For The Promiscous Bride?
This Is Barreness For The Virgin Bride
So What?
Is This Not The Tale Of A Caged Potential?
Isn’t This The Tale Of The Abbatoir Owner;
Diagnosed With Kwashiorkor
Isn’t This Some Juxtaposition
This Is Affluence From A Church Rat
What Can Your God Do?
Isn’t This The Tale Of A Cat On It’s Back?
This Is The Tale Of That Fellowship Brother
That Counsellor;
That Sin Counsels Itself
Isn’t This You?
Isn’t This Hypocritical?
Should I Be Writing This To You,or Myself?
Isn’t This Samson?
To have faith you must believe nothing visible
But faith is the last threshold of beauty here
To get healing you must first heal others
But I did not come to you sick
To be forgiven you must first forgive others
But you were too ignorant to be faulted
To find joy you must be able to give it first
But I never wanted me when I came to you
To be loved you must only love unreservedly
But how could you love me while loving yourself
To know God one must until God reveals himself
But we find him when self dies hidden by fear
How many paradigms and how many paradoxes
can you stuff into a pair of pint-sized treasure boxes?
And the answer is not,
"Oh teacher, I forgot,"
because I taught you to reason like wily little foxes.
Paradoxes
Are stories with
Responses of
Disbelief..or a
Certain immediate
And quiet resonance
Which cannot be
Explained..
Nevertheless...
Eternal God in human flesh.
Creator and creature enmeshed.
Jesus, the Savior of the world,
the babe in a manger curled.
Jesus, God’s Son, Omnipotent,
Hung from a cross, robed with a strip.
God, whose power can’t be restrained,
was by frail human nature chained.
The One whom no space can contain
was in a virgin’s womb retained.
Immortal God sealed in a tomb,
Creator God conceived in a womb.
The King of kings and Lord of lords
defied with disdain and discord.
The nonpareil and sovereign God
received from mortal man no laud.
The God of love greeted by hate,
by human hands suffered death’s fate.
His death secured for man new life,
one filled with joy and free from strife.
Heard at a modern American home in a city near you was a brief dialogue between father and son. A caring dad said to his teenage son: "I will expect that you should watch your language in the lyrics you are writing for your new rap song. So much attention to sex, violence, and dirty words is bad for this world as well as for my outstanding reputation in our very exclusive community".
The intelligent son replied to his dad, "Dad, does that mean that my foul language in entertainment is disgustingly disgraceful, but for you, it is not immoral to defend known felons and other criminals in the court of law, or to tell half-truths and unverifiable lies in politics because it's legal for you to do so? With your words, dad*, you are teaching me values, respect, and morality, but with your words and actions you are also teaching me to lie, steal, cheat, and get rich as quickly as you can any way you can".
012120PSoupCtest, Polarities And Paradoxes, Line Gauthier. 3P *International Standard Version, From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. It should not be like this, my brothers! James 3:10