Best Preservation Poems
I’ll stay away…
from what brings pain
What makes tears fall
like acid rain
I’ll stay away…
from what is fake
What makes my heart
about to break
I’ll stay away….
From a false friend
Who makes my hope
Reach bitter end
I’ll stay away…
From selfish quest
What makes me lose
What I love best
I’ll stay away….
From hurtful write
That plunges soul
In darkest night
I’ll stay away…
From words untrue
What gives false love
In shaded hue
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I’ll stay close to…
what brings me life
What makes my heart
Free from all strife
I’ll stay close to…
What feeds my soul
What makes my heart
Feel light and whole
I’ll stay close to….
What brings delight
What brings me joy
In darkest night
I’ll stay close to…..
What I adore
What feeds me heart
Has love in store
I’ll stay close to….
What's good and true
And so I’ll stay
Right close to you.
Eileen Manassian
People have different tolerance levels for pain. I have a very low threshold. Fragile and brittle...I break easily, and sometimes the repair work takes forever. Thus, I have found that it's best to stay away from potential heartache and pain. Sometimes we torture ourselves by reading or listening to things that will just drive that nail in deeper into our hearts. Why? That is self torture. There is enough pain in life to bring us down. We don't need to make it worse. So...sometimes keeping a distance is best. Not out of hate....it could be disappointed love...unmet expectations...previous painful experiences....or it could just be called....SELF PRESERVATION.
Thanks for reading!
Faithful companion, Caradog, without necessity
Habitat fed his needs, our bond rapidly developed
Fierce competent hunter amazingly adopted me
Heritage unable to continue, thylacine near relic
Decision to keep him secret was tumult traumatic
Exploited Tiger captured disallowed me to have it
Slender sniff nuzzled friend was a multitude more
Central to my craft's formation, carved wood replica
Tangible muse renews value in sculpting his form
Task of inspiration shed sparks of reaching fire
From my lantern lit table, I intently watched him rise
Stilt like legs stretched, striped yellow rump lifted
Nudged me with gentle nose, wild must be a guise!
Trusting eyes knew domesticity, my heart pilfered
So we walked, accepted man beside marsupial beast
Sharp snout pointed urgently when he detected a meal
Several rats equalled daily quota, Caradog's appease
Showed me hidden nooks, I couldn't figure the appeal
Of providing his secrets, perhaps to dispel theories
Population still existed, a duty he felt was obligatory
Already running in my long local veins, knowledge
Caradog was the final egsample, the last battler
Of a fine Australian species, sadly now abolished
Persistent development trampling their chattels
Option to turn him in to rangers, on my doorstep
Final thylacine female despondent and beyond it
Zoo tourist captivity would instill Caradog torture
Days spent free, ferocious mate bore my fondness
( Last live Thylacine held in Tasmania, 1933 )
* Convincing Thylosene on poems below this,
the prequel to this story
9th August 2020
Exhaust fumes and flower blooms
Acrid smells, gentler scents
& pungent decay
Hot molten gold flows out of a clear
blue sky
Cars rumble down streets made into
alleys through the trees that tower
over them like Eiffel
Or Freedom
With the rain age old mud mixes
into the seams of recently laid
concrete
My city is a cyborg
With kudzu wrapped telephone wires
weaving away from its heart like
veins through body
Carrying life-lines to its extremities
Steel office buildings rise from the
ground alongside the trees that we
plant on the sides of downtown streets
Because we don't want to forget
what the land was like before we
came
And our quarries carved down mountains
and our progress intruded on mother nature
We don't want to forget what things were like
Before the South started to
become "new" and king Cotton lost
his right to rule to the steel mills, quarries and commercialization and
became a peasant
Before industrialization changed the landscape
And Birmingham earned the nickname "The Magic City"
Civil Rights demonstrators marched
some of the same streets we walk
And the 16th Street Baptist Church
has an exhibit that reminds us that
sometimes progress comes with a high
price
right across from the Civil Rights Institute
Part of Martin's dream came true in some places
Black and white children play
together now
But you can still see the Confederate
Flag hanging from a pole at the side
of the interstate as you go down
towards Florida
The Klan still holds rallies
and buzzards can still be seen eating
road kill in the middle of the suburbs
This is still the south
What some call the country
....and minders of the past are
never that far away.....
Civilizations, ancient;
are rife with stories,
which they preserve
throughout time.
Tales of the potter
and his clay.
The creator’s clay,
is quite ancient.
The potter,
uses it to build his stories
of life; which time
will preserve.
What a potter preserves
in the clay;
takes time
and it becomes ancient.
Many life stories,
are told by the potter.
All good potters,
will preserve
their stories,
within clay.
Records of the ancients;
reside in the library of time.
One time,
I became a potter.
Like the ancients;
I want to preserve,
in clay,
my stories.
The billions of stories;
told throughout time;
are sacred and I, the potter,
will add mine, in clay
and preserve
them; just like the ancients.
Future ancients, will look back at my stories.
Those that were preserved so long ago.
They will see, that this potter, loved working with the clay.
I’ve completed another day.
What’s the rush in throwing yourself
at another –
When the rooms are cold,
and the lovers are gone
Smiling is hardly representing sanity.
Your picture hanging is messed – see there –
My smiling represents thought
If this goes anywhere – we’ll be trapped
You make me comfortable in small ways –
getting me in
Fill me with your own words – I am made,
Born –
Recreated for a person, to be had in all ways.
What’s the rush at throwing yourself
at another –
They’ll leave anyway because they
recreated themselves –
Why leave someone so perfect? – You ask?!
Hated by their souls, they look into the mirror.
Create yourself – Don’t be created
I’ve completed another day.
Destructive Preservation
Winters grass adapting,
hibernated blades colorless...
See life growing...
Another season preserving...
True Life...
Ash tree world tree of history...
Comfort within its casual shade...
See life anchoring...
Strong base to sustain...
True Life...
Wildfires destruction fire burning...
Killing path in thirst of fuel...
See life destructing...
Self Destructive Stupid Fools...
World afire racing to burn more fossil fuels...
What happens one day when the fire forever burns...
bmdavey@
02/19/16
mother hares nurture
gazelles feed with protection
safe preservation
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: April 20, 2016~
"The ways in which we apply these [empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural synergetic balance]
over the next century
will be the greatest test
of our evolutionary [democratic Win/Win]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism
nor nationalism
nor sexism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires developing holistic integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic
health of interdependent pleasure
and wealth of intersectoral compassion.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
leaders and co-operative
co-invested followers.
Until our democratic national party
becomes an everyday
InterNational InterDependent PolyCultural Health Party.
Until our republican nationalistic party
becomes a cooperatively-managed
EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Project.
Until each educational and religious system
becomes a polyamorous paradise
for mentoring Restorative Peace,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
miseducated and disempowered
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes a bipartisan win/win part
of EarthMother's CoPassionate Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
reinforcing our EcoPolitical CoOperative Health Trust
of and for Earth's Peace Wealth.
Until Type A caste supremacist planning
to extend competing Win v Lose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with processing Type B
nurturing Win/Win
caste-abolishing Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
panentheistically religions again
with Right inductive
mind-passion/body-pleasure.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means feminist flow with nurturance
through mutual Left/Right bicameral
cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until "unsophisticated women"
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
empty vacuous imaaginary population
now singing more resonant harmonies
dancing more resilient memories.
Self preservation
I'll go on with my life
What you took from me
Just gave me insight.
I am stronger,smarter more confident too
What you took from me
Has made me brand new.
My eyes are open
My heart is safe
I am now in a whole new phase.
I choose to be happy
More cautious,it seems
I won't change me, to play anyones schemes.
I'll smile,live and love
No one will take that away
I'm the best of me
and I'll stay that way.
Self preservation, isn't easy
Thats true...
But in life,it's needed
What more can we do.
A lesson learned ,never to late in life
Live,love and be happy
It's a beautiful life.
The sun,the moon, the water that flows
The green grass and flowers,just watching them grow.
The snow in winter,cold air we breathe
Self preservation,is a beautiful thing.
What you took from me was more than a dream
It happpened in life
But was a goodthing.
I'm a survivor, you're in the past
Self preservation, has gotten me through...
So all I can say is "I Thank You".....
Sometimes you have to think first of yourself
Before you consider another.
This lesson is learned just by living your life
And not taught by school or your mother.
It’s natural to sacrifice comfort or time
To help out a friend who is needy;
But saying “I can’t” when you really cannot
Doesn’t mean that you’re selfish or greedy.
For instinct kicks in and it trumps even guilt,
So you do not need justification
To satisfy those who may challenge the choices
You’ve made for your self-preservation.
It’s hard to accept that you can’t always be
Quite as giving as your own perception.
If you’re lucky, those times won’t define who you are
And your friends will forgive the exception.
Self-Realization for Preservation
At 3 and a half I met mom number two
Only after mom number one just wouldn’t do
Nine years have passed, and I survived the abuse
Mom number one took too long to get stable
Now a 12-year-old must choose
I picked mom number two simply because she was all I knew
I’m 33 now and memories are resurfacing
And I begin to feel like the universe has cursed me
Neither of the moms are present and that’s so I can heal
Mom number one denies everything, and mom number two
said she’s sorry for how the thrashings made me feel
Intuition on an all-time high
While so much change is on the rise
Wonderment of it all leads me to the path of my destiny
Now I begin to feel the spirits around me
Who, What, When, Where and How
I’m sure this is my second awakening
The first time I was just a child
I get a journal and set forth on my journey
Archangel Raphael took the wheel this time I’m sure
Only because I was close to making the same mistakes as before
Plucking body hairs to disassociate
Going into a trans state just to hear angels conversate
Almost certain of who’s here as company
Metatron to give inspiration
And Sandalphon has reincarnated into me
Or so I believe, it must be true because
The Divine uses music as a form of
communicating
Life in a nutshell
You touch those around you with your heart, when it is the only way they can be touched.
You fill their lives with happiness, when hope seems to be useless.
Let the angels take your message, for they are our messengers.
Fill your heart with joy, let laughter prevail.
Never let anyone annoy, but feel bad for them because they are so sad.
Never let yourself be the turtle in the middle of the road, there are many directions he can travel, but only one can set him free and how he handles the situation determines his fate.
If you come upon a snake in the woods, you still have choices.
Your life is like the River, if you go with the flow, it will be easy paddling If you decide to change direction, it won't be as easy, but it can be done, but making waves will only get you sunk.
If you build a sandcastle, with-in a short time it will only dwindle away, if you have a concrete foundation, and it is built with stone, it will stay a lot longer. How can you go wrong?
Fight to preserve, not with each other.
7-05-2008
Once a lover said to me “I’d like to pick your brain,”
“You’re a beauty darling, but I think you’re quite insane.”
I did not doubt a word he said so I opened up my mind
I think he got a little scared when he realized what he’d find.
Empty bourbon bottles, littered in my head
Crumpled up old snuff notes, wishing I was dead.
Then one of the voices that once belonged only to me
Snuck into his consciousness out of curiosity
It whispered scary sayings right into his ear
He clutched my hand tightly, said “Never leave me, dear.”
I looked into terrified eyes with sincere empathy
But felt nothing but relief that the terror had left me.
Before it could crawl back to me I shut my mind quickly,
I will be damned if I’m the one living life sickly.
I cowboy on this acre here
To preserve the legacy I hold dear
This is the life I’ve chose to lead
In my children, I’ll plant a seed
They may one day choose city life
with its equal parts of glitz & strife
But deep in their hearts they’ll heed the truth
And hold fast to the teachings of their youth
Along with their ties & suits
I’ll bet you they’ll wear cowboy boots
Though far & wide, I know they’ll roam
This ranch will always pull them home
For on this acre that you see
Was instilled in them a cowboy legacy
I’ll cowboy on this acre here
for it’s the bond that keeps them near
© August 2003
What has happened to lifes preservation,
to its salvation,
I said to my maker.
Man has become a voracious taker
without due thought,
what devastation has has wrought./
Why, why has life become so cheap,
so much so that the very heavens weep
as does the earths spirit down
to its very core's deep.
Are we not meant to be compassionate caretakers
and not implacable destroyers?
The sun-kissed breezes say so,
the birds on high swooping through the radiant sky
and the animals below say so./
The streams, rivers, flowers and trees
echo this sentiment with the bees.
Custodians wise of the earth and of all life forms
man should be not the bringer of premature death
and endless calamity./