An event planner from birth,
he becomes annoyed to notice
what had been short-range planning
is now long-range
hoping to renew
anthropocentric intelligent investment
What sentience may his cells,
molecules,
atoms have that remains?
Now free to transverse
transform
transparent with non-other
neighbors
Looking for unconditional love
compassion
enlightenment
cooperative empowerment
With synergetic
energetic
united,
but not uniformed,
neighbors
Rematriated,
reformed
from patriarchal caste position
preservation
compulsion
Recreating a less anthropocentric view,
panentheism becomes as humanely obvious
as sacred ethos wealth
embracing organic eros health
Renewing virtues
of green ecological climates
planning a robust EarthMother democracy.
Jennifer Brea had encephalomyelitis
She was examined by the best and brightest
She was told that anxiety was the cause
These kinds of mistake should give us pause.
Heide Ferrer got tremors and vibrations
Told it was depression, imagine her frustrations.
She took her own life, long covid is now supposed
Another disease dismissed, not diagnosed.
Alison McCabe was in severe pain
She was told it was the flu, so why complain
But it was the side effect of iron infusion
It was the doctor, not her, who had the delusion
There are other cases, if you search you will find
There's a catch all basin of "all in your mind"
some patients even accused of seeking attention.
If docs don't know, maybe best course is abstention.
The process of elimination can be a dead end
If you assume its mental, patient may not mend.
But don't make the mind the dumping ground
For every mystery not yet found.
conscientiousness~
smoothing those ruffled feathers,
small mindful actions,
quiet care unfolding like
light warming a cool morning
DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS
Do not be carried away by the deceit,
Of an oozing chant of a back palm’s stew;
For the meat that source and house it,
Will slip and off it will drift like dew;
So, do not miss the sun,
While counting the smiles of the stars,
Kafkaesque!
Most magic moments oblique,
The conscientiousness to tame,
And the illusionary shadow’s of blame.
Sometimes, I don’t want,
You to know what I think,
That’s why I hide it in a plant,
A tarred bowdlerize wink;
So, do not stay too long....
Looking at the sun, especially her eclipse.
Alas! The jaded aglet corpse!
I have wringed wet maelstroms,
What you have in your palm,
Is bigger than the shadow storms,
So, do not waste hours counting,
Those deceitful stars__
When all you need is the moon!
For this is an overweening;
Err that mar many: a raconteur.
~ Tile
"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan
Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.
A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.
Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.
Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.
Women* in my family are God’s gifts indeed
Exemplifying their roles by their deed and creed.
Caring Mother showcases blest homemaker’s zest
Her partnership with Dad makes family’s love nest.
Sweet Sisters continue to share legacy well
Marked with conscientiousness wherein they do excel.
Strong Grandmoms’ industrious bearing still prevails
Through their brood’s hardworking trademark that never fails.
Dear Aunts are vouched with testimonies of kindness
By neighbours that have witnessed their genuine goodness.
Lady cousins remain steadfast public servants
Fulfilling assigned tasks as ministerial grants.
Daughters and nieces while in the Lord’s grace, flourish
Keep on being nourished from truths they must cherish.
*Proverbs 30:31 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
June 28, 2022
2nd place, "Women in my family" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/12/2022.
Be sure to bring your surf board,
Which you always can afford;
To God be conscientiousness;
When you do be very anxious.
When drowning in river realized,
That I really was being baptized;
While I had been having a hunch,
All politicians were out to lunch.
Would find out that flu had been;
Saved for only those who did sin,
According to my Bible I had read,
Will receive ticket when you sped.
Jim Horn
People like the thought of Karma
It gives justice some magic
They rule out Providence completely
I believe that is tragic
To them it's far fetched
That God can teach you a lesson
Or look down on creation
And find ways to give blessings
They want pain for wrongdoers
On a system like gravity
And to be paid for conscientiousness
Well again, that's a tragedy
Can the threat of a sharp knife erase someone's evil?
Can a carrot on a stick make bad people good people?
Be real...
An ample quantity of faith
I Preserve
A Sample of filtered love, please
To my reserve.
Almighty, I am a humble bee
Surrounding and singing you
I wish to be
A small ray is enough
For me to stay and shine.
For all the colour you shower
For your image of light
Constantly in my body and mind.
If not your light
I wish to see your shadow, at least.
Dark light
The air when you inhale is gifted.
It stays inside you always
Let me join you alike.
Convert me into thin air
And allow me to stay in
Almighty you reflected everywhere
In the mud and dust.
I am too liberal of my compliment
That really satisfied me
My worship, humour, conscientiousness
Continuing from my birth.
My comparisons were stoutly upward
I am not god or angel
After all I am a man.
What Is This Virtue?
What is this virtue, loyalty?
Steadfast dependability...
Trueheartedness and faithfulness...
Honor and conscientiousness...
Single-mindedness devotion...
Incorruptible emotion...
Trustworthiness and constancy...
Sincerity and honesty...
Allegiance, bond, fidelity...
A precious gift is- loyalty.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Loyalty
Sponsor: Broken Wings
05/01/2016
Let’s dream and wonder
How societies would live their diurnal,
Wondrous and productive lives
If every member of that fraternity
Of brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children
Would have shame and higher conscience
And let it be the guiding light in their beings;
And also, would think only of others
Because whole civilization in its multitude
Would think of them before themselves;
Putting Innate Responsibility and Outermost Kindness
To the foreground;
By making them the cornerstones
Of it’s societal and unbreakable Unity.
What would it be? A total horror,
True Communism in making, I would think
Without doubt;
That how it was evinced to all who want to know
In Ivan Efremov’s treatise ‘The Bull’s Hour’
In all its humble conscientiousness and much forethought;
Would it ever happen? I think – not.
That angel is me
I leave; Check on you
cuss - help out
then come back.
that's my conscientiousness
angle of concern
flying over your mind.
Drift,catching your thoughts.
That angel is me
leaving you alone
with yourself (good company)
Accidentally,nothing happens.
We were meant to make mistakes.
So breathe while you still can.
Always ONE down and
two to go when it comes to killing
those demons...
There will always be a human Angel
Assigned to guard your feelings.
So breath while you still can.
That angel for a few of you is me.!
If you feel me then say "I Do".
I will be back in a few...
leaving my flesh again -
flying on a wavelength
leaping hither and thither...
seeking the consciousness
of like minds.
This Angel does not
wrestle with man nor
time.....Even with the ones
to whom I've been assigned.
Oh, I Am the angel who serves
love in my writes - Whom backs
up the love with action not talk.
Who knows when to fly
with you, or when to walk.
So breathe, breathe deeply
while you still can.
© Vicki Acquah
Which mortal soul cannot comprehend
The Deliciousness of bodily paradise
Moisture filled, blood of melodious incarnation
Passional insinuations, not state of grace
Mouth savour distaste an ashamed assumption
Transfuse her fire, absorbed in ravines
Faithful souls, captivity relinquished
Split fruit pours forth; judgemental devotion
Torments unheard, Possession, Desire
Beauty and love; Transparent Impotence
Smouldering a true Illuminated repentance
Points of sin against the embroidered sky
Representing restrained conscientiousness
Chasing the night; Barren pleasures
Cleansing the day; Purest soul soars
Cloud of thoughts; Whites of innocence
Suffers sin for pleasure; Attend to thee
Up; Ravished vaulted space; Faith; Eternity
Awaiting, their next disgrace!
What's wrong with you? Why did you do that anyway?
I guess because I wanted to, like a desire I couldn't stave
What seems to be your problem again?
I don't have one, it's in your imagination....
Are you crazy or what should I ask?
I don't think so, is this a trap?
Are you insane like your mother and whole family?
I don't think so, you narcissistic bastard you see
I don't understand why you do that
No and without a brain it will be hard and you never will stat!
You don't understand anything!
That's what you think, You don't understand that's the problem Psycho!!
Look at yourself and not me
Then you will see the things you need to see
Yourself which may scare you
Your soul which may not even be there
And your conscientiousness which is not to be found
Always get the log out of your own eye
Before getting the stick out of somebody else's eye
Get the log out of your own very carefully....
Resolution
Life's trials - not to turn my conscientiousness against me
the greatest spinner of frustration's affliction
holds me fiercely - spiritually sound
calming my alleged ordeal - walking me steadily
to His conscientiousness - mine beside His
never do I strain or stretch - to find Him
His presence is felt -with every cross I bare
I'm in attendance while he calls my name
For if I dally in my dial - how will he answer
there are no digits - just a prayer
but numbers gather in heavenly repair
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