Children pick up cues from all
The people that surround them,
Formulating ways to interact
With those around them.
As they grow, they learn how some
Behaviors will affect them
And also how their actions
Might cause people to reject them.
But on the other hand, they find
Some manners to embrace,
Expecting adulation, though
That might not be the case.
Our personalities evolve
From witnessing those cues
And learning which traits help us
And which others we should lose.
Yet sometimes we are clueless
Of the way we are perceived,
For early interactions
Weren’t trusted or believed.
To some, life is a struggle,
Trying way too hard to please,
While to those who are oblivious,
They never need appease.
Reaching further into my soul,
I'm releasing control.
Flowing with the whole,
Rolling where it wants me to go.
Because I know there's more,
To this story I explore.
I feel it deep within my core,
Stored information.
Creations radio station,
Release your expectation.
This is your souls vacation,
A higher education.
Creations place to play,
Interacting with itself all day.
Always creating another way,
To experience and enhance,
Staying to advance.
Another chance to try,
Another reason to cry,
No need to ask why,
Knowing you never die.
This body designed to thrive,
Adapt and survive.
If you're breathing,
You're still alive,
To drive Atoms and molecules,
Giving the cues to heal you.
The daddy was lying on the couch again
Spending all of his hours after work doing nothing
Wifey dear was cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry
What she always does after an eight-hour day of office stuff
The daughter saw, and realized women must be the worker bees
Men get to lie around and do nothing; she felt angry and resentful
Their son saw too, but he did not pick up the socially- weird cues
He began to help his mother – doing laundry, and cooking supper
Daddy never noticed that his wife or son were doing anything
He was zoned in on a TV screen, watching one pattern after another
Not really seeing any of it, just trying to keep out of their way
The daughter resolved never to get married, thanks to this revelation.
She never did, and she never cleaned either.
Her house was a kind of a hoarder’s house,
Daddy refused to come visit, but her mother and brother did.
They usually brought cleaning supplies, which made her laugh.
Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find
Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more
Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility
Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound
In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration
When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.
Refuse to hang the innocent
While your gang acquits the guilty
In a tooth for a tooth pronouncement
You state in collusion with the mighty.
Accuse with the ruse in your news dissidents
Whipped into submission
To the coercion of incidents
Incorporated into a dictatorial diction.
Cruise out of control
With your weapons of avid annihilation
Primed to wiped out any pesky patrol
That surveys the sadness and sickness in your jubilation.
Freeze the breeze trees in infancy
Stunted when you hunt down their xylem
In a show of tethered truancy
Boosted by a nihilist anthem.
Use distorted dialogues
Conducted at cross purposes
In muted prologues and monologues
With enfeebled and emaciated faces bereft of choices.
Save knaves and staves
Slaves struggle to free from the tyranny
Perpetrated in war veteran graves
To whom you dished out a cashless cacophony.
Wave flaccid flags flown at half mast
As conflict casualties mount
When baskets of mourning cast
A dark pall on leadership lists of skills to discount.
Despair not. Repair the flare
No longer impotent, no longer content
As venom fangs bare
Death diadems an bother bandanas for the discontent.
Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium.
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Break mistakes and stakes of the past
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium
Flake brakes and cakes of conundrum on a malice mast.
Break mistakes and stakes of the past
Catalyze cannons of conscience and confidence
Flake brakes and cakes of conundrum on a malice mast
Cremate mates and pates of divergence and diffidence.
Catalyze cannons of conscience and confidence
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Cremate mates and pates of divergence and diffidence.
Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity.
Glorious hues arise from halo of morning sky
As dreamy eyes take me on a wondrous ride
Where cottony clouds scatter layers of purple
Adorning with shades of heliotrope flowers.
On my ride I visualize a celestial place on earth
Hearing fairy tales from fabled views unfolding,
And I ask my yawning bushes to vacate at once
So I can plant my lilac garden in sunrise colors.
Mesmerized by purple cues in orchid motifs
My day traversed gaily in enchanting overtones,
When clouds spewing gray darkened my show
Blocking twilight from glistening reddish glow.
Having lost sunrise, I hang on to sinking sunset
Assured by its scenic prowess I build my place
Near the lone lamp on street that is yet to be lit
Yearning for vistas of my daydream to repeat.
My place now occupies best of both worlds
Rising with mornings and setting with evenings,
Mimicking splendid hues of evocative contexts
Adoring fervent daybreaks and dreamy sunsets.
February 15, 2018
First Place:Sunrise and sunset contest by Silent One
Also placed first in ultimate 2018 contest by Brian Strand
A dapper morning awaits
as I gaze out
to an awakening
steeped in conviviality
so palpable in glow of
leaves bathed anew
radiant in glory
Glistening crisp
blades of grass
razor edged sharp
deftly cut through
weeds of gloom
Aromas soaked in mirth
envelope landscape
From my soul
infused with joy
escapes a sigh
embraced avidly
by bountiful breeze
the lines between us blur slowly
as it subsumes me
And I cease to be
my spirit merged
with universe...
Date July 10 2017
July Premier contest any form any theme sponsored by Brian Strand
India.Arie you helped me see
that clarity of intention
sculpts the skeleton of results
and the vision of invention
your message haunts why I try
the push for what God wills
and I'd go for my dam dreams
but I have to pay my bills
the life I've built is the obstacle
how to I empty to be filled
how do I take on all I've made
to get passed all I've willed
to tear it all down means loss
Im attached to plan B
this second option is working out
I have a peace, and I feel free
but intuition scolds apprehension
to settle limits God's will
developing a nature dissatisfaction
tortures my present standing still
the life I've built is the obstacle
how do I empty to be filled
how do I take on all I've made
to get passed all I've willed
Im trapped by my freedom to choose
to gain also means to lose
here, detachment means to fuse
action to the arrow of cues
***Show your teeth the doctor said your diagnosis is complete you're half- dead half-alive you are suffering from Schrödinger equation syndrome.....
** Funny tales are funny because they tell our stories............
**My wife Sarah's nose is a pitchfork which lifts scents of my doing-nothings....
**Three orphan kittens call the moon their mother and tell her to come down to make their beds........
**You kiss your squid wife at sea-food platter .................
**He kicked on other people's scuttle-butt..........
**Scuzzy little imp stole cats out of the bag............
** He washed his tired ass at sea........
**My wife's crummiest cake took a bathing naked like a porpoise......
**Anna miscarried justice John. He put on much weight ...........
**His sperms are miscounted by a desk lady of immigration department......
**He was punished three moons, four butterflies, five flowers and one thousand kisses by a Poetic Justice........
** They were three sisters--scud-eyed, skid-eyed, and squid-eyed......
** He could not do foreplay because he didn't make the first act of the play........
**He was served automobile soup, aristocratic juice, and autocratic nuts......
When I heard of the news
I was somewhere being me.
Somewhere further than where you were
Something close to confused.
But then I heard about you
And I decided that what I’d do
Was take the cue and be more like you.
So that maybe, I’d be news someday too.
Be better at things I wasn’t born to do
Perfect them like you
Be stronger than the gum on the bottom of my shoes
And more like you
Be graceful in situations that I’d rather not to
Honorable like you
Be the spitting image.
Only a much shorter, different eye colored, easy-going, shy, lazy, curly haired, color
loving, sock collecting, music blaring, messy room having, accident prone, exact version
of you.
Wait.
I don’t think I want to—take the cue
To be the you
that’s less like me
To lose my view of reality
My humor; laugh
Sanity
My perfect taste in music
Not to mention my beliefs
And
just my soul in totality.
So
I’ll go back to being
Somewhere far away and confused
Forget the news
I’m done with your cues
I’m who I want to be.
My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be at a great loss!
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