Charles Kirk, conservative political activist, author, and media personality was assassinated in Utah on Sept 10, 2025
A world of common sense is stifled
A loss for all of us, indeed
Whoever killed him used a rifle
In vicious, vile, heinous deed
We knew him all and his compassion
Someone who spoke the honest truth
Defending freedom with a passion
And gifting hope to our youth
He may be gone, yet seeds he planted
Shall germinate and bear fruit
Ascend to Pearly Gates was granted
So sad his voice is now on mute
It’s one of those turning points
That twists the country on its head
Time shall make sense at this checkpoint
What we have lost with Charlie’s dead
Whoever did this want us chained
And walking left instead of right
May not this loss be their gain
Farewell, C. Kirk, one noble knight
September 10, 2025
Breathe in breathe out repeat, respiration is critical for any lifeform to succeed. All of a sudden I consider myself. Like the soil houses and remembers to shelter the seed, so the flowers germinate and can keep growing while their scent perfumes the air around me. Beautiful reminders I too am changing. Evolving. Beauty is still relevant just rearranging. As previously there were limitations to its phenotypic plasticity causing no growth or elevation. Someone is showing off using me as a demonstration. Like I'm always under observation while I am growing. Like Organogenesis: the development of new organs from meristems. The root of life is in me, the beginning and also the end. The combination of different cycles that one human holds within, is miraculous such a life I am worthy to play a function in. All I had to do was make it to this phase, where I can wake up to smell the flowers I planted along the way. Just be still. Breathe in breathe out, repeat, respiration is critical for any lifeform to succeed.
INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY
They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be;
But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:-
Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace;
Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:-
What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace
from above;
Dropping and bursting all over the earth below as they are released
from God's dove:-
Time is coming when mankind here on this weary earth will soon face
true inevitability,
And will then realize the consuming digestive neutralization of mendacious
moral relativity:-
Blackbirds actively search for food, yet not all seeds have the potential to germinate. Poets draw their inspiration from seeds, birds, and the sun. When a bird drops a seed in the forest, the sun provides the necessary nourishment. The seed may sprout or it may not. Similarly, a woman may choose to be with her partner; he could lead to a pregnancy, or he might not. She has the power to decide whether to continue the pregnancy, although external factors can influence its development.
In my creative vision, I have several compelling ideas that I am determined to share with the world. A fashionable item will achieve widespread popularity as it connects with its audience. A poem will carve its path through its distinct journey.
Importantly, the poet plays a vital role in driving the movement forward in establishing the movement.
If sperm were deposited into the soil, it is unlikely that they could survive like seeds.
Although I refrain from claiming that my poem will endure indefinitely, my unspoken words will grow like seeds, planting my name firmly in the landscape of knowledge.
I am my true self, akin to a poem that originated from a mere seed.
The Book of Souls is well composed by Nature.
through serial changes : Adaptation
continued on trial , best to capture
a blind process , showing evolution.
From non living stuff, life to germinate
Souls are to sprout from Energy conserved
Life runs to incarnate, re-incarnate
Souls to shelter as beings may deserve.
Souls flowing through living and non -living
Sometimes prominent, sometimes dormant
at nook of Nature or in a being.
Stable -stagnant or dynamic vibrant.
In non -living and living exist souls
as birth, life, death, after-life as a whole.
Sometimes, it doesn't matter
What kind of dance you do
Who you do it with
Is more important.
If you have a dream
A desire and perseverance
You will germinate
Even through the asphalt.
Fear a distressed emotion brought on by the belief that something dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat will occur. It only gains strength when you feed it faith. Growing into an outrageous ember, igniting every corner of hope it’s flames chase. It’s the unconscious decision to give up and for lack of better words, screw faith. But it’s in those moments we need to lock in, steady our ground, to again mount the horse of life before, untrue lies pull us back down. Using lessons as tools, from past trials that were fear derived. Turning them into hope as our hope is what keeps our faith alive. Some tracks are rocky, not always smooth.. If it was just flat, there would be no need for hope or faith within this life for flesh covered fools. It’s the hardships and heartaches that germinate our seeds, for faith, to bloom. I always lean harder into mine, when every other turn I manage to take, leads me to a dead-end, where fear and anger ruminate. It’s in those moments I beg for the spirit of uncertainty to relinquish my lack of faith, replace it with trust that everything, even on our worst days, will be ok just don’t invite fear to play.
Heart of emotions
spinning out
colors
seeding on stone
to germinate
hope
tears of the night
moon and star
ice
dew sparks
that vanish
in gold of
compassion
fountain of colors
wheel of precision
changing
earth gown
to fit
the season
recolored by
heart
capricious motion
spun by
words of emotions
what's spring joy
of colors and songs
to a heart
weighted down
by sorrow
or winter
dark ice
to hot love fire
burning the judge
of the eye
sun color fountain
can brighten the day
God's Word enkindles
the heart
with everlasting fire
of life's joy
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-A March 2025 Posted-3/3/25
The world is somehow a pomegranate
Every individual of us in it is the seeds
Having stayed similar to juicy tastes
Holding together long yawning for grace
Dreaming to germinate in the spring breeze
And to grow up and stand tall in the soil
Blooming virtually and quietly in the Sun-rays
And to appeal the amethyst for your please
Oh, lord! You'd be proud of thee for all
For so many myths, you leave there to face
And so many choices given alike in blind dates
A vine in winter…
stripped of its leafy clothes
shivers in forlorn silence
as it sways and scrapes at the colorless sky.
She walks alone…
in a barren, winter field
hoping to find a way past her tears
stinging tears, of loss and sadness
burdening and weighing her down.
A sudden choking chill of frost…
descends upon the vine
frozen fingers cling mercilessly
threatening to break it
from its brittle, hardened spine.
She looks up at the hazy sky…
the obscure, distant sun still shines
and a quiet hope begins to germinate
as her desperation dissipates.
A shoot sprouts anew on the vine…
…her revival has begun.
Sitting alone, iPad in hand,
to pen a poem on demand,
attempting to translate bliss beats,
the rapture refrain that repeats,
feeling within joy germinate,
we write because we cannot wait,
for once symbols in rhythm are belled,
with our creative tempests quelled,
what’s imbibed in form is ingrained
by both head and heart, entertained,
by merging feeling with thinking,
as pure awareness unblinking,
even though none but us may know,
the way nectar in us does flow,
birthing ethereal cool heat,
in which we’re bliss drenched head to feet.
IN LIFE’S GARDEN
(A Tanka)
Germinate healing…
Plowing labors of love,
Cultivating peace–
Be a gardener of grace;
Pruning away painful buds:-
KUJICHAGULIA
(Kwanza Thought For Today)
Ebony beauty,
Ebonic seeds of God's fruit;
Let's germinate life:-
In this life's garden,
Let us sow seeds of self-worth;
Reaping in oneness:-
The Harvest is great;
Likewise, let we reapers be;
Great in our onement:-
I was once a Romeo
In gallant quest of romantic love.
For sake of which I wandered far afield,
Past mills and quarries, foundries and farms
Where good folk tend their business
And useful things get done.
As spring gave way to winter,
I found the climate daunting,
With freeze and thaw displacing by upheaval
My belief in happily ever after.
My confirmations became suspicioned,
And my satisfaction curiosified.
My ratifications were soon dutifully amended
And my achievements ambitioned
To a more sensible view of reality.
Having suffered hard time in the punishment block,
Where one’s thoughts then tend
To either stagnate or germinate,
I arrived at this one eternal paradox:
Only fools dare ever fall in love,
While only love can save the foolish from themselves.
What I want is not relationship
What I want is a concept
A concept is like a seed
You look at it every day
When you pass it
Once a seed is planted
It will germinate and bloom.
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