balancing the inward and outward
marrying material and spiritual as an artform
showcasing the objective and subjective
conjuring both philosophical construct and aesthetic ideal
the aspiration a way of life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
.
.
Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
spring gifts us with ideal breezes - joyous fragrant kisses of bliss
Ideal World
Ideal World. Everybody wants it. But what world is the right one for the ideal?
There are so many ideal worlds. Subjectively. All the people want their ideals
One planet, one ideal. Right. One planet and so many ideas, it doesn’t work
Ideal worlds. Everyone wants their own – the personal one. It is a selfish choice
Ideal World. Everyone needs the best future. Collectively. Proactive individuals
Proactive individuals, the creative parts of the new world, flourishing living ideals
I am weary of politics,
its plastic people
and the endless lies,
the glorification
of the outrageous antics
of the rich and famous,
the intolerance
and exclusivity preached
by most religions,
sensationalist media
who seek to deceive
and divide for the sole
purpose of ratings.
I am tired of excuses
and the way in which
honest people are exploited,
the power of big corporations
and angered by the mistreatment
of our planet. I am sick
of the promises made
by a world addicted to wealth
and the necessity to own
the latest must have gadget
and the modernist doctrine
of the primacy of the “self”.
We have lost our way
by abandoning the sacred,
the soulful connection
to the earth and what lay
beyond. My old and perhaps
naive mind imagines an ideal
where the world and life is not
configured to serve our most
unholy needs
but to those that will lift us
towards the greater good.
I want a simple life
I want to own a farm
With a lot of trees
Bearing fruits
I want to have a garden
Full of vegetables
And spicy plants
I want a poultry
For native chicken
I want a green fields
To raise goats and sheeps
I want a house near
A flowing river
I want my house
Of wooden fence
Surrounded by tropical
Flowers and hanging orchids
I want my house colored
Peach and evergreen
I want a family of my own.
Beauty is refined,
But a clean soul and open heart,
Now that's exquisite.
You're my ideal.
You're so beautiful to me.
You are so regal.
You make so much love with me.
You and I are meant to be.
I like house that's full
Of planted green vegetables
That's close to nature.
It ought to light up my being
With the color and passion
Of its crisp, browning magic
It ought to bring the sounds
Of fire crackle, warm abrasions
And unlimited clinks to hearths
Of every size and flavor
It ought to turn down the heat
Turn up the chill
And turn on the love
It ought to renew our sense
Of joy, togetherness and those
We wish could walk through the door
Just once more
It ought to gather all the lost sheep
Whether dislocated, disaffected or disowned
Into a herd, bonded with purpose
It ought to create human nature
Along the same lines as Mother Nature
Turning green with envy into
Subtle tones of peace
It ought to allow pumpkins
And turkeys and trees and menorahs
To dance the dance, and hug it out
It ought to be autumn..
(10/21/17)
The
mind's eye*
elusive
spontaneous
its
beauty
so sad it seems-
this art nouveau
dream
She will be pretty as the full moon,
She will be soft and gentle like the flowers in bloom.
She will be rich and kind,
She will have the willingness to earn her spending in mind.
She would be prudent in her shopping spree,
She would promise to wear her dresses at least twice in life time,
She would not take days to get dressed to go to a party,
She would not ask me how she looks when she is ready to go out.
She will agree to disagree with my thoughts,
She would smilingly cast away apparent differences,
She would be willing and ready to make love anytime,
She would not complain of headache at the nick of the time.
She would love me with deep affection and love,
She would find in me the best friend she ever would have.
Read I what he published;
The sound ideas relished'
"When one is the vanquished
A thing is relinquished
He's still The Distinguished;
But might feel extinguished"
But why would a writer
Self publish and lighter
Make what's not for Blighter,
Even if The Brighter...
And he tries too posters,
The printing of Rosters,
From time to time Fliers
For sincere liars...
God saw His Job as good
Not us dust like mere wood.
THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
I'm too old for him to exist
Too many years have past
He is and was my ideal man
But I did not find him
He would be loving like John
Protective like Peter
Kind as Job was found to be
Yet I didn't know him
He would be wise like Solomon
But not sliding backward
He would be as true as Enoch
Yes, I did find him
He didn't just love me
But could be trusted
He could be loved dearly
For He loved all mankind
Copyright, Kathryn Search
If I were immortal, I’d be unstoppable
My courage would be infinite
I’d nurture virtuous bravery
It would be my duty to right the wrongs I see
I’d travel clear across the world to fight injustices
I’d talk of peace but take up arms if need be
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 18, 2022 for contest IF I WERE IMMORTAL sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 2ND
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