Every tribe, a savior
That's why we have
Different religion
Every person, a choice
That's why everyone
Has who they endowed.
Every time or season
Someone is risen
Base on some reasons
To liberate his or her people
So they don't live in bondages
Suffering from past ancestral mistakes.
If you don't wake up
You'll always initiate
Break ups
Because some misunderstanding
Are made to make up
Without discord
Unless you're not fully involved.
Get involved in a project
And the hours just slip away.
Before you know it, dusk arrives
To zipper up the day.
No matter what you work on,
Using implements or brains,
The progress that you make depends
On how the time restrains.
With luck, you get to finish
Or make good on your intent,
‘Til you look outside and wonder
Where exactly this day went.
The caterpillar never prayed—
it coiled around the bark,
turned aside the whimpers of wings a-flutter,
and created a moat of silence.
Promises? It made none—
to itself or to the universe.
Transformation was not a melody or a plea,
just the still rebellion of survival.
As the chrysalis cracked open,
it wasn’t a triumph. It bore no grace.
It was escape—raw, fierce,
and unapologetically its own.
Nothing can be further from the truth
Just look at religion which provides proof
This is a truth we need to scream from the rooftop:
People only label themselves blessed when money is involved!
“What does it profit a man if he gains the entire world but loses his soul”
Don’t be fooled
Money is needed
But the cemetery holds none of it!
Enjoy your life
In the end, it is all vanity!
Let humanity know that you are not
Only blessed when you have money!
Here today, gone tomorrow
Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord
You cannot afford to be too prideful
Don’t be fooled
Money is needed
But the cemetery holds none of it!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
each artist is working in their own world
they share a studio, but none are aware of others
they are in a self-involved warp of coziness
one with their canvas, paints calling to them
each one in a bubble of self-indulgence,
distracted by nothing, comfortable in their cocoon of art
In laughter's sweet embrace, innocence blooms,
Where hearts dance freely, dispelling all glooms.
Within life's tapestry, a thread so pure,
A child's spirit, forever to endure.
With eyes wide open, they explore the new,
Curiosity sparking dreams anew.
Their laughter echoes, like a song of glee,
A reminder of the joy that sets us free.
In tender hugs and smiles, love finds its way,
A child's presence, a beacon each day.
They teach us lessons, unbeknownst to them,
Of empathy, forgiveness, love's precious gem.
Through their eyes, the world is bathed in wonder,
Each moment cherished, no cause to ponder.
With innocence as armor, they face the storm,
Their resilience guiding us to transform.
Their dreams ignite the spark of boundless hope,
As they weave tales with imagination's scope.
In their embrace, our spirits are revived,
Their purity of heart, forever prized.
Though time may pass, and age may dim our sight,
A child's essence keeps our inner flame alight.
For in their presence, we're forever enthralled,
As their joyous spirit calls us to be enthralled.
This piece of debate is a type of sin
Bound to prick the True Christian like a pin.
One may a dozen times arguments win:
All a Big Trash for his waiting dustbin.
But from someone like me a toothy grin
And sure request for a half glass of gin.
God with Christ had created the First Man
But had Satan sinned then to face a ban?
Planning Ahab's death had hatched God's meeting,
The Lying Spirit's proposal God's Greeting;
So smart an idea no second sitting:
A Syrian arrow king's chest hitting...
Sometimes, God's pleasure to men delegate
For tasks He could all behind relegate,
So that one acts not the surrogate
Or to self false honors arrogate.
So, was Satan part of First Creation
Or tired had gone for recreation?
To be "involved" can sound a little sly;
"Complicated" some one says and rolls his eye!
But I protest and politely ask
That "involved" be returned unto its proper task.
Involved is care
to be aware.
Look, listen is perceive,
receive, immerse in some one/thing
other than the self...
Not just the facts, Ma'am!
Involved is feel,
like care, only more like real;
not just wash the idea
in some other kind,
but drink! Inhale with your diaphragm!
Involved is hard.
If knife to you to me is knife,
must I also die?
Or knife and not-knife
both are true and
I be I and also you...
Involved is life!
Alone, alone is guard. Experience!
Broaden means across a space between
Two wheels in one track
is ahead/behind.
Don't sweat the clear, uncluttered
mind. It's still okay to keep
the I and You in We.
Making friends can be hard,
Living without them can be even harder.
She spoke surly
knowing both sides of the story
my side had been spoken for me
I did not look good or sporting
this is why she didn’t support me
I asked her what do you know
She told me she knew it so
Knowing how the story go
Arguing the facts I’d show
I asked her why she think she know this
haven’t heard my side and not a witness
why argue every point I list
I know your presence was a miss
but she insisted she knew both sides
I’m like how when you ain’t heard mine
she’d heard my side from the other person
surprisingly I came out the worst one
I explained both sides means two versions
From both involved not just the first one
She asked why claiming that’s not true
because both tell it to win over you
You heard one side where I looked bad
believing it without asking back
Now go away you’re not involved
You’ll never hear my side be told
God the people I put up with
Go away you stupid muppet
The lonely lamp pole
Stand by the roadside
Day and night
Watching
Pedestrians too busy to look up
Drivers too involved to admire
The old lamp pole
Just like an old mother
Standing by the children's side
Watching
Too old to interfere
Too old to be helpful
And now
The children have grown up
Tall and fat
And now
They know how to fly
High and far
And will finally
Out of sight
You go to a night club, to see what you can find
but it’s the alcohol, that’s on your mind
You look for someone to love, so you bring out the charm
with what makes you merry, they’ll be in your palm
You have managed to score, by drinking all that booze
you are now a couple, but who knows if we’ll fuse
They say Rudolph is left out but it's not how it appears,
Rudolph has been at the front of that sleigh for years,
a blatent cold unwell and ill but they don't care,
so I have to ask, does that Santa Claus treat his staff fair?
Resolved To Get Involved
What I have resolved,
Is to get involved
I will grab my coat
Go out and vote
Around in circles revolved.
Isn't this how you feel sometimes?
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Today I heard the words,
“I’m not getting involved”.
Would they have said it
To somebody they had loved?
Maybe they would go that far
To show that they don’t care
Since they’re always first to protect themselves
By claiming it’s just and fair.
I would like to say to them,
“One day you may need a protector too
Whether it’s a friend or not
To come and stand by you,
And if you’re not so lucky
And you fail to defend you
Maybe it’ll be your turn, my friend,
When they come to get you”.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
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