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Fifteen months ahead of me,
A steady hand I couldn't see.
When all the world was dark and cold,
You held the shelter I could hold.
Through foster doors and shifting ground,
You were the anchor that I found.
You raised me up, you stood up tall,
And kept me safe through it all.
Now high school starts, the days move fast,
I act out on the days gone past.
I give you grief, I make you sigh,
And let my attitude run high.
But suddenly the smoke gives way,
I see the debt I cannot pay.
The hidden burdens that you bear,
The quiet ways you show you care.
I see it now, the truth is clear:
You’ve been my strength through every year.
I’m sorry for the noise I make
Thank you for every step you take.
“Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find a good one, you must one hundred try.” – Claude Mermet
Friends can be found at any age and in any mind.
Some leave a deep mark, others act out behind.
They're worn like clothes for maximum comfort.
Make changes every time for maximum effort.
Similar to cutting and polishing a stone pattern.
An edge can be polished into gems for a lantern.
Putting you in touch with potential long-term friends
Dazzling like precious jewels, life on them depends.
When shared ties are expected, intimacy is real.
I've seen many care deaths, yet friends conceal.
Mates are plentiful, but cash is tight as looks fade.
Just polite farewells—true friendship is shade.
Written: February 06, 2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
All
humans
were made by
God. All have the
same roots, same body
internally.
Need for love
found in
all
All
those who
believe that
some humans are
superior to
others forget
God resides
within
all
All
those who
criticize
forget that they
are criticizing
the creator,
Almighty,
who made
All
All
humans
act out of
ignorance. They
forget all are beads
of same string We
should respect
all, help
all
All
those who
are well-read,
have knowledge of
scriptures use all free
time in finding
soul hidden
within
all
02.07.2021
Submitted to Critical Race Theory, Anthony Biaanco
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Contest winner 9th position
References from Bhagvad Gita :
BG 7.7: There is nothing higher than myself, O Arjun. Everything rests in me, as beads strung on a thread.
BG 15.7: The embodied souls in this material world are My eternal fragmental parts. But bound by material nature, they are struggling with the six senses including the mind.
BG 5.18: The truly learned, with the eyes of divine knowledge, see with equal vision a Brahmin, a cow, an elephant, a dog, and a dog-eater
References from Bible :
Corinthians 8:6
But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we by him.
Romans 12:5
So we, numerous as we are, are one body in Christ (the Messiah) and individually we are parts one of another [mutually dependent on one another
This is a story of a man & a girl.
For which the man stole the girls light & made her disappear from the world.
The girl felt alone throughout her childhood & teenage life.
It's like someone taking your heart out and leaving it to dry.
The man took his coward way out and committed suicide.
The girl was young and didn't know how to process, so she put her emotions aside.
In doing this, she almost killed herself, one lonely high school night.
She thought no one cared, call a little bit of an oversight.
Parents, I want you to be present & listen.
Some children act out but others are silent to the condition.
To feeling alone and being silenced seems to be the entire world's life mission.
If you have the title, money and a good lawyer, there is no need for conviction.
Yes, it is true you can live your life with the unsolicited darkness within.
Just don't make the abused feel like a burden or a victim or you may never see them again.
I remember the rumble
It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle
No one seemed to notice it
There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit
I remember the sound of it
It was like a earthquake that moved the entire continent of consciousness
While keeping everything in place
Our morals and ethics drifted further away
As we ran our rat race
I remember the thought of it
The pocket watch of tension winding us up
Unable to see who it is winding
People begin to shout, act out, and cut up
As if they were out of timing
I remember the feeling of it
Bit by bit we became disjointed from one another
No longer anointed, we quickly moved to strike down a brother
A sister, a mother, a child. We forever will walk that green mile
Yet somehow do it all with an Instagram smile
I remember the taste of it
Hypocritically bitter with a hint of lemon
As the clean rights of women get trampled and hidden
Plato's guardians only protect themselves
Those of the wealthy and those who will never tell
I remember the smell of it
Was that tear gas, a train crash, or just normal pollution?
We smell our bottled water before we drink it, hoping its the solution
Like paper mache plaster on this ecological disaster we call home
If we pay enough money, maybe we can live in a dome
I remember the sight of it
Now undeniable, issues too big to make just one liable
Its too big to fail, but not fair enough to be viable
Violence is common language, truth is in disrepair
Illusion tasty like candy, vying to be our next heir
Yet I remember
At first they came for them, and we said nothing
We became divided and chided the idea of one house of something
Where everyone is community, strangers and enemies too
All we have left now is fragments of the new rule
And the rumble. Can you hear it?
Nefarious faces with pale cheeks,
dulling your senses with narcotics;
and dangerously staring at others
whose clement destiny
isn't called squalid poverty,
or negligible neediness...
All can be spared by the dint of astuteness,
making amends and becoming social;
you can be an atheist or an ungodly person:
you all deserve an assuring look of compassion,
to give up your attitude of indifference,
believing in yourself and forgetting every fault...
Nefarious faces of rapists and assassins, you assail
blameless and innocent people without mercy,
and in their hurt and blood you express your atrocity;
Cain acted out of jealousy, you act out of madness
by vindicating an amatory act and a deprivation of wealth
that were never granted by an insensitive society...
Come and drink of the water of holiness,
to purify your atrocious minds and your sinful souls:
turn to the Lord Jesus who forgives anyone
who's willing to repent, and be born again;
salvation is closer than you ever thought,
it cleanses your impure hearts with merciful love...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I was a young mother of three darling little girls in the 1980’s, but thanks to TV, and a new invention called a video recorder, these are things that stand out in my mind:
Thriller by Michael Jackson, especially the music video, as none of us had ever seen a music video yet. I do believe, this man was the first to think along this line.
Tina Turner turned out Private Dancer, and What’s Love Got To Do With It? And I readily got it.
Footloose released Dancing in the Streets, and we all sang it in the car, it reduced many a baby fit.
I had a red 1980’s Mustang with T-tops, so the rest of the world got to hear my babies singing it too.
No movies in the car, but we were on our way home to watch Pretty Pony, in blue.
Christmas was awful, as women and men were pushing, slapping, and stamping each other at the mall.
All fighting over which one would adopt the yarn-haired, plain, kind of ugly Cabbage Patch doll.
The saving grace was the movie “A Christmas Story” with the kid who looked silly as a big round rabbit.
Remember “You’ll shoot your eye out?” Watching that movie has become al Christmas habit.
Leg warmers came out in the spring, and a term we had never heard called workout clothes.
Exercise guru Jane Fonda’s videos were sold for millions, making Vietnam Veterans act out in droves.
Barbie was sporting the sluttiest length dresses, glitzy jewelry, and thigh-high leather boots.
Her hair was spiked into the biggest fattest curls ever combed out by a beautician in cahoots.
The men were wearing jewelry and sometimes an earring in one ear, even Ken had one.
The Ghost Busters, Jem, Transformers, Prince, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller made the 80’s rather fun!
Written 10-14-2018 Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner Contest: Remembering the 80’s
Aging and time will not serve or wait
upon us. At conception, we are in a
sense, connected with the tunnel of
time and destiny. At birth, every part
of our physical being is invited to get
on board for the journey of purpose.
When we are called upon to act out our free
will; when our curtain of life has opened
for us to play our role, we may proceed
or choose to become immobile, neutralized.
As we journey along the trails of life,
like in Frost's poem, we come upon forks
on the roads of life. However, unlike Frost's
poem, we often stall at the very 'Y' of life.
We are reluctant to move beyond the fork.
So, we turn around instead. We fear the
unfamiliar and dare not venture to face the
unknown. Entombed in our own shadow,
we never realize the essence of our being
and the difference we could have experienced.
120122PSCtest, Journey Without Movement.
Unseeking Seeker
I stare at people and know
exactly what they're thinking;
a mind-reader who needs no gessing!
You act out your drama...
like you're starring in a soap opera,
but attention and applause
are the things you crave:
a red carpet for your dreams to glow!
I can never be Leonardo di Caprio,
not as young,handsome and kind;
I am an Aquarius, you are a Leo:
two different signs, two contradicting minds;
And I should consider myself a conqueror...
to kiss you on the main deck of the Titanic:
glancing at the midnight's stars above,
feeling the strong wind in our waving hair
as we lose ourselves in deep love...
that seemed so distant and platonic!
I am nothing out the ordinary,
a simple guy looking for the perfect girl...
living on delusion, feeding on fantasy,
trying too hard to bend your iron will;
let's stay friends,forget what could have been!
Look at the bright side: life still moves on,
so don't waste anymore of your time;
going down the road you'll see a sign
that tells you not to be in that drama,
forgetting about being as big as Madonna!
I have adapted another persona to escape the real world...
when all around me shadows cover every tree,
and spotting the crescent moon, I don't feel bored
if thoughts for a poem pop up, then it's time to write away!
Have I become a moonshiner living through dark?
Is this strange person me? Up to now, I'm still a bit jittery having
to step outside and inhale a breath of fresh air.....
I may hear wild wolves howling, owls cooing and see bats flying
from the low shrubs of the deserted park,
and being too scared I would retrieve to my lair!
Family and acquaintances have noticed the changes in me,
I seem too distracted and paying no attention to them is silly;
all I think of is of words spoken by people as they walk too fast...
and watching their gestures, they show faces serene or mad!
How long can I act out the character I have created for myself?
Am I an actor or a real person living with a sense of reality?
Is this strange person me... missing out on life and not laugh?
Condemn literature for my insanity? But would I live without fantasy?