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I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!
It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!
I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!
" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey,
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "
He said to (his) disciples
Therefore I tell you
Do not worry about your life and what you will eat
Or about your body and what you will wear
For life is more than food and the body more than clothing
Notice the ravens
They do not sow or reap
They have neither storehouse nor barn
Yet God feeds them
How much more important are you than birds
Can any of you by worrying add a moment to your lifespan
If even the smallest things are beyond your control
Why are you anxious about the rest
Notice how the flowers grow
They do not toil or spin
But I tell you
Not even Solomon in all his splendor Was dressed like one of them
If God so clothes the grass in the field that grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow
Will He not much more provide for you, O you of little faith
As for you
Do not seek what you are to eat and what you are to drink
And do not worry anymore
All the nations of the world seek for these things
And your Father knows that you need them
Instead
Seek his kingdom
And these other things will be given you besides
Do not be afraid any longer
Little flock, for your Father is pleased to give you the kingdom
Sell your belongings and give alms
Provide money bags for yourselves that do not wear out
An inexhaustible treasure in heaven that no thief can reach nor moth destroy
For where your treasure is
There also will your heart be [LK 12:22-34]
Stones
smooth and rounded pebbles now grown
placed strategically by wind and rain
washed clean, rough edges,
polished gloss reflections of time memorialized;
rocks
once impaled upon mountains,
long ago set free, released from earthen clay
sleek, lustrous serene entities transfixed
by historic renderings forgotten;
sand
gravel pounded down, crushed
strained by the source of life
ocean waves, waterfalls, rivers, streams
pushing, pulling, tugging along the centuries;
earth
ground silt, sedimentary deposits
renewed, refined, rebuilding,
returned to its origins
ready, anxious, eager to renew itself.
for Anthony Biaanco's contest
Stones 8/7/21
Isaiah 41:10 ~ Fear thou not, for I am with thee: be not dismayed, for I am thy God. I will strengthen thee. Yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Fear is a lonely word that haunts
The silences and solitude of defeat
Creates a sense of despondency
Feelings of madness without any amity
Anxiety breaks the heart anew each dawn
Trapping the soul in a nightmare of sorrow
Sentencing the spirit to death with dread
Filling the mind with overpowering grief
Panic traps the thoughts with despair
Torturing the emotions with phobias
Teaching that worry is something to trust
Lending concern to the most precious hope
There is One who knows the fear that defeats
And leads the heart and soul to unending peace
Beckons the spirit to see and believe the truth
That there is a God of love who gives us real hope
He sees into our anxious thoughts and brings about
Assurance that our faith has brought us out of doubt
Into a better place of peace and tranquility, serenity
Feelings that come from knowing that He is nearby
God calms the heart that fears and worries and hurts
Brings pure joy and harmony to the lonely thoughts
Creates a sense of purpose in the one who is discouraged
And captures the spirit with a love that is so honest
His love inspires the broken spirit to believe the truth
That our Heavenly Father is always there to reassure
And see us through the storms that seem to be brewing
Within those of us who share these feelings of insistent worry
With a thankful heart, I look to the source of strength
The One I pray is always there, alive and well, giving to me
True acceptance and inspiration to never give up in defeat
To lean on His loving promises with assurance, hope and faith!
Favorite Scripture Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
May 30, 2020
Are we safe??The room is still,
yet my mind keeps inventing footsteps.
?Every memory becomes evidence.?Every possibility becomes a warning.?I ask the darkness because fear always answers first.
Are we safe??My subconscious replies,?"What if they leave? What if you fail? What if tomorrow hurts more than today?"?It scatters questions like broken glass across my thoughts,?and I walk barefoot through every imagined disaster,?bleeding from wounds that have never happened.
Are we safe??I ask again, louder this time.?My reflection hesitates before looking back.?The anxious voice builds castles out of worst-case scenarios,?calling them preparation,?when all they've become are prisons with invisible walls.
Are we safe??The subconscious sighs.?"Remember the pain. Remember the disappointment. Remember every time you weren't."?It believes fear is protection.?It mistakes survival for living.?It wraps my future in yesterday's shadows.
Are we safe??I close my eyes and listen beneath the panic.?Beneath the noise... beneath the racing thoughts... beneath the trembling questions...?There is another voice—?quieter, stronger, older than fear itself.?It has waited patiently for me to hear it.
Yes We are Safe.?Because not every thought deserves my trust.?Because anxiety is loud, but truth never has to shout.?I have survived every storm my mind said would destroy me.?My breath is still here.?My heart is still beating.?That is evidence too.
Yes We are Safe.?Not because life promises certainty,?but because courage has learned how to stand beside uncertainty.?I release the weight of carrying disasters that haven't arrived.?I choose this moment.?This breath.?This heartbeat.?This life unfolding right now.
Yes We are Safe.?So I silence the alarm that no longer serves me.?I thank my subconscious for trying to protect me,?then gently remind it that we are no longer prisoners of fear.
?We are stronger than overthinking.?We are bigger than anxiety's echoes.?We are present.?We are healing.?We are free.?And together, at last...?we are safe.
Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest
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Finally, my blood began to coagulate;
I am initially concerned over poor fate,
Right away, I would lose a lot of blood.
Rich red hues wisely swing to warm tunes,
Every one of my atoms is as yours in pure gold,
When I xerox a warm lawn, I lie down and loiter.
Oh, what a tangled-up issue I had,
When I failed to tie a necessary knot,
But I need avail knotting a loop,
No one knew how to tie the exact knot I sought!
I hope my last breath is a grateful sigh
There's tightness in the core of my spine,
A knot bound with vibrant fuchsia rope,
That I've never managed to sort out.
A few nodded and hid my anxious gaze,
Some have enjoyed tightening it,
Skilled seafarers with stunning ties,
It allows a Full ship of pain and anguish.
Unrestful, between,
Dawn-to-dusk scars
Torn glimpses ooze riddles,
Flashes of a vacuum,
Thorny puzzle to soak,
To a soiled hook as hefty as my body,
Surrounded by bitter words and nails,
Untying harsh knots was never desired.
No one pulled an anger rope to set it free,
My sigh was not pulled out carelessly,
Longtime guarding in my throat,
Nobody has freed me.
The tributes keep pouring in and my heart is singing a wonderful hymn
The lines are getting longer and the passions are getting stronger
They stormed the streets in a hundred thousand throng; people of all color and creed, husbands and wives holding hands and little children marching along with flowers tied up in bundle to express their love for the diseased queen. The flower memorial is swelling on every corner and the barricades are everywhere giving a touch to the social order.
They come from Europe, the Middle East, Australia and North America. They come from Latin America and the Caribbean; they come from Asia and Africa with gold and silver to show their respect to the queen. The airports are crowed and the hotels are full, all roads lead to London, by air, by sea on land and on foot. They come from France, Germany Italy and Spain, they are all there. The crowd is getting bigger and the passion is growing deeper and my heart is singing a silent tune
The procession began at balmoral estate when the Landrover suddenly broke through the gate carrying the body of the diseased queen and her only daughter accompanying her on the long journey from Scotland to Edinburgh and Buckingham palace in London, cruising through villages and town, farming communities and breakaway cities and the anxious crowd gather in the street showing their love for the queen. The Face of love, faces of pain, somber face, faces that have nothing to gain watch the procession as it journeyed through the winding street to its final destination. I could hear the whispers and the cries and now and again she pulled out a handkerchief to dry up the falling tears.
A sea of flowers converged in the square with a powerful message from the heart. I remember the queen from the start I can see her dainty smile and I imagine sitting with her for a while having a cup of tea. Just yesterday she was with me talking about her family and I am sitting here bearing the weight of her coffin. The dignitaries are coming to town, and they will meet at West Minister to pay homage to the queen. Everyone will meet at west minister Abby to pay the final respect to the queen and so the legacy of the daffodil lives on and the story of cactus hang on the window is showing its sorrow, And the lotus is dancing in the stream.
You are always anxious that I'm incapable,
I feel you watching over my shoulder,
it makes me nervous and less able,
never changing as I've grown older.
Forcing things on me when I'm not ready,
so I'm unprepared and lack composure,
and therefore I'm somewhat unsteady,
the pressure then makes me feel unsure.
If I was left alone to do things free
without you hovering all over me,
while supervising every activity,
you wouldn't transfer worry on to me.
It has to be done your way,
or I've failed perspectively,
note I say perspectively,
as it is seen subjectively.
You explain that what doesn't need explaining,
in-depth check ups follow while my energy drains,
the obvious revisited while my brain's straining,
you must be absolutely sure I have no brains.
It eats away my enthusiasm and determination,
because the control is never mine,
I hope we can change the system and expectation,
and you show belief that I'll do just fine.
2025.08.04.
On this Monday, I was so please,
To find a piano in a new place.
Its location, opening and closing hours;
The welcome notes stand erected next to it:
"Do you know a tune? Come and play me"
Have successfully lured me,
It was a Brash and Paling black baby grand piano,
So far everything suites me to a tea.
I sat down, cleaned the keys and started playing.
Strangely, I got nervous for no apparent reasons.
I played alright but missed a key every now and then.
I felt embarrassed and started to wonder.
There was no audience in the foyer,
Nor any one I knew of in this building,
So what was all these anxious feelings.
Over a few day, more and more people filmed me,
Especially when I played
"The Moon represents my heart" and "The Love Story".
I was overwhelmed by their sincere appraisals.
I thought hard and then realised,
It was the songs I chose,
The ways I played them with passion,
As remarked by Beethoven
"To play a wrong note is insignificant
To play without passion is inexcusable".
This time, I played and took regular breaks.
The tuning was much better than all others.
The sound was loud but subtly,
It still required tuning but not desperately.
Last but not least, the long opening hours,
Enable me to come in the early evening,
And that helped freeing up
My day time to do other things.
At the end of the first evening,
Some one asked if I would be back next week,
So he could hear more of my musics,
Well, it was nice to have a date with a music's purpose.
In another day, some one offered to help me
Gaining access to the piano on Sunday.
I was quite overwhelm by the whole situations.
This new experience suited me in every sense.
From memory, it was one year ago,
I warned BB about the Lunar month of the ghost,
I planned not to see him just for that month.
But he made a decision, terminated our friendship,
Without saying goodbye, nor giving any explanation.
Well, life moves on and definitely I have moved on.
However, if it was not for BB, I would not have played piano.
Ironically, he would never heard me playing.
So they have decided,
It's come right from the top,
Governments reaction,
My benefits should stop,
They think that 2 years of grief is enough,
But no matter how hard a couples enough,
You've had a long spell of time to recharge,
And to be part of a workforce so to give it large,
To us you look normal,
Your physically fit,
No sign of a wheelchair it's time to commit,
You have no excuses,
We will give you a call,
Your stories no different,
It happens to us all,
I call you today,
After hours in fear,
Feeling so anxious,
And wiping a tear,
My nerves are all shot,
My grief is still strong,
Caring for 3 years,
And one day she's gone,
But in that 3 years,
I saw what cancer can do,
Eat you inside out,
As the tumour just grew,
Losing your dignity,
Morals and you,
Losing body functions,
What could I do,
I lost my own battle,
One I could not win from the start,
Now you say I've got through this,
You don't have a heart.