Long Appreciating Poems
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Riding on the train
Trying to make it to my destination
Getting on board with different people
Feel like a replacement,
Each stop gives you a sense of direction
If you miss yours,its a hint of rejection
Its a blessing
You get there on time
You may not have a seat
But you.dont look behind
For your not blind
Or you clearly dont want to see
That you could be next to someone who are going through misery
They feel as if life couldnt get any more tears to be set free
Is it me, the only one who notices,
Have we honestly lost all our focuses
All we have left is hope and its
Seem like its slowly fading
Somedays awaiting
People on the train asking for help
We never reach.out a hand because we stuck on self
Id rather.have wealth in my heart than in my mind
Id rather make make someone smile anytime
Talking talking in the spirit
Helping being a change i can feel it
Crowds and crowds of people getting off and getting on
Carrying loads of heavy luggage
God youve made,them strong
Youve given them strength
Their lifes not so drinched
The strong are able to survive
they start appreciating you and praising u
For granting them a,gift of staying,alive
People so lost in their,eyes
Tired of trying to make away
The,passengers go up and down
The bounds so freely
To clear their minds
Know that its fine
Remember those asking for help
Whether its a prayer or some change
What would jesus have done
In his fathers name
He wouldnt complain
He would help
Turn frowns upside down
Help you climb those steps
Help you up the elevator
Hes here for us now or even later He will never leave our side
And ive had a great experience of the,train ride
By: Concetta Hardnett
Some people pay homage to God
by flipping a few coins to a beggar
so that they can like themselves again.
And continue to substitute fantasy for reality
subjugating the masses
oblivious to their hypocrisy.
But you see others for their uniqueness
thereby appreciating your own.
And you feel devastated
by the inhumanity you witness.
Suffering the hopelessness
of wanting to make a difference.
Faith reveals a glimpse of your soul
as fate measures your heart's reaction
to life's sad realities.
Compassion can cut cleanly
through the wounds we wear as mementos,
but we will need to bleed out
to understand we are all vulnerable
and imperfect.
Life can be depressing
and at times some shoulder more
than their rightful share of sadness.
But when you light a spark of hope in the eyes of a child
despite the odds,
isn't that worth fighting for?
(Free Verse)
01/25/2020
Happy 57th birthday Mama
As a little girl
I used to be jealous of all the kids you adored and loved
Why?
Because I just wanted you to be mine alone
Of course I knew you loved me more
But I just wanted to be the only girl in your heart
I was a selfish hungry little girl...
A grown woman I am now
Totally maturing and understanding your lifestyle
And ever you the same
Never turned a child away from your home or anyone else
You are what a mother should be with a kind loving heart
Your sweet smile alone is my joy
I know some people took advantage of your kindness
But you hardly noticed nor cared
You just keep on giving and sharing your love
Mama, thank you for inspiring me
And setting an example of how to be a caring woman
Today you turn 57 and your family is celebrating you happily
Appreciating and sharing the gift of your life
You are our home
Our everything
And my one true best friend in the World
May the good Lord continue to bless you with many more happy and healthy birthdays to come
I love you with every beat of my heart Mama
Happy 57th birthday Mama!
Smile
Akkina R Downing
11-15-17
deep and late into the hem of night
my thoughts question uncertainties,
perhaps my heart does not believe in life
anymore, and deem men as anti-heroes;
so i lock the door of my tactile pores,
yet i speak of men in my accepted duality
somehow, honoring the smell of their laughter,
and their taste of affection with anger
to sketch their contours with my skin
on white linen between ceiling and lamp;
that when i open my eyes to look at their faces,
i see the whole universe.
then to recall how gazing through a skyline
the moon reflects tints of past flames and strangers,
as peak of moments’ rapture explodes
slicing the darkness ...changing whimpers to wonder...
that all i could say is “ thank you”,
appreciating my imperfectly perfect world...
i recall filling a basin of warmth for them
when streams of giving chains me
in the under –toe of hunger’s ebbs and tides,
embracing the divine wonder in their beings.
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* if we perceive a man or woman from a perspective
of seeing his/ her inner beauty despite some flaws, wouldn't
it be a wonderful place to be?
*inspired by Louis Armstrong’ “ what a wonderful world”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCp3K3XUhvU
Frank H's I Recall Contest
by nette onclaud
Rain came down last night
With it rolled the thunder and flashed the lightning
Now the air is so clean, crisp, and cool
Crickets abound singing praises
While the rooster's strength is renewed
Birds chirp with loving calls, for God has met their needs
The earth sparkles with beauty from the cleansing bath
Breezes gently carry appreciating tunes around
Bamboo wind chimes gently give their hollow sound
Calling, calming, relaxing;
Breeze gently strokes my face
Securing my relaxation
For my attitude determines the musical tone of my home
Totally cloudy this morn but could clear
Responsibilities pull me away but I can't go just yet
Need to stay on the porch for a while and commune with God
Drifting along on tranquil opportunities
Embellished within the nicest ingenuities
Animating all your stanzas and verses
Giving meaning to them with so much purpose
Never holding back your promises of more
While you add creative imagination galore
Exploring your lines amongst their transition
Acknowledging their intent being my mission
Intuitive cartographic portrayed expression
Removing all of the unwanted indiscretion
Appreciating each of our distinct differences
Regardless of consequences or significance
Influenced characteristics written in script
Gliding along your mind’s many swells and dips
Returning the potential to a clear lucidity
Gracefully floating on your unwavering fluidity
Riding upon your flow of subtle illustrations
Conspicuous gallantry with trusted fixation
Emotions I feel when experiencing your words
While listen to your pieces that you record
Leaves me forever lost in your articulation
Evoking my soul, giving my undying adoration
I'm not against left-brain
right-wing dominance
so much as I am for
right-brain
left-wing prominently appreciating
depreciating left-brain
right-wing dominant economics
and political disempowerment
of Earth's vital climate health,
collectively and individually,
globally and locally,
exponentially and intimately
transparent and vulnerable
communal relationship.
I'm certainly not against optimizing resilient health.
And, I am also for optimizing resonant integral beauty
with feeling multicultural trust,
cooperative win/win beauty standards for choice making
familiar with both/and co-passioning solidarity
replacing relentless stress
out-lining/in-lining a full spectrum of resilient health awareness.
I am not against global thinkingism
and self-satisfaction;
But I am also for local acting,
reflecting,
communing,
win/win prioritizing,
discussion and dialogue
with intent to cooperatively implement
health-wealth journeys
bicamerally informed
by resiliently resonant truth/beauty changes
into commonly-held wisdom economies,
beauty ecologies,
healthy integrity.
I am not against pathological
absence of rational solidarity;
I am for healthy purpose,
wealthy meaning,
communion experience,
local planning and implementing
global compassion.
I'm not against civilian civility;
But I'm much more impassioned
inspired by a global through local society
of polycultural wealth through health solidarity.
July 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 1-4
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 1:13 And I gave my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all things that are done under heaven: this sore travail hath God given to the sons of man to be exercised therewith.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO SEARCH OUT HIS WISDOM
Praise be to God for enabling us to search out His wisdom that:
Drives us toward His approval
Directs us along His affirmation
Defends us against apprehending anxieties
Deters us from anchoring upon awful affairs
Delights us in appreciating His awesomeness midst our adoration
Ecclesiastes 2:26 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us what is good that is never a:
Vanity along spiritual endeavor
Vexation in the salvation toward eternity
Void, but satisfying with security so everlasting
Venture of selfishness that is springing from egotism
Vagueness, but a vision valued by the Scriptures earnestly
Ecclesiastes 3:14 Praise be to the Saviour for
doing perfectly best forever by His:
Purpose, propelled along perfection-pursuit
Plan, prompted toward productivity-performance
Provisions, packed with His peace in our prayerfulness
Prudence, prodded through His precepts prevailing persistently
Power, pushed to propel our posture for principled progressive prosperity
Ecclesiastes 4:9 Praise be to the Almighty for
rewarding our labour:
Governed by His grace
Geared through His goodness
Guided by His good goal gladly
Guarded against guiltiness and grief
Gripped with His greatness for His glory. Amen!
July 23, 2024
Probation sounds too probing,
kinda dirty
and/or messy,
probably says we didn't work out,
Then reset
try again
with closer
and more sobering supervision.
We all live within win/win shadows
of non-reprobation
non-violence
non-dominant ambiguous supremacies
Probation
precedes Integration
needing wants to work-out
together,
like hypotheses
and conclusions
Reset win/lose competitions
toward win/win cooperative
re-beginnings
Try again
evaluating wider
warmer
happier
more inclusive
polycultural health
and safer resilience
within heated community
and eco-justice brilliance
social
and political
green feminist implications
Of recognizing
appreciating
celebrating
what all creatures want,
regardless of age
nation
tribe
gender
culture
Need to feel spiritually mentally healthy
and physically safe,
To have an eco-political mastery of voice
contributing to cooperative social agency
Connecting
and reconnecting/re-ligioning
re-communing
with other win/win-intentions
non-violently communicating tensions
on our better days,
and probably micro-aggressively miscommunicating
on our lesser co-invest
in good-humored retention
more retributive
snarky days
When our edibles
render us
nearly inaudible
while on loser probation,
not feeling Earth's promise
of sacred integrity for all
Where right-brain appositions
reconsider left-brain defiant oppositions
in dialectical-fractal mindfulness probations
both hypothetical
and regenerative
hope-filled bicameral
bilateral
bipartisan
binomial integrations.
(Verse)
Kurt will live forevermore, along with all of our existing songs
Songwriter for a disillusioned old-world generation, is not gone
On the day he left the world, he left me, and nothing else to do
I turn off the radio, our songs now are unbearable to listen to
Life goes on knowing one of these days the heart shall stop
This “very dark period” will come to an end, as shall tremulous teardrops
A determination, a resolution, till then I’m going to live like it’s the last,
appreciating everyday regardless of the hurt of songs from our past
(Chorus)
Shut down I am, the dreams get louder in my head
It's me that's gone, is it much easier for you now, being dead?
Music I once loved I can’t bear to hear,
I journey wounded thru glass in tears
You took you out, for me no light has shone
I can’t bear the darkness, can’t quite make it alone
(Refrain)
It’s times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you learn to love again… (From the Foo Fighter song)
(Bridge)
What was then my loss I found a way back in solace of music
I played every instrument, I wrote, liberating my grief in lyric
I had to learn to live again, love again, without my friend
With the formation of Foo Fighters, my grieving came to an end
Though it was when my own daughters fell for Nirvana’s work
That healing words comforted them, conciliating the suicide of Kurt
(Refrain)
It’s times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you learn to love again… (From the Foo Fighter song)