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In our life’s there is one certainty
something we do every single day
every one does this in every land
part of being human made of clay
We can try so much to combat it
but we still make that mistake
there’s not just one kind but many
so making it so hard to break
Mistakes are there for our profit
so to learn real lessons of life
a mighty head teacher making us
overcome much of life’s strife
Ask the question of your teacher
so his answer will be your benefit
making your life so much better
so these mistakes make you super fit
Learning is such good fun
especially it stops any error
put them behind your back
you’ll be in front with no terror!
What is going on?
My mom has the answers to all our childhood
Plights.
I want to know
Just how
You see through walls?
When did your hearing get so keen?
Where do I look to find the extra set of eyes that
Are suppose to be in the back of your head?
There's nothing abnormal about her in any of
The books I've read.
Yet, there seems to be a gap
An energy that has been tapped
If you know what I mean.
To me my mom is special with these extra
Powers. I think even with out them my mom
Would still be in on it all.
One thing is perfectly clear my mom has plenty
Of in sight.
I do hope this information gets passed on
Before she is gone.
I ask the question is she alien or mom?
Our Collaboration
When sympathy reach its limit?
Day after day we see on the TV screen
war and wanton killing, the temptation is to turn
the TV off or find a channel with funny cartoons.
How many children were killed in Yemen or
Syria becomes a political debate, the children
a statistic; and we say how people can be so cruel
as to kill children. Don`t sit too comfortable
in your easy chair, ask the question who gave them
the weaponry to make their killing…we did.
Without our complicity, there would have been
no wars to speak of, but we prefer not to know.
But we can march and hold our government
and other arms dealer to account, if we shout long enough,
we will be heard.
Do that before you sit in the comfortable chair your conscience
is clear and you have saved many children’s life
War surrounds us at every single turn
If you give into hate you’ll feel hells burn
It feels better to have peace to have peace than to fight
Will we ever see a dawn from this dark worlds night
Is this the message that we want to send
Lets close our eyes and play pretend
Put our hands up towards the sky
Open our hearts and ask the question why
Lets search for love in every stitch and seem
Lets drift away and truly dream
Do you want to inflict pain and agony
Or live righteous and have your spirit free
Are you only mighty with a gun and sword in hand
Shake in friendship and you will have everyone at your command
Is this the message that we want to send
Lets close our eyes and play pretend
Put our hands up towards the sky
Open our hearts and ask the question why
Lets search for love in every stitch and seem
Lets drift away and truly dream
Will you attack a person for who they really are
What comfort does it give you to leave and everlasting scar
All this violence for power and money to spend
You can explain it all to God at your life’s final end
Is this the message that we want to send
Lets close our eyes and play pretend
Put our hands up towards the sky
Open our hearts and ask the question why
Lets search for love in every stitch and seem
Lets drift away and truly dream
It’s always the same.
I always get here, to this place of being.
Quiet and confused by simple complexity.
Do you feel A or do you feel B?
Probably if you ask the question it’s both.
Eco would say it’s based on the rules society gives,
Kristeva would argue it’s based on what society holds back,
Beauvoir would say you have to consistently give it meaning and Camus would say it’s only the means you give it that has weight.
Marvin the paranoid robot would say your evolved mushrooms that get caught up on wanting meaning and many others will continually argue their own points.
It’s all so arbitrary said Saussure and Pierce said it goes deeper into the intersubjective.
I get tired of trying to juggle the theory but I like the funny moments as they hold me in a better mood. Deb Dana said it’s our nervous system and others say it’s parasites. I am the egg man, I’m a walrus. Hear me roar..
Grandmother October Tree went bowling
Using the most yellow-orange moon she could find.
Sure it was easy, as it was right in front of her
A harvest moon, easy to pluck from the sky
How do you do that? The younger trees queried.
G.O.T. held her secrets close to her bark.
They were not ready, and might never be.
She was alarmed by their impertinence in asking.
Seriously, one of the younger ones said, “Can you tell us?”
I will tell you, she told him but only you, if you can follow in my footsteps.
He could not figure this one out, as trees do not have footsteps.
But he did not say this, which is too bad, for it was the question
That would have unlocked the key to her wisdom.
Morale: Ask the question you want to ask.
ladies, i know men are scarce
but don't give up on men
if you fail a few times
don't give up try again
we know you maybe looking
for Cassanova or Don Juan
but if you want a faithful man
try a little less handsome
use your heart and not your eye's
and you may find a great surprise
that not all men are filled with lies
and humbleness is something wise
give your heart to wisdom
something with a plan
someone who knows how to fly
but also how to land
and when all the testing is over
and all love is proved to be true
when the preacher ask the question "Will You?"
then you can proudly say "I Do."
In those days of wearing face masks,
it makes one think what are we hiding?
even behind these plastic masks, we've a cover
not one we like to admit but it's a real thing
Honestly, our special mask is always on
make sure it shows the best image of me
this mask has different colours and sizes
we control it to show what's to see
Of freedom, we speak of falsely
for wearing any mask were not free
real freedom is to be true to self
hide from no one showing the real me
This is no easy thing to be
remain true despite the odds you face
many will hate you but be singly loyal
stand strong to show you have grace
At the end of the day no less
remember God sees your soul not the face
leave off that mask be true to self
hide no more be free to win your race
So let's ask the question before us
who are you when no one's watching?
learn to be content with ourselves
fly free as a bird no need to catch that bus
(I've written this after being moved and inspired by an article titled ' Who are you when no one's watching' by poet, writer and friend Joanna Stratford)
A wonder of wonders
you emanate light
lovesick and deranged
I'm dazed by your sight
your eyes are beguiling
your lips tantalize
my body's a'quiver
for you hypnotize
your touch is like heaven
your kiss, my demise
my melting has started
you'requick to surmise
you know you have power
you relish each sigh
moving in closer
you press against thigh
I look up and wonder
how can I withstand
when all that I feel
is your traveling hand
you breathe in my hair
and whisper desire
knowing full well
you've ignited my fire
your lips ask the question
through passionate kiss
will I acquiesse
and give in to bliss?
with each soft caress
I swoon and I sway
my body your own
as you have your way
And as you lie dreaming
I lie still, awake
I look at your face
My heart throbbing with ache
You are so celestial
You are so divine
the love that we made
defies reason and time
A wonder of wonders
you are a delight
I lie there and long
for you through the night
You wake with the morning
and reach out for me
My heart starts to flutter
Our love's meant to be
Oh, wonder of wonders
my heart and my soul
It's here in your arms
that I am made whole.
Eileen Manassian
Where is love?
I've spent all my years looking
From green hills to sandy beaches
I've looked to the Heavens
And perhaps even indulged the depths of Hell
I've pleaded and made wagers
I've even prostrated myself to God
Again and again I ask the question
Where is love?
If love could be found surely I'd have done so
By now I'd be in some delightful romantic dinner
Swapping stories about rude customers
While eating a beautifully cooked steak
We'd look into each other's eyes
And the spark would ignite a flame
Before I slept I'd not have wept wondering
Where is love?
Perhaps I'll never find love
Because I can't even love myself
An overweight 27 year old man with a lazy eye
Working part time at a grocery store
Still just figuring out what this life really is
I see no value when I look into the mirror
Years of torment from my peers
Served only to heighten disparate fears
Where is love?
I've run out of gods to beg
I've run out of bottles of beer to consume
And my poetic verse suffers
In moments like this it's just raw emotion
My hand flying all over the paper
Hoping to make sense of my feelings
Ten years of lonely nights could drive a man mad
Always wondering
Where is love?