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Dancing minds
feed singing bodies
Dancing healthy bodies
breed singing wealthy minds.
Messianic minds find transcendent faith
in wealthy blue-sky synergy
when bodies anticipate immanent
red-blooded warm hope
for sacred EarthTribe's healthiest
green co-passionate integrity.
Whether we feel we must perfectly invest
in cooperative crown-chakra minds
invoking co-pleasuring
organic
root-chakra bodies
Or think we must imperfectly divest
of uncompetitively degenerating bodies
provoking dispassionately fading minds
Is an unnatural win/lose
root body shaming
crown mind blaming
hellish bare survival invoice
for mind v body
dualistic vice
Leaving a still small peak experiential crack
enlightening a healthier political voice
and neuro-sensexual
root-systemic dancing choice
inviting wealthy spiritual
resiliently natural
rejoice
In panentheistic
bodhisattva dancing
liberally circling bodies
empowering soulful singing
monotheistic minds
conservatively enhancing
health-enlightened transparency,
compassionately pleasured vulnerability
of co-messianic win/win minds
trying our cooperatively co-invested best
to thrive
in a win/lose embodied State
of traumatic will to barely survive
economic binging bodies
and political purging minds.
Believing is possible only by grace
Interior helps the Eternal Holy Spirit
It is no less true that believing is an authentically human act
Trusting in Eternal God and cleaving to the truths he has revealed
Are contrary neither to human freedom onor to human reason
Even in human relations it is not contrary to our dignity to believe
What other persons tell us about themselves
Their intentions or to trust their promises
For example
When a man and a woman marry
To share a communion of life with one another
If this is so
Still less is it contrary to our dignity
To yield by faith the full submission of
Intellect and will to Eternal God who reveals
To share a communion with him
1252015
No more waiting for a cue,
I step into the spotlight, the script unwritten but mine, the hero of my own unfolding story.
The plot twists are mine to navigate, the victories mine to celebrate. When doubt knocks, I answer with courage; when fear whispers, I roar with resolve. My story is vibrant, raw, and relentlessly mine.
So watch me rise, watch me write, watch me live fully—because this is my tale, told boldly and beautifully, every step a declaration: I am the main character of my life.
I hold the pen; I craft the narrative that defines who I am.
I make is a verse in my poem, every step a line in my script. The plot twists? I write them
This story is mine to own—no extras, no understudies. I speak loud, act bold, and live with purpose because being the main character means walking forward with courage, carving my path with confidence.
I am more than just a player in life’s theater—I am the author, director, and hero all at once. This is my story, and I’m ready to live it fiercely, unapologetically, and authentically.
The Smart, Bold Bride Who Doesn’t Ask for Permission
Society has a long list of expectations for a bride.
She should be soft, silent, adjustable, and “proper.”
She should behave a certain way, dress a certain way, and live her life within invisible boundaries drawn by others.
But times have changed.
And so has the bride.
Today’s bride can be smart, bold, and fiercely independent. She knows who she is and what she wants. She is not scared of judgment, whispers, or raised eyebrows. She understands that marriage does not mean the end of freedom—it is simply a new chapter of life.
She may smoke when her mind feels heavy.
She may drink passionately while celebrating her victories.
Not because she is careless—but because she owns her choices.
Her habits do not define her character.
Her confidence does.
She respects traditions but refuses to be chained by them. She values family, love, and commitment, yet she does not lose herself to please society. She believes that being a good partner does not require sacrificing individuality.
This bride does not ask for approval.
She does not apologize for being real.
She does not pretend to fit into a mold that was never made for her.
She is educated, emotionally aware, and mentally strong. She understands boundaries, consent, equality, and self-worth. She knows that a woman can be graceful and rebellious, loving and bold, soft and powerful—at the same time.
Let society talk.
Let labels fly.
Because a smart, bold bride knows one truth:
Living authentically is far more important than living acceptably.
She is not here to impress the world.
She is here to live—fully, freely, and fearlessly.
Two Taurus husbands
intending to nurture shared truths
of Win/Win
organic mind/bodies
engaging Earth's interdependent communion
To discover our conflicting
and often unshared
half-baked thoughts
intentions
anticipations
in articulate and marvelously punctuated language,
rhythm,
lexicon of meta-confluent function
and integrally warm
co-gravitating flow
like butta'
To uncover,
recover,
rediscover
our therapeutic seeds
and traumatic weeds,
cooperative hopes
and conflicting transracial despairs,
repeatedly,
co-passionately,
authentically,
resonantly
and, at last, co-arising
Yummy regenerative treats,
communication strings of ecstatic recreation,
spectral sights
and savory sounds
and bouncy muscular rebounds
of potential co-redemption
Healing,
anticipating rom-com therapeutic curiosity,
resiliently co-engaging discovery
re-connecting beloved EarthTribe communities
re-developing health-wealthy outcomes
Slowly replacing
traumatic stress disorders,
binging on hate crime dramas,
and RightWing atrocities
against sacred EarthMothers
and green innocence
While wintering and withering
deep seated desperation
in life's last retiring
isolated
lonely recliner.
I’ve always been and always will be, just me
Always trying my best, to live authentically
I’ve been known for facing truth and facts
Sometimes a burden to carry, for life it impacts
Often attacked by those who don’t want to see things
I can be out casted for what my information brings
Yes, in what seems a long life, it has been a theme
But, is everything always exactly what it may seem?
I live and learn, trying to do my best to care
But, I’m just me, sometimes like a bird caught in a snare
Set by those in places, who choose only one way
I release myself free, picking up pieces to a broken day
I am just me, trying to find a free way to dance
In a world of restrictions, where I make my stance
I can survive, heal, and surely I can always grow
But there is one thing for certain, that I know
I am just me today and forward, my soul will not change
In this flow of days lately, full of things to rearrange
I am just me day to day, as I have been from the start
So, I may scream in silence or cry upon dry ground,
But, I will keep speaking truth and share what I’ve found
Some may listen or others may slam the door
But my words will keep flowing, as my voice reaches the shore
Heidi Sands
10/21/21
As we sit and type and stare at our screens.
At times we wonder what all of this means?
With our mouse we roam through poems like a maze.
Looking for something worthy of our praise.
We write of our hopes and tell of our woes,
Most of the time, not knowing where it goes.
We wait for the views and comments to see.
We try to share thoughts authentically.
Friendships begin with people we don’t know.
Some will flourish and continue to grow.
We freely give hugs and our blessings too,
And even sent soup mail to just a few.
Why is it on screen we can be so bold?
Telling our secrets that we’ve never told.
Why do we share the deep thoughts on our minds?
Others can see in through our opened blinds.
We have things to say and feel that we must.
So, we open our hearts to friends we trust.
To Poetry Soup friends, my family,
I have found the place where I’m meant to be.
WHAT I LOVE-WHAT I HATE
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PART I
love fiery sunsets bleeding amber and rose--
mountains, valleys, seas, and heaven softly meet
above horizon, molten coin dips and glows
world wades into warm, slumber--gentle and sweet.
you stood beside me, your hand embracing mine
daylight bled, transforming into liquid wine
clouds caught fire, gradually turned to ash—
dusk descended—our silence spoke what words can't match
&&&&&&&
PART II
chaos erodes the labyrinth of my mind,
a fierce ravenous beast that gnaws at the planned.
I hate its claws—untamed, malicious, unkind—
destroying the flawless blueprints in my hand.
I crave the calm, tranquil hum of ordered grace,
a steady rhythm amidst earth's frantic pace,
calculated steps, the path both clear and known,
cadence deeply set, authentically grown.
when Jabez was born
for his mom, it was a difficult birth
so she gave his a name which means
to make sorrowful here on earth
he was born in pain
but prayed to become an honorable man
he jump started his life
so with God's blessings he could righteously stand
just don't get it twisted
there will be some pain in life
be in circumstantial, opportunistic
or simply coming from strife
now in order to be honorable
and live life authentically
you can't let your pain define you
nor control your destiny
so will you fall prey to dysfunctional
habits and attitudes?
will you let your pain cause you
to dismiss Jesus' Beatitudes?
or will you come to comprehend
that in the midst of your pain
God is at work
giving you the ability to sustain
as life isn't about happiness
its about spiritual transformation
its about letting God work in you
with a divine application
so jump start your life
and allow your pain to be made known
now able to redefine your trauma
and step out of hurtful zones
jump start your blessings
by redirecting your pain
no longer holding onto hurt
now elevated to a higher plane
jump starting Jabez
by abolishing sorrow and stress
walking in the spirit
now righteous and blessed
yes, life will be difficult
and yes there will be pain
just don't let it define you
nor give you insurmountable strain
jump starting Jabez
by allowing God to increase
its matters not what you've gone through
but the hurt you now release
Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful
Bet you're jealous ~ ha
Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams
Six weeks later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver strands
I'm going to give you some cracks
Bet you won't like that
Walking away mumbling how people are talking to her but their eyes upon her head
Days later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is the meaning of this
Each day I'm seeing more glitters spreading
I'm plucking them out but they seems to keep surfacing
"Sighing" knowing full well
She'll never beat this medallic battle
Weeks later...
Mirror mirror on the wall
I've come to realize these silver strands are the enhancing highlights of my life
For every silver strand had its own enchanting story
So color me away
They say she's too young to go silvering
Maybe they're right
Today...
Mirror mirror on the wall
Keep calm
And go authentically silverlicious
My hair
My beauty
My silver strands
Smile
Akkina R Downing
1-5-18