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From across the room our eyes first met;
You were talking to the party’s host.
Immediately I knew I would never forget
This beauty who enticed me the most.
An arrow pierced me from cupid’s ghost.
Upon my approach, your smile encouraged me;
Yet, robbed me of my well rehearsed words.
Your sweet “Hello”, was received so strikingly;
A more beautiful song never sung by a bird.
My awkwardness must have seemed so absurd.
How ever your heart I dared make my conquest,
I assure you, I cannot comprehend.
All night I knew I had to give it my best
And until won I would never end.
I fell in love with you; then made you my friend.
I will always remember that fateful night,
As the evening my lost soul was saved.
As soon as you came into my sight,
I knew my life’s path was now paved;
And ever since, I’ve been well behaved.
I'm noticing
you're not noticing
I'm starting to look for
what you've already heard
with anticipation
overpowering my internal anxious voice
with calm
and kind compassion
When Other disharmonious human voices
speak of win/win choices
Or sing
a right-handed dance
within my balanced EarthTribal range
of listening
for sacred silent choice.
I become
my still-maturing surprise,
replacing my "Other" anxiety,
awkwardness
disappointment
About unfocused AnthroVoice insecurities
in suffering Other's compassion,
insufferable curiosity,
predative empathic touching,
yet igniting mellow multicultural waves
of resonant pastel sound,
resilient brilliant sight
And these in-between times
silent solitude sacred rests
between transparent syncopations
of impatient human sounds,
inhumane frowns
Not interacting with same room
or screen-time voices,
thoughts
verb-tainted feelings,
These soulful un-nouned bests
have, until recently,
invited anxious boredom,
apathy,
depression,
aching loneliness,
emotional apartheid,
While now
in this human sound silence
of co-redemption
I absently reach out
for deeply exploring
sounds of Simon's silence.
Negative and positive felt voices
provoking newly found choices
liberty of equanimity,
good humored curiosity about anxiety
stress
trauma triggers
Cooperatively reaching
for anticipating
future eco/ego therapy
indigenous healing
wisdom securing
conserving liberating
internal/external co-passions,
Smiles
and frowns,
ups
and downs,'
transcendent lights
and immanent powers,
remembered lives
projected loves
for capitalized risks
minimized by win/win nutritional opportunities
for nurturing silent
calm and kind
time outside/inside co-invested bliss.
My dear, I share with you a truth:
A life lesson I have lived.
Discretion is valor, a silent shield,
A strength that guards the heart revealed.
Be not the man who parrots all he hears,
Who, finding no one to tell,
Confides in the door.
He's a fool lost in words that wound and bore.
Let discretion be your strength—
Bridle your tongue with care,
Let intuition guide your ear,
Be perceptive, be aware.
God may have endowed such a man
With heavenly graces,
But the ruin of him will be
His own endless talk, so careless and vain.
To know what holds value for another
Is a burden not for faintest minds;
A sacred trust to keep,
A treasure in silence deep.
Discretion defines character—
Be the safe where secrets sleep.
Be eager to listen and to grasp,
But slow to speak.
In this wisdom, your honor will last.
Valiant are the lips that stay sealed
Even at the tempest of awkwardness.
A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps on the glass, always ready to cry
Like they`d learn again to walk,holding an invisible balloon.
With glassy eyes looking at the strange baked moon,
The large dynasty of the unemployed and ex-miners,
Ecologists and readers of Bible, embarrassed beginners
Cannot "hear at a little distance", in the brown afternoon;
But a short-sighted misanthropist, observed while acting
As a conductor of the strike`s syncopation turned in syncope:
“Even the doctor with infinite awkwardness used his stethoscope;
I think, -because, no one can communicate only through feelings”
The brown cat in the street, shining eyes round about;
All cars seem gathered in the same frozen town;
The only birch tree from the hill was cut down;
Mourning neighbors live in their permanent doubt
To protest against solitude, and so many noisy cars;
And obviously, too many accidents in the town;
“Wait on the zebra…Don`t cross Mr. Brown!”
Lonely crowds, picture of still life with cellulars…
Seasons buried the face in tired brown fountains,
Long dirty brown drifts of snow and brown sensations
Step with ugly brown clay, and let traces for generations,
Because, cyanide used to pull gold from Red Mountains;
Everybody is in such a brown hurry towards nowhere.
Halt!Mr. Brown looks for his cat; the firemen help him to sit.
The cat climbed the moon, ready in a hurry to taste it;
Winter and cat stay with claws out;silence and the brown vault.
We've all been crushed at being chosen last for a childhood game,
Feeling that our awkwardness and ineptitude were to blame.
We've all struggled to be loved and accepted by our peers.
At times feeling we don't matter is one of our greatest fears!
From the moment you "entered stage right" on this troubled earth,
The Creator considered you so significant and of priceless worth!
He delights in you, His exquisite and unique Masterpiece!
He is very fond of you - His love and care will never cease!
Etch upon your heart this phrase, "I'm accepted and significant!"
You are the apple of His eye - to Him no one is insignificant!
Even tho' He takes note of mere sparrows when they fall,
You are of much more value than a flock of sparrows, after all!
Tho' you may not be asked to dance and endure humiliation,
Perhaps 'twould be best to brook with grace your frustration.
Ever keep in mind when you feel left out and harassed,
That one day the last shall be first and the first shall be last!
When you feel meaningless and life doesn't always treat you fair,
Reach deep within your soul, call on Him and never despair.
Tho' some may try to kill the spirit, they cannot kill the soul!
Fear not, for He is ever nigh to encourage and console!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A hard earned lesson:
We’d like things to last
But we have to accept
The past is the past.
It was good to see old friends
And join in the catch up game
But even after being away a year
Their gossip was still the same.
And, then the chat seemed to fade
Because what did I have to say
About strangers they didn’t know
From a world a million miles away.
All these friends there to greet me
And it seemed rather strange
No matter how hard they tried
I was now just on the fringe.
With the older people in the village
The distance was so much more
Many had seen active service
Having served in the last war:
I served in a Europe
United and new,
They saw those things
From a very different view.
Still a child of the village,
That could never be taken away,
But from now on I’d just be
A visitor temporarily come to stay.
My leave passed pleasantly by
Maybe with a little agony and grief
And I think we all said our goodbyes
With just a shade of mutual relief.
The next time I came back
All the awkwardness had gone:
We’d all made our adjustments
Learned to let things move on.
Is it possible to love someone you don’t know?
to override the awkwardness of telling a stranger
I love you and us both walking away feeling Ok,
Uplifted, empowered because we both showered
each other with love,respect & acceptance because
You and I see the value of each other’s presence.
So, the question remains: can you love a stranger?
Is it ok to show love to a stranger? Not the touchy
Feely love I mean the admiration for another being’s
existence.
You see there are many different types of love and
each type of love requires one to have a different level
of consciousness to comprehend it, reality bend and
transcends it.
What does it mean to love a stranger?
Is loving a stranger akin to loving a
reflection of a stranger within?
Is loving a stranger the same as
loving a metaphorical twin?
Who knows,
For loving a stranger is only an idea, a concept
one can only dream of but never really put into
practice.
In today’s modern, western culture its uncommon for
one to love a stranger, danger lifestyle changer
wisdom bringer, trauma lingers damage anger.
Is it revolutionary, evolutionary to love a stranger?
maybe or maybe not. Loving a stranger or showing
a stranger love is not the norm. Loving a stranger is not
something you're taught after you're born. Loving a stranger
is something that can only take place
when the invisible veil is torn.
For, love is an innate trait that is instilled
the moment character is formed.
Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and non submissive
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust
Stage Fright
This has been a long Sunday it started off with two toasts with cheese and the glucose rose to stratospheric, insulin is needed where the heck
Is the bloody needle, mlg if you please followed by a thundering heart and unwanted anxiety, I have tried to overcome for over 60 years
In my younger days, I tried to overcome my nerves by drinking whisky as a calmer which made me annoyed with anxiety-riddled myself
My wish was and still is to be a brave person, who is able to express himself with confidence But, no deal baby, I ended up alone in a room
It is not like I don’t know what caused my total lack of confidence, our dysfunctional family was poor and I was literary farmed out
I was fourteen years old when I was set free to get a job as an errand boy in an office of nice people, who made me feel loved and wanted
Somehow, despite my nervous hands and clumsy manners, I was able to get an education, which was well-paid, in the Norwegian merchant navy
Later in life, I was in the café trade both in Britain and in Norway a business one has to be social and I had the hope to be cured of awkwardness
Finally, I sold out and went to live in Portugal where I bought a ruined house, fixed it up, and for years lived alone with a dog as companion
My dog died, and my aloneness became ghostly until I met a woman and my life changed, but my nervousness didn’t, but it didn’t bother her
I look back on my life and ask how the hell, did I managed this, with a lump of fear in my stomach nervous hands, and a lack of self-confidence
The house on the prairie is sold, and my rustic dream is over, what the hell man, stop worrying about where to live tomorrow
As I sit in my chair, I stretch and feel, without hesitation pleased with myself, a voice utters, you are a jerk, now, take Elon Musk……
You hope that university will answer all of life’s questions, but nope.
I don’t know, 1.
There was a guy who’d been hanging around outside our residence lately. Too consistently. At first, I thought he was someone’s friend but he’s always alone. He wasn’t doing anything or bothering my roommates but that asymmetry set off my alarms.
He looked at me once (which I suppose isn’t a crime), I think, it was quick - a blink of sharp curiosity. I mentioned it to Charles who took his picture. The next morning he said the guy’s a legit student who has no criminal record, so maybe I’m all wrong.
Every girl’s encountered a creep or two before. They’re seemingly everywhere, as if mandated by law, like auto insurance. Most girls develop a sixth-sense, a creep-dar. Nowadays, creeps have a new name, “incel” ("involuntary celibate") and they’re a recognised, online subculture. Next, they’ll have a coat of arms proclaiming, “We Would if We Could.” It’s as if awkwardness, a normal human foible, has been distilled into something dangerous.
Although the campus looks like a garden or a perfectly manicured ‘stepford’ park, we joke that it’s really a locked-down, patrolled, surveilled compound, with guards, cameras and card-key access to everything. Which, I suppose, is all to the good.
Our creeper wasn’t there Friday, and he wasn’t there today, so maybe he was nothing.
I don’t know, 2.
I was in Sunny’s room. We were going shopping in a few. There was a little pink book on her bed - a diary!! I’d never seen it before and it was open, about three-quarters of the way. She too-casually moved to scoop it up, like the neglected book of a sorcerer.
My *GOSSIP-dar* Alerted like a class bell. “Hmm” I humed, head-tilted, then I laughingly lunged for the book.
Sunny’s eyes went wide for 3-billionths of a second and she snapped it up with the speed of a striking cobra, “That’s MINE” she said, rigid with seriousness.
“What’s going ON?!” I asked, but she shoved it into her night table.
Another mystery!
‘Sleeping dogs,’ I thought to myself.