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Premium Member Endless

“To that Infinite, limitless, endless, eternal, everlasting, boundless, bottomless, unbroken Spirit I bow in adoration forever.” - From the depth of my heart.

"Infinite" is the universe you've created,
Marvelously designed planets, the Milky way;
Each atom minutely, meticulously weighed,
All moving in an "unbroken" heavenly sway...

"Everlasting" is your mercies O, my Master!
Each creature benignly you show motherly care;
Being the sheep of your benevolent pasture,
I live in joys "endless" and feel no any scare...

"Bottomless" is your well of love that overflows,
Quenching the spiritual thirst of each creature;
In "Boundless" ways your loving mercies stand so close,
To those who make your paths their real adventure...

No one knows your "eternal" plans; they are revealed,
Like petals of flowers timely skillfully peeled;
By your "limitless" graces universe is healed,
Only to dwell with you, Lord, may my death-knell pealed...



08 June 2021
Writing Prompt - Endless - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Form: Rhyme


Pope Frances

Pope Frances 

It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of 
Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins
Men in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep
except for one lifeguard, who wears a gray suit his black suit 
is still at the cleaners
The pope is heading for the big park, along the route 
There are thousands of young people, waving flags from many nations
Russian flag, Ukrainian banner, it is all here, except perhaps
the Israeli flag, I assume there are no catholic Jews.
Where the road narrows before going into the park, the jeep
slows down, a girl reaches out her arms the pope touches her 
hand
Overwhelmed, she faints.
In the park, thousands of young people the atmosphere is
elated, people being happy among a symbol of a public faith
On a stage, young women graciously, in a decorous manner 
 dance, I gather they are angels from many countries
The pope sits on a throne stool partly in away from the wind
he waves and smiles benignly to the dancers.
The Bishop of Lisbon, speaks wishing the pope welcome
he has a dreary voice, but thankfully it is a short speech
nevertheless, the people applaud
Now it is the turn of two famous female singers to sing
one sings angelically about heaven, the other sings Fado
Great applause, the bishop of Lisbon looks at his wristwatch.
Now it is the pope's turn to speak, the park is silent not 
to miss a word. Alas, it is time for my biscuit and afternoon tea.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Guarana Mo

Guarana Mo!

Most of the follow
     wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
     for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
     abominable attempt at unit

tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
     benignly, essentially,
     and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
     (playful tulles toy) warren peace,

     aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
     now dost daringly be hove
     brave reeder to comprehend
     this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
     not so great English lit,

and moost unlikely tuff hind
     posthumous fame, 
     worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
     lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
     a time pablum child),
     nor e'en garner this hare reed

     ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
     nonetheless this
     (o' whar did me bunny go),
     perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
     to join United Kingdom
     (and merrily) writ

for the underground
     to test skill at
     heart felt fabrication like me,
     thus exempting bing 
     considered, judged,
     and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,

     (sans for quick
     pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
     nope not even one molecule
     to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
     (one serving of
     coffee per capsule)

     fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
    (liquid and/or
     encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
     "FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
     which overdose nearly found me
     nearly a grateful dead – thrice

occasions, where
     circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
     with an insatiable
     craving for cheese
     laced with Guarana, 
     Paullinia cupana,

     a climbing plant
     in the maple family), 
     which bean sized seeds
     affordable at an acceptable price
     many times larger
     than puffed rice.

Man of the Year

Santa Claus, a man born for the Anniversary of Jesus our savior Babe  
Another year has passed. As we celebrate the Anniversary of Christ   
Rays of light benignly shine on a makeshift stable.  It's an Anniversary set 
Aside for the Savior of the world.  We take delight, in his Holy Anniversary. 

King of Jews, Almighty One, Abba, Advocate, we could never repay you for this  
Event.  You deserve to be honored each December heart and soul.  Its Buon 
Natale in Italy, Joyeux Noel in France, frohe Weihnachten in German.  As we   
Devote ourselves to commemorating your special day, we gather around and 
Resurrect your birth through celebration and song.   We know that you are the   
Instrumental object of our Saving Grace.  You are, "King of The World" 
Christmas is s time of year when we celebrate the Anniversary of Jesus.  
Kris Kringle can't hold a candle to you, you are Our Leading Star.   


Oct 9 2022 
Sponsor	Sara Kendrick (Happy Anniversary Sara) 
Contest Name	Anniversary
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Bicameral Rhythms

S/he awoke won but foggy morning
with a benignly felt Conjecture:

Positive Psychology
is also Political-Economic Health Projection

Cognitive truth statements (+) 
feel aesthetically beautiful,
proportional.

Theorem (-,-) as not 
not tentative soul-full Conjecture

False relational and transactional anti-reality
untenable lack of good healthy faith,
feels chaotic,
dissonant,
distorted,
discommunicatively disassociated

arhythmic,
unpatterned,
not yet information

Preformative reformation
having merely potential co-empathic
co-arising powers in some future or past 
always continuously present time
that could not possibly less well-regarded than now;
re-ligiously exforming positive reassociations.

Conjectures co-arise Theorems
as Theorems prove/disapprove
Non(0)riginating Dipolar CoBinary Conjectures

as Left languaged Brain
co-arises Right Brain's notnot balancing co-empathic feelings:
trust (+1) binary Tao-sync with (-0),
mistrust competitive (0)-sum survivalism,
active distrust of (-,-) Win/Win thrivalist 
conjectured truth-value 
cooperative therapeutic trust statements.

Empathic Trust conjoins healthy political co-arising relationships
and positive eco-normic, ecological intention 

nondual transactions
between Left Conjecture and Right-Proportioned-Patterned 
felt healthy and safe environmental 
positive deep learning contextual 
conjectural win/win systemic theorems

while
CognitiveLeft v IntuitiveRight Dissonance enjoins further confrontation,
chronic stress heading toward climatic distress
between LeftWing v RightWing UnBalancing DisConjectural UnTheorems
unable to fly together
evolving rabidly falling apart
ecocidally traumatic political-economic identity
discontented with unhealthy EarthTribe neurosystemic minds
divorcing ecosystemic bodies.

Healthy truth slow-grows trust 
or revolutionary bust
of collectively incarnated win/win
v win/lose
v lose/lose
conjecture bubbles.


Premium Member On a Child Died

My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time, 
Snatched you away from us, 
Abruptly, unpredictably... 
Time snatches away, 
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action. 
In your case too -
He gave his reason. 
His reason was very simple and sweet. 
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage. 
Toward- 
Discovering newer galaxies; 
Exploring higher horizons; 
Finding fresher pastures; 
Hovering over prettier flowers; 
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death. 
I vaguely remember your beautiful, 
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though, 
As indistinct as a dream, 
Your late loving mother, 
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more, 
Hovering over you; 
Receiving you benignly;  
Holding you in tight embrace; 
Grasping you compassionately; 
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning 
And longing and craving of, 
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying, 
You would be back soon. 
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail? 
Yet - 
Willingly or unwillingly, 
Rationally or irrationally, 
Knowingly or unknowingly - 
Why this heaviness in me? 
Why this pain? 
Why this endless ache? 
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear, 
That I would be silent and mute, 
When I meet you again? 
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you? 
Whatsoever might be the reason, 
In my speechless unconsciousness, 
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest, 
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light, 
Shine Upon Her!
Yet- 
My inner mind whispered to me 
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence- 
Before you were out of my sight- 
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!


13 January 2022

Premium Member In Our Distant Circle

Once upon time's center
grows two permaculturing farmers,
multicultural mediators
of Earth's healthy polypathic remainder,

And, surrounding them,
seven elders
and their cheer leading mascot
of disabling foolery

Arriving each spring
in his wheeled chair
to witness
and sometimes loudly prophecy,
to entertain with his win/win intentions,
studying compassionate economics
and empowering politics
and enlightening neurological communion
v dissonance.

These aged and playful snowbirds
form a Wisdom Circle
conjoined by all farmers

Committed to Earth's health care
in humble Vermont neighborhood places
spaces balancing Green Lives Matter races
into organically interdependent co-investments.

This Circle plans cooperative gardens,
MultiCulturally designing
and redesigning shared outdoor climate spaces
in and on now abandoned places
they purchase together
to divest of Green Commons neglect
and invest in a local cooperatively-held enterprise

With land and water and healthy air-based capital
where patient customers
become curious partners
contributing cash
but also labor,
beauty
and nutritional equity,
gracious investment
and/or benignly viral infestment.

This Green Wisdom Circle
plants fruit and nut trees,
vegetables EarthMothers insist they eat
and would like as much as fruit sweet
if they remain of right/left balancing mind.

They plant hemp,
and make baskets 
and yoga mats
during dispersed winters
into the retiring diaspora
season for planning futures
of health restoring EarthJustice.

Circles of weavers
and knitters
turn lambs
into shorn sheep
into yarn
into blankets
socks
sweaters
skullcaps
winter masks
with ear **** handles.

Eventually
this Circle will reincarnate Wisdom
into Fire Circles for compline meditations
and story telling
into Singing Circles
of care medication
for young through old,
for those present living now,
and here dead
and yet to arrive
within all sacred regenerating species,

Egos circling within ecosystems,
interweaving networks
of TruthSeeker Circles
sharing win/win BeautyVisions,

Communion Farming Centers
within nonviolent communication systems
for engaging nutritional health,

Sacred ZeroCore recovery Allies,
not Lone Warriors,
within Earth's fully present
compassionate
care giving as receiving
green old as new deal Circles.

Premium Member Therapeutic Tinted Thoughts

Therapeutic thoughts have feelings
of resonance and dissonance
as healing behaviors have internal beliefs
motivating
inspiring spirited resilience
and passions for love
surpassing anger,
compassion
conquering all dispassions,
positive attraction
reconnecting past negative distractions.

Feelings have internal colors
compassionate green health environments
and narcissistic snarky red hot interiors
and radiant blue light
and absorbing yellow warmth,
and many multiculturing other hues
and cries for resonant ultra-violet peace
with black and white and brown restoring justice
not so much grey-scaled punishments
for too liberally 
compassionately coloring outside 
proper eco-political WinLose lines,
social walls of propriety
against impropriety of full-scale wildly imaginative colors.

When I heard Caillou's white-speak mother
inform her son,
Red is the correct Valentine's color of love,
I knew this could not be my whole virtuous enculturing story
because red is also the color of bloody fraternity
and viciously escalating anger,

Healthy passioned red
or short-flaring diseased fear
of overpowering betrayal,
losing power to overcome
threats to green therapeutic self-portrayal,
regenerative esteem
virtuously red-blooded,

Surrounded and benignly invaded
by green nature,
yellow absorbing internal blue heedfulness,
caution,
discerning nurtured feelings
attributed by more dissonant color relationships
said and sung in virtuously harmonious major,
and viciously dissonant minor, keys,
round co-relational octaves of color 
revolving rhythmic qualities fueling flow,

Morally affluent yang prescriptions
with ethically effluent yin descriptors
of exterior green sanctuary natures
with interior red-blooded
DNA ultra-violet
communicating nonultra-violent
recycling nurture wheels 
of resiliently felt therapeutic thoughts.

The Diva

We have an image of God, being the perfect fatherly creator who sits on 
 a golden throne and smiles benignly. I know, its just an image but I think
 he's got a white beard and a red cape decked in black tassels that smell
 like incense and myrrh. 
 Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Diva I live in heaven with 
 the angels of jubilee and of course, God. 
 My passion is to make chocolate to die for (?) pun intended . 
 Surprise!" I said to God, as he sampled the last of my dark empire winning chocolate congeler. He decided it was a Holy reunion of the palette and the tongue, so he named it tadda !!!! Godiva Chocolates. 

Given that he was God, I could not refuse him this one last request .
 He told me to go to earth and collect all his dying people. One Godiva chocolate per moribund soul. One, just one he said and then he laughed. So I took the spiral staircase, clothed myself with the sun, and Zoop ! 

 When you come to the end of your journey I will unwrap one for you. 
 Inside you'll find a message, "welcome, child " 
 Since I never make two the same you will get your very own. 
The devil dances on his coals each time a soul is sweetened and 
unarmed. But I don't give a fig cuz King David had that covered, long ago. 
 I'm not just any ordinary Diva, I am God's Diva and yes my chocolate is named "Godiva" after God and I. "Devilishly good heh ?" Amen !

Jan. 4, 2019
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Where Sacred Meaning Fades

Where juicy historic purpose fades
and pre-historic
nonverbal
nonviolent sacred meaning
polyculturally creolizes
WholeOpen systemic shade
preserving future health intention

Is where we also find emergence,
consciousness of LeftHemisphere dominance
over RightHemisphere shrouded prominence
of co-relational health/wealth feelings,

Either Positive
Or Negative
and InBetween Non(Negative) 
bilateral both/and

Enthymematic co-passion cooperation
antithetically contrasted with violent anti-communication,
like NonZero potential toward quantitative fulfillment
up against Zero Sum closed static emptiness
of anthro-supremacist 
PatriarchalCapitalist 
monoculturalism against EcoFeminist 
polycultural regenerativity,
health positive proclivity

Win/Win bicameral 4Dimensional 
prime fractal moments conventional
in lightspeed revolving 
ubiquitous ergodic octave spirals
of space/time dynamic reconnecting
re-ligioning health in all

Ego/eco-systemic 
integral consciousness
benignly co-spandemic

Inside 
personal qualitative health memories
of integrity's vast resonance
with outside 
environmental quantitative wealth
of sunshine muse synergetic 
fractal cooperative resilience
passionately energetic

Where colonizing historic purpose fades
from pre-historic 
nonverbal creolization,
nonviolent sacred meanings
before dualistic desecrated voice 
reconsecrated embodied choice

To this day
polyculturally re-creolizing
within WholeOpen Systemic
ego/eco panentheistic
wealthy sacred purpose
LeftHemisphere expansive liberation
and healthy organic meaning
RightHemisphere deep-felt conservation
co-invention 

Bicamerally empowering
and enlightening 
bifocal fractal
re/pre/anti/un-conscious
creolizing re-ligious colonization,
mystery's historic re-connecting penetration.

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