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This latest theft, stole more than just my money,
It took my soul and left nothing to spare.
With little remains to even fight back with now,
My defeat is final; the white flag is in the air.
Any strength once known has been exhausted;
Chains of despair are left hanging to drag aside.
My new companion is known only as poverty,
Rarely sharing much to diminish the pride.
Looking inward, I seek to learn any lessons,
That could prevent this from happening again.
Although my next thought dwells on any value,
Since my recovery is so unlikely to even begin.
Could this be a lasting piece to the puzzle,
Where survival rests upon those who steal and take?
As if this culling would thin out those weakened,
Leaving those strong enough who want to stay awake.
This may be the greatest hardship that's unseen,
When those can steal what they don't even see in the heist.
So while this theft isn't pawned or even brokered,
The damage is often beyond what is normally priced.
In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
In your parched desert land
Thinking life’s unforgiving
Why not swallow your pride
Take an honest look inside
Join the land of the living
In your parched desert land
Your manufactured death valley
Kind response was so important
Yet your manner was discordant
Isolation’s blind alley
In your parched desert land
When they take the final tally
You’ll surrender the fight
Find exquisite delight
In your brokered finale
March 9, 2020
F F I series FINALE
Brian Strand, sponsor
Zerah was the twin brother of Perez whose mom and dad were Judah and Tamar. Perez was a direct ancestor of Jesus, but Zerah's name also appears in Jesus' genealogy. Zerah was not a direct ancestor of Jesus, but 'he also mattered'.
Tamar's actions are ill advised and unacceptable by standards even in her day; but she felt that she had been overlooked and forgotten. So pretending to be a prostitute, she did the unthinkable by tricking Judah her father-in-law into conceiving a child with her. In so during, she became a direct ancestor of Jesus. Though ignored and rejected, she asserted herself and convinced others that 'she also mattered'.
Rahab was a citizen of ill repute in Jericho, a city doomed for destruction. Acting upon historical information she had acquired, Rahab brokered a deal with the spies that saved her life and that of her family. She was a prostitute who later married into the Hebrew family and became a direct ancestor of Jesus. 'She also mattered'.
Ruth was a Moabite and an unlikely candidate for the Messianic linkage. She made personal choices that were of the 'outside of the box variety'. She was selfless and never realized where such choices would take her. Her life and name, her submissive and teachable spirit speak volumes. 'She also mattered', and so does every creature on the face of the earth.
12012017 PS *Matthew 1 NIV
Lover, Lover
The nighttime sings our names
Ballads of the figurative Juliet
Radios hiss hearts spilled the shadows hide naked ambition stilled
Neglected emotional hills wafts through valleys of past lives
Karmic backlogs review their closing percentages
Futures flood the floors hold the line between fate and tears
Shadow people alone in the twilight
Illuminated letters, walls woed to sleep
Dreams from the shoreline as phantom vessels waltz on the silver linings
Postures of stable footing, top of the line, kings and queens of value
Thumbs circle the knuckles, bone kisses bone, the familiar taste of home
Haunted hems lines explored in tribal pursuits
Please keep me waiting
The specter of tender frames evaporates
Morning ghosts caress the memory in travel
Neckties versus deadlines
Power brokered, breath that betrays the dream
Folded napkins
Cocktail napkin epitaphs
Check please
is love exstincted
and soiled by it haver
is love borrowed
and brokered into
a new persons having
or are lover gold brickers
who moonlight
until tired and in need of rest
than are these new positions next
by design
that the authors of these storied
mentions are acted out
in performances
to be seen by those who relate
to the drama
then when those audiences tire
of you are we then appointed to new positions to
exhaust one another
in the boredom of believing
love keeps people together
or do lovers keep each other
so that their belief in love and loving
can survive from
each day to strengthen those
tomorrows
where we'll need one another
Day's finishing gloss glimmers on horizon's purlieu
Rich orange truffles filter into milky fondue
Fiery sun's last gasps bleed through ethereal flue
With dusk's graying mantle, at steeples' crest
rendezvous
A suspended bridge; Day's beams, Night's seams to glue
A florid banner with singed neon sparks doth preview
Mercurial parade of iridescent colors blending into
vacuous milieu
A brass orchestra; undergirding pit scarlet chromium hue
Gilded conductor melding bright, dark tones into
harmonic stew
Crimson carousels, violet pinwheels hypnotizing medley
brew
Dissonant base strings darker notes on sterile
perimeter queue
Swarming silver waves blight the panoramic view
Dusk's murky yield; brokered shadows accrue
To Twilight's annual, scintillating pageant; bids adieu
purlieu- an outlying area; periphery of a zone,
environment
No, there was nothing routine about a baby sparrow sitting helpless in a parking lane.
Perhaps a rushing and less observing person would have run over the little lonely bird; But I will always believe that I was on assignment from God to save the life of a sparrow. The little birdie was in a very dangerous spot, and I immediately proceeded to rescue him.
After I picked him up, I wondered to myself regarding the whereabouts of his mother and/or other loved ones. Moreover, at this point I did not have a clue about what I would do with or for him. I then looked upwards, lifted my arms, and released the sparrow to the opened sky. The birdie flapped his little wings and away he went.
The sight of those flapping wings is forever fixated in my mind, and that moment is among the proudest of my life. No, I had not made a major contribution to heal the ills of the world, or found a cure for cancer, nor brokered a path to peace in the Middle East; But I had made all the difference in the life of a sparrow. There’s no moment that could have made me happier.
From my encounter with a sparrow on a sunny afternoon, I learned a most valuable lesson. The differences that we make are not measured by us, but rather by the receiver.
In a very real way, the sparrow was abandoned and left alone in a very dangerous place to fend for himself. If he needed food, I had none. If he needed water to cool his thirst, I had none. I soon realized that I had nothing of value to offer the little sparrow. That is, until I discovered that what the little birdie really needed was something I did have, and could give him. He never needed me to teach him to fly, because he was born to fly. I simply gave him a “lift”, and that was what he needed more than anything else. My happiness stems from being able to give some kind of “Lift” to our world.
04182015 PS Contest, Happiness of Life, by Nayda Ivette Negron
Finally after twenty two plus
years of marriage,
a husband (namely yours truly -
hitherto known as Matthew Scott Harris)
exhibits glint of care and concern
toward his significant other,
which wife bemoaned
absent expressions of love
particularly before the
honeymoon even occurred.
I readily admit shying away
from emotional intimacy,
especially toward the gal
whose pledge I trothed
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six,
(fifteen days hence)
yet even formative years (mine)
scant overtures displayed toward
me father, mother, plus
older and younger sister
(neither non twisted).
A strong suspicion predominates
neurological, psychological,
and social perturbations
commingled while said christened goodfella
developed in utero, whereat genetic quarks
sparked, manifested, and engendered
unforeseen grievous hardship
severely, inexplicably, and figuratively
dislocated, truncated, and uprooted
his promising, (albeit
short lived) blissful boyhood,
which happy go lucky preschool years
abruptly analogously came to crashing halt
soon after setting foot into first grade.
Impossible mission
to tease out telltale explanation(s)
only thru courtesy 20/20 hindsight
can hypothesis be formulated
regarding congenital
chromosomal cellular discrepancy
birthing what appeared a healthy baby
though prone to wailing
without rhyme nor reason,
especially if held
by any person except mother.
At a tender age behavioral blitzkrieg
rent asunder tenuous connections
shattering nascent aggregation
to allow, enable, and provide
healthy interpersonal development
unbeknownst what molecular processes
kickstarted, pronounced, triggered...
wayward son to recoil against humanity
(think how like magnetic poles
repel each other).
Most all mein kampf
scant communication brokered
never establishing linkedin bonds,
nor fostering emotional intimacy
despite witnessing overt caring
among parents who begat me
or siblings, who exuded
natural propensity to comfort each other.
Something so primal as to elicit
heartfelt sympathy I lacked
which aloofness generated offensiveness
essentially buttressed (with flying colors)
hermetically sealed existence (mine)
nsync livingsocial within alien nation.
it goes to their level of
professionalism
beyond being physically superior
it goes to the wisdom of ones management
"conflictio Resilutio:grappiious Contendia"
he spoke candidly.
we rank from one to ten all
active competitors from
one to ten beneath
the World Champion
a contender stands in line
behind the champion
contracts cement the opportunities.
Stars with greater drawing
power, are usually stars
who compete more actively.
They have more to rate then
new comers and start-ups.
a certain amount of wins
a certain amount of defeats
longevity and
it's who you have defeated
often defeating someone who has
a long line of wins
takes play into contention.
a champion who defends his title
over a lengthy duration: but
has a lot of DQ's , Countout victories, Draws
or forfeits, or unable to continue clauses
in the line of defence will upset the
way the promoters view him or her.
Meaning, if the champion is seen a certain way
by the audience
promoters can use gimmicky type matches
to draw conclusion to
a championship reign.
Managers can use their clout to
to promote a protege.
His or her's affords in certain matches
can play into effect
For example
a world renowned manager
bought his new acquisition into a territory
he had been owed favor's and he
fired his staff
and wrestlers in his stable
he gather new men
and begged and brokered
to get championship opportunities
for his new guy's.
I sought knowledge
I acquired wealth
I raised a family
I met my spiritual obligations
and paid my social dues,
Is this all there’s to life?
Say O Lord, it ain’t so!
I broke no hearts
I brokered no dubious deals
I was faithful to my vows
and lived within my means;
Is this all there’s to life?
Say O Lord, it ain’t so!
I dabbled in all forms of art
and savored classical music,
Jazz, Rap and Rock n ’Roll
I immersed myself in the
world of literature,
I traveled to all the
shores of the earth;
Is this all there’s to life?
Say O Lord, it ain’t so.
I dove deep into the
murky depth of envy,
I wallowed in the
muck of self-pity,
I have flown high
on the wings of love
and descended into the
pits of hatred and jealousy;
Methinks there ain’t much else
If life can be summed up merely--
A tear here and a smile there,
A fall here and a rise there,
A melody here and a grunt there,
A sin here and a pardon there,
A peace here and a conflict there,
A life here and a death there...
I pray, O Lord…say it ain’t so!
~02/23/17
~Your Best poem
in the last year contest by Silent One