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Carter Phipps has authored
"Evolutionaries:
Unlocking the Spiritual and Cultural Potential
of Science's Greatest Idea."
Hmmm. This is good rich brown rice,
and I want to stay nice,
cause I like his prime line
but I also like to scribble.
I thought science's greatest idea
was regenerating healthy outcomes,
with alternating slow-grow evolutions
and critical-event revolutions
emerging fertile polypaths
to further polyculturally healthy
wealth regenerations.
Evolutionary ways
toward regenerative means
and kinds balancing unkinds of nature
and DNA/RNA extensive kin.
If regenerate outcomes are evolution's medicinal purpose,
then scientists evolve emerging prescriptions
for nature's fertile unfolding of time.
And, by the way,
why "spiritual" potential of science?
and not "natural"
or is Phipps catering both together,
nondual co-arising emergence?
It was a day of near death, I did not know,
I found myself sitting, at the beginning of my own show,
I watched my whole life flash before me,
It only took seconds, to the years of my life-,
before this,
I then found myself sitting up in a hospital bed,
doctors and nurses were running all around me,
they didn't even see me in front of them,
I wondered what the excitement was all about,
They kept going behind me, a place for some reason, I was not allowed to see,
Confused to why I was here, I felt good, home was only fair, I seen my family sitting around,
they all had long faces, looking through me, like I wasn't even there,
It was then I started to make a move, home was in my view, something then took control, put me in my place, it was powerful, but good,
I was showed a glimpse, a picture, I did not understand, it soon dissapeared into thin air,
I then laid down, I awoke with the most crusading pain, the doctor then looked me in the eye, and said, it's a miracle you're still alive, you gave me a scare, I lost you twice,
It was that moment I realized, I was the one, behind the scenes, the one place I could not see, it was me they were working on the whole time.
Poet
David W Carter
Form:
It's a shame, to blame, if you're looking for fame, look elsewhere.
See you're wrong. You believe not me, but wrongfully, you believe.
I have not the wits to write the right words.
It may be a disaster in every letter, I try to make it better.
It's depressing and tiring, stressful, discouraging at the least, it pays a toll on ones soul. It brings me down, it feels like I've been kicked around. I try to stay in my calm place, but my anxiety goes through the roof
why can't I get over this bail of hay, its like taking a long road to some grove, only to find it was never real..
My efforts and hard work seemed to be, but was not for me, my family is the reason my motivation was in the right place. I still stand up right, and firm. I stand strong, no matter how wrong you may be, I'm not the one you should have your eye on, it's me keeping it right,
It's a shame to blame thee.
David W Carter
**My goal with this poem is not to divide and conquer on issues, and its not even to take sides. It is met to be about voting. It has nothing to do with what is on the ballet, my feelings, my political takes or demonizing those who don't agree with where I stand.
Today is the midterms are you voting?
Today is the midterms are you instead boating?
Do the issues of the nation have your head in a knot?
Do you simply hate politics a lot?
Do you think voting is a waste of your time?
Do you think not voting is a crime?
Did you first cast your vote in the 60’s for Kennedy?
Or maybe in the 70’s for Carter?
Maybe like me when you were in high school
Bill Clinton was the man that was cool?
Do you believe that many politicians will get canned?
Or do you think it will go as some people planned?
Today is voting day and it would be nice
If the political sides didn’t act like fire and ice.
Who is that man; Carter? calling me from the floods of the rain, Who is this man named Carter, for his problems have given me so much pain.
Carter why give me so much trouble that my life cannot refrain?
for I have given you love and honesty and you still have not did the same.
This mirror is a reflection of you, for what you have done to me. You left me in the
water.. flooding from my knees. I begged for forgiveness but you never came to my plead.
I begged and begged "O Carter" why are you doing this to me? You stepped on my heart and showed no mercy.
For Dear O' Carter this is my last cry to you. I have to simply ask; Why do you do the things you do? Now that your gone, I've regained happiness and strength on my own.
It's sad we can't be together but I guess I have to live with this forever, Without you..I'm now a happy woman in my own hands, for
Dear Carter was "my" husband.
Numbers are great bearers of truth. They expose and reveal; but do not lie.
For 56 years, the pendulum has swung both ways. Back and forth without delay, for more than 20,000 days.
Both parties' politicians have led an equal number of years Let the numbers report how long they brought joys or tears.
John F. Kennedy Dem Lyndon B. Johnson Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Richard M. Nixon Rep Gerald Ford Rep 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Jimmy Carter Dem 4 Years * * * *
Ronald Reagan Rep George H. W. Bush Rep 12 Years * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bill Clinton Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
George W. Bush Rep 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Barack Obama Dem 8 Years * * * * * * * *
Dem Totals 28 Years
Rep Totals +28 Years
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Note: For the past 56 years, the Democratic and the Republican
Parties have seated 5 presidents each.
Dem and Rep Total Years in Office 56 Years
Donald Trump Rep 0
05162017 PS Contest, Pendulum of Time And Place, Kai Michael Neumann Dem=Democratic; Rep=Republican
Inspired by Johnny Cash and June Carter. An epic love story.
She ignited the spark in my soul
By Michelle Morris
26/08/2025
She was the sun and moon and stars
She was everything I adored
And yet I felt completely too small
Unable to give her the love and life she deserved
It never dawned on me, not once
That she would embrace me as I am
She would give me love and light with grace
She would believe in the possibilities of us
Instead of faith, I took the road of fear
I landed up in the darkest abyss
Unable to claw my way out
Unable to see light anywhere
But she, oh she, yes she
She came down into hell for me
She ignited the spark in my soul
She ignited the warmth in my heart
She lit up that dark space with her brilliance
She shone her light fiercely and bravely
That love and light went on and on
And turned hell into heaven for all
She was the sun and moon and stars
She became everything to me, and more
Unlocking the gates to my prison
Setting my heart and soul free to soar
As one we embraced our future
As one, we conquered every fear
Our love healed every heartache
Our love overcame sorrows and tears
For she, oh she, yes she
She came down into hell for me
She ignited the spark in my soul
She ignited the warmth in my heart
She lit up that dark space with her brilliance
She shone her light fiercely and bravely
That love and light went on and on
And turned hell into heaven for all
© Michelle Morris, 2025
I'm inspired to be admired.
To be known as a poet,
As you should know it,
like Edgar Allan Poe, or
Robert Frost.
Poetry to me
Comes so naturally,
As if to be.
The right thing for me.
I've had a desire.
To become a poet
Since I was seven years old.
Reading Helen Steiner Rice, and
William Shakespeare.
It's been a dream for a long time.
Something I have always wanted.
Is to become a poet.
To see my words in print
To finally become a poet
As you know it,
That would be poetry to me.
Words flow through me
At any given time.
It's not something I make happen,
It just comes to me, like the air we breathe.
Words come and go, if I don't write them down
Then they become unknown.
Poetry to me is a gift,
A gift from the heavens above
Placed by the hand of God
Into people like me and you.
Poetry to me
Is something that helps to see
the release I need.
It gives me the opportunity
To create art with words.
To touch the heart of others,
That helps one another.
David W Carter
I'm uncertain about the direction.
It's hard to determine, which way I need
To go. I know who is going with me, but
It's up me to decide.
The decision must be precised.
I can't afford the roll of the dice.
It's a challenge, I can only imagine,
It's like sitting on ice. My ideas are
There, but frozen in time. Only because
I can't make up my mind.
I know what I must do, I see it,
It's directly in front of me
But I can't reach it.
It's harder than you think.
If it was easy, it would already be done.
It bothers me more than you know.
I need to be all I can be.
Sometimes I don't know if I
Can pull it off.
There are things that hold me back.
It's not easy doing what you must
When not being able to afford
The things you need.
I cry on the inside, you can't see it.
It's there, silently through the pain
I yell, praying to God for his help.
I keep hope close to me.
Try in believing that it will
Get better, that my dream
Of giving my family everything they
Need will happen.
David Wayne Carter
II.
They had a small ranch wedding,
a few friends saw him kiss his wife,
then settled into the daily routines
of a comfortable, working-ranch life.
Sepidah stopped with the waitressing,
taking up the office inside their home,
she helped to manage to business side,
while over the pastures Carter roamed.
And like every new married couple
they had their trials and their tests,
but when he watcher her sleep at night
Carter knew that he had picked the best.
A year passed by and Carter came
riding in from the round-up one day,
when he saw his beloved on the phone,
her face had gone ashen gray.
When she hung up, he turned to her,
Said,”What was that all about?”
“It was my sister, calling me in secret,
it’s my father…they’ve let him out.
“And worse still, it seems his lawyer
has brought about my greatest fear.
The bastard managed to track me down,
my father knows that I’m living here…”
Carter nodded and without a word
went into town to see Sherrif Boyce.
He explained to him the situation in full,
saying,”Violence is not our first choice.”
Boyce, he nodded, deep in thought,
then looked over to Deputy Steve,
when he looked back he shook his head,
saying,”What do you expect from me?
“This man, he served all of his time,
and was released without parole.
If I were to give you a guard right now,
I’d be a bigoted Islamophobe.”
Carter then blinked, completely stunned,
asking,”Are you friggin’ kidding me?
This man once tried to murder her,
and it’s known fact his views are extreme!”
But Boyce just shook his head and said:
“I won’t have us sued for discrimination.
If your wife is worried, get a court order,
that is my official recommendation.”
Carter snarled at the spineless worm,
his anger growing, hard to restrain,
he said,”You wouldn’t even be in that desk,
were it not for your father’s good name!
“He memory you dishonor,
That badge you do dishonor!”
CONTINUES IN PART III.