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I am in a hypnotic TRANCELIKE state, but not a dream.
The pain went away and became a SURREAL discovery.
In these HAZY times, my heart swelled with esteem.
I was in a DREAMLIKE inspired by the natural recovery.
I tumble faint pain, staring at the ETHEREAL paradise.
A yellow dwarf in the SHADOWY flow by a focal spot.
Responsibility outlines our reality until we verbalize.
An overzealous ego caused the IMAGINARY threat.
Hallucinations versus UNREAL degrade over time.
Even though I'm stuck on my bed, afraid of the cold.
A girl using a wet, fluffy towel wiped my tears slime.
I'm so centered today that I can't let my eyes behold.
Dispose of all else, and aid will arise as required.
As I flee earth ties, my vitality and skill grow.
It makes me feel refreshed in my mind.
Spooky areas that reflect the spirits undergo.
Now I'm feeling pretty optimistic and trusting.
My life is back to being fun and lovely subdue.
The natural day is peaceful and hardly reproving
Simply, it's because I was in love with you.
Third place contest winner
Written: May 24, 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Excitement, such excitement as we entered single file
We had all been summoned
to the empty conference room
Sister Mary Grace had led the way to switch the lights
All at once, we saw what was to be a big surprise
Centered in the room, a film projector standing tall
Sister Genevieve sat down to helm the old machine
A welcome interlude to break the boredom of the day
We learned the 5th grade class was sent to see
“The Red Balloon”
We quickly stirred to take our seats,
hushed by mortal fear
when we realized who was just about to speak
Sister Ann Marie, Head Mother, cautioned our high spirits
taking her seat as the lights were dimmed again
As our makeshift cinema began to entertain,
enthralled were we to join in the adventures on display
For those who know. “The Red Balloon” and
understand its charm, it’s easy to see why this day
remains so clear
For those who’ve not yet had the chance,
it’s still a lovely film
Full of love and life and even just a touch of magic,
it captivates
In disbelief the battle was lost,
what chicanery ,or spells were used,
The Tyrant with a smug smile, declared what he would now do,
Slavery and possible death now has raised head,
Fear not my people who survive this onslaught,
though weary and down summon the strength,
look to the oceans ,forests and plains,
there to gather and become as one tribe,
Shout to the oceans requesting help,
from the peoples of the seas with weapons keen,
they will rise like wraiths shadow like mist,
raising their shields and shaking fists,
Come to our aid and set us free,
Shout to the tall trees as they reach high,
bringing down the stormy skies,
washing away the enemies schemes,
Come to our aid and set us free.
Shout to the mountains rugged and strong,
never changing through endless time ,
sending snowy avalanches screaming down,
taking away sorrows and frowns.
Shout to the beings of light that shine,
make gain our land to be yours and mine,
sending avengers of spiritual mien,
expose the dark for what it is,
shallow and self-centered full of lies,
blow away the clouds clear the skies,
Come to our aid and set us free.
Each word supported the other
there individual effords supported
the structural placing of this
Invisible concept.
When words were papered,
It read like a rambling of
Untamed words.
This venture was uncharted
I wanted to give these men
Fictious names to create
A way to describe what my
More ND saw your them doing
There work was hard and tediuos
In what they spoke I was confused
But one quote by "They Mein" caused
Me to stop and think .
Looking around I found myself in the way
So I left.
In the kitchen they spoke there
Language and did there work
One overseeing the other so
There labors would appeaze
Those who were to be dining.
The meal. Of the day was
Hericuim Erinaaceus and
Cajun oreilles de porc with
Mango and cayeene
He sauteed
3 cups of shredded cabbage
1 cup of onion
1 cup of green pepper
1/2 cup of carrots
1 cup of diced apples
In 3/4. Cups of olive oil
When the cabbage begun
To wilt he added
5 cups of sliced pigears (cooked)
The sauce comprised of
2 cups of tomato paste
4 Tablespoons of strawberry basil crown royal
1/4 cup of vinager
1/4 cup of fishstock
1/4 cup of lemon juice
1/4 cup of of honey
1 cup of pureed mango
4 T spoons of cayeene
The festival is centered around
The praises of the solar pump
Which moves water from
Wells, springs, ditches, and ponds.
The submersible motor drives
The pump to push water against
Gravity to the surface.
A bad acter might lose his concern
But he paints the picture
He includes facts to support his
Involvment and speaks to the value
Of his concerns. It helps to reduce
the risks, and keeps him focused
to his objectives. If you doubt my
Sincerity, might I mention you would
Have what you needed, if I wanted
you to have it. Beg me like you begged
your fiancee to marry you, let me tire
of your peasent like ways!
It's difficult to imagine
a liberal hearing "capitalism"
where a conservative fears too progressively individualistic
ego-investments in "liberalism,"
It may be difficult to imagine
too liberal with win/lose secular commodification
of fragmented life,
choosing majority rule democratic process compromises,
sacrifices of disorganized rabblish losers
rather than a salvific species
of liberally lavish empathic lovers,
Played as if we were win/lose tokens
in an epic Monotony Game,
each autonomously hoping to be reborn
into privileged status,
to wear the final egocentric crown
before all the less fortunate losers wander off
in cynical despair
of ever winning life's final multi-regeneration
love lottery.
It's difficult to imagine
a too liberal Both/And RightBrain
patiently suffering,
tolerating,
sometimes recklessly codepending on
a too conservative Either/Or LeftBrain
monoculturing
capital-hoarding economist,
a strictly utilitarian
technocratic
patriarchal
bureaucratic monopolist
monotheist,
sleepy and unfeeling narcissistic monotonist.
It's difficult to imagine
a LeftBrain
dominated only with win/win compassion
to restore global Earth-centered justice
and multiculturing peace
as a more appropriate response
to climates of bicameral partisanship,
inside Left with Right hemispheres
as outside West with East,
conserving both transcendent sainthood
and not losing incarnate soul,
Playing nice together
to Win liberally compassionate multicultural empowerment
and Win sacred conservation of health-wealth economies
evangelical
natural-spiritual therapeutic
ego/eco-governance.
It's difficult to imagine
living fully without original primal
double-binding
not-not ZeroSum nurturing memory
of EarthMother's wombed Paradise,
spoken through listening voices
of transubstantiating DNA instructions
for personal through global resilient 4D regeneration.
It's difficult to remember
when LeftBrain natural spring health
also meant RightBrain spiritual autumn wealth
of economic-ecologos
listening-speaking empowering co-passion.
things were different than before
my sudden out burst I'd yet to explain
I noticed small things like
a butterflies cocoon my sense's
were a bit altered as the smell
of a dandelion sent me soaring again
things were a bit different I suppose
my laughter seemed out of style
like an old pair of slacks from the seventies
a quiet calm aroused my suspicious mind
centered around trust issues
things were a bit different than before
I found myself in the middle of a closet
reading old letters from Apo addresses
clutching dog tags field jackets
and twisted boot straps while a celebration
seemed to be carried from the back yard
the sound of great cheer I held on to
a stainless steel tear one I couldn't ignore
that things were a bit different than before
*Fiction, inspired by a photo
The old man sat on the bench,
Holding only his coat and cup of water in his hand
He had given away everything he has
Now, he only has his voice to give and his arms for a hug
Wise words for the fools, who think they know everything
But do not even see what is right in front of them
Or the self-centered rich people who stomp on this creation
Without noticing a flower or budding tree
Where would they be without the sun?
The shade in the heat or not a single day of rain?
This man who is likely judged in his raggedy clothes,
Watches the world in dismay, as evil floods the country land
While powerful people control those who are blind
No-one walking by would know if he could give one more thing,
It would be his life, if it could wash away this evil
Save the people who love and restore everlasting joy
Like the joy he saw in the faces of everyone he gave to before
He looked down at the flower in the grass, next to the bench
Instead he spoke to the flower and said, I know you understand
Heidi Sands
10/13/21
We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we’re kissing the Earth with our feet.
At home we walk to the ocean…at our cabin mountain paths we take
our walks of late to our delight have centered around a lake.
We walk early as the sun is rising…before the summer day gets hotter
It’s also the only time we get to watch the fog dance across the water.
As the sun peeks over the mountains signaling the day’s about to begin
Her sunlight widens like a smile and the lake reflects her grin.
Water spiders dash in and out of the fog…perhaps eating…or just having fun
Every fitful movement they make…highlighted by the sun.
A family of deer sees us coming…they also like to rise at dawn.
The mothers eyes us cautiously as she devotedly protects her fawn.
When she is confident we mean no harm…we see her trepidation decrease.
Her family goes back to eating and she let us pass in peace.
We see spots of yellow quickly moving and wonder…
is the sun playing tricks on our eyes
until we realize it’s not the sun but a family of goldfinches flitting by.
We stop and listen to their singing….from their nests in the trees they've made
and we feel privileged to hear a rare treat…a goldfinch serenade.
In another tree just up ahead a squirrel…enjoying the view
We wonder is he watching us…or did he stop to listen too?
Much of our walk is done in silence…because in silence it is clear
all the wonders we can see…so any wonders we can hear…
Around the lake we see our house…another wonderful morning walk complete
It’s amazing how much beauty we see when we kiss the Earth with our feet.
This is a new year, remember? I’m unshakeable,
I want to live harder but somehow sleep more.
I want to be successful and reinforce my self-image.
I’d like to rely less on my sharp edges and accentuate my softness.
I don’t want to dwell on America’s chaos - the crazy to crazier pipeline.
But, oh, geez, it must be Monday..
Trump accused Ukraine of starting the war, but my alarm was going off and I missed it.
Trump threatened US allies for opposing his takeover of Greenland, while I brushed my teeth.
He said, “the US shouldn't have 2026 midterm elections,” while I was in the shower.
He said since he didn’t win a Nobel Prize, he wouldn’t prioritize peace, while I had croissants.
He swore ‘reckoning and retribution’ after ICE agents shot a woman, while I was on the metro.
After an unplanned CAT scan, Trump said he was ‘sharper than ever’- while I was walking to school.
He called Democrats a ‘criminal organization’, for pointing to his Epstein ties; but I was having coffee.
He said the Reiners were murdered because they didn’t like him, but I was in anatomy class.
Trump claimed the U.S. would "run" Venezuela, while I was in an auditorium lecture.
Trump cited his Trump Golf Club wins as proof of his health, while I was in analyses-lab
He accused his own bureau of "rigging" job data to undermine him, while I was in practical-lab.
Trump linked Tylenol use to autism and revived false vaccine-autism ties - while I had pizza.
In a singular moment of clarity, Trump told his critics to "rot in hell," I missed it, I was studying.
He labeled reports of rising costs, and job losses a “Democratic hoax," but I was still studying.
A Ford employee shouted an Epstein question, Trump replied “ you” and flipped him off.
The employee was fired, of course, a citizen can’t go ruffling Trump like that, with free speech - I missed it, I was back on the metro.
I don’t miss constant exposure to the Trump circus - he’s just wearing you people down.
After three more dumpster-fire years of Trump - what’ll be left over there?
Good luck America, I love you.
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A song for this:
Excuse Me Mister by Gale Garnett
Red rubber ball by The Cyrkle
Fun, Old (edited for time) TikTok fail - showing "Why I don't do TikToks" =]
using a GoPro with a 'follow me' pin - the video jiggles, wildly loses focus and I'm not centered!
daweb.us/bg/silly.dance.mp4
Ripe, fresh, new and tender are names she should bear.
I am 17, she’s 16, both alone and innocent
in a partially illuminated room.
She possesses while seated,
expanding hips, lines of fleshy diversions,
small dark shadows and shades of secrecy- what a bodily landscape!
Crossed and well catered thighs, partly covered by a mini
the fatal bullets of lust are triggered by this tempting feminine shape.
Pumping emotions, just flowing like rolls of textiles
so lengthy that it cannot be measured by any tape.
Changing sitting position causes a flash of her underwear,
stimulating powerful focus like a longing ape.
And rapid chemistry-change from the signals of my sight,
produces great salivation already tasting like grape.
The heat of the moment fights morality and ego
with a telegram in the mind centered on rape.
But my reputation has already gone into oblivion
so what’s left of my honour, I’ll not scrape.