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Sam Swam Swooshing and Pushing Further in the Swamp...
Is it Easier to Swim in a Muddled Puddle of Murky Meanderings; Submerged and Immersed in Mental Entangled Misunderstandings? Negative Thoughts eating away going CHOMP* CHOMP* CHOMP* in this Getaway GET-FAR-AWAY in the Dive of Doom, seeing no room for CLARITY yet...
"SAM THE MAN" had a Breakthrough, he faced his demons and Freed himself too...took Responsibility, New Found Humility and Began to Demonstrate a Warmer Civility and All Along He Had The Ability To Swim Where MOST have gone Before...He Sought and Fought FOR ONCE for SAM..."So A Man Thinketh So Is HE..."SAM...I AM" is UNCLOGGED Mentally...
SAM SOARS SPECTACULARLY AS A STRONGER BEING*
"SAM" SENDS HIS SENTIMENTS IN DEMONSTRATION AND MEANING*
©Renee Denise Gross 12/9/2017#
The sun went down before mid day.
And left me just walking away.
To feel the darkness cover me.
And wonder if I'll ever see.
The light of day has a new shade.
Since that dark day that the devil made.
A momentary lapse of love.
Where angels couldn't see above.
The clouds have covered up my view.
I now feel that I have lost you.
And once again I search my soul.
To learn love's lesson's and it's toll.
Bridges to where you didn't choose.
Emotions that leave you no clues.
An end result that just went wrong.
And now it's just gone on too long.
Roads back sometimes just disappear.
When reason fills your heart with fear.
Afraid to challenge what seems sound.
When evil brakes up solid ground.
Down and out feels too familiar.
That place inside where you can't feel her.
A losers sense of common sense.
That emptiness of recompense.
Civility, now lost sanity.
Where love knows no humanity.
Is where I now must find my way.
Back to that place where I can stay.
A funny Thing Happened
By Franklin Price
3/11/2016
A funny thing happened in last night's debate,
Among the four vying for the U.S.A.'s fate.
I thought the world surely had come to an end
When they debated the issues no name calling to send.
The beginning was ominous a feeling was there,
That this debate would be serious and the fighting be fair,
Would be no name calling or comparing of hands,
But the addressing of issues to see where each of them stands.
This can't be happening, I thought in my mind.
I better stop watching or I'll go deaf, dumb and blind.
This can't be real this is not who they are.
What have they been smoking? I think not a cigar.
It kept going on, a few slips fell in line.
Compared to before they were more than just fine.
None of them chose to go off to the dump.
Wonder of wonders, not even the Trump
When the debate was all over, and closing words said.
Had to pinch on myself to see if I was dead.
What I had witnessed could surely not last.
Nasty surely returning as it was in the past.
But maybe just maybe they had seen the light.
That personal taunting was really not right.
Civility had raised its more than fine head,
Had me feeling more hopeful as I went to my bed.
Leaves chant in brown, "Thirty days hath November, too."
What is that I hear? I draw a lingering breath,
as I contemplate this year, the outwash of death.
Autumn has arrived. And I remember anew...
We grasshoppers rest, unlike the diligent ant;
chills we don't address and our breakdowns break again.
Short of sevenfold success, winter will bring pain.
My hope: that God will bless our striving, scarce and scant.
At this November's arrival, the count is bleak;
we search for humility; second, we lack truth.
Where is civility? Murder and theft reign uncouth.
For mankind's survival, selfish mayhem we wreak.
Are we connecting the dots of winter's design?
In our bent to fight, peace and patience are displaced;
whereas compassion and foresight we have disgraced,
to deliberate woolgathering we resign.
October 7, 2020
It seems that politics today invades nearly every aspect of life,
And creates forlorn misery, pitiful stress and needless strife.
We can't enjoy sporting events 'cause its even permeated the sports domain,
All across this great nation from California to the rocky shores of Maine!
Over-paid athletes kneel when the Anthem is played, which is their right,
But doesn't this dishonor the nation whose heroes died to guarantee that right?
Seems to me folks could express their grievances with a shred of respect,
Sans demeaning the flag and leaving our cities torn asunder and wrecked!
If it were in my power I'd KNEEL at the sacred grave of each hero of this nation,
And I will KNEEL in obeisance to God Almighty in my daily supplication!
And if I had it to do over, I'd again KNEEL to ask my love to be my bride!
I'll STAND when The Pledge of Allegiance is recited with beaming pride!
I'll STAND when the National Anthem is played, heart covered with my hand!
And I'll STAND and salute Old Glory anywhere it is displayed in this land!
I was honored and privileged to serve this nation in uniform for thirty years.
As I see the scorn for civility in the country today, I'm almost brought to tears.
In Battery Point, two centuries stayed
Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic
Paired attic windows see civility made
From grim past pioneering treachery awoke
Piston motion push n pull combustion
Cloudy tea cups cultivate cow cud, churn
Tangible treaties are carved, thrusting
Structure schools crops convened return
Stood in a line, life dictates we press
Our progenies - dominoes, foretell demise
Dots identify, dark remains nameless
Two sided story - twists a spritely surprise
Federation funds finds plenty plausible
Bundled under blankets, cash in chest reserve
Heritage heirloom has relic resourceful
Epic ends agony against environment of verve
18th April
Ate what our ancestors Sprinkled
Lady Liberty Cries
I could be wrong, but I’m alarmed.
"Stop those refugees at the border,
They are poisoning our society.
They are cruel and such a bother.
How dare they corrupt our civility."
It seems these thoughts are alive,
Upon the harsh political winds,
Conquering through fear and distrust,
And drowning the good in all of us.
There are tears in Lady Liberty's eyes,
As an eerie pall falls over her light,
Must that glowing freedom lamp die?
Can freedom shine on that dark night?
Do we mock the gracious words at her feet:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning
to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your
teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside
the golden door?"
Have we snuffed out that light?
Have we closed that open door?
Are we no longer compassionate,
To those who long to be free?
Are the sacrifices we must make,
Too harsh that others must lack.
Have we accumulated so much stuff?
Has sharing become repulsive?
Have we forgotten our history,
Taking land from Indigenous tribes,
Who more than most lived free,
In a land of plenty under spacious skies?
Are we the nation of the innocent,
Bearing no collective quilt or wrong?
Is the beam in our nation's eye so large,
That we can't see another's plight?
Such thoughts and actions did yesteryear,
Would have turned masses away.
So great a catastrophe would mean,
That most of us would not be here today.
Immigrant strength built this nation.
Its worth is seen from shore to shore
In the name of human respect and love,
We must maintain the light and open the door.
Immigration and hatred isn't a wise mixture,
For people who seek freedom from tyranny.
Patient wisdom by leaders is paramount,
To dry the tears in Lady Liberty's eyes.
Then again, I could be wrong or misinformed.
Others make an engaging rebuttal against
My views and beliefs, but what is the truth?
In this age of information, misinformation flows.
Yet, I see a weeping Lady at America's door.
Never seen her shed tears like this before.
Are they tears for freedom's goodbyes?
I get nervous when Lady Liberty cries!
Change the story
These words kept ringing in my ears
Change the story
That's not what people want to hear
Every morning you saturate the airwaves
with insentient and agonizing words
disdaining my intelligence
and rekindling a treacherous fire
You have gone down that road before
stirring up fear and doubt
Impeding upon history
And trespassing on my dignity.
You have eroded all civility
spilling vengeance , derision and anger
Catering to their weaknesses
And making unrealistic promises.
Change your groundless theory and
work towards unity
stand up for what you believe in
and stop this useless masquerading
You have been hammering a tale
that is so hard to bear
The chronicle keeps duplicating itself
resonating deeply in despair
The music is playing loudly
Echoing mystics in the air
Change the precarious story
and face the fight with decency.
Strange sedition moves in silence,
cloaked in artificial green,
a painted smile that hides the sting.
Some ask with twisted curiosity,
“Where are you from?”
Others slip away, eyes averted,
finding excuses to keep distance,
though your face is harmless, open.
There are those who pull back deliberately,
carving out space, quickening their steps
a quiet theater of unspoken pride.
It steals the innocence of childhood,
brings endless loss,
miscarriages of justice,
countless favors granted to others,
spiteful glances, open put-downs,
strange stares that twist what nature made.
The sun that warmed my skin
taught me to shine in my own light.
I do not envy you in your cold.
The spite comes in waves,
unprovoked jeers and insults,
at work, on the bus,
in crowded malls,
inside elevators,
in sideways looks and hesitant rejections.
even in church, the brief pause,
the subtle exclusion on sacred ground.
We see it clearly, watching in silence.
Sometimes it’s too obvious
the quiet favoritism, the “us first,”
you last, or simply erased.
The way they say “minority” or “others,”
as if the words could shrink a person,
make us less human.
I am African, not minority, not other.
We recognize these sorting games.
In civility we often let it pass,
holding onto deeper knowing.
This body is only a temporary shell,
already fading.
We are not inferior.
We are not a threat.
We are beautiful.
We observe.
We laugh at the smallness of these minds.
And when the true maker of colors
finally snaps the chains of twisted justice,
then you will understand:
we are all just travelers here.
My non-communication
and dissonant
dysfunctional miscommunication,
and occasionally aggressive
challenging win/lose dogmatic
refusal to bother with communication,
These all degeneratively punish
and unpleasantly neglect
open systemic civility
With marginalizing effects
further reinforcing
disempowered
and unenlightened
trauma-avoiding behaviors
Toxic for those most wounded
and disabled
by LeftBrain dominant
monotheistic divine omnipotence
v hedonistic human non-verbal
non-violent impotence
A non-communion corporate spirit
of LeftBrain individual is supreme
divisive worldview
harboring "gifted" classrooms
and partisan parties
and elitist societies
for StraightWhite
anthro-hierarchical evolutionary power
to suppress RightBrain
healthy multicultural Trust
wealthy with indigenous
natural/spiritual Beauty.
Resonant resilient communication
strings of thriving v merely surviving
history may invite a long operatic organic epic
but does not necessarily suppress communion
of non-verbal healthy-wealth intuitions,
does not repress
felt polysensory-neural healthcare
community
Passionate gratitude
positive attitude
inspired by sacred place
of generous natural Trust
meets secular incorporated time
to co-invest in ubiquitous spiritual Beauty
Communicating mindful thanks
humble joy
reminds me
my "disability" labels
lie uncomfortably close
to dis-enabling resonant integrity's
deepest sacred potential,
resilient love communication
in multicultural experiences
of abundant
serene win/win
resonant communion
Wide passions
of co-empathic gratitude
for each day of Truth thought
is also Beauty felt
growing in multi-sensory resonance
neuro-systemic health-is-rich-wealth
polyculturing resilient communications
Prevailing over non-communication
and dissonant
disempowering miscommunication,
and occasionally aggressive
challenging oppositionally defiant
unenlightened refusal to bother
communicating sacred
space expanding
compassionate co-passions.