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When in the course of human events, issues, and circumstances,
one comes in touch with words that fit the reality of the situation;
and when we do, such words are assigned to the individual to explain
to us and our loved ones what ails us and what recourse or remedy
should be employed and pursued.
For the present theme, two words, one of which is a non-word,
come to mind. The non-word was quickly set aside when I learned
that it was indeed, not a word. The non-word was 'Apartmentalization'
which only came to mind because it 'sounded' the part. Next came
another word, 'Departmentalization', because it also had the feel
and the harmony, but was not the theme under consideration.
It was simply an exercise, not in futility, but in comparitalization;
Oops, did I just create another non-word? Let's just table that
figment of my imagination.
The elongated word and theme before us is the seven-syllable word,
COMPARTMENTALIZATION. As a noun, it is the act or process of dividing
something into separate and isolated categories, sections, areas, or
compartments. As such, I found it most interesting and useful in the field
of psychology. Dictionary. Com describes it this way: Psychology. the process
of mentally separating or setting aside one’s incompatible or negative emotions, beliefs, or behaviors: Coping with trauma entails psychological defenses—such as denial or emotional compartmentalization—that are inherently isolating. Wow! There is absolutely nothing figmental about this word.
This, in my view, best demonstrates the theme. It best defines both what I have observed in others and what I have personally experienced in my own life. Indeed, it is one of those 'survival mechanisms' that God has instilled in the human psyche. And whether it's halftime, timeout, or 7th-inning stretches, we learn to move ahead when we learn to 'label it' for a 're-visit' and 'set it aside', or to 'table it'. I can't imagine pants without pockets or a car without
a glove compartment. COMPARTMENTALIZATION. Don't leave home without it.
she quoted the interstellar star
Mainio Gleasa from the film
" don't say I love you"
spoke Black Vulcan, the
White Shere is set to arrive
at 21:15.
Yeah back to the movie
we planned to have a
party for Zan and Jayna, it
was their 34 birthday party
we had stars and people they knew to come
from places all over the galaxy.
we were at the Ballroom
at the Sittyaffa Six space center.
When them damn fools came in Fussin!
Damn zan said, $@tch you'd be nothing without me!
and jayna told him, I will tell Superman
why those malo breifo's were in the storage compartment
on the Supercraft. Don't make me ignorant!
I asked them, what were they talking about, they aint say nothing.
Then, Zan said" you know I love him:
why did you have to want a kiss from the man I love!"
why Jayna, why?
I said smack the fool and dress the b$t@h in leather
ya'll aint sharing no man round here!
that jayna she something else, she like
stirring up the pot.
Getting that damn fool Zan mad
once Black Mantis almost got him, until hawk man showed up
and fly that damn fool off
to a place so he could cool off.
she like pushing his buttons.
C arrier covered chronic cancer called **************
O ver wide oral and contact dread spreading across the globe,
R ammed earth from Wuhan made a weakling of all pride
O bscurity greeted science and researchers scampers for safety
N o to movements, except essential, ALL confined to compartment & solitude,
A poplexy, keeps men off the the routines as economy of nation tumbles
V irus made quick casualties as atheist and skeptics rethink their theory.
I ntensive care units now Emergency situations & humans feared one another
R azzle dazzle attraction & religious assemblages save one, retires.
U niversal measures dictated and defined by Mask, hygiene and separation.
“S ocial distancing” the strangest word never heard of in the the etymology of words.
I think it’s time I write
Write you OUT
Of the coming pages of my life
Oh…you linger
On every page
that's ever been
Keeping the plot a disguise
Unexpected events
My heart's demise
Slowly but surely
being written
By your unseen hand
I reread chapters
You were in my yesterday
You haunt my today
I don’t want you in my tomorrow
Not when you only bring me pain
No
I’m going to write you out
Cause I couldn’t write off
The debt of pain
I STILL OWE
To your oh so exacting heart...
I can't write it off
and so...
I’ll do the next best thing
I'll write you OUT
Out of the next scintillating sizzling sexy sentence
Out of the next dreamy dreamscape
Out of the next contentment compartment
Out of the next feminine fruition fantasy
For you've written only fragments
Sentence fragments of the greater picture me
Oh my!
Oh me!
I’m going to write you OUT
Of MY book
Of rememberance
The book of ME
Oh, it could have been
The best seller of your LIFE
But now you'll never know
Cause the coming pages are clean
for some beautiful soul
Some expert author
With the plot of pleasure
Bursting from his heart
Onto me
I'll LET HIM
Scribble his lines
Those glorious curves and dots
all over my body and mind
all over me...
Yes....spill his passion inked words
ALL....OVER....ME!!
And him..
HIM
I'm going to write IN
Oh...so deep and gloriously...IN
The book of ME
Eileen Manassian
Like an ever-glowing sunrise ascending over the horizon,
God puts great people in our lives to serve His purpose.
I have been the recipient of such gifts from God for many
years. They have enriched my life and assisted me in living
out God's plan for my life.
Some years ago, I walked into a room filled with people.
Among those seated was a man some 15 years my senior
whom I have known for over 30 years.
On that occasion, I captured a special moment and stored
it deep in a special compartment in my heart. It remains
there and shall never depart. When this dear friend of mine
saw me walking in, our eyes met as I heard him say, "There's
Curtis". Those words meant the world to me. Not only did I hear
those words, but I read his heart from which those words sprang.
This man and his wife have never ceased to encourage and
support me. Indeed, he has always been a God send to me.
His name is Bill, and he turns 90 tomorrow. I am more
than thrilled to say, Happy Birthday, Bill.
091124PS
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After a failed attempt at a long lasting relationship. I decided to find someone who I understood. When it comes to objections and goals, people often lack sincerity when discussing such. People laugh at your goals and often tell your goals and hopes to other people. Often to people who can afford to do the things you wish to do." It's like finding a secret compartment full of treasure. Gossiping and devaluing a relationship can lead to helping other make better decisions.When people use other people's goals to straighten out their own lives, they are often engaging in a mix of social learning, goal mirroring, or, in more negative cases, manipulation and codependency. People do this for a few key reasons, and the dynamic can either be healthy or highly toxic depending on the intent.---Goal mirroring generally refers to understanding or mimicking the intended objective or end result of an action, rather than perfectly copying the physical movements themselves---------------------"His name was stumbled into memerance due to her mentioning it."--
-------------------------------------While asserting personal boundaries and expecting basic community respect is healthy, an inflated sense of being "owed" often stems from emotional immaturity, a lack of self-awareness, or cultural conditioning-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"I owe her nothing as she is seen now as vile!" Written by: Epicurus Citium--------------------
The big black engine snorting,
Driven by the power of steam
The whistle blowing to trail
Far behind it’s muted scream,
Forging through the night.
I’m safe and warm inside
Enjoying every single second
Of that comfortable ride
A sense of isolation
A feeling of escape
As we steam on through
A dark blurred landscape.
In that intimate compartment
Almost like being in a cocoon
Half awake half dreaming until
Journey’s end all too soon.
Nothing quite as luxurious as
A long night journey by train,
Reality slowly returning to
A reluctantly waking brain.
Back out into a real world
Of noise cold and light
Waiting friends at the barrier
Coming slowly into sight.
The big black engine crouching
At the platform’s very end.
Whispering a steamy goodbye
Almost like a parting from a friend.
The last train to my destination
Sparsely crowded, seats unoccupied here and there
Its weariness is palpable, even the lights are blinking
A group of commuters remain huddled together
After the day’s hard work they prefer nodding upon each others’ shoulder
The train runs sleepily, now and again lights from outside
Flash upon the saint-like faces of the people inside
The train gradually slows down, presently it’s a stop
The platform receives some home bound bodies, someone
Jumps into the compartment carrying a group of young girls
They are perhaps returning from their school fest
They have revelled much, played and sang and danced
So rightfully they are tired, momentary rings on their mobiles
Are responded to, and then silence again
One of them suddenly opens up her eyes
The obscene nudge in her breast can not be mistaken
Can she protest? Would she…
Her meek eyes show helplessness
The lustful hand strikes again… she sobs…
All of a sudden a slap on the face of the rascal
Reverberates through the compartment, a woman in tattered clothes
Raises her finger to him, she’s one of them who go to the town
To earn their daily bread
Next halt, the girls get down
The blinking back light of the train disappears, leaving a trail of dust
It was my first journey by train all alone. When dropped at the station by my cousin, I saw a huge crowd waiting at the station. Like a drop in the ocean, I quickly merged with the crowd, and patiently waited for the arrival of the train.
Soon came the grating voice of the loudspeaker, “The Rajadhani Express from Delhi to Trivandrum scheduled to leave the station by 9 pm would be late by one hour’!
I went cold at the thought of another long wait in the sweltering heat of a summer night. Amid an undulating mass and deafening holler and roar, it would be hell tied there for one more hour.
The cry of babies fell in my ears like the squeal of piglets. Youngsters busied themselves on their cell phones, sending missives to their loved ones or chatting with their pals. I sat away secluded, inhaling the soot and the dust, and looking vacantly at the curl of smoke from the grumpy looking man’s cigar sitting opposite to me lazily. When his red falcon eyes fell on me, I withdrew more into cover, regretting once more, being a woman! Drawing a deep desperate breath, I thought of the risks of travelling alone by a night train, and it made my guts contract.
Finally, when the train came hurtling, elbowing my way through the mass of men, I got into the compartment somehow, and found myself, among total strangers. Shoving my suitcase between legs of people, and pushing it under the seat, I sat near the window. All my former fears resurfaced with ugly pincers. Being late, all readied themselves to sleep. Though I lay down with my eyes closed, I couldn’t wink an eye, every little sound and movement, sending chills down my spine. It was the most nightmarish night I can ever think of!
the sky, inky black
moon veiled by stygian clouds~
ants of panic creep.
Boosted immunity is an aim for us all
Like most, I have a rattling compartment
Where selection of supplements offer
Ongoing trip, ship of health embarked
My eight year old angel of exuberance
Sidles beside me for her citrus share
When she hears vitamin bottles tinkling
Chasing crisp vitamin C's sparkling flair
Sherbert fizz raphsody rests on her palm
Envelope of appreciation wraps me neatly
" There's lots of of Vitamin L for you," impromptu joke
" Vitamin Love" instant grin returns sweetly
10th August 2020
Submitted in: Any Form, Any Theme 20
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