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Weekly appointments are being made
Realizing luring bargaining chips after many trades
Hoping they will make the grade
When opposing home offices are expected to invade
What will be discussed?
Important issues a must
Flagging the busts
No holding or off sides are rules on the table
Running plays that are able
To score and win a physical debate
Reporting a result getting everything straight
Or maybe it is a business trip
Written into the corporate script
Having one or two days on the road
Waking up before the complementary continental breakfast folds
Getting on the transportation shuttle
In the briefcase the playbook rebuttal
When the whistle blows
A presentation in the field should flow
Team players working towards the goal
Completing passes when on the roll
If more points are on the board
When going out the door
This visit was a success
Leaving the host to study the mess
Competitive commitment calendar is all filled
And accounting has the money when they get billed
Upper management has approved the fall schedule release
Allowing the talent to be at peace
Putting on the proper representative attire
Sleek uniforms from those who did the hire
Now the umbrella organization can monitor the action all over the country
Expecting all the division’s meetings to make money
Take a good look at the information on the alert
And good luck to all in selling enough to earn pay dirt
When wandering through a clinical studies program,
I began a practice of writing verbatims,
capturing the essence of conversations
messages
for their therapeutic integrity.
In this frame of mind and heart,
several years ago
I wrote this verbatim
on behalf of my daughter
with oppositional defiant disorder
and cerebral palsy.
Rereading it just now,
I wonder how different
really
are her imagined thoughts from mine
and yours?
in diverse political and economic senses
speaking and listening with each other
across our less than confluent
health enlightened
and wealth care
empowering/disempowering
polarized unholistic divides:
You asked me to ask when I need help,
and to add a please and thank you,
if at all possible.
I have done that often.
You ask me to ask to hold your hand
when you can't otherwise hear me ask for help.
I am doing that right now.
I am not like you.
I wish I could be,
but I cannot.
I need you to appreciate me for who I am
more than attack me for who I am not,
and probably will never become.
My mind and body work similarly to yours,
but do not produce feelings and faith,
health and happiness,
language and love
as effectively as does your
LeftBrain verbally privileged
systemically light white trauma
capitalized wellness incorporation.
I worry.
You and yours often make me anxious,
stressed,
confronted by possibilities that I am not fully human
in your indignant eyes
and monetized mind,
perceived as not only differently abled
but inferiorly disabled.
I tend to panic.
Frequently your harsh spoken world overwhelms me.
I lose self-control when bombarded
by too much inside stimulation
from outside competition.
I want time and Earth and life and you and us
to slow peacefully down.
In these anxious situations,
if you want to help me,
then please stop,
slow down with me,
look at me,
wait until I am ready to look back.
Just give me a moment
or two
or three
or a lifetime
to catch up.
If I can trust you to do this,
I and we will be OK.
I will learn to trust that I could be OK,
and I will feel grateful,
occasionally
to live with you,
to share my life with you
as you share yours with me
and what is mine.
So not yours
to keep away from me.
So give it back
please and thank you.
The sun is shining brightly now
The clouds from the hurricane gone
Air is crisp, cool slightly moving
From the northwest where winter comes
One lone hugh hickory decorates
The wood below the house with gold
The water droplets on the grass
Glistens in the soft yellow sun
The crows and roosters seem to be
In a choral competition
For on stage spotlight in woods where
Burnt sienna contrasts pine green
The needles still linger on trees
Ginko still is green waiting change
To the yellow of fall which means
Winter is upon the whole land
The sasanqa camelia blooms
Double white blooms first profussion
In seven years, early freeze kills
Most years, blessed with quiet beauty
Life Long Learning is a must
Kick the dust off your brain
And you will never be the same
Motivate yourselves
Learn new things
Motivation is one of the driving forces
Behind human behavior
It fuels competition and sparks social connection
Its absence can lead to mental illnesses such early depression
Motivation causes you to act in a way
That gets you closer to your goals
Even though you are old
No Mole can grow
Like a motor with moving rods
When oil lubricates all parts
Beyond the place of no rest
You are still to perform you best
Yet beyond the age of many years
No tears or fears may stop your progress
Now you may get your rest
You have past the test
Walking this path.
Once populous,
Now desolate
Ambushed!
An unspeakable ambush
Now you're travailing
Just inhaling and exhaling
Breathing!
The precious breath of life
Spiritual bombs are colluded
Progression and motion momentarily occluded
Building a fortress amid blasts
Days and nights of praying and long fasts
Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked
So to the foxhole, you are forced to go
To and Fro
Head on a swivel
Countering an enemy attack
Feeble
So feeble
So, you ponder
As you wonder
"How did I get here to this fight of my life?"
So much malevolence and deep-seated strife
Big bombs of theft, lies, evil eyes, deceit, hate, competition, gaslighting, gang stalking, ghosting, defamation, gossip, and envy
Raining.....
Storming.......
Just raining down on your parade
Sleepless nights and wet pillows
A dark cloud of weariness and despondency billows
So cold, dark, and alone in this foxhole
Severe demonic attacks on the spirit and soul
Still feeble.....
Bewildered and out of sorts
So, you radio your commander for direction
All around cacophonic bombs still blasting
So much, but you're still praying and fasting
--- PAUSE (take breaths) ---
Then the commander speaks:
"Sit still, my faithful warrior. You are not alone.
Refuge and sweet fruits are here from all the humility,
patience and faith you've sewn."
"I'm bringing you rest, peace, health, strength, light,
clarity, and an abundance of a lifetime.
So remain still, my faithful warrior. This battle is mine."
Racists beat some other racists, bigots hate some other bigots
Gunman kill some other gunman, thieves deceive some other thieves
Politicians of both parties share the views that must divide them
But they hate each other madly, cause the people love this circus
And they do the show on purpose to get votes and fly away
No fanfares for the common in the search of sheer perfection
There is so much imperfection everybody can’t believe
They are multiplied one person, cloned from a forgotten sample
On the basis of resemblance they can’t tolerate all that
And they give a deadly fight to the copies of their type
Would you like to join the battle or its better just to watch them
Sitting in the comfy armchair, thinking of the cloudy sky
In the world of competition I don’t have enough ambition
I don’t want an expedition to the jungles of the lost
I’m incurious for nation, immigration and salvation
Give me less of variation, and lets finish on this note
I’m a mouse of every fable eating crumbles from a table
Drinking tea and playing rummy in the middle of the night
I’m a line in cubist painting, broken down and nearly fainting
I’ll be happy just to vanish in the damp of morning air.
Tucked away in a forest, where treetops did sway
Lived a family pondering why they felt this way,
A miracle was to happen, which was certain to heal,
And their faith to God, was a joy to reveal.
The forest was giving, they lived off the land, ,
Each member of the family, lending a hand
Dad a carpenter, crafted a variety of toys,
Mother sewed outfits for the girls and the boys.
Dad went out in the snow and spotted a tree,
He heard it whisper, please choose and take me,
A bright star shone brightly, and there it did stay,
Angels opening a pathway to the babe in the hay.
Poem Competition: A Christmas Carol Poetry Contest
Lyric written to the Christmas Carol of: AWAY IN A MANGER
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
2021/12/08
When I was 24, I would preach the gospel in Chicago projects, fearless and determined.
And I had a 2 year old, Autumn, that was mine by blood, and 3 boys that I mentored, Perrion,
Pierre, and Paris.
Every Saturday, we watched Cinderella featuring Brandi, the Sound of Music, and went to
NAVY Pier to walk and watch lake Michigan. I felt alive and strong and courageous.
Then in 1999 strange things began to happen in my head. Pretty soon I felt like I had fallen
off of the side of a mountain and broke of my emotional legs.
And I lost beautiful memories and things went black, and suddenly I was at the mercy of
healers who seemed to have neither the inclination nor the skills to get the job done.
And I was lost.
But there was one who was with me, who spoke to my soul, like Ezekiel did the dry bones of
this culture’s compassion, and brought water to my spirit.
But still I am afraid of fireflies and spiders, and I am afraid to walk in the very same nature
that I once embraced as a child in the Jersey Suburbs.
Yet this morning, I sang my youngest, a song from the Sound of Music, and though I could
not remember all of the words, I remembered that I am back on the mountain, and my legs
are almost well.
And though many accuse me and mine of self pity,
And though many would dream that all people were ,”strong and virile horses” who embraced
the “American Spirit of Competition” like racers out of the gates.
I tend to search for a more gentle solution.
For you know, I am not fully back on my best game, searching like so many for a past when I
was fully whole, hoping in a future where I am even more than I was before the beast had his
way with my personhood.
And in the meantime, I thank God for the journey.
For though there may be times when I see it as easier to walk into a selfish darkness where
the pain is gone,
When I see people on the street, I know at least some of their suffering, and I know that God
loves both them and me alike. For he has chosen us worthy of his loving touch and has given
us the opportunity to fellowship in his sufferings.
Amen.
The Waxing Moon and the Wind
The winter wind tears at the throat of night
like a fair weather friend.
Once, breeze born seeds had nourished
the ripe soil of summer's joining,
alliances of water, wind, earth and fire
which formed from heart source,
now ravaged by competition.
Howls of blood lust wreak havoc
on the weakening darkness, the pack hunts,
reveling in the hoar frost and the sharp
hump of gibbous moon in the eastern sky.
Each rattle of shutter brings hope to the
onslaught of gale searching to claim
the lead and lead…
to find a chink in the human armor
of hearth, home and family.
Yet, though the wind has might,
the heart fire burns bright and in this warm
light true friendship can be born,
for there is no beauty in the gnashing of teeth
and rending of nascent flesh.
May the wind mellow and once again
carry the seeds of Spring, new life, new art,
and upon the rack of Godly hart.
"We'll be in touch." Each job interviewee is dismissed with this nerve-wracking cliffhanger. On the line, a highly-coveted dream job sought by the qualified and overqualified alike. One out of several job seekers - just put through his catechisms - exits the "Interview In Progress" door, as another walks in. It's a feeding frenzy. Competition for the great gig is fierce, but Lady Luck will smile on only one. His mind and heart, racing. Do his employment chances glow like the sun? Or will he be blown the kiss of death? Oh, to be a fly on the wall during decision time! Until then, a dream job hangs on a slender thread. The prolonged suspense is agonizing as they all wait for the moment of truth .
a prolonged suspense
lady luck smiles on just one ~
job of a lifetime