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Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
Those who believe in the power of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty of.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift.
The presence of Love or not is always crystal clear
In how we treat others; how others we revere.
Love is not selfish, cruel, apathetic, unforgiving;
Does not embrace greed or a miserable way of living.
Instead, Love is selfless, compassionate, and kind,
With consideration for others a natural state of mind.
Love is not ego serving, boastful and bragging;
Doesn't tune out a guilty conscience nagging.
Instead, Love is humble, modest, and reserved;
Accountable and accepting of what's deserved.
Love is not jealous, envious, resentful, or bitter;
Nor shallow, spineless, a flip-flopping fence sitter.
Instead, Love cultivates virtue, values, and integrity,
Making real in oneself a comfortable place to be.
When, our Gift Of Love, we cultivate with care,
We then reap to scatter Love seeds everywhere,
Always hoping they'll take root in another's garden bed,
Where there's being tilled the opposite of Love, instead.
When in our hearts we grow Love, we never have to feel
Afraid that another will come along and from us, steal
What we are growing and therefore, in possession of,
Because all they can take from us is some of our Love.
Once in the thief's possession, Love can only grow,
Infiltrate and change the current seeds they sow.
So, when we give the Gift Of Love and without request,
We can know in our heart we have given the very best.
In this day and age of money taking precedence,
Love is still free to receive and to dispense.
Love cannot be bought nor can Love be sold,
Making the Gift Of Love untouchable by gold.
We need not save our Love for special times and places,
Just for special occasions and to gladden special faces,
For the magic of Love is released every time we give
And multiplies within us when the Gift Of Love we LIVE!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-12-24 16:52:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
I’m a tribes man born and raised,
Please don't tell me how to spend my days!
Coming in with your western views,
Don't Because that's not the life I choose.
I'm a man I was raised to hunt,
But your killing my culture to be blunt.
Taking the animals away from us,
Trying to make our lives adjust.
To be more like you,
Can't you see we don't want to!
I know you think it's wrong what we do,
But to be fair it's not up to you!
You're coming on to my land,
Taking what you want can,
Don't you see the effects it has on my clan!
You're leaving us with nothing to do,
So you think we should bow down to you!
Take the jobs you've created,
With our land which you've updated!
Which basically means you turned into a tourist trap,
Selling us with the gift wrap!
We've turned into circus men,
People paying to see us as and when!
You telling us to perform our traditions,
In order to get commission,
We no longer do it for us,
We do it for the shuttle bus!
Can't you see,
You're the one who did this to me?
You're the one that's turned my clan to alcohol,
You're the one that's turned my clan to money,
You're the one whose destroyed our traditions,
You're the ones who've destroyed our visions.
Why can't you see that your not superior,
We're not inferior,
We're just different from you,
And taking that away from us is not up to you.
We don't want to be the same as the rest of the world, please try and not making us unfurl.
I cant speak for everyone as we see westerners as rich,
Many people would love to switch!
Have food on the table and water at their beck and call,
But those people they don't speak for us all.
Why don't you ask us what we desire,
Instead of changing us and giving us what you think we require.
You're not us, you've never actually lived like us,
So how do you know what works for us and what needs to adjust?
Lack of communication and lack of consideration, too much dictation and not enough beneficial donation, which would form the foundation, we would get to keep our location with a bit of negotiation and less adaptation equals less agitation. Maybe we need some more education and sanitation but with our invitation , and your observation by living in this population we can come to transformation that suits everyone and we will be a happy African nation!
The Lie
I am an insect waiting to be squashed!
I stare hard at the ground
as if fascinated, enthralled by it
while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt
wait to gouge and burrow out
any self-belief that might still remain.
“WELL?”
It always starts with that unsettling word.
Ironic as ‘well’ it certainly is not.
“COME ON!! I haven’t got all day!”
The next sharpened remark; his checkmate,
and the denouement usual swiftly follows.
I try to speak but my weighted words
require a wheelbarrow to carry them out.
I am snagged, on the jag, of repeated criticism
which over the years has shrunken me;
diluting my beleaguered confidence.
Most of my childhood years I understood
and welcomed the fluctuations of emotion
however the grammar and punctuation
of every day skirmishes of family life:
the questions marks, the exclamations, the..... ellipses
were rules, restrictions that became impossible to follow.
So here, once again, stands my father’s temper
attempting to confront nay dominate me.
At this point, if my body had consented,
I would have galloped over the nearest horizon
however all my moving parts had gathered together,
loitering, on a corner, spreading rumours and gossip
that had rendered me rigid and immobile!
My only escape, my bolt for freedom, lies… in the lie.
Yes, an untruth, that had lain in the top shelf
of my mind for many troubled days,
fermenting in its own insidious juices.
Now sliding treacherously from the corner of my mouth,
this worded assassin, homes ruthlessly on its target
…my firework of a father.
Suddenly his face tightens, a thought frightens,
his rigid body a jolt of electricity,
as disbelief snakes its way into his thinking.
His anger reddens, his reasoning darkens
and his fists…..boulder.
But the lie has lain down beside him
fabricating disappointment, bewilderment, distrust
deep into the windows of his eyes.. then...much deeper.
Gradually I turn the key in the ignition of my pride
carefully closing my hands, knitting my fingers,
creating a statement of both prayer and defiance.
Later a thought dangles in a corner of my mind,
a consideration, a contemplation of how far the lie
will layer down into my father’s subconscious
before he understands that the lie is a…
Trojan horse carrying … the truth!
Ian Souter
I wonder why some people get offended because you believe differently than they do? I am very happy to give others the latitude to cherish their beliefs and worship (or not) in the manner they see fit, in fact I support it, no matter WHAT it entails, (as long as it doesn't hurt others) ...
But please give ME the same space and consideration, and do not assume to tell me I'm wrong because I feel differently than you do, and try to not look down on or condemn me and others just because you believe that your beliefs are the "correct" or righteous ones ...
It's not our differences that cause all the problems in this world, it's the lack of mutual respect, empathy, and understanding that we give to those around us. Our inability to let others believe the way THEY choose to, is what cultivates hatred, animosity and bias in this world ...
I personally know people who are quite adamant about the fact that they have found the "truth" and the right path, who claim to put forth love and kindness and understanding, yet if your views don't fall in line with theirs, then surely there must be something wrong with you ...
Faith is a very important part of religion, and I completely understand its crucial import and weight, and how it directly relates to worship and spirituality, but NO ONE knows for sure what this whole voyage "life" is about, and no one ever will, until we each pass FROM it ...
So, you may not agree with my beliefs, they may not remotely resemble what yours are, but please make NO mistake, they are just as PRECIOUS to me as yours are to YOU, whether or not half the world feels the same way, or NOBODY does - whether or not they conform to anyone else ...
I tend to believe that until we allow others the latitude and mutual RESPECT to believe whatever they choose to, and even defend that right, differences will only serve to separate us, and cultivate resentment, anger, and hatred, instead of being embraced the way they SHOULD be ...
Love is LOVE, there are NO qualifications ... compassion, empathy and understanding are important parts of what that word encompasses, yet I think we often see love as one dimensional, and reserved for those we feel amorously about, but it also relates to our fellow man ....
OK, my rant is over, and my soap box shall go back into the closet now.
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A man like you considered I a myth...
They just do not exist in nature.
There must along side something odd herewith.
Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger.
You read, you write, you're just great with people,
You are decent, honest and content.
While you are caressing my bare nipple
You like my jokes, laugh and pay the rent.
You are genuine, creative, daring,
You try new things out and you like kids.
I met you weeks ago and now I'm scared
How in the world would I get a grip
On all these feelings, such strong affection?
You have simply set the bar too high...
But you gave me purpose and direction.
I grew a tumor, thank God, benign.
You play guitar and you compose music.
Yet you are successful in a biz
Of suits, agreements, you like my pubic
Hair. You can pleasure me, you're a whiz!
You're into arts and theater, ballet.
Balzac and Rodin - those you admire.
You are set to win while I fell astray.
You will sing and sculpt when you retire.
You are tender, fit, cute and you do sports.
How do these get along together?
You are attentive, kind, you rule in court,
Want to dress me in suit of leather.
You sing, you're politically correct,
Feelings take in consideration.
Oh how losing you one cannot regret?
You brought me hope and liberation.
Oh yes and you negotiate too well.
This art you've mastered long ago.
You are insightful, you are bright, you're swell!
You are simple and you drink Bordeaux.
You prefer treating women like a queen.
That still exists? I thought it doesn't.
You feel real deep but you are made of steel.
I slumped in love all of a sudden.
I surely saw a lot of men before...
I played with them, I tried to tame one
With no success, was left completely sore,
Longed to dissipate. My song was sung.
I closed my eyes, ran from all this hassle.
Negotiating with scum. Little use.
Was occupied with survival, wrestle.
It's when I met you I was set loose.
None of the men I have ever been with
Could touch the bar set by my dad.
Among the boyfriend myriad you're fifth
You topped my dearest dad. I'm glad.
My heart is rocking. Can't believe it! Wow!
Your daughters have a hard time choosing...
I have to learn again to live the now.
They? They'd better get used to losing...
I hate it when I think of you.
With no consideration of my schedule, or the details of my life.
Just as inconsiderate as a memory
As you were when you were here.
At first it’s unintimidating – a fleeting image.
Passing by innocently like a pedestrian at a crossway.
And then there comes the pain.
A sense of longing in the wake of a smile, in a laugh, in a crinkle of the eye
In the bundle of bedsheets that used to wrap around our ankles
Laying in that bed for hours.
I'd read both of our horoscopes
and you would watch the news.
The same bed where you told me
you loved me
for the very first time.
In the joke you told that wasn’t funny then
But makes me smile now.
And it hurts like hell.
No need for pretty words or thoughtful images.
Just hurts like hell.
And then there comes the anger.
Of the times you stood me up
and the drugs you never stopped.
In the way you couldn’t love – and how I gave you all I had.
In the way you’d steal my pills
And every single lie
In the photos you would always hide
And how you never valued me
How you got better once I left
And for a while, I got worse
How I had to go and save myself
When I saved you 1000 times
And then there comes the sickness
filled with hate and vengeance
You never once deserved me
And I stayed for far too long.
And I take a drag and let
myself feel anger one more time.
And mourn the time I stayed behind
And the youth I buried there.
Then I put the burning ember of
my cigarette in the tray
I vow to find an outlet
Till these thoughts stop coming back.
A bottle won’t fix nothin'
A man would make it worse
I never asked for you to come
take hostage of my mind.
Don’t you know how busy I am?
that I have other things to do?
I have bills to pay and classes to finish.
I have laundry to do and dishes in the sink.
I have to quit smoking and need to lose weight.
I have a quarter tank of gas and I’m short on my rent.
I have projects due at work
and my pets need to be fed.
My dad is getting sick again -
Did I pay the gas this month?
Tell me brain, can we stop this now?
Time to let this ******** go right now.
Stressin' to the max, right now.
Gotta find our own way through right now.
We don’t have this kind of time, brain.
We don’t have this kind of time.
Exercising belief about unknowns.
Makes sense to take your best guess.
Using history, numbers, extrapolation.
Getting the trajectory right for re-entry.
Few dissenters left for climate change, evolution.
Nuclear power brings a process to earth
that occurs only in space. Dangerous
but necessary? Not a risk-averse weasel.
One among many mammals is the weasel,
not known for its consideration of unknowns
but, for its extreme caloric needs, considered dangerous.
My wife says in England violent gusts
forced a locomotive off its tracks. One interpretation
might reasonably be that the mother, earth,
has stopped mothering man. We're entering
a period of unknowns and must evolve.
What might this involve
and what adjustments are possibly feasible?
Walking rather than riding to the subway entrance,
using less electricity until more is known,
preserving agricultural soils and forest land,
buying fewer plastic contraptions.
My brother's washing his pajamas less often.
None of this may make the slightest difference
in how the earth and the sun and universe revolve.
But we are human and addicted to action,
the probable less attractive than the possible.
Also, there's no percentage in respecting death
unless it's imminent. Better to remain centered,
focused on food, child-bearing, war and the poem.
All driveways plowed, all lawns mowed.
Just in time before the first snow, I raked our leaves.
Two eight hour days. What percent of all time is that?
Draw a ray with point A the first pile of leaves
extending to the extrapolating end of universe.
.01 of Aaron. Zero of Zach.
Hawks playing, hunting, mating, canaries in the mine.
Having been too many places to count.
Sex bars, infant formulas, fire crews, last rites, permanent jobs, traffic
tickets, judges' chambers, out houses, wedding banquets, boiling
teapots, frantic centuries, facial tissues, presumed innocent, clear
intentions, stainless steel.
Spiderweb glove. Deerfly earring. Daddylonglegs seeingeyedog.
Memorized songs. Privatized loans.
You cannot know what you're doing until you've done it.
Erudite sweep the floor. Articulate make the bed.
Infrared town hall. Crab nebula. Your last crap.
Eye of the tropical January sun. Slouching toward temperate zone.
To quantify an equation,
takes more than mere calculation,
Take the sun and moon,
now consider they’re coordinations,
One 8 light minutes from earth,
other just a single light second,
Both appear the same size in the sky,
more or less it’s reckoned,
So how can it be, very simply
put, it’s an optical illusion,
Sun is 400 times further away,
and part of this cosmic collusion,
While heck the moon is 400 times
smaller, a very neat solution,
So in effect an eerie perfect
resemblance, bit like evolution.
I’m not buying random
chaos, just because all appears right,
Must take luminosity into
consideration, to bring in the light,
This is where I have problems,
accepting some natural phenomena,
Damn moon is more than a rock,
reflecting rays of minuscule quanta.
Every now and then, blocking
the whole sun in a shadow,
Albeit along strange curved paths,
sometimes very narrow,
Such a perfect arrangement,
one so complex, yet it’s known,
In geostationary observation,
light photons reveal a solid stone.
Bizarre or factual, we predict
eclipses with unfailing accuracy,
Thousands of years past and future,
are detailed miraculously,
But for me it’s too convenient,
so much I refuse to believe,
This accident of serendipitous
alignment, real purpose does deceive.
A yardstick of information,
used to prove Einsteins relativity,
During an eclipse, light from stars
behind the sun, bends in reactivity,
That moon is our starting point,
Earths next stage of devolution,
Put there by god knows what,
for humanities ultimate revolution.
I know this poem is filled, with
many cosmic contradictions,
Without any scientific limits,
my mind holds no restrictions,
Subjects always beg questions,
blind acceptance just needs faith,
But we’re more than any rock,
locked in gravitational embrace.
These steppingstones to reality,
lie strategically well placed,
All the information we need,
lies before our eyes in space,
Each one has pointers, not
buried but within plain view,
Secrets can be deciphered, it’s
human imagination solves the clue.
By
David Kavanagh
Einstein figured out relativity
through his mind experiments
using the power of imagination
The moon proved he was right.
"Shadows-dancing-ambling along-dandling-with-them all-about rising up-up-and-down-
swaying side-to-side-then-and again; virtuous yes-all-of them I feel-enlightened ever giddy
elucidated-yes-they-can be-heard; whispering of-this I believe, to all through-all time-time-
and again-in-their tenderness; abounding... forever; abiding... ! ??
Kinder their-reflections-yes-growing even-more, and even-evermore gentle yes-serving-to-
prove this always offering-me this-hope when Honest, Open I'm Willing their-lessons-given-
my-desire-for my-soul my-quest for-freedom reaching-out in abandon, I know-I'll always-
behold-them... !
God's grace-mercy-in hand teaching upholding-me-through-them helping me-understand
their-generous many-glorious-and even-more evermore wondrous-gifts because-perfect-yes
I feel-it-is to know this-truth...
My mistakes, all an opportunity-they're-blessing-being with-what-granted-I feel now can-be
found only through-truly-opened-eyes-evolving-amid this world with-Him. ??
Sharing life as it is; knowing-reflecting on the-mercy perfect-goodness, joy; passion;
consideration abiding-within His ever, gracious eyes... !
Eager; willing, the precious-offspring-of-His-love just-beginning to see, what-it-all-really-
means... ! ??
The simple-treasure, life, remaining standing up-humbled-boldly chuckling, laughing aloud
louder then-lightly in-view of-them this vision-what with-me I am-moved myself-now too, to
perceive... !?
Delighted-to learn, yes-growing-up abiding in peace with-God another the world myself;
dancing yes-dandling-ambling right-along-with-them just as-frilly; free!??
Such-it is-as I know them-today, but this-is-as of-yet I believe, for-me-but-only one-treasure
sweet-blessing of-learning the-greater devotion yes telling of-the many more; through them-
and-with Him the one-ever-precious-opportunity's illuminated-and abiding in-the-brilliant-light-
quietly-whispering-to me reflected through Him-of their-generous-proposition to me-of-peace;
raining-down on-me through the light shown openly the one-forever-exemplified, the-perfect-
truth-yes gift of grace offered-me; the-beauty of my mistakes... !
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