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4/1/17
Flowers blooming
Spaced out or in a tight-knit grouping
All around things looming
In space objects still or moving and zooming
Birds pluming
And other animals grooming
Downloads queueing
Electronics in need of a rebooting
Or powering off, to enable cooling
Below, on and above the roofing
Toxins spewing
And other particulates polluting
Some of which are made for fueling
All weeds were removed by uprooting
Trees and bushes getting a pruning
Especially any areas that are drooping
There's just no excusing
You'd better stop snooping
And assuming
As well as tooting your horn
Or ridiculing the poor
What the hell are you fooling for
When deep down, you know you could be doing more
Ocean life caught by fishing poles, harpooning
Or cage using
Die hard fans rooting
Or booing
Times of booming
And continual losing
Certain insects and people cocooning
Humans continually feuding
Suing
And fuming
As if there is something they want to be proving
Major scale jobs, including
A lot of or very specific tooling
Drugs and alcohol others may be using
And possibly abusing
In the right conditions, water pooling
Near and far from any rocks protruding
Live a life of your choosing
Continue pursuing
Knowledge, and ways of improving
With or without musing
By: Dalton Ogletree
11/17/22
Continual bifurcation
Still a divided nation
Across the entire basin
Doctors trying to treat suicidal patients
Through the use of extreme or mild sedation
These f***s always playing the blame game
It's become dang lame
Too many not on the same page
As well as a similar wave length
Whether or not it involved a rain gauge
When it all became space age
This corruption gives me insane rage
An endless fascination in mythology
Still something feels off to me
It's honestly
Become one big cacophony
Still people portrayed wrongfully
I take risks or move about cautiously
Trying not to be a fool just doing it thoughtlessly
No matter if y'all doubt
People fast to call out
As if they know what it's all about
Yet it's going to cause fallout
Regardless if you try to sneak and crawl or crouch
Seemed like I could only do wrong
Finally moved on
Good god
It was a struggle and took long
A continual roller coaster ride
With an open mind
Far and near from the ocean side
As events coincide
I still am bonafide
Saw it coming from miles away, rarely am so suprised
Due to health issues it required the use of Furosemide
I realize there is much I've been blind of
I can't even find love
Is it because I'm stuck?
Sooner or later my times up
Ambiguous Loss**
(a paradox of presence and absence )
(coined by researcher educationist Pauline Boss)
You disappeared.. without a last goodbye
a story ends incomplete, holding on to hope
beneath frozen tears, an ambiguous sigh
an uncertain mystery, tell me how to cope.
a story ends incomplete , holding on to hope
you are dead or still alive, an unresolved grief
an uncertain mystery, tell me how to cope.
ruminating worried thoughts , never in relief
you are dead or still alive, an unresolved grief
a persistent sorrow, where have you gone?
ruminating worried thoughts , never in relief
in cold storage you live, how do I move on ?
a persistent sorrow, where have you gone?
beneath frozen tears, an ambiguous sigh
in cold storage you live, how do I move on?
You disappeared... without a last goodbye.
**Ambiguous loss is a loss that occurs without closure or clear understanding.This kind of loss leaves a person searching for answers, and thus complicates and delays the process of grieving. (Wikipedia ).It is prominent when a loved one goes missing , soldiers lost in action , the family live in continual loss difficult to reconcile .
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15th February 2020
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Contest Name PANTOUMT
I didn’t listen to his words
Even though, in my heart, I heard
When he told me I was a hypocrite
I found myself praying for God’s intervention
For the assurance that I wasn’t being
A hypocrite – a fraud, a phony
I wasn’t someone who was just pretending
To love the Savior, my whole world
The answer to my every anxiousness
The reason for every hope I had ever had
I didn’t listen to him when he said
You’re a hypocrite – You’re not saved
But I found myself searching my heart
Turning over each thought, every motive
All the reasons I had for not giving into
The things he wanted – his desires, his hunger
The greed that was something he flaunted
Even though he accused me, in all truth
It had been his continual urgency for more – more
Urging me to go above and beyond my power
That caused me to disregard his final demands
I didn’t listen to him or his accusations
I soon found my sympathy for him wavering…
Although I had always been one of his supporters
I found myself – terra incognita now
Unable or unwilling to let go of my plans
To give in to his claims, his pressure, his petitions
I realized, finally, that his complaints, his blaming
Had brought me to the rude awakening…
It was not me at all – He was the double-dealer
Of his allegations… his finger pointing came full circle
To the man he saw in the mirror, in his reflection!
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Terra Incognita
August 8, 2022
I'm not sayin you don't have a right
to feel the way you do,
but have you considered every avenue,
every stream that lines information directly to you?
Have you considered perspective?
That what appears to be truth could be, in actuality, subjective -
effective truth hidden behind piercing offensive lies?
Have you considered that life is like a puzzle,
and every piece you put together creates a picture of its own.
And that picture is all you can see
for now
it's all you can believe in
for now
until you find another piece that creates a new picture.
And so the pattern continues,
until someday your eyes can view the entirety of each puzzle piece.
And THAT is
peace
is understanding,
is seeing the whole picture.
So let us all be believers in building puzzles,
and arise as continual seekers of all the pieces
for peace
7/3/22
Still mulling
Soon to be culling
Something always pulling
The same can be said for lulling
As well as constant gulling
With little if any way of nulling
From neglect sharpened objects began dulling
In a cage, behind a fence or unleashed
Still a bunch of sheep
One creep sunk teeth
Now the victim's family must weep
Rarely getting much sleep
It's been years not just some week
Does little good to just cheat
The answers run deep
But they do not come cheap
What was once bleak
Turned into treasure instead of a junk heap
Truth be told, it takes a lot of upkeep
Wow man
It's really gotten out of hand
Nearly everything is now a scam
Done through a screen and with a mousepad
How sad
Many in power still corrupted walking around like a proud man
For a long time, I was down bad
Took a tougher stance
Then I discovered that
It's a continual puppet dance
All these s get rich off other's backs
Slip up you'll go under fast
Not getting another chance
As they attempt to cover tracks
In comes a younger cat
Occasionally got to where need be by way of hovercraft
Why on earth would bliss effervescence pause
the bubbling renewal of love and light,
when vibrancy of presence needs no cause
to radiate in the void heart’s delight?
Be it in silence or midst or action,
innate to its nature, heart exults joy,
in time dissolved stillness gaining traction,
having no reason at all to feel coy.
Flowing gently, mode embrace and release,
pristine presence animates the vast void,
frolicking carefree as its heart does please,
for childlike heart is pure and unalloyed.
Come close dear heart to feel bliss beats renew ~
Each hue is new like the fresh mountain dew
In a faraway land
In a cottage of stone and sand
Live Mr and Mrs Nod
Follow the winding path
Deep into the woods
To a cottage sweet though odd
On the way woodland animals play
In colourful knitted clothes
A rabbit passes by
With a twinkle in his eye
And a big twitching nose
The cottage is small and cosy
Warm with the sweet smell of baked pie
A fire crackles and burns brightly
Where two sleeping dogs lie
The Nods are by the fire
In their rocking chairs
Smiling faces
Chubby red cheeks
Both with crisp white hair
Mr Nod is reading
As Mrs Nod knits
Hurriedly clicking her needles
Making colourful animal outfits
The kettle quietly whistles
Ready for continual cups of tea
Accompanied by relaxing chatter
In this moment …..
There is no place I’d rather be
The Nods are enchanting
They radiate peace and happiness
So calm and relaxing
No concerns, no stress
I visit The Nods every evening
My favourite part of the day
Depending on how I feel
Dictates how long I stay
Good night….Sleep tight!
All mankind is lost on hell bound path
only God can come to their rescue
this He's done at Golgotha's hill
where Jesus paid our salvation due
Having given us His redemption
God has called us to believe
on the finished work of His son
so on that hope we should cleave
This gives us our responsibility
to believe continually and forever
being justified, sanctified and to be glorified
so to be taken over our Jordan river
This is our continual pursuit
following on the upward way
never turning back to doubt
just looking to Jesus as we pray
So be sure you do endure
right on to life's final end
when you'll be truly saved
from sinful self God will mend
What used to seem so far fetched we titanicly now don't avoid
The Words of Scripture etched of how many will be destroyed
A choice that they willfully made not seeing it's very approach
You weren't ever betrayed but allowed the enemy to encroach
Perhaps a time of refrain as we normalize our continual slide
Like just before the rain when all on Earth but eight had died
No real need to worry or to even just take a good look around
Their own soul they'll bury unable to see such unstable ground
Hating a God who loves you so that you're bigger than you are
Look around at HIS Glorious show, the knowing of every star
And then there's what you have done with His every single gift
But without the protection of His Son satan will soon easily sift
If a little child approaches a flame and you choose not to warn
Then you are the one to blame and will also share in the scorn
I choose not to be of such as now I am loudly speaking out
Many are out of touch thinking alone they can win this bout
John 10:27
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: