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Welcome to Yellow Woodpecker Farm where the incredible food slaps you.
The cows bark, the cats bellow, the dogs mow the lawn, and the birds moo.
Let me talk! Let me say something! Put me in couch! It is our talkative doll.
She does most of the talking for Lucia. Pushing me right now off of this stall.
Lucia is busy, and Pedrinho too at magical funny Yellow Woodpecker farm.
Invented by the curiosities of a studier of children, who meant no harm.
Here is original intelligent man of the hour, our own Viscount of Sabugosa.
He knows more than many, and I know pretty much most-ah.
Where is the old lady? Viscount asks upon his maize-infested arrival.
You see he is made of maize, and depends on its health for his survival.
I am not sure, but Aunt Nastacia is putting the finishing touches on lunch.
Let’s eat some cucumber sandwiches. They will pinch your face in a crunch.
Yellow Woodpecker Farm is a place you have to come see for yourself.
Magical things happen in the forms of gnomes, gargoyles, or Charley elf.
Do not let Mrs. Benta catch you if you wish any harm to her boys.
They are protected in every way here, by her and their magical toys.
Anna Bananna was a madam
Never odd or even
She performed her civic duty
By maintaining stats
On the subtlety of sexes
She used a radar for precision
Using codes when she’d refer
To everything from solos to curiosities
Ensuring to pull up her level
Maintaining her top spot
As proud reviver of the arts
Driving her hot pink racecar
Aha! There she goes Anna Bananna
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest PALINDROMES II sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
At sunset..
The sun goes down
The day is nearly gone..
At dusk..
Onset of complete darkness soon arriving
Darkness then arrives..
Mysteries awaits us all..
As the stars glisten upon the sky..
Unlimited stars ..
Vastness beyond our comprehension..
Exudes intriguement and curiosities
Dawns early light..
New beginnings awaits us all
Surrounded by..
A hauntingly beautiful silence..
Serenity captured in the moment..
Tranquility is present
Dawns early light..
The beginning of a new day..
Then there is twilight..
Awaiting sunrise..
The sun rises
As the sun shines with such vibrancy..
With precise clarity..
The sun rays shed a massive light..
To become awakened to a crystal clear beautiful day..
Observe the vibrancy of the sun..
To bask in the sunshine..
Feel the warmth of the sun..
Blessings occur..
Beauty exists
All of the time..
Without awareness one cannot count your daily blessings..
When your eyes are shut..
One cannot see true beauty..
Awareness with open eyes will reveal ..
Countless blessings followed by beauty..
Antiques and Curios
A collection of Antiques and curios,
Covered in dust on a cellar floor.
Things once made for a purpose,
No longer of use anymore.
Record Player with wind-up handle,
Once sung out the old Seventy-eights.
A music box with broken spring,
Film scores of the all-time greats.
Gas mask, unused in a chest,
A wartime ration book, stained, slightly torn.
Hobnail working boots, coal black,
Scuffed at the toes, well worn.
An old encyclopedia, open at page 12,
Dwarf stars, Meteors and Asteroid,
The mysteries of our Solar system
and a Comet we may need to avoid.
Vintage clothes in leather suitcase,
Fashionable back in the year.
Someone would probably buy them,
For the right price, not too dear.
Pots and Pans of Copper and Tin,
Ornamental handles and lid.
Hard to imagine they were ever used,
But, by the signs of wear, someone did.
A collection of old newspapers,
Bismarck disabled and sunk,
A periodical about holy orders,
The life and times of a Monk.
Moth eaten Teddy Bear, only one eye,
Tracks for a blue clockwork train.
Toy soldiers of lead, standing proud,
Down somebody’s memory lane.
I began to feel rather intrusive,
An invasion of a man’s private life;
Never to know treasures keeper,
Was he at war, leaving children and wife.
An assemblage of curiosities,
To move them would feel such a crime.
I will leave everything undisturbed,
Treasured by someone of the time.
An inner voice is telling me
To take off these headphones,
Yet listening to these songs:
So soothing to my soul.
It's even telling me
To stop looking into this screen…
Oh how long it's been when I first agreed
In having this fascinating world
Be my mindful sanctuary.
I'm left all alone now, away from Home,
If only His presence were
Inside of these mere things.
Delving within what is supposedly darkness,
I feel as if I subconsciously still
Hold the lamplight of Him in my heart.
Tears bring me to Him, I cry and cry,
Yet no longer did I feel a presence
Of Arms holding me as I lay
In all my cries of loneliness.
An inner voice ss telling me to let go
And give my emotion to Him.
He truly functioned our tears
To eventually release
A fleeting form of joy.
It's even telling me
To give up all my curiosities.
Yet all I want is for Him to watch over me
And to be there, to be a forgiving Father.
oh …
imagine the hues …
the shades and shapes and colors -
the breadth of light and exquisite beauty
that blind people …
SEE …
think of the music, untranscribed and emotive,
that those without hearing spin
within their minds …
for though we feign superiority,
we ‘normal’ folk are limited by
the constricted boundaries of our senses -
imprisoned by faculties …
but those without the definitions of
actuality, are utterly free in the
scope of their incalculable curiosities …
pray, have you ever wondered what
fanciful worlds exist for those
without confines?
insights, thoughts, visions, and songs that
are created in intellects sans limits -
wondrous realms with no borders -
skies with horizons that never end
beauty with no definitions or sine qua non
and love …
oh, envision a love as pure -
truly without condition, purlieu, requirement …
or end …
there are so many astounding universes that
exist within our own -
that are seen without eyes
heard without ears
and known …
without a single thought … or touch …
this life is a teeming sea of possibility
and the only hems are the
ones we sew ourselves …
so,
the next time you reach a wall …
or a door …
or a loss … or heartbreak
close your eyes -
see that un-black ocean of light and energy
listen to the music of your imagination
reach your heartstrings out
beyond the horizon …
and wonder!
Gravity is a cage, welded by God.
To confine greed and selfish curiosities.
To restrain this plague called us.
This lonely orb should be allowed to colonize.
Ingest life from deep space eyes.
Follow a rainbow to its end.
Bend time around our wishes.
Sleep in the seams of space.
Offer a rosary to an alien race...
and pray their hearts are different from ours.
The skull suffocates the brain.
Keeps us from knowing our truest destiny.
The brain should be allowed to drift about
like a great red storm cloud.
Sniffing God out.
Travel at the speed of mind.
Ingest today and times gone by.
Feed all there is to feed.
See all there is to see.
Jung observed
Where animus PowerOver dominates,
empirically reigns,
there lies anima’s yin-Love
soft recessive Shadow.
Positive to negative,
and double-binding negative
to appositionally reverse
not not yet re-imaged positive
power both/and democratically with.
PowerOver patriarchy
dominating mutual empathic
EarthMatriarchal power flowing with
and through
each healthy root relationship
of AnimusSelf with AnimaOther.
For some, this PowerWith agape feels sacred,
yet also cooperatively natural, organic
like what we have always most appreciated
as nourishing hands and face,
light and voice and feet,
taste and sound and feel,
humane heart and embryo regenerate mindbody.
Open EcoSystemic PowerWith others,
with Earth,
with nurture co-arising Time's regenerate Presence,
but not with PowerOver dominance,
competing Win to not Lose monopolistic life and death emotions,
thoughts,
mistaken beliefs about this animus AND anima
eco-shadows co-arising
Basic Trusting Revolutions,
great and small transitions of ecoconsciousness.
Some speak of climatic and aggressive PowerOver
in contrast to reverence,
substituting Jung’s LoveShadow
with a sacred shadowing
poly-teleological re-ligioning
multicultural WinWin equivalent
nondual nature/spirit evolving balance.
Yet, Yin emerges a binomial yinyin notnot
shadowing WinWin conscience
synergetic intuitions informed by DNA sacred scripture
love-with-health regenerating mutual true-beauty compliance,
resonance,
contenting resolutions,
cooperative relationships with mutually co-incarnate
economic balance of nutritional values,
expecting loving hand and face outcomes
for all Earth’s Tribes,
grateful for evolving mindbodies
surfing through octave-wave co-arising functions
of ego/ecoconsciousness.
For me,
power and love together are reverence
most fully accessible to each and all
maintaining cooperative nutritionally-motivated Basic Trust Attendance,
free to ShowUp, Notice, explore ego’s curiosities,
yet free from overly-cynical ruminations
about how to control mysteries and stories
recovered and discovered
uncovered and unfolding,
reweaving yet again together.
Covered with green wigs.
They are ebony like me.
I saw barely through it,
The forest shields her nakedness.
By disputing others.
An infinite haven of music.
From the sluggish rivers;
I could see Narcissus.
Who would pluck that elegant flower?
Daffodils taste like ice cream in summer.
The sun swims through youth.
We would become stars.
What is at the center of the earth?
A gardeners protects his food.
The sight appeals the mood.
He burns the weed off boundary.
Cheers! To the tools.
The Lord blesses workmanship.
To eject from the universe is death.
Prayers save a soul.
Achilles tells his secret to Hector.
A wise god isolates humanity.
The free choice mammals.
Nosey bags of curiosities.
Destroying to heal.
A virus before cure.
I see resin,
at the tip of a tree.
I see it preserved the star dust wasp.
The amber look on the bug.
I would be preserved.
As sod till gilt-oil.
The morning glows peace.
Silence pulls music.
The birds prepare flight.
These trees bud in summer,
with a readiness of fertility.
They are virgins till then.
My body heats up.
Discovery defends reality.
Materials build a state.
Stalks fight back.
The cool state of gases.
Inhaling the perfumes of green leaves.
I'm on the move.
The sun is heating up.
Three goats smile at me.
Men chase them away.
A surprised guest in town.
The canteen is fruitful.
Mornings are treasures for bricklayers.
My friend, still, asleep.
Dreams wonder us.
We greet casually.
A girl keeps staring.
We just meet.
Serenade sung from the window.
A mistaken agenda.
I hope she listens.
Realisation is the change and not any physical,
evolution has pushed us way up past the primates,
no need for wings to grow or patterns to appear,
the inner self is the one that perceives and absorbs,
truth lay around us from eternal times before galaxies,
earth is merely the platform for our journeys,
self is an infant that stares in wide eyed amazement,
slowly like water onto lime rocks, wisdom seeps in,
Realisation is the change, body yields to age,
self is aware increasingly of the reality of purpose,
the curiosities of love and romance are soon settled,
the challenges of a life driven by want, understood,
wealth is a paper bag of unwanted burdens,
desire is a hunger that keeps us tethered to objects,
Realisation is the change, as the mist of mystery lifts,
the glow of wisdom lights up things for what they are,
there is calmness in this vision, there is peace,
when what is precious shifts from material,
to values that are more sublime, intangible,
when the self is no longer an ego with an identity,
but a speck in the vastness of the entirety of truth,
real change has come.
with that change, with that realisation,
our metamorphosis is complete!
we seek nothing, we crave nothing,
silence, calmness, peace of existence,
existence that is eternal-
we are no longer physical!