Long Dilution Poems
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‘Sincerity claims focusing concentration not allowing dilution’ - Poet
SINCERE
Dear sweetheart, sweet pie,
Never think to bid bye !
My passion to pierce and tingle !
You are the unique Moon! Single:
mesmerising
and surprising
Prominent
eminent
in sparkling starry sky.
Won’t care for evening stars,
coming in life and passing by.
Not for ‘his’ or ‘her’ but for ‘Ours.’
Me loyal and loud, never shy .
Romance rippling in pearly bubble.
Heart beats dance, prance: Rhythm double.
Ideal couple we will turn.
Environ shiny, not auburn.
We : Entwined in joy or trouble.
Emotive urge surging in amorous flow
My only Moon glistening in glorious glow.
Make sure, we are always made for each other,
walking on beach, clams of love to gather.
Romance of love will never die !
You are my sweetheart ! My sweet pie !
Defenseless is not having help during needed times, the intent to leave people without a way to live and survive.
Defenseless is not allowing police and security to do their job, of restraining, protecting, and other ways of making us all safe.
Defending is a way of teaching, maintaining, and making us all able to live and feel safe today and every day.
We read in history of how many groups lived in intentional community’s making them feel safe and secure as they go through life.
Forcing people to live in unsafe communities can lead to death and health issues that can make other issues increase.
I am thinking of the hammer of the Scots, I read that the dilution of the people by way of non-intentional community weakened the communities.
I am thinking of the intentional Indian communities in America, I am thinking this makes them stronger, having their values and culture as one.
I am thinking of the other places around the world that have intentional living and how being one makes them strong.
Let us all be aware, and take care, don’t be defenseless, grow, learn, love.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
A Student of Love (for Life)
Chapter 1:
I’ve found stagecoach to love is a pumpkin on wheels
whose door opens for you when your guard’s at low ebb,
and you dare to step in (though all magic is sin).
I had gone to the opera with an old flame,
a pre-dinner on opening night - ‘La Boheme.’
Room with round tables seating ten patrons of art.
As my ‘date’ spoke at length to cute gal on his left
I had ‘green light’ to talk with the guy on my right,
found meals’ courses well-seasoned with sharing of heart.
He had taught several years near the land of my birth.
I’d spent time as a refugee near his hometown.
He was open, attentive! Asked, shared my cell phone,
(not that common for me with each number correct).
He was white, my skin brown. There were friends he was with,
a school friend from his college, her daughter, between
them. Both women quite plausibly viewed as his wife.
Facts explain, I think now, why my ‘date’ let things ride.
With two children near grown, and no man by my side,
I was truly not aching for trouble in life.
If my ‘date’ had designs, they wore colors less green;
kids are flies in the ointment of wealth and can seethe
at dilution of parent’s estate (disconnect!)
So I balked when he called, though my heart wasn’t stone,
his soft reaching out touched me, did not dress me down
when I failed to respond. But his voice expressed mirth,
our connection affirmed (that he’d felt). Then the part
where he came to my workplace (I ducked out of sight
till he’d gone). Loved my business, close friends, not bereft.
Does a woman need man, fish in sea needs a cart?
But to love is a choice! Choice is rarely a whim
and I sensed there was chance for a choice here, to tame
not to own. With my boys, might this prospect be win?
Separated, loved still by their dad, I had web
strands to clear, and a break loomed ahead of all deals.
Krakatoa Kritic #007
June 28th, 2021
Turning the other cheek
It’s not a passageway to peace
And we shouldn’t be enablers
The slap is an indictment and will be judged by The Savior
When you offer your other cheek
You are indicting the striker’s mean streak
Science means knowledge
That’s why we attend college
Science is a tool
To be used against the fool
Evolution is pollution, it’s dilution of the mind
Evolutionists have faith, because they foray
They foray in a way of defense, not on the fence
Their commitment is their relying and denying
The Christian worldview
The foundation of atheist intent is their bewilderment
No vacation from that elusive foundation
Will ever get a naturalist to account for an abstract entity
Evolution has no objective facts
It’s an emotional axe to grind
The grist (when they’re pissed) and can’t find
The mill into which the intellectual swill is confined
The way Evolution is construed is to be booed
Borrowing God’s mud and sun
In the futility of Thales’ son
We go from dust to The Son
Because He is the only One
Part 2
Now we are not fideists
We are not self-refuting elitists
Our reason rests on our faith
(It doesn’t go so far and faith takes over
This is a belief in a three-leaf clover)
Why? Because of The One Who has inspired
(Of the nations is desired)
Our presuppositions are dependent on
The reasoning of God the Son
The beginning of knowledge is faith in the Lord
And these two are of one accord
Because a two-fold cord can’t so easily be broken
Because It is the Very Word of God that is spoken
And many will look at us like we are from outer space
(IN a sense) this message is from outer space
And our retirement plan is out of this world
This is God’s plan for the grasshoppers in a circle
Resolution:
Where in the primordial process
Do we get intellectual access?
How did anything gradually evolve?
Something evolutionists can’t solve
When we all need life’s necessary things
As soon as the bell rings
NEW BEGINNINGS
Never to get upset.
Ever stay optimist in stable state.
Whenever a door is closed, there opens another outlet.
Blocked your progress? How to succeed?
Endangered journey? How to proceed?
Glory of life inviting pollution?
Intensity of love facing dilution?
Not to put in dismay nor in distress.
New expectation may welcome to impress.
Inside cloud silver sparks to blend.
Giving up? No! New stairs to ascend.
Start novel venture after an end.
01/20/2021
You just walked away giving sudden shock .
My emotive urges were choked being blocked,
Entrance of my consciousness was closed and locked.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion ,
swimming and sinking in vague hazy notion.
Between conscious and subconscious state
I was neither to believe nor to accept,
actually you didn't look back even, but left.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
wishing intensity on dilution
Woke up from dreamy dormant drowsy desire
Me almost shattered losing you for ever.
‘There was no chance of your return’, I was clear.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and again to gain burning sensation.
Magic potion didn’t work giving me relief.
Took a chance being unaware of belief.
Pain persisting on humiliation and grief.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and all in vain ! No recovery action.
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
Will it be from tribulation that shall cause us to separate
The stress of a situation causing us to chose such a fate
Each day brings a new trial weighing upon our shoulders
As there, just underneath, that pile of ash just smolders
Or will it be in distress that one day could take us away
Being the center of such a mess could cause us to stray
In not seeing anyway out, seeing it from your own eyes
Being so filled up with doubt you might not even realize
Or will it be in persecution, in so going about your way
It's a very slow dilution as from side to side you sway
Or Perhaps a famine, complete peril, even the sword
Don't ever let satan win by keeping you from our Lord
Keep your armor shinned and stay close to the flock
Your heart, mind and soul aligned just let him knock
Know Who you're serving and how He holds you dear
Not that we are deserving but His Message is clear
Romans 8:35 (KJV
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution,
or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?”)
No more new year resolutions,
no more lie on government restitution,
no republic can survive its dilution
no more pandemic blues,
no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;
give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
and give me my freedom of choice,
keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
help me vote, let me speak my voice;
let me give my fair share
how much do you care
about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
brother do you have a dime to spare,
is anyone with common sense there?
Where are the children too long missing
who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
what's with all the anger and the hissing,
end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?
Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
what is the point of your political party,
you play your little games of cat and mouse
while nothing is done in Senate or in House?
Get to work, do your jobs
stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
too long perhaps you hold power
all governments are now, equally soured
while the general population is deflowered.
Mr Later arrived for his interview,
for the position of Time Manager.
"Good morning. I'm Mr Later," he smiled.
"I'm here to improve your schedule."
"Though, judging by your diary...
I suspect we've met before."
His Business Card read:
Manager of Pending Affairs
CEO of Not Yet, But Maybe!
Director of Priority Re-ordering
Minister for Best Intentions
Chief Executive of Almost Enough
Commissioner of Convenient Excuses
Chairman of Noble Intentions
Custodian of Someday
His Specialties included:
Priority laundering.
Pending upending.
Bucket-list polishing.
Deadline cushioning.
Urgency Dilution.
Calendar decompression
Hope rescheduling
Momentum evaporation.
His Motto Section read:
"Do it when you've got more time."
"Tomorrow has reserved you a front-row seat."
"Don't spend tomorrow using up today.
"You'll appreciate it much more... later."
"The hills ain't going anywhere."
"There'll always be another sunset."
"We upend pendings, extending your endings."
"We'll keep your bucket list beneath your shopping list."
"Every conundrum sounds humdrum on a bongo drum."
"Later is always the perfect time... trust me."
Before the interview was halfway through,
Mr Later stood up.
"Sorry," he smiled.
"I'm running a little....later than expected."
"I'm late! I'm late!"
"I have another appointment."
"Can we finish this..."
"...later?"
Then, turning at the door,
The interviewer smiled:
"See you Later?"
Mr Later smiled:
"Everyone does!"