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Wellness and worry are by no means friends.
To be well, your mind of worry you must cleanse.
Living with worry, there’s a price to pay
worry will kill you if you let it stay.
If you want to enjoy physical health,
beware of worry it creeps up by stealth
then causes your nervous system to stress,
and in time, you’ll be a physical mess.
Worry also affects your mental health.
Its effects can creep up on you by stealth.
Worrying can lead to anxiety
which makes you withdraw from society.
Worry can steal your emotional health
Like a cat it moves in silence and stealth.
It gnaws on your joy, making you feel sad.
Before you know it, everything seems bad.
Worry can ruin spiritual health.
The crafty old lion stalks you in stealth.
He tempts you to doubt and distrust your God.
Before you know it, your life he has clawed.
Worry is a thief; he is after your health.
Give him a chance and he’ll steal your wealth.
When worry shows up, don't open the door.
Trust God instead, and feel your spirit soar.
Where my hopes meet with
My dreams, heartfelt
Joy and brilliant imaginings kiss
Away the doubts, the demons
Who tempt me to listen
To the darkness, the dread, the depression
All the anxious that lives within
Where my skeptic is my biggest sinner…
There, amid the uncertainty
Knowing only a measure of hope,
Disquieted by the distrust, the mediocrity
I resolve to listen to the light
Who falls across the night and remembers
Stardust images erasing the timidness,
Freeing the inner joy, the music
Dancing through forever, promising
Pleasures that inspire fanciful,
Fantastic fantasies, happiness – elated
Wonders beyond description
Where I know the meaning of sweetness,
My muse reveals the soul’s breath
Mystery, blinding secrets who calm the darkness,
Erasing the past’s demonic screams
Coloring the future in vibrant hues of soothing
Blues and ecstatic yellows, purples
Who enchant and enliven, bright red – scarlet
Laughing across forever, reviving the spirit
So even the darkness is beyond grief,
It is like the song of grace has finally abandoned
Her heart to the knowing – the assurance
That miracles invite change,
Marvels so abundant in these days
Hold the key to forever, the amazing
The fantasy sighs, then sings
Across the pines, through the forest
Stirring waters in liquid clarity
This is where my light touches life
With humbling healing,
Magnificent music, peaceful like
Heaven who knows the way
Into the spectacular, the encouraging
Dance dreaming, drifting, destiny
Fulfilled inside the beating of a heart
Designed for more than earth,
A heart predestined for the fantasy
Who kisses away every reservation
With fanciful feelings, imaginary
Images, fiction focused
On giving the listener, a reality
Built on beautiful, brilliant
Based on the laughter, the feeling
Who fantasies know as the reflection
Breathing into my forever,
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing, beguiling
Every moment with captivating…
This fantasy, imaginary – is air to my soul
My muse, who can’t be controlled
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February 6, 2023
Your help empowers their hope,
your hope enlightens their help.
Your help empowers their health,
your health enlightens their help.
Hopeful trust thrives healthier
than trauma-terrorized
cynically vengeful distrust.
This is not a mental health
nor a political science
nor a religious
nor a sex therapist
secret.
Why does this same health-receiving and care-giving connection
seem so disconnected in our capital-fueled
straight white exclusive male ownership
historically dominant
public service business sector?
Governing
our tribal reds v blues,
our ungreen town halls,
bored with multicultural
inter-religious
compassionate reading and writing
and nonverbal communication
Co-empathic
FatherSun enlightened
EarthMother empowering
win/win cobinary
co-intelligent
indigenous wisdom education.
Actively curious care-giving,
compassionately pleasing peaceful pleasure,
enlightens economic co-investment
and democratically cooperative health,
further expanding boundaries of co-empathic trust.
Competing despairs of economic and political
financial and social dissociative dissonance,
violent irreligious discommunication,
decays into mutually assured destruction,
unweaving healthy fabrics
Of God's mind-passion
and Gaia's body-pleasure
coming from
and powering toward
a global green
resiliently wealthy
polyculturally curious
compassionate care-giving
Whole Holy EarthTribe EcoSystem
Within which
it is no anthropocentric secret
that unitarian care-giving
empowers universal health-receiving.
Ignorance is bliss or so they say
But I was enlightened in a colorful way
In a silent conversation with our old friend
The sun told me this at yesterdays' end
He was glowing dark red in an angry display
For the constant pollution while we worked and played
Blended red and yellow showing orange disgust
A colorful sign of his negative distrust
Then passionate red for the love he shares
An approving gesture he thinks we still care
His friendship was kissed with a touch of pink
Reminding us all to stop and think
A moody dark purple of sadness and gloom
Fair warning try harder or we'll all be doomed
Then splashes light purple for days gone by
Feeling nostalgic for clear blue skies
As his dark blue of power turned to black
Leaving hope for tomorrow that he'd be back
Now that I've told you of all I have learned
Don't you think we should all be more seriously concerned
If you don't believe me and still wear a frown
Then tomorrow just listen as the sun goes down
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
It was an ordinary funeral,
nothing striking—except the strange restraint of the living.
The coffin, made of somber wood, bore an inscription,
succinct, sincere, almost brutal:
In this world, no one takes anything away.
And just below,
like the advice of an old master to his absent-minded disciple:
Be humble, and thank even your enemies.
Take pleasure, as much as you can, in your passage.
I stood there,
mute, wordless,
my heart suspended at the edge of the abyss,
and I reflected.
On those days we treat as possessions,
as if time obeyed our will.
On those objects we hoard—
when we fear we might mean nothing.
On those grudges we nurture
like cherished treasures.
On that “tomorrow” we distrust,
on the tenderness we muzzle,
on the forgiveness we ration
as if it were scarce currency.
On the life we neglect
in the name of a later no clause has ever guaranteed.
But the hour comes—inevitably—
when all is left behind.
What we thought we owned fades into shadow.
What we managed to give might endure.
A hand extended.
A gentle memory lodged in another’s mind.
Life is not measured by rewards.
It is felt in the trace of sincere impulses.
So live with integrity, with heart.
Love without contract or condition.
Laugh even if the order of the world wavers.
Weep if your soul overflows with pain.
Forgive without expecting anything in return.
And above all,
do not postpone
what, today,
might make life vibrate.
For that evening will come
when the dawn no longer breaks.
And on that day,
no one—
I say it plain—
takes anything away.
I curse with all vengeance
the undeserved desperation
that fate chose me to bear;
and I've asked myself
if ever there would be a sudden death
to this so-called affliction and fear...
Will I endure this unneeded pain furthermore
and suffer uselessly in discontent,
not to have accomplished more
or been restrained by any event
throughtout the duration
of my consuming contention?
I swayed from all gladness
with doubt and uncertainty,
gratifying myself with little or nothing;
all thoughts were constringent,
clinging to hopeless consolations:
I lived in sadness...unsavoring life
in all its wonderful and blissful ways,
not conjoining them to a congruous laugh!
Did it save these dark thoughts from dying,
when I could have been living?
Up to now,I had strongly believed
I would have seen a light
glimmering, where darkness gathered,
or an anticipated delight
awaiting to quench my thirst;
uneasiness and distrust don't conciliate...
Swelled clouds bring rain and sobriety,
reality brings out conscious regrets
that conjure up a past worthiness;
a struggle measured by audacity...
Prodigious words rejected by intruders,
true words prohibited to be spoken by me;
I was given lips to fling them...
not to fearfully oppress them,
but to be present in image and dexterity:
unlikely soggy flowers drenched by storms...
lacking the stamina to stand on their feeble stems,
I must stand up to my creed and truthfulness!
they say forgive and forget
remember and hold to account
seems to be frowned upon
and memorable events take a while
to manifest digest and process
narratives change with the core
at every reason and heart
‘everything is wrong and it is all your fault
what exactly you will have to find out yourself
I will put our relationship into a drawer
and possibly open it again once you …’
have changed to her wishes?
relinquished any meaningful part in the drama?
conceded to her perfidious pantomime?
are totally broken?
‘you claimed that one cannot talk to a depressed one
but were you not projecting your discontent?’
years on the metaphorical couch
like a spider in a cobweb of distrust
attempting to just pull one string
breaking at rock bottom
with someone else throwing rocks
from a fortress of a glass house
accusations lies silence pretense of innocence
and turning children against him
he walked a difficult path
many a time running on empty
but eventually it turned out to be
the best thing that could happen
and he found new love
made peace with his offspring
invested in kindness and compassion
now lives with his lover and soulmate
chapters however can only be closed
when the epilogue has been written
when the spine of the book
stands upright in truth
for years he maintained that she
could not have done any better
did not cope with her own crisis
and he absolved her from further critique
the protagonist eventually found his voice
He has become I and I lay to rest
my memories of that evil malignant
and greedy you chose to become
it was you who tore me apart
and watched with satisfaction
when I became vulnerable and depressed
discredit where discredit is you
it is not about settling score
or spread sheets of retribution
simple honesty will do and
I don’t have to be nice
because poems understand
and refrain from judging the writer
but deep in my soul I do not care
that you have turned lonely and bitter
because while I am privy to
exquisite satisfied pleasure
you made your bed
and that is empty for a reason
trying to hack out my eyes and essence
made me spread my wings joyfully
and you are an old haggard crow
merely feeding on crumbs
05th August 2021
To my future boyfriend I do not want a “price charming”. I do not need to be rescued from this ivory tower that I have built around myself to protect myself-worth and esteem that so many boys before you have left trampled and damaged in defeat without even a glance back. I do not want some Henry Cavill, crew cut, perfectly chiseled chest, hair slikced back, predatory white smile of a boy disguised as a man. But when I yell down to you that I am okay up here I know you’ll attempt to climb it anyway.
To my future boyfriend, I have set myself up so high that I simply cannot be touched. guarded by dragons built out of doubt and distrust. I’m sorry I’ve grown accustomed to protecting myself because my father died when I was two and my half-brother left when I was four. So I never really learned how to look a grown man in the eye or ever heard one say, “ It’s okay I got you, I’ll always be here no matter what.” Instead I learned to be independent, self-reliant listened as my mother and sister’s said, “ Its okay fathers day isn’t that important anyway.”
To my future boyfriend I won’t make you sit through a rom-com snuggling up on the couch as I dreamily wish it were us riding away into the sunset. Because I know those sunsets don’t last that those astonishing shades of blue’s, pink’s, and orange will become dull and fade over time.
To my future boyfriend there will be day’s that I won’t even recognize myself day’s I’ll sit and wonder “Who are you really?” But I hope you’ll come and search for those missing pieces with me dust them off and glue them back together so maybe I can finally see the other half of me that stare’s back at me in the mirror. That when you whisper you love my body will become ridged my heart will tighten its chains and my mouth will utter complete ******** as I tell you love is just a word that holds no meaning to what I feel for you. Because love is exactly what I feel for you and words will never be able explain how my heart thunders like a summer storm in late June just from a quick kiss goodbye as you leave.
Bleeding music into
A heart who cries
Tears so gentle, so tender
They reflect the hope
So often called to mind
By one who knows
Lost love – left behind
Breathing light across
The soul who smiles
Peace and wonder, inspiration
Filled with grace, peace
Aliveness, a dance
Waltz of healing, stirring
Awake the flames
Of compassion, a brilliant
Whisper of emotion
Hushing the hysterical
Doubts and confusion
The disillusionment
Brought on by darkness’
Gloom, despair, distraction
The air of doubt
Curling around the murky
Stillness of a thought
Who bends with the weight
Of uncertainty, distrust
Baptizing these feelings
Who flow suspicion
Through the spirit
Sing of disbelief and dread
A blackness in hues of graying
Melancholy blended
In fear, nightmares diminishing
The beauty in a silence
The wonder in grace
The inspiration and enlightenment
Known by our sweetest praise
Praise Him through the worry
Let Him know your heart
Is always yearning for His touch
The warmth of a blessing
Filled with kindness and love
Strong enough to shine through
The shadows, lifting the dark
Inspiring the spirit to that fresh
Gentle feeling of pure, sweet hope
Let Him know you love Him
That He is the answer to each prayer
The whisper of a second chance
The song of inspiration and care
The guiding light who is always there
Untitled thoughts
This isn't a fairly tail !
Love story are no joke
This is not a sleeping beauty kind of story
Nor beauty and the beast
Love tales are not as sweet as they seem
But ours ended like a savage tweet,
As funny as a trending meme, on facebook
Love isnt as beautiful as it seems,
Love stories are not child's play .
Our thoughts stained with distrust and jealousy,
False professions birthing obscurity. Look deep down in our heart and you will realise that
every promise we made to each other were truthful lies,given birth at the orta
Every vow turned into Questions 8out to be compromised.
Like a love song that has lost meaning
The quarters of our hearts painted in black stains ,
Giving room for fear and panic,
Our love sinking slowly like the Titanic,
Time flew but our love couldn't stand the cold direction of life's life cycle ??
Eyes were bathed in salty water
Our hope is buried in weak tower
We hide ourselves in the serpents cave
Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment.
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