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Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.
It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.
Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."
And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.
Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.
The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.
And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.
This little girl had turned, was lifted up
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, that little girl, am grateful I was saved.
Written on 10/6/2015
For Divine Intervention Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
* This is a true account that happened to me when I was six years old
Your beauty is majestic, love, it grows
In silent ways like trees upon a hill,
Whose branches reach for stars, whose roots repose
In depths unseen, but strong and never still.
Your love is like the ancient, sweeping seas,
The ocean’s pulse beneath a moonlit tide—
In waves and whispers, born from mysteries,
Boundless in reach, unable to divide.
Through leaves and bushes, tender roots entwine,
Drawing the earth’s embrace, a woven net,
The quiet witness of your hand in mine,
Where sun and shadow’s gentle lines are met.
I find you in each curve of wooded slope,
Each verdant trail where forest breathes its song,
In nature’s heartbeat, patient and in hope,
As boughs and branches stretch so broad and long.
The waves, the sea—such vastness I adore,
Each surge a promise of your endless grace,
The way you rise, retreat, then rise once more,
To meet my gaze in every boundless place.
Your beauty, love, is woven from the earth,
In every leaf and branch, each root and wave;
It sings of ancient stars and hidden mirth,
Majestic, deep, as wide as hearts are brave.
craze pops like a popcorn
roasting after every season of a newborn
awaiting what it looks, feels like trying new
zapping the line or cue in askew
ends short within a year or two after brew
fad drops like a snow when you're off guard
anything new, pleasing, soft, gentle or hard
different generations had them all --
some forgotten or dated to discard
fashion in modes move silent or loud over time
accessories, clothes, gadgets, machines, activities that consume your time
shoes worn, strings, sessions, social life people embrace
holidays celebrated, hypes, hope and holograms that may float or vanish without a trace
invitations, parties, gatherings of the unified
on gates, nooks and sites that require ticket, passkey, passcode that divide
new and old craze, fads and fashion
combined in an open, classified space in tide
We live in the age of "Brexit",
a transitional time seemingly hectic,
many alive didn't expect it,
the hectic or the exit,
now an inability to accept it
may pull Britain down and wreck it.
"It's the people that make a great nation".
Skewed Brexit news is on the loose as the media exploit,
abusing those minds that choose to view unclued through adroit.
Many remain refrain their pain though inside they are annoyed,
while minorities moan and re-moan at authorities "Britain is destroyed",
believing our prospects and hope are now void,
as though being a united kingdom is something they wish to avoid.
"It's the people that make a great nation".
Once in this country of greatness was the greatest generation,
and before them many great generations with great dedication,
living in the misery of pain through the mass devastation,
Great Britain became great because people made a great nation.
Now there is history that our generation is placed in,
big history, important, generating a divide,
there are many twitching at our country for switching,
splitting the people into two nationwide.
Divide will provide a denied success to our mission,
it's as if self respect and pride has gone missing,
we need to unite all through the same ambition,
be in the same boat and sail, if not we fail and are left wishing.
"We the people can make a great nation".
Brexit is just a change it is not true hell,
if you can't see that, I'll tell,
the bomb hits in the Blitz united a unit,
there was death daily, imagine you in it,
or you led on the ground in a ditch,
inches from the flow of bullets,
our Brexit reality now is very different isn't it.
Would you be one to fight on the beaches,
or embrace spite like Brexit bit**es?
Are you remain remoaners proud of how you behave,
do you think your behaviour could rule the waves?
Do you think you could moan your way to the largest empire,
whilst being an "I didn't get what I wanted" crier?
"It's we the people that can make a great nation,
it's we the people that can fail the situation".
As Churchill once said, the future is in our hands,
it is again now, we command our lands".
The often unnoticed first strategic step
in bullying
is to isolate.
Religious
political
economic
and/or sexual bullying
begins, already,
feeling entitled to pervasively disempower,
dissociate,
disinvest,
unenlighten,
excommunicate,
lock up,
terminate from employment,
send to the reservation,
asylum
ghetto,
wrong side
of the LeftBrain dominant
self-righteous tracks.
Deeply separate,
divide and, thereby, expose
and bully
that Other,
or those Others,
who need to learn their place,
separate and deservedly unequal,
to relearn their divinely-inspired space
of oppression
neglect
punishment
For being wrong,
too needy greedy,
too ignorant,
uneducated
simple
quiet and sneaky
*****
unbinary
effeminate
pretentious
hypocritical
weird looking, sounding, smelling,
frightening
angry
threatening...
Such alien Others
are first isolated
at least by disreputation,
then abused
First neglected
shunned
Othered
alienated
unaccepted,
Then ridiculed
used
raped
vilified
Blatantly and falsely accused
of being motivated
to dismiss
and impoverish
the monoculturing Bullies
through stealth
or by speaking their lying,
biased
self-serving Truth
Which is always ignored
until They get too uppity
again.
Bullies
and their Victims
are, thereby, deprived
of experiencing compassionate
cooperatively appreciated
and co-invested
dialogue.
Bullies
and their Victims
thereby declare and suffer wars
where everyone,
including plants and animals,
soil and water and air quality,
suffers and loses
except, in the bookkeeping department,
the military-industrial
short-term corporate profit Bullies
Who will not realize
their self-victimizing
long-term health and safety losses
until degeneratively isolated
from all prospects for a livable
sustainable
humane
sacredly compassionate
EarthTribe health and safety
future climate
regenerative resilience.
A wear down-
singular slalom in the emotional vortex-
the realism of a realm that doesn't adhere to your biology and doesn't accept the facts at hand,
one does not alter it,
unless screaming for more sanity to arrive-
though we are not sane beings at core,
we had to dig until we all died.
A wear-down,
just something I had to add,
...a little bit of sweat, blood and tears,
alimony,
grapes-
food art and a bridge,
nothing from the start,
no calamity or even Go-kart,
though it's fun to part,
sanctify some of the little divide,
deepening volumes that outlast our lives,
showing the sun we don't come to die.
From years that life has already lived and passed,
We walked through trials carved deep by the past.
Where truth wore masks and lies stood dressed as right,
And borrowed grace concealed the face of night.
Yet through the storms that shook both heart and ground,
We held small joys where quiet peace was found.
In tender moments, hand in faithful hand,
We learned how fragile joys still learn to stand.
The world stood opposite, the voices cold,
Many once near us rose only to oppose.
We chose not fear, nor grief to claim our name,
But strength—to be our loved ones’ shield of flame.
When weakness whispered softly in my chest,
I turned to words that gently gave me rest.
I opened Qur’an, and felt my soul respond:
“Wa tu‘izzu man tasha’u wa tuzillu man tasha’.”
Accusations fell like heavy rain,
Trust was betrayed, yet hope remained.
And when my spirit trembled, torn and frail,
One truth arose that never came to fail:
“Hasbunallahu wa ni‘mal wakeel,
Ni‘mal maula wa ni‘mal naseer.”
The grip of fear then loosened from my breath,
And faith stood taller than all loss or death.
For no dark night denies the coming dawn,
No wounded soul is ever truly gone.
What lies ahead still waits with lessons new,
Unwritten pages calling us to move.
Prepared we stand, with patience as our guide,
And quiet joys the storms cannot divide.
Let trials arrive—they will not make us stay,
They cannot halt the brave who choose their way.
We walk ahead, unbroken, tried, and true—
Whatever comes, may you never lose yourself in any fight.
My American family, has worked hard, to make life and God and country shine like the stars.
My American family, has prayed every day and every generation, to make us a better nation.
My American family, has had its ups and downs, but we always get up and stand our ground.
My American family, has suffered, they have gone to war and defended nations, loved and cared and lost many from negative forces.
My American family, has lost millions from abortion and other negative forces, making us low on the birth rate calculations, praying we choose adoption not abortion, and choice before conception.
My American family’s life is valuable, and it should be valued, and loved by its nation.
My American family, in the beginning had babies at home, and funeral in their own space, they tilled the land, and fed themselves, taught themselves all they needed in life.
My American family, had not oil or electricity, they only had themselves to learn and move ahead.
My American family, is moving forward, learning lessons, and planning our future success.
My American family, is strong and will succeed in all that they set their mind too, they will work and divide if they must and make way for all of our success.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
So, I went to this place, where everyone had a familiar face
But at the moment of connection, I experienced an abrupt correction
So, I turned and walked away
Oh, they smiled and played, til I got in their way
They grimaced at my informed premise
That LOVE was welcome to stay
....in a room
I moved with a glide, to see all the people inside
A reality of familiar lies, that the majority buys
With ease and great pleasure
Every time I drew near to intently hear
Reason, no matter what growth season
I longed to know and treasure
...LOVE was pushed out of the room
But I came to the final straw, when spring arrived to thaw
Coagulated desire, that only needed a roaring fire
To rekindled my "old ways" lack
After I tried to engage, on an uncomfortable stage
I moved to privacy with covers, to lay down with my lovers
But saw a rat, and took a step back
...to see my people
From the bottom of my soul, a cry out, healed the hole
Created by half-baked lies, offered to divide
Self from acceptable practice
A bright light shone through, the space between belief and do
Revealing framed gaps, where injured chaps
Walked thin wooden lattice
....to avoid linear people
NO, logic is no friend, to those who choose to bend
Obvious truth to color and suit
The agenda of every climbing member
Don't they know that height will never make right
The lazy desire they've accept just to avoid being rejected
By the majority that will maim and dismember
....the people at the top
The fall is greater from the top...and oh, how the mighty have fallen
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-07-2019
President Trump once said, “Never give up”!
When faced with opposition, use it as a motivator to do what is right!
To be yourself!
I say, we have all made mistakes in life or opened our mouths,
In ways that could be different
We all can learn and strive to be better and wiser!
All the while, holding onto our beliefs
This is a man who has shown to truly care about our country
To reach out and take action, caring about American lives
To stand by the founding of our nation, one Nation under God
If you look beyond the hatred, listen to him alone, not media, it is seen!
This is when I was able to see it, after taking a long break from politics
I have the righteous belief in Justice and I have always had faith
I believe prayers are being answered
There have been less attacks on our country, also no violent protests,
No buildings burning or people laying in highways or destroying our flag
As law and order slowly gets restored
Our country fell into a place of lawlessness over some years
There is now a president trying to help with this
He has maintained his vision and beliefs against strong opposition
Just as he advised others to do with their lives
I want a president who cares about protecting our country values
Who cares about American lives and wants people to be safe!
He is proving to do this through everything we are up against
In this process, while he is faced with challenges, he donates his pay
He fights as hard as he can in an atmosphere of hatred cast against him
I had not voted for him, maybe judged too quickly, now I see these actions
I am now thankful he is fighting for us and grateful for his accomplishments
I pray God will guide him in all his efforts to do what is best for our country
At this time of great divide, so that we may find our way to be united again!
Heidi Sands
2/5/19
Placed 7th in A Positive Trump Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Anthony Slausin