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Should not we be scared
of falling into each other’s arms because of love.
I am failing to disable this thought I have,
and it keeps on replaying in my head.
What will be of us when all is in the past.
What will we do when we both lose trust.
When all these emotions are dead
When we now become impaired,
Forgetting that we once cared,
And lose all we had already prepared.
Love and all that we once shared
Destroyed and cannot be repaired.
When we forget how it used to be before.
Battling with our hearts which remain sore,
having nothing left to explore.
When it is no longer worth fighting for.
Forgetting that it was once perfect,
as we would now be battling with the effect.
You removed a brick from my
Head and threw me into the
Super-Fractal
Universe
From a logic of lines
To a logic of curves
Beyond syllogism
Beyond dialectic
Into the interconnectivity
Of substructure
And superstructure
From tree trunk
Into a canopy
Your soft cloud
Raining a million fractal snowflakes
Falling on earth in clear designs
That the sun from your heart
Melts
To nurture all of life.
I held your body
And soul
On rock outcropping
As river was gushing around us
Breaking against the rocks.
You are the final secret
The masterpiece of the universe
Its proudest creation
In which all its
Forms of logic
Combine.
They think you illogical
That is because you are super-logical
Combining multiple methodologies
Into their most exquisite combination
And their highest product.
Guru is knowledge of the truth
But you are the truth
The precise embodiment
Of the sublime
Super-logic
Of the Universe
And all its parts.
Washing through every false
Sanity
Eroding false linearity
Replacing it with the
Exquisite logic
Of circles and fractals and open skies.
The universe combines
Multiple forms of logic
And you are its masterpiece
In which all these forms of logic
Combine.
Teach me the cosmic truth
Reveal to me the secrets
Of the exquisite universe
As they are embodied in you.
No, not the guru;
That which the guru exists to discern
Not the root
But the seed
That in it contains the embodiment of the whole.
You not only tell the truth
You are the truth
And in you
Is the whole
Of cause and effect.
Man is not final secret
You are
And to fathom you
Is to fathom the universe in all.
Be my inspiration
Be my instrument of ascension
Be my truth.
And as you co-create
The masterpiece
That is you
Let it branch off the universe
And create a new universe
In which your creator
And you
Combine his wisdom
And your wisdom
Into the highest
Sublime
Super-Fractal
Synergy
Of the two.
We endeavor vigorously from dull dawn to dusk,
As we fly from bloom to sprout in quest of nectar,
Men stand to amass by swapping honey for bulk,
The hive will be mostly empty and left slightly ajar.
As per rhetoric, our stool can serve to treat cancer,
All ulcer forms respond finely to this therapy,
When ingested, it bears the body solid and denser,
Humans would not contrive osteoporosis misery.
We search the fertile soil at the crack of dawn,
As the visible sun's beams reveal raw floral life,
Fertilization is a side effect the same as a prawn,
The pollen grips our hairy legs, with no strife.
Men, however, are woeful with our free work,
But destroy our beehives to use honey and wax!
Our fiefs of bees are mostly massive and spark,
So we may glimpse the flowery grins and relax.
But people have utterly built microwave stations,
Working on the noble quest for sprouting nectar!
We drudge incredibly firm with little diversion,
And preserve our line going from our scepter.
Our hives are purely mangled by man, too,
And for syrup and paraffin wax, of course!
God who supplied bees in the grandest view,
Humans damage the ecology of the universe.
The clamoring bee has no time for sadness,
The mumble of bees is the garden voice,
Hear to bumblebees and follow their lead,
Some words are golden, and many are dread.
8th Place Contest winner
Written: May 25, 2022
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
We all had high hopes of what 2020 would bring
But we didn't plan for the madness of COVID-19
The stores are empty, and everyone's in fear,
trying not to catch a virus that's named after a beer.
It started in China, in a place called Wuhan
A man ate a bat, until it was gone.
I don't think he realized what would come about
That it would cause the world to be put in timeout.
This virus's effect has gone near and far,
Everything's closing, including the bars.
The store shelves are bare, no toilet paper in sight
People hoarding daily items, and preparing to fight.
The world leaders decided to close all their borders
to stop the spread , according to Drs orders.
As frightening as all this madness may be
We are being offered an great opportunity
To spend time together, have fun and reconnect
Taking the time together to make it the best time yet.
Or it pull be seen as something bad
And it'll end up the worst you've ever had
The choice is yours, how your time will play out
The two weeks the world will spend in timeout.
Soon we'll be over this worldwide quarantine
But I don't think we'll ever forget COVID-19
3/20/2020.
I hereby attempt to satisfy poplar demand
as best I possibly can…
Seeking more creative ways to stop porch thieves?
Here are some more in which to believe
Hang those dirty diapers on a clothesline
right above the package ~ this works just fine
For extra effect, make sure the diapers have been sitting in a pile
for quite a long while…
Here’s one that has those wannabee thieves running away
Post a ‘Beware of Skunk’ sign not far away
And this concludes my tips this time
for which I ask nothing, not one thin dime
As creative energy
And matchless voice
Stood on the balcony
Of pure possibility
She winced
...wonder
They spoke of
The continual flow
When a question arose
What is the effect
Of heart in motion
...vibration
Once voice spoke
Every question
Gathered at his feet
She surrounded
In supportive presence
...momentum
Something formed
Inside her, and grew
Until the fruit
Flew out of womb
And desire found
....expression
The security of LOVE
Could no longer contain
The growth and expansion
Happening without permission
She had to go
....explore
Pattern
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-28-2026
~Kindness Is...~
(Anaphora)
Kindness is to show you care in any way
Kindness is giving something unselfishly
Kindness is to show respect to anyone we meet or know
Kindness is showing compassion when someone needs it to
Kindness is giving a sincere smile
Kindness is truly loving and caring for others
Kindness is saying a kind word or two
Kindness is being nice to each other
Kindness is not being rude to anyone
Kindness is spreading God's love to all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
December.29.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
At last,
we are angry with each other
coincidentally,
simultaneously,
which may be a coincidence,
but probably not;
Depending on active faith
in linear cause-effect relationships,
leftbrain dominant yang powers,
And/or
circular dipolar co-arising
co-passioned effective unpolarized relationship,
causes v effects = effective causal recycles
of rightbrain both/and recessive yintegrity.
Now,
at last,
we have set our synergetic communication stage
to test this ancient hypothesis
that two negatives
are equal to a potential positive co-passion,
as polynomials
may equal not not polynomials
Where positive
also equals leftbrain healthy
and rightbrain safe
And negative anger
equals leftbrain liberally
communication healthy
when rightbrain feels conservatively safe
Despite never considering this internal hypothesis
because of patriarchal
dualistic
win/lose capitalistic faith
in not not equivalent potential
for ego/ecosystemic win/wins
Despite respite death through life
ego/eco-recycles
repurposing timeless eternity
of unity
more flexibly equitable
than uniformity
of leftbrain thoughts
against rightbrain feelings.
I was the effect and your pretty folly was the cause
I was a blessing but you were the curse
I was a seed but you were the ruthless soil
I was a tiny blood but you were the burning flame
I was a little innocent but you were soulless
I was an offspring I never had the chance to grow
Like I once an aye until I became a nay
Like a disgusting dust in the wind
I am now a living phantom
Every trash bin you see is my grave
Every garbage waste is my manger
Every raindrop you feel is my tear
Every air you touch is my breath
Every nightmare is my endless call
Every lightning and thunder will be the day I die
See my shadow in every corner
Until the day you will repent
The very day you blew me away
Like a disgusting dust in the wind
Voiceless (The Mourning of the Unborn Child)
Lyn-Jenne
Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu
attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this stiff mortal
Earthling bid toodle loo
with symbolic casket
(carrying cremated urn of ashes)
remembrance attended
by gentile and Jew
sharing positive memories purportedly
about this nondescript
fellow they knew
mainly indirectly, poignantly,
and wickedly shot thru
with his insightful humorous scribblings,
plus magnus opus titled
"How do ye do,"
an informal rambling missive bereft
of any subject and
devoid with little clue,
the purpose of said hefty tome
out weighing The Federalist circa: knew
lee after American independence
Papers, written by true
purrs under the pseudonym "Publius"
but great (as a great doorstop), or
alight as tinder for barbeque
since many admirers never
read his text written in Hebrew,
fluency acquired spending
final years he grew
old, since automatic citizenship
granted based on genetic goo
plus Mediterranean climate helped promote
longevity to century his health did hew
thus naturally pronounced philosophy,
where he drew
quite a wide web asper the many
claims Matthew Scott did eschew
to maintain longevity (more
quackery than science), but who
could dispute glorious
principles, not to poo poo
analogous to placebo effect
harmless fervent coping methods,
whether to cure ague
interestingly enough he cited ack hue
puncture for a gamut of physical ills
as well he did advocate chew
wing food (after taking small bites)
until mouthful became pulpy slew
(proponent of Fletcherism), this to
exercise dentures in addition
to maximize stew
pen diss experience of simple
routine eating view
wing thoroughly good (by George)
said quotidian activity grew
tubby spiritual, similarly basic
functions in general did get skew
ward whereby meditation on intrinsic,
metabolic and scholastic
processes to name a few
added a dimension of enhancement prior to
exiting life into frontier mortals can only rue.