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What do you dote on?
Who do you dote with, if anyone?
"Dote" is an old-time word for ruminate,
to dwell on and within,
to become absorbed by and with.
Then there is also "antidote".
Let's imagine that our massive events and entertainment media
were to merge into an eventertainment industry,
hypnotised and hypnotising
to dote on negative alarming events
in which we pathologize ourselves and others
victims in some intensely dissonant way,
suffering anthro-doting mis-creations
not yet present when multimedia creator god
looked and saw that we should
could
would prefer to smell and look and feel good,
or at least better.
This way of empathizing with vicarious others
stepping into our co-awareness of emotive/cognitive humanity,
discovering both my and our darker
fear and anger identities
as victims of eco-political anti-dotage abuse and neglect,
trauma and terrifying apathy
Doting on dissociation from negative disvalues
against organic life
and sacred love
may also co-arise associative antidotes
Reverent wonder and revered awe
recovering sacred integrity
rediscovering organic synergy
uncovering frightening and angry dotage antidotes
Peace restoring
empowering multi-mediating gods and goddesses
hunting healthy ways
and gathering wealthy means
for images
made of childhood daydreams
Curious and courageous stories
fracturing fearful crevices and angry cracks
anti-doting peaceful healing justice
fragrant with lemon-scented mercy,
lavender of love's promise
in four-dimensional fully organic spectral color
following outlines of days when healthy therapeutic news was sunrise good
and sunset bad,
but all agreed,
normatively good was green below with blue above
in yellow light
from which we came to champion dote through each night
or free of fear day bright.
If we are victim doters
then antidoting virtuous too
to see full color stretching identities
of me through organic you
within each of time's regeneratively bilateral antidotes,
both victim and larger self-potentiating virtues,
curiously co-redemptive powers
cooperating our more positive psychology,
evaporating our too negative multi-unmediated dotage,
ruminating our wiser win/win experiments together,
amply covered by pronoia's poetic
non licentious license.
Sizzling Surprises
I’m ruminating here on this promenade of sizzling surprises.
I’m sitting here, watching the living denizens walk on by.
None of these sentient beings ever look at me,
Never see or acknowledge me, not for one second,
Never say even one word to me, as I sit half dead here,
On this hardened beaten park bench.
Just watching and wondering why the heck they don’t look at me.
Ah, there’s a young lady, just sat down across from me,
On the bench over there, a dozen purposeful strides away.
Hey honey, look over here. I’m an old dude still walking the earth;
You know, like you and everyone else; I’m just looking at you,
I mean no harm, really. Just checking you out, as a half-dead man would,
Desperately, with no conscience or inward analysis.
Just looking at your slender svelte legs, crossed like pretzels in the sun,
And I am thinking and wondering why you don’t look at me.
Is it because I’m an old dude, with one foot in the grave?
Is it because you’re afraid to encounter another human being, face to face?
A human who has seen the fortunes and misfortunes of a long life.
A human man who can create a masterpiece of sizzling surprises,
Just for you, all in a matter of five astonishing minutes!
Oh, for God’s sake!
Stop staring at your cellphone and look over here, just for ten seconds!
I’m an old dude still walking the earth,
And I could teach you a thing or two about living,
About connecting and responding and empathizing,
About turning your mono-vision away from yourself, and your narcissism.
Just for ten seconds, try to see the loneliness of another sentient being;
You know, like me and everyone else here; I’m just looking at you,
I mean no harm, really. Just want to connect, as I once did with the young ladies,
Long ago under this same sizzling sun, up there,
Long ago when I sought those same sizzling surprises that I seek now,
And the sucking maelstrom of intense pleasures I could conjure up for you,
All in a matter of five astonishing minutes!
I've seen you through a past sunrise; sunshine.
You are like heat, warm to indulge in
Identify you, connect with you, and more.
Living in a world that is filled with poetry
Opening the skies is possible with just one kiss
Writing side-by-side continuously.
Intoxicated with illusions, swept away in seconds
In a separate universe, a different existence
I carry a pen that is a secret to my soul
Hidden in the recesses of thoughts.
A small gap, but worlds apart.
Two souls secretly filling a pool with thoughts
Allowing ourselves to be swept away by words.
Dominating the mind to chase and suit my mood
Allowing myself to take pleasure in your addiction
Writing 'WITH' throughout the years
You are the crush I can write endless stories about.
The rush of wild dreams, kind words, pouring like rain
Understanding and empathizing with each other's pain
Physically I can't hold you, but mentally, you hold a place.
You shine like a star when I'm in need
A simple hello opens the door, I've kept shut
Only you can intrude every year since we crossed pens
Imagine a lifetime captured by silence
Slowly trying to create words,
Outlining the shape of your thoughts
A crush, unwrinkled and without complaints.
~~~ By P.D.
Oh, that desperate ache
Each day that wakes
And that secret chamber of my
Beating heart occupied by your
Humble words were written for me
And captured my gaze
I see you across the painful horizon
But I still focus my eyes on
What my heart instantly felt
At the moment our connection melted
Into my searching soul
And made me almost whole
So do I consider myself a stalker
A Gawker or just a shy talker
Afraid to show this crush
Just how much I crave to touch
What seems untouchable
Is it really meant for me
So still I silently hover like
Another unfulfilled lover
As I pray she glances my way
And that smile that's lost
In all the weary miles
Breaks forth and blesses my day
~~~ Carl F.
I can recall vivid memories of my life, which is beautifully woven & treasured in the locket of my heart:
I can recall my school life where there were lots of fun & learning..
~No disrespect for teachers & disobedience.
I wish could travel back to school days possessing pure age of innocence....
I can recall my childhood days when there were no introduction of computer's and smart phones...
~No crimes due to social media.
I can recall those times when there were lots of love among family members ...
~No issues of sibling rivalry and domestic violence.
I can remember those times when people were caring for animals by being less selfish...
~No thoughts of encroachment,No business ideas.
I can remember those wonderful days where family members sat together and chit-chatted face to face..
~No influence of technologies.
I can remember those days where we all played outdoor & indoor games with friends & families..
~No passing time with strangers online.
I can remember those days where we loved savouring delicious home made foods.
~No craze for fancy foods ,No complaints.
I can reminisce those times where we listened to parents & elders with lots of patience.
~No hatred,No cross- questions,less arguments.
I can reminisce those days where there were elated arranged marriages as well as love marriages.
~No conviction of extra-marital affairs & less cases of divorce.
I reminisce those days when everyone felt to appreciate each other talents & skills.
~No discrimination ,No cunningness.
I reminisce those days when people were empathizing without any expectations.
~No greed ,No fake perceptions.
2-5-2020
~DEEPA~
*Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2 - Poetry Contest*
Title chosen:The Last Good days of Innocence
Sponsor-Edward Ibeh
Partnering with hotels all across the planet.
Cendyn helps so trip organizers can plan it.
Managing data and guest information.
So travelers can plan their best vacation.
Aiding resorts in dozens of nations.
Boosting their online reputations.
Creating great proposals for best perception.
Getting visitors in the hotel guest reception.
Managing displays online of the menus.
From cell phones visitors can peruse.
Guests can easily see what dining to choose.
Relying only on costly paper displays will amuse.
Merging with competition to boost the hotel industry.
Fighting for deals will be a thing of NextGuest history.
Working with resellers like Amadeus.
Delivering the services on behalf of us.
We hear the struggles from COVID closures.
Of hotel employees facing varied exposures.
Our contacts have been wearing many hats.
As we’ve learned from our checkup chats.
We are here to help them weather the storm.
Adjusting our postures and changing our form.
Making changes together to adapt and stay strong.
Collaborating to make the relationships last long.
We are not completely out of the weeds.
But we’ve been cultivating dynamic seeds.
We’ve taken a hit and weathered the pain.
Empathizing the hotel challenges to maintain.
Using the tools to outsmart a global recession.
Helping resort staff handle their role succession.
Reaching customers to get dynamic outcomes.
By collaborating to reel in some profitable sums.
Last year we cried poverty but now we cry for joy.
Helping staff play with the tools as if it’s just a toy.
Innovating for the future and adapting to the fight.
Only success for Cendyn and clients is what’s in sight.
People surround until they stop expecting……...the upright stands alone…an intelligent walks alone……moral and ethics struggle to prove themselves right……friends and relatives are born disguised competitors…smiling faces burn inside……money is all that allures, attracts, builds and shreds!
The purpose of living has some how changed. Sadly love, need, relations and satisfaction just have one synonym and we call it ‘Money’!
Just opened my eyes and looked around.
To see relations and loved ones surround.
Warmth and love galore a protective enshroud.
To the relations _ my treasures I bowed.
Powered emotions hazed out the vividness to decode.
Seeking requite bleeds as most excruciating pain to hound?
Smiling faces, comforting gestures confound.
Meaning of life, someday somebody may expound.
Altruistic and empathizing hands of those who smilingly crowned.
Laughs and gags of illusive friends abound.
Sinking heart still eager as sleuth – hound.
Ability to serve the greed _ monetary worth redounds.
Disquiet feelings are profound.
Greed is love and money impounds.
Magic of money is spell bound.
Meaning of life astounds.
WORD REFERENCE:
Sleuth – hound: an eager investigator
Altruistic – unselfish
Astound – Surprise
Impound – Seize and take legal custody
Profound – Very great or intense.
Redound - Contribute greatly to (a person's credit or honour)
Hound – Scare
Abound – Exist in large number
Expound - Present and explain (a theory or idea) in detail.
Confound - Cause confusion in (someone), especially by not according with their expectations.
Enshroud – Envelop completely and hide from view.
Disquiet - A feeling of worry or unease
Bobbing my head.
Tapping my foot.
Swaying my head.
Mouthing out lyrics.
Humming melodies.
Seeming to enjoy top 40 pop hits.
Something rips out the headphone,
previously lodged into my ear.
Ow.
I look up,
Brad standing above me.
Headphone in his hand.
Villainous grin across his face.
A weird look glides my face.
His headphone gets shoved in my ear.
As my mind realizes the sudden assault,
the sound engulfs me.
Swallows me whole.
Transports me to a place I’ve never been.
Encased in a bubble.
Encompassed in a world,
I didn’t know existed.
My mind can’t register anything,
besides the music.
Completely oblivious to the outside world.
Symphonies of sound,
explode in my ears.
I close my eyes.
Taking in the music,
focusing on the lyrics.
Rocking back and forth.
A smile creeping onto my face.
The song slowly comes to an end.
The artificial world I created,
disintegrated before my ears.
The temporary escape,
was deceased.
Like a family member you didn’t know too well.
You never got to fully understand them,
till it’s too late.
“Did you like it?
The bands called Panic! At The Disco,”
Brad inquests.
I nod my head affirmatively.
He smirks,
as he places the metallic cd player onto my bed.
He exits the room.
I shove the headphones,
quickly into my ears.
Starting the cd again,
letting it soak into my mind.
Surprisingly finding utmost pleasure,
in something so simplistic.
I focus more into the lyrics,
not necessarily knowing the meaning.
While I listen,
I escape.
Tears prick my cheeks.
Empathizing with the emotion and distress in Brendon’s voice.
“WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being
black, educated and female.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or
denomination you belong too.
It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does
not represent “I can because I am free.”
Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability?
It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow
woman.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.
It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.
It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.
The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves brothers and sisters
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will
be” a “Sad Day” in America.
copyright@2006 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
Maui Wildfires
Miracle Man
8-16-2023
Loved ones lost, others perhaps, forever missing,
and from this disaster some rush to place blame.
Try empathizing with others and abstain from dissing,
lend a helping hand as their lives they reclaim.
To awake one morning and see life’s work disappear,
when no thought was present that this might occur.
Things may possibly be worse than they now appear,
and seeing life beyond this moment, is possibly, a blur.
God allows things to happen, nothing without reason,
and all things are not for mankind to understand.
But I pray for a healing to come in God’s due season,
and pray for hurting people to cling to God’s hand.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 KJV
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Reminiscing past helps to remember;
thinking past events helps to remember
how simple acts brought people together;
Those past acts helped them at their crisis hours.
Timely past actions helped at crisis hours.
Heard their woes, truly tried to dry their tears.
Listening intently equips to know,
Listening attentively helps to know
issues from their perspectives somehow.
Empathizing in a sensitive way,
And yet being aware of woes wise way
will solve their misery, won't fill with dismay.
They wish someone should hear untold stories
justly before uprooting their worries.
~X~X~X~
Blues Sonnet
The defining features of the Blues Sonnet are:
• A quatorzain made up of 4 triplets and a heroic couplet.
• Oddly metric, in iambic pentameter.
This is in contrast to the usual blue stanza which is
accentual, with a more folksy rhythm.
• Rhymed, rhyme scheme AAa BBb CCc DDd ee.
• It is composed of 4 Blues Stanzas, L1 statement,
L2 incremental repetition of L1, and L3 is a climactic
parallel of the first 2 lines.
• Pivot or volta should be in the last triplet and
ends in a declamatory couplet.
Reference:: https://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/blues-sonnet/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resource at Poets COLLECTIVE Site.