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Deja vu
Always without expectation, some instinct prevails,
opening with uncanny coincidence....
Ambiguous recollections... earmarking telltale, immediate recognition
Overshadowing reality, ... unleashing mysterious awareness
What explains the intriguing familiarity, obscuring conventional understanding?
With a tangible energy pulsing into places of the unconscious present,
a look, emotion, memory, inkling, hovers over, with unmistakable similarity,
and the experience, has intriguing, quite obtuse conclusions,
unaccountable happenings....abstract, without explanation,
strangely insightful, not obvious, somewhat undefined
While, all strange emotions will intrigue the orthodox,
Fascination undermines reason...alluring me, enthusiastically
to invite the offered baffling uncertainty
Here's a simple experience, maybe intuition's memory, outside the usual
Mysterious acquaintance without explanation
Be intrigued.... recognize omnipresence
which unravels rigid assumptions......while entertaining the imagination
This overwhelms convention. Unlike the antiquated, let's embrace these
incredulous things of life, .......unexplored
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For David William's Contest: Con-Vow
She conjured what she wanted
Visualizing it and expecting it
Others scoffed, but she blocked their laughs
Her dendrite field was in touch with a heart that believed
One chance in a million a grumpy chicken said in Chicken Run.
“There IS a chance then,” the optimistic chicken said.
As soon as she stopped laughing, she realized it was her mantra
There is always a chance.
It is the believing that brings it.
You can manifest whatever you can see
She saw a lot, and was not disappointed
Living her life with optimism, positivity and hope.
Not hearing the grumbles and gripes of those
Who did not understand or believe in faeries
or know how to visualize; she was too busy
attaining, loving, and being enthusiastically herself
to notice what others were doing.
Look at the spring meadows
with their lilies and sunflowers,
they are glad to be what they are...
swaying while they are being
kissed by the stunning butterflies
be like them and start living
life fully: find sunshine and lips to kiss...
dispel the notion that this is bizarre!
See yourself in the reflection of mine,
if our past wasn't that thrilling and promising:
we can change it or erase it anytime
by reinventing ourselves and start sharing!
There's no other bluer sky than ours,
yesterday it wasn't bright as theirs...
making us lose our faith and joy in everything
we promised each other with doubtless feeling!
Start living fully,
don't get stuck between the odds
and suddenly freeze;
whoever said that making bad choices
never brings a regret?
Start planning future days
with a realistic vision and appease
your ego...going forward enthusiastically,
not mending the broken piece of the past!
She was a force to be reckoned with, outgoing, delightfully assertive, powerful, well-respected.
Her business was human resources.
She was the company expert. We could not have functioned without her.
She matched people to careers as smoothly as seven minute icing goes onto a cake.
She had a reputation as the go-to-person for any and every relationship dilemma we could throw her way, and we threw them all to her.
She caught them and laughed, making mincemeat of them.
She was loving and caring, a brick in the company.
She kept things together.
She kept the peace,
She kept dendrite records that made the paper ones look feeble.
She would do anything to help you, and with the most positive attitude in the world.
She enthusiastically restored hope in people who felt helpless.
She taught people how to be resilient.
She never burdened us with her problems.
She did not talk about herself.
She left them at home.
With her gun,
And her
Bullets
And her
Plans.
A woman
Alone.
Not even
A cat.
She thought we could easily replace her,
But she was dead wrong.
If you want to discover pure joy and innocence…
far removed from fortune and fame
sit in the stands and pay attention at a child’s baseball game.
You’ll watch little ones strike out on three pitches…
but leave the batter’s box without a pout…
smiling and waving to their family…finding joy in striking out.
You’ll watch those same little ones get a hit
and with an identical smiles on their faces
enthusiastically wave to their families
as they run around the bases.
They play the field the same way…
without a second thought
smiling as the ball is hit in their direction…
whether they catch that ball…or not!
You’ll see children playing with the same joy when they do well…
or when it’s an error that they make.
They play with the same joy when they are perfect…
as they do when they make a mistake.
It makes one wonder if that innocent joy they feel
is imbedded in their young chromosomes…
allowing them to smile whey they strike out…
or when they’re rounding third and heading home.
Yes…sit in the stands at a child’s baseball game
and you will suddenly become aware…
their joy is not in how they do…their joy is in being there.
And you’ll realize joy doesn’t need to be tied
to fortune or to fame…
and it will you make you want to treat your life…
like a child’s baseball game.
Delicately done my friend
I watch your busy hands
Tending to little ones who are hurting
Cuddling them in unabashed ways
Encouraging them
Loving them
Soft spoken friend of all
Sharing your lap and your arms
Bringing your love and faith to the little ones
Brightening their day with a smile and a hug
Showing your faith
Not through words
But through deeds
Expecting no applause or acclaim
Silently helping people daily
Sharing your own joy
Enthusiastically tending to those
Unfortunates sometimes shunned by others
Your spirit is marvelous.
Showing your kind soul.
I am proud to call you friend.
We are extremely lucky…some would say blessed
from this moment looking back into our family tree
to be a part of a beautifully large and varied extended family.
When looking at our family…due to natural circumstances, we openly defy
the current reigning political philosophy…meaning…our family is DEI.
We come from a variety of backgrounds, experiences and identities…
Look at us and you’ll see…
We are the embodiment…the epitome…the definition of diversity.
We see everyone in our family as equals…this we happily proclaim…
meaning when it comes to every member of our family…
we love them all the same.
We love, respect and support each other…through joy and adversity…
We accept new members with open arms
happy to welcome them into our family…
And we do our best to help each family member understand…
how everyone has worth…
and how our extended family…extends out across the Earth.
How it is up to us as a family…to be kind and gentle with every kind of folk
to fight injustices where and when we see them…
Yes, we proudly say…our family’s WOKE!
The governor of Florida…for reasons only he knows why…
has repeated time and time again that Florida is where WOKE goes to die.
It’s a certain political philosophy he is trying hard to sell…
but if our family (and so many families like ours) are any indication
WOKE is alive here…and doing well.
So I have news for you governor…and all who think like you:
your particular intolerant philosophy: we enthusiastically defy.
because diversity, equality, and inclusion are not dead…
look around you…they will never die.
My health is back; I am almost normal
I had been in the bowels of depression
after eight weeks of shingles that took me out and shook me
I saw my friends yesterday, for the first time
Seeing them is a great way to generate poem ideas
Their stories are always funny and spicy.
My grandchildren came over last week.
They were so glad to see me alive and healthy
After a hiatus that seemed to last ten years!
I am drawing cartoons, and painting in my studio.
It waited for me, happily, ready to give me joy
Whenever I was ready.
I picked up a dictionary yesterday and began
Looking for new words. I have a word list all over a page.
They are ready when I am ready.
In the meantime I am back in my studio drawing
Faeries, witches, cats, dragons, and pirate ships.
My health is so great, I dare you to make me walk that plank.
I dare you to try and get my goat.
I dare you to irritate me. My health is back!
I am enthusiastically me again. Splash.
Poetry. Elusive. Mystery.
Struggling to form a steady flow
Created by feelers in the know.
Splendid wordsmith, do you see?
It is up to us, my prolific friend
To ensure this art form will never end
Missives seldom understood completely
At a feeling level, relate with a zing.
Straight as a pin into your heart string.
Poetry, old friend, elusive. Mystery.
Within your power forgotten emotions hide
The creator forms a bond with the reader that ties deep inside
Prolific word player, oh, don’t you see?
You have no control, deniability or choice?
As did not Coleridge, Shakespeare, Poe or Joyce
Poetry calls to our souls, makes us happy, you see
Our best friend is within, a romantic muse
She takes care of our needs, obliterates confuse
Splendid wordsmith, do you see?
The plethora of words that form in front of thee?
They dance, laugh and shriek, uninhibited, joyfully
We let them have the reins, enthusiastically
Recognizing the primal need for poetry
I once played high school football…I even wrestled on their mat
but I was never a first class athlete…and I am comfortable with that.
My exploits in both fields will never be well known
but when it came to sports in general…I like to think I held my own.
Which is why when Deborah suggested we go bowling…
when she initially planted the seed
I thought, I’m coordinated enough at 66, and enthusiastically agreed.
And despite the fact we hadn’t been bowling since 1989
I thought, given my confidence and physical ability, I was going to shine.
I know I’m not as strong as I used to be, but after tying up my shoes
most balls were much too heavy…so I chose one the children use.
“Isn’t that ball a little light?” Deborah asked, (what was that a psyche?)
I ignored her veiled rebuke and concentrated on my strike.
My feet were planted, I lined it up and was mystified and appalled
when my first roll of my first frame became a gutter ball.
My confidence was quickly waning
I wondered: Is this what the bowling Gods have wrought?
“I think you want to knock the pins down?” Deborah smirked
as I lined up my second shot.
It seemed my brain and arms were at odds with one another
they weren’t working together at all
and when I rolled my second shot…
another gutter ball.
I improved and was eventually satisfied with my result…
although I found it hard to gauge.
Is it golf or is it bowling where it’s good to score your age?
No matter…I got a little better as each game did unfold
and here is what I learned the more and more we bowled:
I may not be the greatest athlete…no crowds…no adulation
but I still can have a lot of fun…once I accept my limitations.
And when Deborah asked, “Will we be back?” I said, “Of course we would.
We may never be great bowlers…but we make these shoes look good!”