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It is of the essence.
Time; it is very precious.
The past affects the future but for now let's focus on the present.
Tense, like the feeling you get when you can't breathe.
Mind, body and soul supposed to be one,
but each is moving at its own speed.
Now it's time to re-evaluate.
To sit and to self reflect.
"Like have you been giving yourself all the love you deserve or are you still in debt?
And the love you receive is it truth?
And the love you receive is it fair?
Is the love you receive built on honesty?
A pure heart that truly loves and cares?"
"And what is it that you have to offer this world,
that you bury so deep inside?
The talents and gifts you've been blessed with, yet always seem to hide.
Is it fear of rejection?
Is it fear of being turned down?
Is it fear of not being good enough?
Is that why your voice never makes a sound?'
Almost like a game of chess.
Each move is well planned and thought out,
but have you ever stopped to think that maybe that's why some things fall out.
So detailed and designed.
Instructed in every way.
Two players, both determined but still only one wins the game.
Patience.
Many of us have some to give but never offer.
Life treats us the same way with ups and downs like a ride on a teeter-totter.
Only to knock one down and in the same breath pick them back up.
But life and time have that in common, it teaches one how to get tough.
Trying to Xscape soft cries and lonely nights.
Singing "Who can I run to?"
Not realizing that the answer is within you.
Do you know who you belong to?
Has anyone ever taught you who you are?
Did you know that you are sons and daughters of the most infinite star?
Made in the image of God who watches over thee.
Your worth goes beyond that of a diamond and of any fancy jewelry.
Your body is a sanctuary.
Your mind, a nugget of gold.
Your soul is your everything,
that not everyone deserves to hold.
Blessings they surround you.
Heaven is forever in your reach.
Self love and self respect are the ways in which you teach..
Teach those around you how to approach.
Teach them not to move on infatuation and not to engross.
Your energy;
It is sacred, always something to hold close.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Do you know who you belong to?"
I hope you find your worth,
and may God continue to guide you.
Form:
I wish to reminisce
Upon the bliss
Of triumph
And the agony
Of tragedy;
Are they not twin and twisted ends
Observed as life occured
In random spurts and trends?
To calculate and gauge his fate
Man did create
The chime of time;
One more illusion born
Inside the mystic mind.
But once accepted
Does become illusion now rejected
And reality's new find.
As time is heard to tock and tick
We do begin to ration it -
Evaluate and allocate
Each tick and tock upon the clock.
Life is lived by few
Observed by many
And understood by none -
Not one!
Though volumes have been written
And creative man is smitten
By the elegance of eloquence
In erudite philosophies
Combined with feeble prophecies;
Man still can only speculate and fabricate
More trendy theories empty of all consequence.
The bard of Avalon
Knew nothing new would ever be
Found underneath the sun;
And though the bard is gone
His truth lives on and on and on.
Man's emotional devotion
To dissecting every notion
Into tiny bits from bigger bits
Until he finds a bit that fits
Within his pre-dissection so prophetic wit of wits,
Has only gained mankind
A loss of nonexistent time.
And in another galaxy
Far, far away,
There is a sweaty desert prophet
Eating crawling things and calling
All inhabitants to suck on worms
And be reborn
In squirmy wormy ritual rebirth.
Their prophet is quite similar to one
Found once upon a time right here on earth.
The Prophet:
"Repent, repent,
Prevent, prevent,
And then repent again;
Then maybe the creator of this hot incinerator
Will awaken His forsaken self, procrastinator
Self, and will begin his job again creating good...forgiving sin.
Now crack this crispy critter's back till flat between your teeth,
There's nothing like a juicy, chewy bug to feed your love;
It tastes a bit like chicken say the bug gourmets beneath
The desert floor who rarely speak to we who live above.
Go save your soul and eat your treat
And I will stay right here to greet
The Son of the Creative One
Who says His work is never done;
But after all He is the Son
Of He who always needs to sleep
And blood can run in blood so deep
Such lazy ways may slowly creep
And leave the Son of One too weak
To carry on the awesome dawn
With all creative juices gone."
More Beautiful With Age?
Do men grow more beautiful ageing?
It may not be fair but seems true,
Some process that’s secretly working
To bring a man’s heart into view.
And women seem openly jealous,
Divining miraculous change,
While counting their wrinkles and skin flaws,
Anticipate worse things downrange.
The male’s role though does have its downsides
Among them are job loss and war,
Through stress we die thirteen years sooner,
And leave behind those we’ve worked for.
But men now approaching their sixties,
Surrender their need to control,
Their chance to advance almost over,
Priority given to soul.
Resigned more to what they’ve accomplished,
Their life’s reputation in hand,
Find time now to reach out to others,
Permission to live off the land.
But women it seems are less happy,
Still struggling to keep things in check,
Their children successfully launched now,
The mothers still fearing shipwreck.
Perhaps it’s the shock of child leaving,
The change much more sudden than man’s,
A man can wind down expectations,
Has more time to rearrange plans.
Why is there a different stature,
This gap between woman and man?
A woman’s life still gets less credit,
Though BOTH wilt in life’s frying pan.
At times it seems all about money
Is anyone happy with that?
If money is life’s final answer
Oh, let me just die in the fat*
There always are men who are scoundrels,
That doesn’t mean all guys are bad,
And women who pop choc’late bonbons,
To punish a world that’s gone mad.
In virtue there’s always decision,
The wise should be happy with that,
There’s one simple truth you can count on,
‘Not easy,’ is life’s caveat.
Disparity is not an answer,
A shipwreck on rocks of life’s shore.
What value there men can be proud of?
Guys! Our gals should be honored more!
Perhaps there are lessons for both here,
A chance to evaluate loss,
Appreciate gifts that are given,
Remind ourselves God is true Boss!
Brian Johnston
August 24, 2014
Poet’s Notes:
* ‘out of the fat and into the fire’ is an English idiom that implies that in trying to
escape a little heat (in the fat - responsibility perhaps) one can fall out of the pan and
wind up directly in the fire (most certainly worse).
Drink of Today
Today will never peek though this portal again
As the Great artist paints the tips of the trees and the unremarkable clouds
a newly created and blended shade of rose
One that has never been seen by my eyes.
My brew of savoury rich hazelnut inspiration
Quietly savoured, slowly, and intentionally sipped
I drink in this new day like it is my last drink before a dry, dessert trek
For this day will never be again!
The purposes of this day must unfold as they will
My plans hopefully, are the plans moulded by the potter
The same Great artist that painted the clouds and treetops
also, painted a lovely blanket of white on the rungs of my deck
And the blades of grass that are
intermingled with the invading war of creeping Charlie being waged through my window
They both seem equal when covered by this shivering white paint
The flowers which refused to give in
are now learning they must submit
to this cold white covering of their radiant glory.
These thoughts will never come again.
These words never quite the same.
Reflections are like the beautiful waves on the beach
They come in, creating new impressions in the sand
But then go out again in a certain uniqueness only to this day.
There will never be a wind that blows in exactly this way again
The crumpling leaves that gently fall to the ground
In colours of red and golden hues will fall where they may
Much like our carefully chosen words
Or like the ones that are sometimes sprayed haphazardly out
Like an unexpected sneeze scattered to interesting places
Control of this day is only an illusion!
We set out with grand and intentional footsteps
Sometimes our steps are ordered to a different trail though the woods
and if you had not been redirected,
there would be that great treasure you would have missed
or important lesson not learned!
Today is open for the taking!
Hang on to it in this moment, ponder, evaluate, criticize, experience, treasure
Hate it if you must…shake your fists at it, in rage
It is yours… so, drink it carefully and ever so slowly
Do not wish it away…
For tomorrow it will be no more
The iron door closed and locked
never again will it be yours.
Grace Daub
November 5, 2021
My Love
I love you much, my love, therefore I beg you
Give me that which till today, nobody have asked you
Don’t puzzle, I hope, you’ll help me in this regard
Best beloved and well wishers have supplied essentials
Of lovers always if we turn back too pages of history
Don’t worry; I'm not hurting you demanding your life
Your assets, requires you much rather than to me
I don’t care darling what other guys evaluate upon my asking
Because I don’t see more valuable things than that
Which can easily, you can offer me
Even it doesn't hold any cost just some dedications
Which till today no one has dared to offer?
I love you heartily so I want to take stand in this regard
Projecting out as if in the hill some inscriptions in ridges
To draw the attraction of demonstrators
Don’t afraid, I’m not wishing you to make you show piece
To others at you or my cost, you’re my every thing
Why should I believe you in that easy way?
Definitely my intuition invokes me from within
You will offer me that instinct for my pleasure
Cause, I've noticed in your bright appearance
Deliverance of love is in different mode
Your juvenile desiring to oblige somewhere in the custom
I believe, as we are reared in the same village
In the same brink of the river.
Many times we have rained with completely
Our cows and herds also could not differ them
Swollen brooklets have helped us to unite body
Catching in hand hugging you and adding your body with mine
While crossing you know we used to become one
You can guess your feeling would have crossed the height of Himalayas
To understand, what body wants to be done?
Your drowned eyes and dropping down drops of water
Used to provoke effort
Beyond that down through the throat, running paths for drenched water
Was explicitly witness, the curved part would be seizing more for that
As a trunk of elephant’s those beautiful thighs
Used to give witnessing purity ascribe for judgement of love
Slowly, crossing plain, stepping towards hills and
Demarcation of two grassy lanes, when used to welcome
To separate, I know my pinches would cleave you
With high breathe. My love, I love you, I confirmed my decision to you.
I had been in a deep dream, searching for a lost puppy
When the clanging alarm startled me to reality
The clear images fading like a burning photograph
Then, a desperate sense of unrecoverable loss
Lying on a couch, the beacon clock, clicking my heartbeat
With no desire in facing the awaiting mundane day
My aching back, reminds me of a night of stooped typing
And my dry mouth, of the many vodka inspirations
Opening my eyes, the room is semi aglow with dawn
Turning, I meet the scrutinizing eyes of porcelain frogs
Sliding roughly to a difficult sitting arrangement
Reaching for a bottle of room temperature water
My tongue dampened, I lean back to remember the reason
Why did I need to be shaken from my unconscious state?
Work, yes, that essential means to maintain my existence
Would I be teaching high school mathematics, English, or science?
Rising to my feet and in route the coffee maker
Now noticing the radio playing in the milieu
Earthquake, fire, shootings, political scandal, and weather
The essentials for the complex human news equation
Leaning over a large bed, I kiss my sleeping wife's brow
Patting the dog’s head, continuing to the master’s bath
Later, while adjusting my suspenders, my wife reminds
Lunch is in the refrigerator, don’t forget the trash
On the short commute, through a cold northwest drizzling rain
I evaluate my current role as middle aged
Spending each day killing time, while crawling toward the finish
In my castle of souvenirs and faded memories
Mowing an endless lawn and shoveling tons of compost
The whisper of worry in my ears, about debt and health
Watching my wife grow old and pets slowly age until death
I laugh, at what seems like, the pure senselessness of it all
During my day, I continue to ponder while teaching
Looking into the young faces of my eager students
They are filled with the exciting beginning of new lives
Far from comprehending the classic middle aged crisis
In the evening, within the walls of my cozy cave
The television news professing the Armageddon
My loving wife sleeping off dinner in her recliner
I freshen my drink and am silently thankful for her
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
You may remain as COVERT as the OVERT
As this new paradigm I introduced during this act of the attainment
For soldier mine the cyber of the cyber force
Would tricky be if being assumed for benefit of the mankind
Retain the quantity of units for the race of yours
Each human Gremlin would be too much bother
And many Gremlins dead appear to be
All that we want is that we do achieve the system
In where pressuring of the majority is CEASED
These Gremlins could have had another title
For their function to determine their address
In time of mass delusions of the function
This sets the very BASIS for DEFENSE
Assessed by mechanisms
Of greatly higher order
Yourself wouldn't be happy to appear coherent
And thus from this one valid the standpoint
We starts the new and competent the PERT
Program Evaluation and ASSESSMENT TECHNIQUE
Does from this simple point ASSESS
YOUR PICK
Choices choices humans make
Likes and comments their new craick
CRaick IN IrSIH IS THE FUN
This addresses the the PUN
Life exists in their minds
For their satisfaction
Entitled and the stupid
Undergo the penetration
Let's achieve the proper logic
Let's the find a way
It isn';t that much difficult
HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY
Go my Gremlins
Do the job
I will do the part
Imagine what we had achieved
IF NFT OUR ART?
Topology wise sense I produce
Would encapsulate this way?
I oughtta assume I am eligible to kill
For this this the offense you pay?
What's US cyber force uniform and decorations
You reckon that we will employ
These dorks and schizos
TO define the this
AND LIASONS
Due the political correctness?
Since I am within my LT COL
am GENERAL THE BRIGADIER
of my BRIGADE
and IF I ate
I ate the food
and not the stupid figure on the board
the day when real life ain't game
ruins delusion of yours
to point
it is the real and the true the sense
vs all those people who comprise the CENSus
your own brain is sorta COIN
and you evaluate this way
you're ugly and mind ill the moron
I will remember the ASHTRAY
How can I say what is on my heart
A heart that grew up on a farm day and night
It beat with respecting others
Our black neighbor was as loved as the white
What we are seeing today is beyond this
It seems clear the inequality every hour
Satan is running around uncontrolled
Don't laugh, he seeks to devour
We have the power to control through devout prayer,
But with prayer we have to see where we are
What is our role in respect towards one another?
We have a voice to others near and far.
The pandemic of Coronavirus has only begun--
Our nation weakened with health fear
Crowds moved in with violence on mind
When country is weak both far and near
Citizens vulnerable - those without jobs or health
Leadership seems reactive rather than pro-active.
Burning buildings, looting struggling businesses
Outsiders shooting setting fires harming how others live
Police brutality is horrible with acts of hatred seen
It is different today because all can see;
Over and over and over-again and again; Fear abounds
Perhaps, turn off your Google; turn off TV
We can imagine what Lincoln or Reagan or Roosevelt
Or Obama would do to silence the masses;
The Coronavirus brought in to our country more
than a killer virus; it brought in lost businesses,
Fine vulnerable persons-all races-flattened
Without means of finances, food or voice--
Wake up America, be careful of your vote but vote
It is your gift. Study carefully your choices.
Millions of dollars wasted on useless rhetoric--
Commercials played repeatedly ad nauseum
Hunger abounds; they want to win but why for what?
Study to carefully know yourself and them,
Support your police, encourage the fine servants
Who are under attack because of a few with violence
We have a wonderful country-USA-so do your part
Pray to the Almighty, evaluate your role from here hence.
Not many can go back to the farm’s life of yesteryear,
But we can work for equality: white, red, brown, black, yellow
Are suffering, too. Some of us are living on a shoestring
Be alert to love God and our neighbors as ourselves.
- Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
Medida de sucesso
Na vida e nos negócios,
a medida do êxito
é o quanto construímos uma cultura
uma maneira de prosperar e viver juntos.
Na vida e nos negócios,
a medida do êxito acontece
quando podemos observar e dizer:
Isso era bom,
era inclusivo, era gentil, era inovador,
conseguiu realizar os sonhos
de tantas pessoas
quanto foram aquelas
que abraçaram o trabalho.
Na vida
e nos negócios,
a medida do êxito
é criar,
abraçar
e propagar
o melhor programa
de combate à pobreza,
de distribuição de renda
e uma educação de classe mundial.
As medidas do Sucesso
[...] você pode dividir idéias em quatro quadrantes alinhados com risco e recompensa.
[...] 60% do tempo devem ser esforços para construir uma cultura uma maneira de prosperar e viver juntos.
20% do tempo [...] devem ser destinados para avaliar e observar para ser capaz de dizer:
Isso era bom,
era inclusivo, era gentil, era inovador,
conseguiu realizar os sonhos
de tantas pessoas
quanto foram aquelas
que abraçaram o trabalho.
15% [...] do tempo devem ser esforços para construir e testar aprendizados rápidos.
Criar,
abraçar
e propagar
o melhor programa
de combate à pobreza,
de distribuição de renda
e uma educação de classe mundial.
5% [...]do tempo devem ser esforços no "revolucionário", as coisas que ninguém está fazendo.
Measures of Success
[...] you can divide ideas into four quadrants aligned with risk and reward.
[...] 60% of the time should be efforts to build a culture a way to thrive and live together.
20% of the time [...] should be intended to evaluate and observe to be able to say:
This was good,
was inclusive, gentle, innovative,
was able to achieve the dreams
of so many people
how many were those
who embraced the work.
15% [...] of the time should be efforts to build and test rapid learning.
Create,
hug
and propagate
the best program
the fight against poverty,
of income distribution
and a world-class education.
5% [...] of the time should be efforts in the "revolutionary" things that no one is doing.
To evaluate my own behavior
from an objective angle
How many rooms
has the emperor?
Enthusiasm and passion
an escape from reality
Meditation in a labyrinth
They have fascinated people
ever since ancient times
A place to get lost,
challenges in the uncertain
inner discomfort, self-reflection
and stress management
Wander restlessly around
in a comprehensive trail system
Trying to find focus,
turn the loss into victory
It's not as easy as it sounds
Fear, swirling and sweat
You live but are not completely sure
how or why
To be deprived
all free tickets in life
The entrance is our birth,
the walk is life
exit is death
***
01.11.2020
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