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Dig a hole in the ground
Keep digging deep down
So the echo won’t slip
because your goal is to scream,
Scream loud to ease the pain inside
The dirt on your hands
is the sin
That you have been carrying around
Somehow you kept holding on
now freedom is what you seek
Fading memories is your dream
But what happens after you scream?
Yes,you feel a bit at peace
Yet the feeling you get makes you bitter and sweet.
You have been carrying this weight on your feet
feeling the heat,
Blood flowing through your veins;
Love turned into hate and trust into fear
So after all are you really at PEACE?
Days later,
you go on with your everyday life,
growing weary and cold
Then the battle with your mind begins
Because digging is no longer your escape
Your own fear has captured you in a cage
So you write it down on paper,
Not in pencil but in pen
Because there are no mistakes
That can be erased (erasing parts in your life)
What’s done is done
And your shame cannot be wiped away
Once again you fight in the flesh,
all you want is peace
And a resting place
Yet you seek no one but yourself.
When considering a favorite teacher or professor, immediately, one high school teacher and one college professor come to mind.
Since I have to choose one of them, I am leaning toward the professor.
Mine was a small college and my history professor was a large man
physically. He was well learned and the founder and president of
The college. Nevertheless, as an authority figure, he was very
Approachable.
In a larger sense, as head of a Christian college, he was not only the defender of the faith, but also a discerner of negative attitudes, mindsets, and a defender of minorities. He established in my mind the necessity of building protective shields to give an adversary second thoughts about an attack. I was also inspired by the way
He used communion to unify and create a bond at the small college.
It was very clear to me that my history class was not just about
The studies of yesterday but about the everyday life of today which in essence makes for a better history that is being formed presently by the current generation.
10172019PoSoupContest,My Favorite professor,Chantelle Cooke,3P
The manner of this speech gives you such a sense of depths below the well in the passage & I’m sure you’ve much to drink with a borrowed stomach. What’s scarier is that you’ve found yourself in the yellow house in the clouds again, by the quick effect of the wet wind coming in, you’re moved in another direction.
That voice under the water seems to caress
any description of the backyard grave
& you wait for alarm or remonstrance
that has died on his lips at the hotel.
Now, you’re familiar with the bubbles
& the face as a chance of annihilation.
I know the world is full of chaos here
but out of this,
I create my senses: hearing, seeing, touching,
smelling, & tasting
for the beauty of everyday life.
Your choleric frankness of their commons causing you
to be feared at bottom, where the mind is a factory of activator.
There isn't a home I can go to to feel at home
At least not now... if not ever
Might there be a better place to feel unknown
When in a world I know too well to feel lesser
Do I need to run away?
For myself... from myself?
The world is no more but a place to stay
Because the world is richer without any wealth
Let the world know why don't you
That you won't and not cannot follow
Because too long it takes to 'knew'
That everyday life is over for tomorrow
Even experience cannot teach you enough
The oldest man can have the oldest lie
And the young is not smarter to not understand what was asked
The middle ages sits but in between and sighs
I do want to go home to feel at home
At least for now... if ever
Might there be a better place to feel unknown?
In this world to have known too well to feel lesser
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When I mention my morning meditation practice,
many respond with wishes and hopes
they could
would
should discipline themselves
to also join in to this practice
practice
praxis
until fragmented uncommunicative ego/ecosystems
finally get life resiliently realistically right
more than ego-narcissistically wrong.
But this,
I ego-think and eco-feel,
reverses what is a more centrally profound point
of ZeroZone cosmic-organic view.
Everyday life is already our active meditation
which we Win/Lose unpractice,
Business As Usual LoseLose dis-practice
praxis
until we hope to get us egoWin-ecoWin
interdependently healthy right
more than pathologically diseased wrong.
Lord knows i'm not strong on titles.' But this man did something most vital.'
By founding the ( free speach union! )
That is a needed buffer midst current
Con-fusion; a light in the darkness that
attempts to destroy, any vestige of sanity
That encouraged a Britain great, it seeded
Egalitys and fostered a spirit, the whole
World turned to, and brought much joy.'
So much that Respect replaced an empire
As the title, the free west was born' there
Was at least the hope, of human
amity amidst regrettable war clashes,
one bright example not least.' was the re-unifiying
of the German Nation
As old protaganists shrugged off
the dead ashes.' Yet despite the peoples efforts and the wish to live im peace. There
Were tratiors in the upper chambers who
Willed to build again the beast.' It would happen in 2020..Many would have to mourn' lhe loss of
friendships first, then familiy members in 2026 it is still being borne, there is the attack on sustainable
Living.' Upon climate; on good food'
every aspect of everyday life, yet also we see awakening ( which the F S U ) embodies rude, in all this tangled
strife ' if any wish to make
A difference in the life of the world as a whole
, do not guess.' Give your support to
This free speach union i say in this
extreme pass; the record of
Great British history; could truly expect
nothing
Less.!
A is for Aster dancing in the wind
B is for Begonia as many as you can find
C is for Cornflower adorning a maiden’s hair
D is for Dandelion waving in the air
E is for English Daisy shining silver along the brook
F is for Fairy Wings kept in granny’s book
G is for Geranium in our pretty garden
H is for Hollyhock atop the Afghan’s turban
I is for Impatiens a carpet beneath the tree
J is for Jewelweed visited by the bee
K is for Kalimeris white as the snow
L is for Lily that in the church glow
M is for Marigold all over the hills
N is for Naranjilla without any frills
O is for Orchids that the pretty lady got
P is for Pansy drawn on the riverside yacht
Q is for Quail bush bright in the summer sun
R is for red rose in the senora’s bun
S is for Sunflower thousands in the field
T is for Tailflower out of its shield
U is for Uncarina deep in Madagascar
V is for Verbascum shaped like a star
W is for Wisteria soft as satin dress
X is for Xyris which grows without a fuss
Y is for yew fresh as spring dew
Z is for Zinnia that once in the yard grew
These flashes of colours in our everyday life
Gives meaning to that endless strife
1/03/13
By- Tahera Mannan
The power of its empire’s influence once shook history from its feet
the number one world olive oil producer;
the home to the world’s largest tomato fight
and sits at the top in organ donation.
A country with a wordless national hymn
housing a cloud-kissing building with no automated climber;
a top seed in the accumulation of city bars
and in the preservation of an ancient language.
Neutrality-its stand point during the global wars
and the first importer of useful vegetables to the continent.
The seat being the only manifestation of its automobile hands
and a member of the global leaders in the production of saffrons.
Shakes hands with France through the pyrenes
diffusing a myth it first accommodated the modern man.
Concerned on the call girls to make them
share uniform-identity with highway workers
and globally popularized by conflicts of two great cities,
both in sports and in everyday life.
Much interest showers the sunflower seeds.
A bar kept clean speaks against itself.
Above all, its dynamic might lies majorly on its
competitive tourism and wide spread language.
Oh let me leave
Everyday life
And just dream
Of my garden
Beneath the snow
Oh the yellow
Flowers growing
Vibrant blues
Inspirational
Winter dreaming
Such beauty
Considerations
To different shapes
And textures
Planting colors
Mass harmony
Bright red
Tulips and pansies
Phlox- dusty miller
Woven together
Waves of color
Verbena trailing
Lobelia purple
Different heights
Wild as nature
Red primrose
Blue daisies
Yellow marigold
Just winter dreams
Of my garden
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January 4, 2016
Poetry/Anacreontic Verse/Winter Dreaming
Copyright Protected, ID 16-741-375-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor, Edward Ebbs
Second Place
Acknowledging
God’s omnipresence accepting
that he is with us through out our life,
there must be no misconception, that he is in
total control of our lives."God made me do that”
“God made the child die” God failed to secure the
levy and hundreds died in the flood”. We are not
players acting some vast second by second play that
God has scripted, mindlessly each playing our part.
We are not inanimate puppets and God is not the
puppeteer pulling our strings. While we know
God is in Heaven, we also know God is
present with us, He is everywhere at one
time (omnipresent) albeit not in a solid
material form as we are, so our soul
must bilocate from the every
second of everyday life to
always be aware of him
and rejoice in his
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We must be per se, two entities:
Our material self, body and mind,
and our spiritual self, soul awareness.
At one time I can be busy washing
dishes, and my awareness can be in
quite a difference place enjoying my
acceptance of the presence of our Lord
maybe thanking Him, maybe being
comforted, but definitely with Him