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Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds
My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation
Empiricism from the age of so called reason certainly towers over
inclinations and feelings burrows deeply and undermines emotions
Ever since Freud investigated libido and death wish attempted to
establish a science from Id’s superb battle with Ego and Oedipus
separated phallus and **** retention from sucking up oral tradition
we have been seduced by scientific dogma and lust for the vice of logic
Like Mephistopheles debating a Faustian pact with layers of devil
we pay tribute to Descartes who doubted his incredulous doubts
The clever guys investigate Philia measure orgasms and pleasure
take delight in quantifying empathy bonds hail to measurability
In perverse contradictions to faith and belief even Agape has been turned
and tossed over on spread sheets excelling in proof beyond reasonable qualms
Call me ancient and backward and taint me with the label of idealism
pour tar over my feathers hang me quarter me and try to remove my heart
Yet here it stands tall in celebration and without schism of ambivalence
transcends into every aspect of life and peace loving kindness’ compassion
Let me call it romance and pure love apart from sex and carnal desires and
let it be known that those amorous French guys in vernacular fashion
defined it as 'verse narrative' alluded to stories from creative excitement
I love you my lover and friendships adore my children like to be playful
seek kind connections and empathy do not discount altruism as a ruse
But I have this relationship with books emerge from ex libri in fancy and art
They are friends dear to my soul they talk to me evoke the whole palette
of stretching my life on a canvass of marvellous beauty and fascination
and when I engage with words and with pages they start to listen to my love
Charted performance has little place in my essence whereas reading enchants me envelops and embraces my spirits makes me whole and can’t tear me apart
John is a Christian man, a philosopher, and a poet that
offers his talents, beliefs, and insights to all
honestly, openly, and with a compassionate, understanding heart,
never preaching, and yet, sure of his convictions.
His quote, "Sunsets are biased, because, they are naturally one-sided,"
allows us a glimpse of his good-natured hyperbole and dry humor.
More than a talented poet, John is to music what white
is to snow, the two are virtually inseparable.
Lyrical poems are his favorite mode of expression and
that allows him to combine his two loves, excelling at both.
Over the years, I've gotten to know John through his pen, but we
never met, till one day he dropped by, and I got to shake his hand.
(Acrostic)
01/09/2021
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
N/A Judged 2/20/2021
NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Pabulum Of Nature
Let thy countenance befallen upon thee, thy cornfields threshold be thine golden horde, that thou flash amidst thine rows thy thread of sunlight, and that thou laboring heart be thine whole of thee and that thy spread of thee stretch, beyond thine sight and into silence, excelling trees boundary whose hair of leaves lengthen in ample splendorous braids, thee hues whereto, exceeds neath a beautiful arched bridge that traipsed a virgin trail and that this, thine rainbow wanderer during its dark passage ere a clear vapourous rain ran the green flourish lea during its phantom floe whilst its flights of venturous winged birds that make a memory of this, albeit, tis naught a fathomless art and that thine Heavens didst expose a breathless wonder letting thy farm fields cast into all thine glory, a cornucopia of harvest.
2020 February 21
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Ten Words
~~Dear Heart
My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
Tip Toeing
I'm taking steps
But quietly
I look to the left and to the right of me
And guess what I saw
I'm going excelling very far
Driven without a car
GPS takes you every which way
I got to tip toe but by faith
Quietly listening to God
For confirmation
To be great
And do according to his will
I am tip toeing into a big deal
Quietly seek
Wait for God to speak
Cease without knowing
Keep on tip toeing
You got to tread light
It's like training wheels
On a bike
At first, you learn
How to trust
Your instinct
Is that enough?
Or do you let go of your fears
Dry away those tears
Put a plan together
Tip toe through any weather
Every thing doesn't have to be seen
That's how you live out your dream
In life you grow
Somethings you have to let go
When you walk into a room
It gets light
The tunnel at the end is bright
Quietly seek
Wait for God to speak
Cease without knowing
Keep on tip toeing
Listen
Pay attention
Listen
Pay attention
Quietly seek
Wait for God to speak
Cease without knowing
Keep on tip toeing
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
08/26/2023
Departure from the land of death and dying
Enter a beautiful, perfect land of the truly alive
Also, when faced with death's call, some introspection
Take into account how we are living
Honing in on values and priorities
1 Corinthians 15: 55-58
55 O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” 56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin [by which it brings death] is the law; 57 but thanks be to God, who gives us the victory [as conquerors] through our Lord Jesus Christ.
58 Therefore, my beloved brothers and sisters, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord [always doing your best and doing more than is needed], being continually aware that your labor [even to the point of exhaustion] in the Lord is not futile nor wasted [it is never without purpose].
John 11: 25
25 Jesus said to her, “[a]I am the Resurrection and the Life. Whoever believes in (adheres to, trusts in, relies on) Me [as Savior] will live even if he dies;
All the funerals Jesus attended:
Luke 7: 11-17
Matthew 9: 18
John 11: 38-40
He brought the person back to life.
Our last pet passed yesterday. Even the death of a pet brings to life thoughts of death and our beliefs. I am deeply saddened by the loss.
MY GRANDMA DEEMMA
My Grandma, whom I called Deemma
bathed me in showers of limitless love and blessings.
Those feelings I am still carrying in my life.
Deemma! An ideal hostess not to even guess,
most competent in domestic chores and household management
Grandpa! An unsuccessful lawyer with irregular income low and slow.
Deemma met up his inefficiency, never blaming rather running ideal family.
Off and on, in vacations, I had spent days with her.
She narrated her life-long struggle and concluded‘While raising up kids,
whole day’s ceaseless work made me frantically fatigued.
At late night I had to seek for a small space to throw myself in bed.
Yet, as I took glance on sleeping faces of my kids,
I realized, I as the happiest woman in the world.’
She had only primary education permissible for women in those days.
But her craze reached her daughters and son to succeed as toppers
She was my idol holding extraordinary skill in sewing, knitting, embroidering.
All the dresses of her grand kids were stitched by her.
Lots of charming dolls excelling in handicrafts were gifted to me.
Once she voiced to me ‘You call me Deemma, a typical address to old lady.
Dear my child, I am aged, but mind is still young not coping up with body.’
Now being a Grandma I had to sense the same ruthless truth.
She had bestowed me compassion and care in opulence.
I got no scope to repay but only to offer my gratitude as tribute in silence.
Trying to honor with my tribute roaming through reminiscence.
03/08/ 19
Fifth Place
'What's In A Name' Contest by Kim Rodrigues.
'YOUR CHOICE TRIBUTE VERSE' Contest by Brian Strand
I know that at times it feels that all our lives
are about high crimes and misdemeanors.
But all of life is about space and time; and all
of earth's creatures occupy and move in space.
Our earthly abode, set in motion by God, journeys
along the beats of time and seems so brief, so limited.
Although in the course of our lives,
many batons are handed off from
other people to us, life is not about
a team winning or losing in a relay race.
Rather, this journey of life is about each of us
individually excelling in the purpose of glorifying God
and crossing the finish line in God's Gracious timeline.
Riddled with many adversities, complexities, and uncertainties,
Our journey begins at birth from which we head for our destiny.
Many are the highlights shedding light on the highways of our lives.
Along the way, we experience both the thrills of victory and the agonies of defeat.
Astronauts are sent into space in spacecrafts developed and designed to bring them back. Whether the goal is to perform experiments and run tests in space or to land on a planet, returning home is the ultimate destiny; and everything in between is a part of the journey.
Sometimes the most crucial part of the space journey is breaking through the heated atmosphere on the return to earth. Unless success is achieved in life's challenging areas, the journey to our destiny remains uncertain, and the mission itself could be a failure. However difficult, the journey must continue. If Journey were a personality, it would be married to destiny for a lifetime. Journey on.
091121PSCtest, "J" Contest, New or Old, Constance La France. 2P
Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.