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Premium Member Shedding of Performance Charts

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


Premium Member John Hamilton

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
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Pabulum of Nature

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
Form: Narrative

Clarity through static 12,06,26

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.
© Sarah Cope  Create an image from this poem.

Unconditional Paternal Love Toward Shana Punim

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!
Form: Ballad


Tip Toeing

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

Premium Member Death

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.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member My Grandma Deemma

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

Premium Member Journey-F

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
Form: Verse

Premium Member Refining Consciousness

     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.

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