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If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think.
It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink
You don’t even know what it is my friend says.
She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez.
Look at its legs, I reply. They look tickly tasty.
Not so fast! Says the crawler. Let’s not be hasty!
Inez says “I never eat food that speaks to me.”
“I will make an exception,” I say, “That thing is free.”
Inez is not as choosy as I thought that she was.
I begin bathing the sink creature, fluffing his fuzz.
"Wait!" the crawly thing says. “That brush is too short for me!”
The second I stop, he scuttles down the drain to flee.
Run away, but you cannot hide
for you were made to obey to this you did deny
Warned of sin it made you grin
now my young angel you are fallen
For the devil you did play
the rules of contact you disobey
Did anything you desired and wished
revoked your oath to dwell in sins of the flesh
Do you have remorse and seek redemption
do you think some how you are the one exception
Your sister and brother angels weep for you
for your judgement coming is overdue
Accepting my own failure and demotion
I was responsible for your quick promotion
You were clever smart and too beautiful
if only I could have made you dutiful
Judgement will only be spoken
with His word you will be erased, your promise broken
The next Micheal you might have been
all lost for foolish sin, what might have been
I ask to earth to go, to see you a last time
The answer I knew was no, so quickly declined
The layers of Heaven are dark
a single bolt of lightning to earth sparks
My greatest pupil you weakened me with pride
my delinquent angel, alas goodbye.
If you can't,
Or are not prepared to carry your own weight,
Then you had better have understanding friends.
Without being able to carry your own weight,
And not having understanding friends,
Then Houston you have a problem,
And you need to own it,
Rather quickly.
I have never yet met anybody,
Who at some stage in their life,
Has not had to pick themself up off the floor,
Or had to crawl out of the gutter.
I cannot claim to be an exception,
Although I can only claim a half truth about the gutter,
But I have made up for that by picking myself off the floor,
More times than I care to remember.
It has helped having friends and family who have,
Not been in a rush to carry my weight for me,
Opting for a supporting role instead,
A fair measure of the quality of their friendship,
Don't you think?
As I age, there will come a time when life will no longer be so appealing. My outlook will change, and I will welcome death as a friend, breathing a grateful sigh of relief when He visits me. In His wisdom, God has decreed that every living thing must die so life may renew, and I'm no exception. Until that time arrives, however, I intend to enjoy the gift of life to its fullest. I will open my eyes to the beauty of Gaia, listen to Her music, and feel Her caresses as She nurtures my mortal body from birth to death, preparing me for eternal life beyond death. And I will open my heart and assist other travelers sharing this magical journey through life beside me.
names etched in marble
birds defecate on gravestones...
nature sheds no tears
Living in constant chaos.
Living in a constant war.
I never fully trusted.
I never went all in.
I had been burned too many times to have peace of mind.
Until I stumbled across my sedative to daily life.
I fell so fast.
I fell so hard.
I trusted fully.
I went all in.
Avoiding all types of conflict just to appease that scared little girl whom I carry daily.
Avoiding all types of conflict to keep home a safe place.
Permanently scared of the fall from the high.
Scared that the person who adores you will suddenly see the way you see yourself.
And I will be left picking up the pieces of my shattered heart.
They sing their own songs
In the spirit of light.
No, they do not take credit for that.
Nor, do they drain under dust and disdain
That suffers hollow minds.
They compose their verses in the wind
And revel at their spirits’ charm, or so as it seems.
They inspire dance in a dragonfly,
Touch in a bee, or a butterfly.
And quiver not at the bleat of a goat.
They do not complain, nor do they seek---
Attention, that spoil ribbons of love.
They bury moments in pure delight,
Unlike men that lose sight of purpose.
And coil under their own vulnerabilities.
They do not fantasize their own glory
Nor live a lie that do not define them.
They swell in pride with pure submission,
That, for man, would take years to fathom
As deliberate apprehensions rip off their minds.
They sing their verse, unheard, unsung
Revel, in the breast of Mother Earth.
They feel Her beat, Her heat, and in sweet surrender
Submit to the gallows of Time.
Though hated, sometimes scorned, undervalued
for their power to produce and reproduce.
For encroaching unknown territories,
Yet they don't complain, for they know
Love is for all and they are no exception.
Historians are mere men.
They sail in the high seas of people
To catch a glimpse at the elusive whale of peace.
Yes, History is not just,
It is the poor outline of the book of Life.
Everyday historians climb their intellectual mountains
And observe their nation like the news chopper over the Brooklyn Bridge,
Down are the flipping pages
Like fresh fish caught from the pond.
The children of the World are born naked,
They will be dressed with the garments of their Culture,
They will be indoctrinated by the idiosyncrasy of their Society
Schooled and fed the yellow marrow of their History,
Except for the marginal and exploited children,
They will be consumed like shrimps in Chinatown.
All the children without exception will be made to choose
Between their consciousness and their Patriotism,
Between Humanity and their religion.
Early, the superimposed mind will be placed
Piece by piece in their initiation ritual,
Crowned with a montage of thoughts,
Others' thoughts.
Hard not to biased when one is a sucker for romance.
Hard not to be judgmental when you see a lack of romance,
Hard not to keep from showing concern for those who,
have bought into a living apart romance,
Hard to hear they are serious when sign of romantic gestures
are thin on the ground.
When they are both running around.
When sharing more of each others time and resources
would seem more sound.
Hard not to make a prediction
When he brings his cans to encourage her to to lose her Inhibition
Knowing she drinks to just short of addiction.
But it is the modern way,
So who can say,
They are not the exception,
And it will work for them until their final extinction.
All I know is my Mum was an inspiration
As even after being let down by men of her generation,
She risked more degradation
And the last twenty years of her life gave her great satisfaction,
Proving that if you want romance it does still exist,
Even if one can no longer do the twist,
For those who keep to the script.
Which says that life without a touch of romance,
Makes it hard to see how to a life enhance.
Given not give many chances to dance in tune,
When even passions too often shared alone.
So, without judging I just pray that the modern way,
Will not stop romance coming into play,
For those who see living a part,
From those dear to their heart,
Is not worth the risk of things falling apart.
But I will stick to giving advice in poem ,
As living apart
Might not be the end,
For those who can still bend.
The finest of wisdom and prophetic gifts are limited.
All human knowledge and understanding are finite.
I can think of at least two things that are inevitable.
In one form or other, taxes is certain the world over. All life forms, without exception, are destined to die.
Concerning taxes? Decisions and choices can be made relative to quantity and regularity. However, if we live, buy, or sell, we shall pay certain forms or kinds of taxes. In some respects, even the dead also pay taxes.
Speaking of the dead, death is the certain “inescapable”.
Choices do come into play, relative to lifestyle choices. Accidents, crimes, war, sickness, and diseases are major contributors in assisting us in reaching our final destiny.
Although death is certain, there are certain choices on our part as well as that of others that may alter or delay death. Furthermore, there are many factors that determine what become of our lives or what we do therewith. So much of what I do between the dashes makes a world of difference with regards to my destiny.
There are the ‘facts of life’, but there are also the ‘forks of life'. It is unrealistic for me to say that when I come to a fork in the road, I will take it. At the fork, a choice is forced upon me to go left, right, or turn around. Of course I may also choose to do neither, and till death, spend my wheels at the fork.
A tree, a flower, or a roe of vegetable plants have different reasons for existence before they reach their final destinies. Moreover, they must be properly and carefully nourished if they are to realize their ultimate purpose. Certain interactions have to take place. Whether it be the sun, the rain, the bees, the human touch, or all the above, there simply is no worthwhile life without cooperation between the solar system, earth elements, and all the species.
Our creator has graciously provided all those ‘facts of life’;
But it is up to us to choose and decide at the ‘forks of life’.
04182016 cj PS Contest, Destiny Or Choices, by Nayda Ivette Negron
UFO
I believe UFO exist it would be strange if they didn´t
considering the many planets in the vast galaxy.
I have not seen a UFO person close up with the exception
of my face in the morning before coffee.
The picture I have seen is always at a distance
and tend to be grainy.
Some people insist they have been captured by UFO,
analyzed and sent back to earth again presumable because
the UFO being found them of no interest.
The UFO world does not call us human but the strange
blubbery beings with a penchant for killings and fighting wars.
They, the UFO is petrified by us keep their distance
hence “grainy photos.”
Still, I believe the UFO people are a friendly sort all we have
to do is to stop wars, be polite and they will come to us
not necessarily in human form, and show us how it is possible
to move so fast through space and defy gravity.