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Ode to Pain

Ode to Pain:
Springing forth and flowing in energetic liquidity. Emotions in motion in chasms far reaching me. 
Of hearts preaching unbalanced in teaching thee. Lessons in life.
In balance.
Far from reaching me. 
Ode to pain in yesterday's strife. 
Memories of laid down bodies at night.
Darkest of specters nefarious in plight. 
Left us unanswered in misery's strife. 
Ode to the moon.
Only a fraction of light. 
In mortal terror.
Rancid owls screeching in flight! 
How, let us see through pitch blackness and fright? 
When words are but all remembered.
With no dawning of light. 
In lew of an awakening mind in the night. 
We are given to remember our lives from great heights. 
Falling from heaven became habits and rites. 
Trapping our intentions.
Expectations arise.
Praying for forgiveness so that our Son may still rise. 
Giving us forgiveness for wicked deeds in sight. 
From the bowels are earthquakes.
Not butterflies.
Just lies. 
We gather for sermons.
Hope will arise? 
But all we are doing is looking elsewhere in spite. 
Rather than the victims of our deeds in their eyes. 
Instead we pray for forgiveness in the absence of sight.
Focusing on before.
The traumatic moments we die.
It's only in that moment.
Forgiveness will arise.
With power to break chains from your victims felt cries. 
Relieving the pressures of dark gasses.
Bottled up inside. 
Dissolving the lies from behind those eyes. 
Your soul became wicked and suffered by night.
But mourning for forgiveness is not only just wise.
It's the only reason the sun has to wake up.
Have the courage to rise. 
Shining light on your failures as a human is nice. 
But shining light from your victim is forgiveness.
It carries you in time.
Relieving your worries and healing your mind.
Instead we kneel in darkness and pray to a vine. 
Who's divine berries are sweeter and made into wine.
But the thorns are ripping apart in your mind.
Now that It's open.
Your blood we shall find.
Dripping and dropping and leaving behind.
A trail of just sorrow.
Nothing in mind. 
Tears are long passed. 
Nothing to find. 
When the dark heart will not follow.
It's left there behind.
In these dark mortal terrors.
Forever.
You're left here.
You're Blind! 
Dark heart of the lonely.
I love you
As if You are mine.
Form: Rhyme


Humble B Bumble - Time to bee invited to Honeycombe

Time to bee invited to Honeycombe


The news of Blues-Bee’s demise had far reaching effects.
The worms had disappeared deep underground
And the fleas had all fled.
Harmony was going to bee restored,
To the happy place it was a long time beefore.
This was nice to hear for a Bee who was far away,
For he had already lived through The Hive Wars.


He happened to overhear a conversation about a bee one day.
His name was Heroshima and he knew of Humble’s hive.
He heard how it had been attacked and was almost destroyed,
But fortunately The Queen had survived.
Blues-Bee had hired a group of dirty rats,
But try as they might the bees never succumbed to the attack.


One night Heroshima said this bee has been through enough;
Bring him to me.  His hive is welcome to move in with us.
There is plenty of space, so make haste with the messengers.
Go find this Humble B. Bumble, wherever he is, never mind the danger.

Tell him about us and tell him he should come to bee with us soon
And he will bee welcomed always into Honeycombe.
So bees were sent out and eventually Humble was found.
He didn’t want to go; he wanted to go home,
But the bees were insistent and gave Humble a crown.
This is a sign of our loyalty to you.
Come live with us in Honeycombe as a King; you can start anew.
Your Hive are all welcome to join us too.


Humble took the crown and said thank you friend.
We will take a look around 
And then placed the crown on Bee Bee’s head.
I guess this beelongs to you, Love.
Oh no sir, it is yours.  You have been so good.
You are to bee made a King and you may choose your Queen.
I have no need for a title; I already have all that I need with Bee Bee.


Then neither do I said Bee Bee throwing it away.
But sir!  But maam!  You have no idea what that crown is worth!
We have no wish to rule your domain anyway.
Let all bee’s bee equal and rise from the dirt.


You shouldn’t bee throwing it around.
It is made from the finest honey.
Then you can have it, take the crown,
I already have my honey, buddy.
Humble held Bee Bees hand and said lead the way…

I will just fetch the crown first sir.  Ok?


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Freedom vs Order: Competing Constructs

Freedom with far    Freedom with         Order with less      Order with far
less emphasis on    less emphasis         emphasis on          less emphasis
Order -                  on Order -              Freedom -             on Freedom -       ___________________________        ____________________________  

F  Far-reaching       Fundamental          O  Opportunistic     Onerous
R  Rectifications;     Receptivity            R  Responses         Regulatory
E  Effectuating        Expressly               D  Diminishing       Dogmas;
E  Evolving             Empowering           E  Empirical           Emplacing
D  Determinants     Diversity;               R  Rights;              Rules
O  Ostensibly          Optimizing             L  Lessening          Limiting
M  Maximizing         Meritocratic           E  Effective            Equalitarianism; 
L   Laissez-faire;      Lifestyles;             S  Subgroup          Subverting
E  Exhorting            Enhancing             S  Sureties;           Safeguards;
S  Superior             Systemic                F  Fostering           Formalizing
S  Sensibilities;       Subjectivism;         R  Regimens          Restrictions;
O  Obviating           Operationalizing      E  Eroding             Engendering
R  Revisionism;       Responsiveness      E  Egalitarianism;   Exclusivity;
D  Demanding         Developing            D  Devaluing          Demonizing
E  Exceptional         Eclectic                  O  Objective          Oppositional
R  Resourcefulness. Representations.    M  Messaging.        Movements.    

___________________________

Above are these competing views
Of social construct ends
And choice is not to win or lose
But how they all should blend.

The truth is each is built into
The fabric of our days
Requiring that we must pursue
Sound, realistic ways.

Judicious blend is what we need
To keep us on due course -
With none promoted to exceed
And sanction our remorse.

Concrete Kungle

The sun has set, and millions of lights awaken on the landscape.
I look out my window and spot the flickering light of the airport,
I see the dim light of a streetlamp, as it slowly fades in the 
Eternity of darkness that surrounds its stainless steel case.
And I wonder: Where does light go, after the streetlight dies?
Nowhere, it’s still there, only unseen by the eyes of the creatures
Living in the concrete jungle. 

And in the distance a weak spark broken by the sound of the 
inexistent trees flattering in the wind. A beggar is rolling his cart 
on the asphalt road, and on every bump I can hear the metallic 
noise which built this land long ago. The sky is filled with a cold, 
silky cover of darkness which spreads from one corner of the city 
in another, blurring the existence of stars, moons, far reaching planets. 
Like they would have never existed. Like no one would have ever 
discovered and named them. They’re out, beyond the limits. 
They aren’t real. Never were in the eyes of an urban being. 

In the neighboring building a light switches on. Someone came.
Somebody fills the void in the room, someone turns on the light.
Than after a moment it’s gone. It left its habitat probably to go
And meet its mates. Probably. The wind picks up again, as it
Can be heard through the alley. It’s strong. Someone’s caught 
In it, as a jacket can be heard screaming in the distance. 
In a moment it stops; as sudden as it started, the finish isn’t more
Subtle. The beggar returns to look for some shelter in the night.
It finds a bench to sleep on, and it tucks itself in with old, used 
Newspapers.

I stand looking out my window, and it all starts to clear out, 
than it becomes more confusing than it was earlier. Much more.
Nothing seems to add up. Everything is chaotic in this land 
where everything was created by man, yet everything seems 
so dead. I can’t imagine. I can’t think. I’m amazed by the 
City.

No Room For Gallows Humor

Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain
both beloved affluential cognoscenti,
     (took their life via cerebral hypoxia)
     neither death can one explain

left family and friends to speculate
     without lapsing into speculation
     impossible knot
     to veer off toward inane,

where fame nor fortune no immunity
     against unbeknownst
     deathly accursed mental illness
     impact their adherents

     plus affect large swath
     of population in the main
cuz, (strictly my opinion)
     the tightly woven

     world wide web doth plain
lee meld humanity linkedin
     by avast societal reign
forcing the global community to train

energies toward heightened
     awareness (yes in vain)
for those who tightened noose around neck
     as grief doth wax and wane

no doubt less prominant persons
     amidst every walk
of life give admittance
     to grim reaper, who doth stalk

every mortal being tempting surrender soul
     for eternal peace, where soul asylum
     sacrifice forsaken to black hawk
swooping down soundlessly

     to snatch priceless human life
     subsequently, whence
     benumbed onlookers gawk
aware how precarious, riotous, and tenuous
     the psyche offers no resistance,
     nor doth balk

at absent awareness,
     how collective adoration wears
a funereally ghostly, horribly immensely
     joylessly knitted veil

eludes measurement, though nonetheless
     unanimity that far reaching sadness
     weighs heavy on tear filled side of scale
witnessed by grievous next of kin,

     who struggle to accept severe de rail
ment of unsuspecting hidden agony im pail
ling corporeal flesh gouging body electric
     on par with a nine inch nail

jaggedly renting asunder (an unseen male
strum) pitching one incognito,
     no matter she/he appears hearty and hale
leaving a wake of inconsolable paroxysms
     causing thee human league to ail!


God's Everlasting Promises

when you learn to step back and then give it all to God
He will fulfill the promises that are straight from His heart
His word is steadfast and will never change
His promises everlasting and thus they will remain
Our Creator, Administrator and Spiritual Generator

all powerful is Our God for He has omnipotent might
the manifestation of His wisdom goes beyond human insight
and when you worship Him let it be in spirit and truth
be a discple and a servant available for Him to use

in May of 2008 there were two massive earthquakes
over 300,000 souls perished in the devastation they did make
yet people have asked why did God allow this catastrophe to manifest
I just say God is only about goodness and to us He wants to bless
God is about order not chaos nor crisis
He's the only one who always keeps His promises
He promised that with Him we would have eternal care
He promised to shield us from the devil's weapons of doubt and fear
for the devil is a liar and has no concept of sound reason
and no matter what you think you can't psychoanalyze a demon
yet mankind accepts no part of the blame when disasters do take place
and still continue to rape the world's natural resources at an astonishing pace

God is our protector, Our Lord and Our Provider
Jehovah Nissi, Jehovah Yahweh and Jehovah Jireh
He gives power to the faint and to the weak He gives strength
His majestry is far reaching beyond the universe's length
He has the whole wide world in the palm of His hands
and His promises are the solid foundation on which we can stand

God keeps His promises and the people need to see
for He promised to never leave nor to forsake thee
He said to fear not nor to be faint of heart
and trusting in His word is the best way to start
yet people can't seem to make the time
to discover what is truly God's kind
omnipotent, omnipresent is God's holiness
everlasting and unchanging are His promises

Premium Member The Green New Deal

It took very little to make us happy
young and intoxicated with feeling
high on the thought of holding one
another, embracing our way to 
madness, another bite of the apple
we were deeply in love. 

                   Past guilt not ours
yet thrust upon us, by those less
brave – by those priests and 
priestesses of timid wisdom, wise but
aloof from the live world around them~ treasures
their hearts somewhere above the stars
you and I here and now yes worship our
chemical reacting with its earth, sensing 
divine sparkle – 

We brighten, flair together in our 
every quaking moment of unrehearsed
encounter. Reborn by the lust of human
arms. Not rejecting God, but celebrating!
            What liar convinced man that 
creation is passionless? What dim seer
thought The Seven Days spent bored and yawning~ 
Evolving spirit something without far reaching 
tentacles for physical sensing, probing, reaching, bursting 
with desire to experience? This is not original
sin! – the much greater sin that of turning one's
back on the breathing, pulsing nature of Soul.

Yes, to be tamed! Exhausted into submission, never stilled and 
wrongly quieted. 

Yet, we pretend no answers, you and I, for unlike 
many we consume our scriptures from the inside out, less
judging and more opening each day onto widening mystery 
and enchantment. Innately knowing what sin is, rejecting all content!
Sharing the rest, though we are never entirely certain of outcome, for relished
always are evolving, bursting fiery skies
of new emotional universes uncharted. We
seek entirely without caging. Passion is art, poetry, micro
and massive inventions. Man is not burned
by passion, but more by fear and deception. 
The Devil is fear! The age-old weapon of despots and
their armed administers of hate. The inside joke of
the Green New Deal...is more green for their already
bloated pockets.
© Joe Dimino  Create an image from this poem.

Cm For a Leader

CM For A Leader

There lies in him lots of practical wisdom in the thoughts of the Sarawak CM.....
He knows his mind and doing his best is far reaching as he administers...

The Chief Minister admits, in his own words, Sarawak has  lots of catching up to do..
In the 2 years he has been in office, there has been 50 resolutions or so..

He highlighted his hard hitting labeling of some federal policies as stupid...
And elaborated his state's latest earthshaking recognition of using English..

To him, English is a universal  language of knowledge, technology and more...
He stressed the urgent need for one to look and see, to listen and hear more...

To him there lies a great difference if one were to be indifferent there...
He made his stand very clear, when extolling Sarawak for Sarawakians...

In his own words, cessation from federal is a no but autonomy is more than ok...
To appreciate the some startling changes he has initiated and implemented..

It would be an education if one were to look up on his many  innovative moves..
Friends, take time to view and listen to this short video of the man behind these moves....

So as to appreciate the many startling changes he has implemented. ..
Surprisingly he omitted to mention his efforts of giving recognition...

To the Dayaks, a majority race in Sarawak, as a valid race in documentations...
A giant leap of official identity for this officially overlooked indigenous race ...

That wallowed in the danger of being lesser known than the mascot of the state..
That proud and colourful bird that lends its name to the Sarawak  state...

For all Malaysians, Sarawak is the famous Land Of the Hornbill...
With CM Adenam Satem, therein lies the hope his state will be a king of the hill...

http://www.thestar.com.my/videos/2015/12/20/adenan-satem-on-the-english-language-illegal-logging-political-style-and-autonomy/
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Reset and Reshape

the covid 19 pandemic has altered humanity ...
    laid the world bare ... recovery will take time
      and the way we live must be altered
        globally values have transformed
    and wait
for a world-wide reset

      ~  I have changed so much since the beginning
of this pandemic that I am not the same person
       but a better person has evolved  ~ 

        world-wide we must build together
     stronger expectations, become more resilient, greener
together we can build a better planet ...
but we need solutions from world leaders
      it will not be simple ... but we can and we will

  ~  as I watched on television the horrors of covid 19
           something inside of me was born and a person emerged
with serenity and tranquility in her heart ~ 

reality is the pandemic has made some rich
      large businesses thriving while small close
         people lose their jobs, masks mandatory ...
      children unable to play in parks  ... or go to school
people died 'alone' ...

~  we are almost there as populations get vaccinated
soon societies can amend, modify and revamp
        with far-reaching plans ... all-embracing 

    ... and to those we think the pandemic
                                    was a conspiracy, I say ...
        tell that to the millions of families grieving deaths
     and who could not even give their loved ones
                                        ...  proper funerals
    
 ~  soon, it will be time to reset and reshape
                                     are you ready ? _ ~

___________________
June 17, 2021


Poetry/Free Verse/reset and reshape
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-039-17
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Global Reset 21
sponsor, Joe Maverick, Judged 07/11/2021

Seventh Place

Out Discipline

‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.” 
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the sordid headlines;
 To duly ‘captivate’ readers, if every school had its own newsletter.
The very fabric of our beloved society has become deteriorated;
Because our homes and schools have failed to function effectively.
The consequences of this failure are dramatic and far-reaching. 
Therefore, immediate redress for this chaos, we should be seeking,

Teachers frequently liming; the nation’s youths, we not educating.
Usually unprepared: for work, at work; and, not completing work.
The students are not: studying, doing home-work, nor assignments.
All busy; yet, finding time for gambling, hustling, surfing ****, etc...
The school surroundings depicting ‘pollution party;’ absolutely nasty.
Manners no longer, “maketh man...” nor woman, much-less children.
This is every school’s catastrophe; total, complete, present-day anomie.
Bending/breaking rules, norms, morals or ethics - ‘perfect’ indiscipline.

Indiscipline! Everyone fed-up: teachers, students; even the parents.
Who is now responsible? Corrective measures must make statements.
‘Heads must roll’ for incompetence; ‘butts should burn’ for laziness.
Neither students nor teachers must be ‘late for school,’ or ‘bussing a lime’.
Punishment must definitely be meted out for disrespect to teachers.
Actions must be taken for insubordination, and also for instigation.
Indiscipline must be addressed immediately and harshly, to redress...
We fed-up! We taking absolutely drastic measures to ‘iron-out’ this mess.
                                                                         End
                                                                  By: Dion Penville
Form: Narrative

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