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The world in the first place
may say let do something:
May be thus it will suggest
a plan
or find something hard like
iron or metal to forge
and start forging
or think then say fire is good
to mould most especially
when intenser is the
smoke.
Or it's youth may start burying anything like seeds of corn
and beans and pear kennels
and a lot things more
and fair
for they may say tis the
beggening of the deal.
Now, what is even wrong
the world peaking in follies
and cracking jokes and riddles
who said varla yonder green in brown or brown in green
for instance?.
the power of women walking together
as a community
to know there's nothing they can't accomplish
when moving in unity
turnt, turnt, turnt up
ready to reach new heights
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith
and not by sight
wearing their denim and pearls
traversing the red carpets of life
in shades of red, crowns on their heads
for they're queens in the Kingdom of Christ
turnt, turnt, turnt up
ready to reach new heights
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith
and not by sight
the power of women walking together
Is a sight to behold
a cohesive solidarity
striving to achieve their goals
nurturers, supporters and devoted encourages
they be
women of God with humble hearts
striving affectionately
don't discount them, don't miscount them
they're a feminine multitude
on heavenly altitudes, living the Beatitudes
with a Jesus is my Savior attitude
turnt, turnt, turnt up
ready to reach new heights
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith
and not by sight
the power of women walking together
as daughters of the King
for In their hearts, they abide by God
His wisdom they impart in everything
the power of women walking together
advancing the Great Commission
unceasingly praying, never straying
staying focused on their mission
they don't back up, they don't back down
In your face they will be
for they're women walking together
building powerful legacies
Turnt, turnt, turnt up
Ready to reach new heights.
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith
and not by sight
the power of women walking together
as one body in Christ
knowing they won't fail, they will prevail
on a massive scale promoting life
just don't get it twisted and don't get defensive
for women are major demographic factor
because when women walk together
they have more power than a nuclear reactor
women walking together in unity
angels of God forging legacies
From my abuse cast by tormented darkest nights,
My childhood danced to my stepfather's cruel delight.
By burning my finger's and using broom handles.
Abuse's tendrils wove a web so tight,
Yet within such pain, my spirit took flight.
Through words unspoken, pain found release,
In verse, I found solace, a sanctuary, my inner peace.
Each line a testament, my heart's gentle lease,
Healing the scars, granting my soul's release.
On ink-stained pages, I sculpted my pain,
Forging resilience from wounds that even now remain.
With every poem, I broke the chains,
Embracing the power that healing sustains.
From darkness emerged a phoenix, reborn,
The pen my sword, with courage my birth.
No longer defined by the terrors once borne,
I found redemption, my spirit untorn.
In verses woven with hope and might,
I bloomed, like a flower in morning light.
Though scars persist, I now stand upright,
A testament to strength, a survivor's respite.
Through shattered fragments, a voice emerged,
Echoing triumph over battles submerged.
With each poem written, my spirit surged,
Defying the past, my soul now converged.
I am the poet, a survivor's decree,
Transcending anguish, setting myself free.
Through words I conquer, my truth, decree,
For poetry is the salve that can mend you and me.
Where have you been, Sir?
>I was there, where there was happiness.
Is that why you stopped writing?
>Yes, I don't write happy.
Is that why, you are back again ?
>Yes, lines blurred the light back into shadow.
Joy faded.
Now that you are here
And can't see past the darkness
Of your heart blackened again,
Will you write once more, like before?
>Yes I'm familiar to it, this refuge.
It's complexion, my muses.
I cast myself here.
Will you be wanting to spirit the flames again?
Fan your gloom with our tempest winds?
>Anvil misery and soft despair
Sing the chorus that enables that fire.
Glowing words of ambers inspired,
I will take it from there.
Reckon you'll be staying.
Till the black birds stop pecking?
On your usual course of hurdles forging?
A season of meanings, I assume.
>Right on time for wanton bee stings.
All familiar sympathies, thankyou for having me.
Welcome back Sir.
>It's good to be back.
Anytime.
The earth element
Gravity, structure, solidity
Gross materiality, animal instinct
Hunger, thirst, shelter, the fear of death
Hunting, hiding, seeking, habit driven
Squirrel storing nuts for winter
Yet stirred by a fragrance
Pleased with the moon
The water element
The urge to procreate
Emotions, maternal, paternal
Looking at forging family relationships
Lust ~ blame it on testosterone
Unstable, given to rage
Yet stirrings of love
Call from within
The fire element
Warrior, tactician, priest
The world is his playground
Where the end justifies the means
Domination, head over heart
Neither regret nor remorse
Yet senses there's more
Than mind-body
The air element
Emptiness begets envy
Plotting, scheming, politician
Yet it is here that we learn to forgive
Lightening load on our heart
Whispers of conscience
Seeking God-connect
The search begins
The ether element
Purity and innocence
Selective empathy, embrace
Head and heart aligned with truth
Central presence, detachment
Living in the here and now
Painting, poetry, music
The void beckons
Transcendence
In but not of the world
Attention poised in stillness
Glimmers of spiritual love and light
Opposites dissolve in Oneness
We are breathed by God
Compassion and bliss
Self-luminescent
28-October-2022
Permanent are the stains so short in their making
Lasting from one's eclipse to the others' next,
Yet, this union,
Coming at the most perfect of times
As well as from such different places,
Lives on, lasting always.
The sharing, varied and multidimensional
Opened doors, while forging, what was, until then
Uncharted brings of newness
Experiencing very much, inside and out
Balance needed was created,
This and so much more...
Now, that time has passed
And, while things have changed,
As they always do,
Vision is clearer, far, vast,
Endless---
As far as the eye can see
As wide, hard, and deep as the heart can feel,
After the storm,
Tumultuous and crystal, still.
Form:
I don't have an Adonis Complex.
I don't want to look pretty.
Even the weakest hand crushes the strongest flower.
Attraction is fleeting.
Fear is universal.
The only truth is violence and power.
Punishing the self for its weakness
is training the body for strength.
I dedicate my life to forging the steel
inside of the body, and sharpen the mind
to cause an Assyrian army to kneel.
Breaking and bending and overextending,
pacing around with a vest of iron.
Pushing and pulling and punching the air
as my withering arms cry out in silence.
Faster and stronger and perfectly deadly.
Feared by all and accepted by none.
That is the only life worth living.
That is what I wish to become.
Patience is only a virtue for those
who are comfortable leaving their lives to the dust.
I shall be sealed in a coffin of metal.
Feel free to pray that the chains never rust.
I can't afford to be happy.
I can't let my hands be slack.
People around me plan on attacking
every second I'm not fighting back.
And I'll never win, because I deserve nothing.
I never proved myself worthy to survive.
I bear only scars and holes in the walls
The only proof I was ever alive.
I can't let myself be a flower
I must break the strongest hand
I must summon primordial power
that even science can't understand.
Attraction is fleeting.
Fear is universal.
The only truth is power, and this torturous rehearsal.
Where weakness begets violence
The only option is to kill
I don't enjoy it in the slightest
But it must be done, even still.
My wishes and my wills
are of no concern to nature.
Why drown in teeth as the victim
and die none the braver?
My genes do not define me.
I break anything that does.
my own body will fear me.
I make it so, just because.
And only when it fears me
does it do as I command,
which is always and forever
as every creature on the land.
big little strong girl
it's okay...
truly didn't start out that way
from the moment of passage through the womb
the clock of pain engaged
a ticking of pain that seemed never ending
like a lonnnng slow road to hell
driving pain bone marrow deep...
but no one could tell
'cause you hid it well
left on your own to fend for yourself
navigating life like a lost hiker without a compass
having to rely on common sense
and the whispers of a loving Creator
always on your right shoulder
coaching you through the madness
His method forging you through the fire
ascending you to a place of peace and calm
no longer a casualty of passed down ancestral wounds
giving you the gift of forgive and let go
became time to heal
but today still ... you'll stand guard
hypervigilance dies hard
at the hint of a stench of old familiar
you can get triggered
but... rest my dear
I got us from here... my inner child
Written: May 18, 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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Languid breath dwindles, scrounging panacea air
quiddity remorse core conveyed mindful glare
seraphim guilt throe stems from mind sapidity
heart wispy ousts weltschmerz, hatred morbidity.
Gentleness key squeals heart-tangled inner thread
unboxed core lead ecstatic heart hobnobbed tread
Is my heart-mind rancor overlaid by hazy myopia?
milk with ice is a quintessential pillar of utopia.
Shepherding pragmatic apotheosis wide universe
hampered altruistic love ephemeral zeitgeists verse
emotional outbursts during meiosis—placate impact
forging forfend feeling fallacy focusing on facts.
Seeking soothing sense as silk-satin smoothness
fetches forbearance, fosters faith hearty-filled fewness
ripple aposiopesis words transcend catharsis sight
sate sinew, eschew omniscience, heed hubris might.
Living stubbornly with caesura implies life-moored
we are living offhand, leaving us brittle but allured
Issues occur wisely rather than haphazardly sought
willing for heart-mind coo to fulfill what's taught.
With authenticity, grace, sympathy, and tolerance
respect all people, despite views or providence
uphold merciful attitude and passionate mind
brain-heart harmony molded by cosmic pull blind.
There is a violent war that’s not in movies.
These soldiers we lost are not seen on TVs.
Friendly fire is the biggest killer of our men.
Per soldier lost at war, at home we lost over 10.
People know of PTSD and shell shock.
But the effects must be taken stock.
We civilians don’t know what they go through.
As their mission ended with nothing left to do.
The training and survival skills do not go away.
The paranoia and fear are in the brain to stay.
Losing purpose and absent structure remain.
Leads to wild thoughts some feel are insane.
To help this issue we learn to band together.
Soldiers and civilians become of one feather.
The group is created to address the mess.
Allowing soldiers a place free to confess.
By linking all our bodies, souls and mind,
We continue the motto No Man Left Behind.
Put your feet on the ground and breathe deep.
Go up and down, quieting thoughts to a peep.
Fully balance out your body from head to toe.
Watch the changes as you reap what you sow.
Feel your body tremble working through pain.
Doing rep after rep, finding a pace to sustain.
Logging the numbers to account for the grind.
Crushing the haters you’re leaving behind.
Both internal and out keep their mouth shut.
Knock out a set and they can kiss your butt.
Suicide may have previously won the battle.
But Americans are not Grim Reaper’s cattle.
We’ve banded together to win this fight.
Saving lives at home is what’s in sight.
Whether you do many thousands or just two.
The squats can straighten out a mind screw.
Forcing the blood through our bodies quick.
Turning soft legs into muscle hard and thick.
Forging our glutes into newfound rocks.
Quieting the mental voice that mocks.
Demons can pucker and kiss our rock butts.
Squat therapy can prevent deep wrist cuts.
Connecting with distant suicide fighters.
Illuminating the dark room with lighters.
Helping one other on our physical journey.
Carrying the fallen on a virtual gurney.
The strong reach out and will carry the weak.
Forging us forward on the challenge we seek.
Some days disappoint and others we surprise.
But the goal of what we do is to open the eyes.
The experience I’m discussing is Mission 22.
It’s been an honor to share the ride with you.
So although we will approach the 2,200 soon.
The best is yet to come for us, so stay in tune!