Long Function Poems
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An impulse, like hunger or thirst, that marks,
Need for defense from a danger that sparks;
Nervousness if not attended to and healed,
Turns phobia and soon great power wield...!
Aren't snakes, spiders, and cockroaches creatures?
Don't tigers and lions have tender features?
Aren't fire and air midst other facets,
Function as Mother Nature's great assets...?
Why should I fear the dead and their spirits?
Aren't good deeds to the alive, my merits?
Can daggers or guns or cannons kill me,
When the endless life, in my soul, flows free...?
Psychologic senses, yet, are aroused.
Cognitive logic, like drunk bees, drowsed.
Behavioral emptiness created,
Emotions, for the sake of fear, weighted...!
Fear is like a rope that seems like a snake,
That, for a split second, my self does shake;
This, like a speck on a stream, flows away,
When confidence and courage come to stay...!
16 January 2023
Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Understand Black Man
Do you have a strategy?
Do you have a plan?
To move forward
And be the best you can
From creation he plant us
Freedom and liberty he grant us
So why failure to succeed?
Confusion became the creed
Life's not a wishing well
When you start to read
When you learn to spell
Because instructions are given
You must comprehend
To function well
So play your part
Education a start
And the glory will follow
Do your researches
And don't believe the lies
You swallow, in churches
How we deal with it
Is try a new start
Casting out negatives
From a poisoned heart
Engage again
Feel your brothers pain
Learn to unite
Cut out the cuss cuss
Cut out the fight
Its not glorious , its not pleasing
In the fathers sight
Now get on your journey
Build your master plan
Make an effort
Give a helping hand
Life becomes a mystery
But if you write your own history
The past will be recorded
But let the children listen
Because as we plant the seed
Humanity at war yet still in need
And if you want a good harvest
Focus on a the plan
And do a good deed
There is love
And then... there is LOVE
That overwhelming “take over your every thought” love
That longing to “forever be in someone's arms” love
That “I can't function without you” love
Anyone who has truly known this love
Knows exactly what I'm writing of
It's overwhelming down to the core
It engulfs us
Nothing else is of any consequence
It's all consuming, life changing, it gives reason for life
Through the years I thought I had experienced it
I was wrong
Nothing compares in the slightest
To the love I feel now
For the sweetest lady I have ever had the good fortune to know
I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth
I won't question why
I will just revel in it's warmth in the sheer and utter ecstasy
Nothing well ever equal this rapturous feeling
This unequaled joy
After having the love of the sweetest person I've known
I have now lived life to the fullest
There is no longer anything greater
There is love
And then... there is LOVE
An overwhelming sensation that can't be described
I am engulfed
The lobster was good because it is nurishment,
And it keeps my friend alive. For that I am grateful.
Bob asked, "How's the lobster?" He really wanted
To know because after his surgery, he had
no way of knowing.
The dinner engagement with my friend was
Great, and I assured him that the lobster was
Among the best. It was one dark night, but we
Parked by the street lamp. Its glow was
A soothing assist to a wonderful night.
The cancer succeeded in its thievery
By robbing him of one of his senses.
The cancer tried to kill him but failed.
He's still able to see, hear, smell, and feel.
One's spirit can be fully engaged,
Even when missing a sensory function.
I learned firsthand an amazing awareness
from a dear friend. Of this, I am deeply
moved and appreciative.
I get asked how I am doing a lot
most of the time, I don't tell the truth
It's easier to say fine
I know that's not honest,
and I am an honest person,
but it makes it easier to get through the day
I am not who I was back in May
Truthfully, everyone changes according
to life's circumstances
but part of who I am was ripped away
when my son took his own life
and I have had to try to repair the gaping hole
I still love who I love, including my son
I still work every day to the best of my ability
I still write when the words are flowing
I do my best to function and live my life
but there are times that I crash and burn
and need to do a reset
I am hopeful that the new year will act
as a reset for me
the holidays were so very hard
someone told me that I would find joy
during the holidays, and I'm not sure I did
but I tried and I did enjoy seeing my family
I often wonder if I am grieving wrong,
because my grief is so all encompassing
and different from those around me
but I am trying my best. I am not the same
person I was, I am becoming someone who
lives with grief and survives
October 30 Scripture Meditations Based on Romans 10-12
Key Verses– Romans 10:13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SAVING GRACE
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your foreknowledge
Which is surely divine privilege
That secures my redemption’s truth and fact I acknowledge…
Such is wise foundation I accept along heavenly mileage.
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your sovereignty
Which is absolutely perfect certainty
That seals my redemption’s possession and identity…
Such is eternal assurance I trust along genuine honesty.
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your gesture
Which is distinctly holy posture
That strengthens my faith’s practice and culture…
Such is righteous pressure I handle along worshipful venture.
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your compassion
Which is constantly great function
That sweetens my prayerfulness’ ardor and devotion…
Such is committed determination I pursue along loving action.
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your graciousness
Which is fervently spiritual kindness
That stabilizes my testimony’s goodness and cheerfulness…
Such is joyful disposition I desire along fruitful faithfulness.
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your appointment
Which is sovereignly final agreement
That settles my decision’s judgment and fulfillment…
Such is determined resolution I prioritize along ministerial involvement.
Thank You for Your saving grace with Your might
Which is actually planned sight
That satisfies my contentment’s blessings and delight…
Such is unquestionable provision I receive along fervent plight.
October 30, 2022
"Who am I?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask,
but on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of my dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,
cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
LOL,.. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
.. from the movie, V For Vendetta
Bridges burning
Hanging onto the fragile ridge
of your life, under a bridge.
Seeing this, cuts deep like a knife,
filling our hearts with such strife.
Our souls constantly in fear,
our eyes well up in tear.
Watching you fade away
makes us all want to pray
for inner strength,
a vision, at length,
to show you a future,
where you may mature
and leave behind
your world so unkind.
This world of drug abuse
a world that has no use
but to chase down a fix.
For some, to turn tricks.
All in all self-destruction.
No longer able to function
is all that will remain,
for you cannot refrain.
For me, it seems,
dead are your dreams
as you gather junk, to hoard,
sitting among it, being bored
waiting for someone to steel it
and then to have another fit
Over what you have lost.
This life, not worth the cost.
Light and hope on the horizon.
I see your spirit free of the prison.
B . J . “ A ” 2
July 21st 2016
The day United Ways
slurp some Reality Stew
we will change this name
to The Same Ol' Competition Way;
cheering for ever-more community support
with the same constituency
we are teaching to over-power each other
for both community support and service.
Our United Way systemically grows
a Divided Fail.
The day our Philanthropic Foundation
absorbs some multiculturing fertility,
we will learn to ask whose foundation is this really?
Are we a Foundation of inclusive cooperation?
A Foundation with Golden Rule
applied to all species living now
and in our global future,
incarnating through our Elder species
for mutually optimizing regenerative purpose?
Are we a Philanthropic Foundation
created by people
who deeply cared about sustaining life's integrity
for seven generations?
Perhaps even more?
Are we more a Foundation of confusing mobbed competition
for scarce resources,
or a Foundation for regenerating abundant contentment,
goodness,
beauty,
wisdom,
optimized economic policies for cooperative
ecological health and well-being networks;
for minimizing suffering and exploitive commodification,
economic decomposition of Earth's natural elements and systems;
a pro-life Commons
racing to win diverse harmonies
before losing our dreams
of teleological faith
and ecological hope?
Could we become a Foundation for optimizing public policies
for mutually cooperative mentoring
of vocational choice,
of permaculturally,
organically,
integrally,
multisystemically functional, maybe even deeply creative, families
and thereby communities?
We stand within this permacultural Foundation
for cooperative mutual-investment guilds,
consumer and producer networks,
Climax Communities
for growing global consciousness of eco-balance identity,
Earth Care as Self and Other Care,
revolutioning this ReGenesis Foundation,
with both interior and exterior landscape applications,
both YinTime and YangSpace eco-function metrics,
mutually mentoring Earth's polyculturally cooperative eco-logic.
One of my year-long sophomore subjects will be physics. At first, physics seems to be a menagerie of big, boring universal ideas and immutable laws rendered practically unimportant by their scale.
Peter, ok, let’s call him my boyfriend - just as a place-holder - is working on his “Doctorate in Applied Physics,” degree. “Will you help me with my physics homework?” I asked, hopefully.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” he assures me, wiggling his eyebrows suspiciously.
Peter got to visit the Hadron Collider, in Geneva, this summer. When I FaceTimed him he was as animated as a girl at drama camp. He was all, “proton collisions, Higgs bosons, top quarks and massive particles, bla, bla, bla..”
“That’s ok, I said, “If you’d rather not talk about it, I understand.”
Seriously though, I get it. Physics teaches critical thinking and problem solving. Fluid dynamics and pressure-volume-resistance relationships apply to the circulatory system. Pressure-volume curves can apply to lung function, heat transfer is applicable to frostbite, hypothermia and fevers - nuclear physics applies to nuclear medicine (SPECT, PET scans and radiation therapy and lasers) - yatta, yatta yatta.
But why ME, oh, lord?