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Amidst the tempestuous waters and dreams
Some argue we are all linked by similar streams
Yet, I disagree, as countless distinct ships,
Cross those raging waters, reaching for grips.
Attestive people travel on ocean vessels
In terms of style and ease, they settle
Unwinding in their balcony rooms
Relaxed, hands resting on glasses, and fumes.
Others travel aboard power yachts
As if all is fine in spikes and hot spots
With little regard for smaller crafts
That can hinder their gains and laughs.
Several are battling on warships
Nothing seems to be fitting their ships
Consistently getting ready for anything
For the close invincible battle, the bell rings.
Others are huddling in their life jackets
Pray for their rescue, ripped in dust packets
Waiting for the waves to subside
And dreading the incoming tide.
Many people dream of their paddle
They are clinging to life by a saddle
They are asking for a begrime of luck
And a chance to board a boat or a truck.
Some still don't cognize how to swim
And are scared by each wave and whim
They're trying to retain their balance
weighed out with nonchalance.
So, while you are on this way,
To a most secure and tranquil bay
Retain an eye out for other shipmates.
Who might look for some aid, or cates?
Who would bestow them a life belt?
Or perhaps an oar or paddle dwelt?
Maybe they can profit from your advice
Going around in loops and dreaming twice.
My unmet dream is to value all that I hold
All of the lovely people in my life are gold
The awe I deserve and am receiving
And the peace found with breathing.
3rd Place Contest Winner
Written: May 28, 2023
Dreaming Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
If made a man, I’d treat my woman right
By that I mean, I’d hold her through the night
I’d use my arms to shelter fragile form
Her tears I’d kiss and help to calm her storm
I’d listen to each word immersed in fear
And vow to shield her by my presence near
If made a man, I’d show her I was strong
This strength I’d use to never do her wrong
I’d use my words to make her melting start
Released to touch, they would caress each part
I’d look at her with eyes that claimed her fine
With tempered fierceness, show her she is mine
I’d pull and crush her tightly to my chest
Inhale her scent, feel softness of her breast
Undress her while I utter words of love
Assure her she’ll ascend to heights above
I’d claim her mouth, my tongue set to explore
Foretaste of what I’ll do to her and more
Her stately neck I’d graze with hungry lips
My fingers trailing curves of waist and hips
I’ll lose myself in softness of her breasts
Tongue, mouth, and hands employed in lover’s quest
Her navel traced with roving hungry hand
Sent to explore as though revirgined land
Her sighs and moans, my patient hands would heed
On love’s submission would my mouth then feed
Pleased that I’ve set her longing soul to flight
My reigned in passion I’d release with might
I’d smooth her hair until she gains her ground
The voice of love the only living sound
And when she’d turn her eyes to look at me
I’d say, “Again? Or should I let you be?!”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs,
IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise.
Stocks stride to records, touching the sky,
With eyes on CPI, the reason why.
The Japanese yen, in decline it stays,
Interest rate differentials pave the ways.
The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait,
For CPI results to decide their fate.
Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight,
In the worst performing price cycle’s plight.
European banks set to cut rates soon,
EUR/USD climbs, a one-month boon.
China’s probe into EU trade barriers thickens,
As June CPI trends downward, rate cut quickens.
Pepsi earnings watched, stocks tread still,
Investors brace for inflation’s will.
JP Morgan upgrades Malaysia’s grade,
Policy reforms and progress made.
CPI data lower than we thought,
Markets soar, in gains they’re caught.
WTI oil shows bearish trends,
Investors shun junk bonds, as bankruptcy ascends.
South Korea fears Trump’s second round,
JP Morgan expects Fed cuts abound.
Market’s bullish momentum extends,
US inflation cools, rate cut trends.
Will China’s bank boost its economy’s fire?
June CPI’s cut path higher.
Wall Street climbs on inflation’s ease,
Yet big tech slumps, investors seize.
Trump’s win could Bitcoin’s value inflame,
JPY’s intervention remains the same.
China’s exports rise, imports fall,
BoJ intervenes, inflation stalls.
ECB slow on cuts, poll shows,
Commodities rise, US CPI glow.
Pound sterling rises, gold retreats,
Higher bond yields, USD beats.
Yen’s rally pauses, intervention denied,
Turkey’s back, emerging market’s pride.
February 28 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Samuel 17-20
Key Verse – 1Samuel 17:47 And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD'S, and he will give you into our hands.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WINNING MY BATTLES
Thank You for winning my battles against carnality
Enabling me to fight over lusts’ iniquity
By Your power so mighty
Letting me overcome vanity’s infirmity.
Thank You for winning my battles against unbelief
Enabling me to triumph over doubts’ grief
By Your truth of assurance chief
Letting me subdue joyfulness’ thief.
Thank You for winning my battles against haughtiness
Enabling me to succeed over pride’s destructiveness
By Your example of humility and meekness
Letting me submit with willingness.
Thank You for winning my battles against materialism
Enabling me to profit over earthly gains’ imperialism
By Your wealth eternal beyond humanism’s intellectualism
Letting me endeavour toward contentment’s optimism.
Thank You for winning my battles against jealousy
Enabling me to tread over envy’s fervency
By Your gracious mercy and loving clemency
Letting me pursue after godly satisfaction’s persistency.
Thank You for winning my battles against indolence
Enabling me to serve over convenience and comfort’s insolence
By Your propelling instruction of inspiration-prevalence
Letting me practice diligence with weariness’ silence.
February 28, 2022
Where is your love is gone, my Dear? Where is your beloved
My beloved is gone done into his garden to the bed of spices to feed in the
garden and pick lilies of a different me and us the secret of our life he knows he found the loss and gains he respects in exploration and of course enjoying what clean air mist the sweet aroma skies taking notice of what is his high above the tattered bleeding soul hurt depress tears misunderstood blood pain blood bath unorthodox you see everlasting and eternal earthly propositions and other love gains we made that request down by the highest tower peak just look up and I will lift my eyes too unto the hill for where my help comes from helpmate status rose to my soulmate a kiss of two souls completely engrossed tantalizing in and out waves blowing truth in the wind and of waves soaring searching in and where this Alpha and Omega the beginning the end wind is amorous our of my existence it came from the Lord of lords I am my beloved and my beloved is mine he continues to feed among the lilies
Around the cornerstones and he tells me to turn away my eyes from him for
The beautiful wonderful feeling is blowing in the wind The fragrant rosed across the valley stream sweet mist was across the field! I- All the way to the firmament! the fire burned out doubt and destroyed fear my beloved came home And the corner we turned. But!
Sprinkled raindrops appear upsprings emotions And with a little smile up the road, we roam all up and down the space mountain stone walls
open gates over the place we call home. Shifts high we could not believe the next-level gratitude gripped our hearts with tears of joy flew and kissed the nectar that connects soul to soul
The brain vein kissed my breast the connect the thread of the veil
blood flowed but the vein pulsated love is just what God is Love expressed a journey of no regrets The sky was blue around the milestone
Crosswalk staircase stairs way up in Glory. We do rejuvenate many hands lifted up to glory up lifted hands reached up in adoration when dreams showed signed adoration too As I gazed out my window across the rustic lawn looking up at the sky thinking what a dream I had what is the interpretation of this to me in my everyday life? I wonder about this my dream one
The sky was blue no gray clouds.!.
I gave up on winning my mothers approval because I never received it,
in doing so gave up on winning approval and set free of it,
I do not know what this win offers and thus I do not need it,
I do not crave peoples acceptance thus I do not seek it,
my self worth isn't based on how others choose to perceive it,
I see walking with the herd as a manipulated weakness,
filtering what's heard fronting fake a common feature,
the fitting in the needy fix a superficial fixture,
I'm a human amongst humans yet I am a different creature,
not driven by corrupted gains framing fraudulent picture,
achievements aint achievements if achieved through acts deceitful,
competition comes with honour when done honestly with people,
win or lose the honours true and selfish looks like evil,
sneaky sly behind ones back is hardly strong or lethal,
transparent honesty from me a helpless impulsive speaker,
I'll call you on your gaslighting unfair to those beneath ya,
confronting trouble causes trouble but I cannot leave it,
because trouble causes trouble and shielding it's defeatist,
allowing it only allows the starters to repeat it,
and everytime the trouble grows the trouble is exceeded,
alike approval grows a greedy taste and they must eat it,
too many of them climb the chain, leaderless as leaders,
without a gain to ascertain blind eyes refuse to beat it
avoiding wrongs to awkwardness no lesson my life teaches,
I was made to stand alone and fight them on the beaches,
my path is that, my path, on a course which only reaches,
stature born from fitting in stops freedom and breeds leaches,
the greater your approval needs, the greater is your weakness,
do what right, to do what right brings order and brings neatness
walking my own route through life, wearing my own sneakers!
Instruction to court reporter
Despite the superb qualifications of these individuals, and despite the fact that President Trump and his legal advisors at the White House and Department of Justice reviewed, approved, nominated and appointed them to serve as interim U.S. Attorneys even before the Senate confirmed them, the President has now forced both of them to resign.
Todd Gilbert resigned about a month after his appointment as interim U.S. Attorney as he refused Department of Justice pressure to demote a longtime non-political attorney from the leadership team in his office. Erik Siebert resigned on September 19 as he refused Administration pressure to bring a baseless criminal case against someone who President Trump sees as a political opponent.
When asked on September 19 about Siebert, Trump admitted: “I want him out.” Trump later bragged about firing Siebert on his social media account. Bizarrely, he claimed that one reason was that Senator Warner and I had recommended him and that we were “bad guys” and “bad Senators.” He seems to have entirely forgotten that he himself nominated Siebert and Gilbert to be U.S. Attorneys!
Financial loss of counters opposite failing verbals
This task of free speech even when instructions are given legally fails the mind of staff members.
Yet term limits are produced in a non progressive product of conclusion
Corruption evidence from failure within the highest branches of government.
The process of liberating in military cut throat allergiance sense hesitates and war gains a list life no longer disruptive as passed tense is drawn.
CHAOS IN MY HEART
Chaos can emerge in an unsettled brain
But also in the heart, as I know too well
Surrendering rhythm and a regular beat
A place where thought and feelings meet
To realise that peace can no longer dwell
Like scraping across rough wooden grain
Any constant patterns are now disturbed
It is as if a sort of troubled anarchy rules
With violence breaking out at the border
A state in which it is embracing disorder
As if it were governed by a ship of fools
Without any plan how it may be curbed
A condition, but one can trace the cause
All logic having failed, no clarity remains
Or from where, any solution might come
It’s one more identified case of Zero sum
As it’s what one side loses, another gains
Yet it’s always designed to give one pause
When my world is otherworldly...
Built and bent on friction,
Often I make my escape
Into a form of fiction.
Whether book, a game or film...
Whatever entertains,
Its makeup can expand my mind
Without loss - only gains.
Words of something I can read
Ignite my imagination...
I see what is written in
A vision of creation.
Short or long, it doesn't matter...
Images in my mind
Can leave my otherworldly world
Somewhere far behind.
When I play a game, I can
Go somewhere else and be
Somebody on another mission...
Someone unlike me.
Strategically, I make my way
Until its campaign ends.
I can do this by myself
Or engage with my friends.
Watching videos of shows,
Movies and otherwise
Provide a feast of visions for
My open, hungry eyes.
I prefer to separate
What I view on the screen
From what can sometimes be in life
Better unheard or seen.
Fiction in its many makes
Can open and inspire...
Igniting what can be ablaze
With its own flames of fire.
When your world is otherworldly,
Try a piece of fiction.
The answer can sometimes be found
In another's depiction.
Collecting calmness and foam from the ocean of serenity
Omit the abyss and bring in utter happiness for an eternity
Moved forward and suffering in righteousness's sake as well as because of being tempted wickedly...
Faith and positivity triumphantly and efflorescently...maturing mesmerizing magnificence move us all...florescent, fantastic fervency
Oh, the suffering is unpleasant and unbearably awful...but it is so good to be misunderstood...it feels so good to struggle
Route of narrowness is right on my lane of thought
Trial is for those who endure until the end...not for the faint of heart - tranquil fruit of God's graciousness is spiritually and gloriously replenishing and nourishes the sad, dying soul -gains comfort to those in need...content in humility and not greedy for gain...gratitude attitude awakens again...comforting you and I