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In my every day travels of traveling on
I found a mood ring on the side of the road
Instead of my pocket where things I find go
I was put in the mood to put the ring on
Immediately it went from orange to pink
Happy with my find
It's not everyday you run across a treasure like this
Outside of the five-and-dime
Every minute or two I kept checking my mood
To see just how I felt
Between bouncing back the red and the black
Getting nervous I was overly stressed
Deciding to actively seek my mood ring to green
I went light blue instead
I had no problem with that as a matter of fact
With the feeling of being relaxed
Still I'd like to go back to the mood I was in
Before I knew about it
So I took a detour a smart move for sure
And dropped the ring back where I found it
~The Green Eyed Lad~
Nah Then, I’d like to spin you a yarn and weave a story for you to enjoy
It’s about a lad I know and I would have liked to have met as a boy
He is well traveled and I believe well read
His family worldwide they now seem to have spread.
Age is there now and his maturity abounds,
A deep sense of fun though is still around.
His eyes are green even though I’ve not seen
He says they are fading, but I bet they still gleam.
We have never met we are miles apart.
But I don’t have to see him for him to capture my heart
He has a deep affection for the place of his birth
He writes with a skill a longing and mirth.
It would have been nice to play up Wingate Nick
Share spice, have fun, and then take the mick.
We could have made up such fanciful fables
But we can’t go back or wish no, no one is able.
And round Heber’s Ghyll and perhaps Sugar Hill
At the bottom of which the Post Office is still.
His words that soothe and manipulate my senses
Upbuilding and mindful, no need for defenses.
If ?we met for a dinner He’s say “Get yourself outside of that” I think…
Because that’s the way they speak, they are violets that don’t shrink
It would have been fun to meet him weaving and plying his trade
Bought up with the clickerty clack that the weaving looms made.
But time passes us by and at too great a speed
Events mold our lives how they want, and not how we need
So to this green eyed lad I say thanks for being there
You know who you are, it's up to you if you share….
©~GG~ 17/08/2012
What do these share,
in common meta-euphoric relationship?
Dignity
Destiny
Dignified Destiny
PreDestined Dignity
Humanity
Integrity
Humane Integrity
Integral Humanity
Spirituality
Ego-Elasticity
Spiritual EgoElasticity
EcoElastic Spirituality?
And how, naturally,
And why, spiritually,
And when
and where
are these so essentially different?
If they are
or ever were
and must be
diverse facets
of natural synergy
and integral spirituality.
We often speak up
and out
for healthy destiny of humanity
but do we also make some sense
projecting wealthy humanitarian destinations
on Earth's resilient integrity?
And so strong hearted minds
and mind full compassioned hearts
go back and for
flowing in and out functions
Either/Or discontinuous
analogous frequencies
for integral Both/And
metaphoric probabilities
For avoiding toxic LeftBrain dominant
-isms:
Sophism
Capitalism
Nihilism
Sexism
Racism
Colonialism
is not BiCameral MultiCulturality,
Egoism
is not BiLateral Eco-NonToxicity,
Pessimism
is not Ego/Eco-binding
political Optimism,
Ageism
is not resilient Civility,
Nationalistic Patriotism
is not EarthTribe Matrioticity,
Heterosexism,
like Patriarchalism,
too long cancerously embodied
in NonCatholicity,
is not compassionate Christianity,
Evangelicalism
and its monoculturing
StraightWhite MisBegotten punishing god
of universal capital-infested evil,
remain oppressively stuck up
in a devolutionary decaying Tree
of unlovable NonLivability.
What is this LeftBrain dominant-ism
if not also deductive Either Orism
Without RightBrain co-arising
inductive Both/Andicity?
Authenticity
Integrity
Synergy
Felicity
Flexibility
Community
NonMendacity
Nutritionality
Levity
Beauty
Truth We See
Complicitly
She is Pacific ocean
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
Shallow it seems from the surface
But deep, very deep it decends
And what things it carry inside
Lively Coral reefs
And Volcanoes
Ready to errupt...
A world that can never be uncovered...
She is a cloud
Floating on air waves
Struggling to find a place
Where it will shower all of its gems
And those won't go wasted
But will reborn the dead soil
And the sleepy seeds
So precious, so full of potentials...!
She is a butterfly
With the heart of an eagle
Standing like a mountain
Against the Tsunamis
That rise when stones are thrown in the sea
Fragile yet very strong...
Emotional but Taciturn...
She is a moon
Having different phases
Which come out to roam every night
To enlight the valleys
To listen to the untold stories
And go back in morning to burry them....
She is light, she is beauty
A food for thought, a key to imaginations
And yes she is a flower
Scared of taking her hands of her face
For she will be cut, put in vase and eventually thrown away
Fate has this in store for flowers
She is but she is not
She exists but she does not
Like stars on a full moon night
She is there, and she is not!
She exists yet she does not...!!
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~Paghunda Zahid
Placed 01 in Brian's J. Select any form any theme poetry contest
If you're not sure if God does exist,
This, please be willing to try.
Think about Him in the most loving way,
Ignore thoughts that say to deny.
Just start thanking Him for all that you see,
And especially for creating you.
What can you lose for thinking He is there,
Or can do what the bible says He can do?
I have had problems and saw no way out,
All that I could do was cry.
A voice said "you've got nothing to lose,
You might as well give it a try?"
I thought. "I'm just one of billions of people,
Would the Creator care about my request?"
Tears in my eyes, I said "God I need help?"
The events that followed told me "YES!"
Things began to fall right in place,
The right persons or words at the right time.
A stranger passed by said something to me,
What he said was what I sought in my mind.
My children, I tell you that God really cares,
But you must be willing to believe.
You do your part and He will do His,
What you need He'll be sure you receive.
Most have grown up playing make believe,
or had an invisible friend.
Just try it again now, this time with God,
And you'll have a good outcome in the end.
The bible don't sugar coat anything about God,
The good and the bad is there too!
Never has there been a book that is written,
Where everything in it proves true.
We cannot blame others. It is our choice,
As to whether or not God is real.
To all of my children, God has answered many prayers,
Trust the bible and not how you feel.
Here is something simple, do it His way,
Give thanks to Him throughout the day.
You will notice something wonderful inside,
As a response to the things that you say!
A knowing you can't seem to put into words,
Happenings you cannot ignore.
Once you stop and go back to old ways,
Your heart will say "Please give me more!"
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
(D.H. Lawrence)
"The Beginning of Memory"
Wouldst thou reconcile thy fate
with the turn of a card?
Sweet child doest thou tempt all the Gods
to "Lost Woods",
beckon to thee the Three Moirae,
to question perchance your dreams
spin them gold thread from reel?
Or to romance Court Jesters,
leading them freedom fluttering
**** to the Wind,
a kiss to be sealed?
What beckoned you here in the first instance,
a whim of the heart?
Or perchance to hunt for an intriguing tonic
to tear it apart?
Wouldst thou be seeking the words for a book
carried by other Blue Crying Larks?
Twouldst seem, thou art consumed by
overpowering memories
of some wretched cursed pox
of a dream from thy past.
But time is bleeding into days waning fast,
life’s to be seized to be blunt
Plundering, efflorescence for Kings
to pin them with blessed Purple Hearts
Consorting with legions of temporal angels
to tarry and gander a golden egg pass
Perhaps it is best to seek guidance
from Shakesperian Masters at last
How would I compare
a love joy kind of Sonnet
to better unfurl their Venetian masks,
to a frolicking Midsummer feast in the dark woods
e’er to be lost in the maze?
Is this pure folly or reckless courage ablaze?
"Tut-tut" from the pulpit, "today’s not the day…"
Sigh,“So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
long live this and this gives life to thee”
So tarry not too long here my Palimpsest Dreamer
My embrocation to you, Deus Ex Machina
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA9q6uwcBio
I remember long ago, the day i fell in love with you,
before the chaos, before the judgement, before the world stole my view,
the fun house mirrors surrounded me to distort my heart away,
the lies of shapes and sizes told me everyday,
i asked where was the love in all of this? and i begged to come back home,
i closed my eyes, and in a dream i knew your answer was no,
this "why?" was a constant question, when i saw you in my dreams,
and when the lies became overwhelming, i closed my eyes to see,
we met in a beautiful banquet hall, with rose colored carpet and chandaleres,
you stood in the middle of the room and danced with me, and you shattered the mirrors of fear,
you held me in your arms as i cried out all of the pain,
and wiped my tears, and said to me, "now go back and do it all over again.."
Father McGee
Walk into the church
when he saw
a man on the front pew
He sat there, legs crossed
And looked a bit lost
So Mcgee asked "Can I help you"
The man with a nod, replied
"I am God"
And McGee thought he misunderstood
Pardon me Sir, I'm not sure that I heard
For me hearing isn't so good
The man soon repeated
From where he was seated
"I am God and this is my house"
McGee then in shock
Ran a full Block
All the way to see Archbishop Klaus
He explained to the Bishop
What the man claimed
And ask the Archbishop, "Is He"
The Bishop was slow to
Replied "I don't know
But you'd better go back
And look busy"
We have writing.
In notebooks.
And mini notebooks that are in our bags and pockets.
Revealed sometimes.
Not always when we choose.
We have nature.
We have friends.
We have adventures.
We have the mental hospital.
We have time,
To write,
Sometimes,
When we want to,
When we have to-
Go back to the hospital.
We have writing there too.
We meet people who enjoy talking.
We write with crayons.
Crayons can carry baggage too.
We have writing.
Sometimes,
Until lights out.
Then my paper becomes a whisper.
We have to write.
Even at night.
Even in here.
My words become fear.
I open my drawer, shaking.
They took it all away.
Whose is the heart that bursts with pride each time she sees your face.
Whose are the eyes that dart about, to check your world is safe.
Whose are the arms that wrap you up and hold you tight and close.
Whose is the love that's always there whenever you need it most.
Whose is the smile that lights the room when you are smiling too.
Whose shoulder is the place to be, when only a cuddle will do.
Whose chest is warm and comforting when you're a weary soul.
Whose motivation only has your happiness as her goal.
Whose are the tears that cry for you as you grow old and free.
Whose is the heart that aches so much, in the space where you should be.
Whose is the head that knows that you must find your path alone.
Whose is the voice that welcomes you each time you go back home.
Who could have so many facets that make her oh so great.
Who has you on her mind each day, and today we celebrate.
Whose hands hold and guide you, in a way unlike another.
All these are part and parcel of the joys of being a mother.