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La Cavalera Catrina 1910-1930:
An etching by cartoonist and lithographer, José Guadalupe Posada
Of a Garbancera, elegant skull, an upper-class woman of the Porfiriata
Has become a character icon of the Mexican “Día de Los Muertos”
A celebration of life in which it is much believed or “muy fuertos”
That the spirits of the dead are to return to their home
with relatives on these two days to spend time, it’s well known
Writing “calaveritas” which are short, humorous poems shared
With family and friends who show how much they cared
About a living person, how they died, then published to publicize
In magazines and newspapers, mostly celebrities and politicians to satirize
There is art that is added to the light-heartedness of the occasions
Skeletons drinking, dancing, and celebrating, depicted in humorous situations
Sugar skulls or calaveras made as edible or decorative skulls for the day
Another tradition, they are baked from either sugar called Alfeñiques or clay
It is custom to see sugar skull makeup on children, adults in array
to represent departed souls for Day of the Dead and All Souls Day
Resolutions Poetry
Related meanings I have to firmly determine myself
Everyone lies to themselves resolvere, "to loosen, undo, settle."
Stick-to-it-iveness pertinaciousness we find ourselves in abated promises
O bstinacy my power over myself obduracy obdurateness fosters my grit
Loyal testiments truths stout-heartedness
Unified in boldness steadfastness dedication commitment in awe
Tenacity, tenacity, tenacity strong-mindedness constancy
Intension intentness fixity of purpose when we change our minds
Openly staying power spiritedness strength of character
No one tries hard as us purposefulness resolute yearly onslaughts
So we all promise to do better
01/19/20
~Placed 10th in contest
Acrostic poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
"she was overcome with grief"
sorrow
STILL CRYING
spirit filled in misery
Mind completely in sadness
STILL CRYING
O' how in anguish
In pain distress agony
STILL CRYING
Torment affliction suffering
Help me, Lord
STILL CRYING
In the heartache
Heartbreaks
STILL CRYING
broken-heartedness
the heaviness of woe
STILL CRYING
So alarming desolation
despondency dejection
STILL CRYING
angst mortification
mourning bereavement
STILL CRYING
As I lament regret in remorse
mama died
daddy died
I'm so sad, think I'm mad
STILL CRYING
7/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
I saw society drain away to the gutter on the street
How I wished I could help the disheartened ones we meet
Everyone effected by the thoughtless acts of disregard.
Passion within to change this soulless way, how avant-garde
Needing to pursue my passion for the greater good
Never fearing the negativity upheld, loved ones would
Joining an organisation that gave me a grant to make the change
The power to be compassionate to humanity in a grand range.
Polished boots, razor sharp creases, keen from the first moment
Wanting to change the lives of everyone, even if it’s atonement
Years on, finding out its money for the same old rope
Hungry for fulfilment, I need to stop this fear, and give all hope
Communities fearing the violence from demoralised youths
“Nothing to do” is the reply, none of these words are home truths
Street culture, such a powerful way of life, this is all they know
Searched by authority, a much needed but negative show
My Kind-heartedness was passion, I’m now in a moral debate
Supporting victims of crime, but wanting to put suspects straight
Humanity is a single word, so we must help one another to stand tall
This is now my agenda, dedication to build a safer future for all
Endless hours writing to governing bodies to see my radical approach
Youth engagement with sports, that’s where I became a dodge ball coach.
Promotion in the field of sports to brake down barriers with kids
Work will never end with constant battles with funding all those bids
My life is dedicated now to change the world, as we all know it
This pure heart is with the victims of crime, and the ones who commit
We must guide the misguided as they only see what we show them
Wholeheartedness, lets do this together, or we are the ones to condemn
For Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen contest "Kindheartedness"
"And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you."
Ephesians 4:32 KJV
On my living room wall there hangs a plaque which reads
“Be kind”
Ephesians 4:32
Silly me – I had believed that verse
to be the Bible’s shortest!
However, though the scripure is a bit longer than that,
“Be kind” captures the full scripture’s essence.
How difficult can it be to simply be kind?
Yet events in the world today
show how sadly lacking
this attribute is!
Imagine a world where kindness prevailed.
Strangers you dealt with often on a daily basis
smiled, were courteous and helpful, never being abrupt with you;
parents disciplining their children practiced love and consideration;
all people practiced the Golden Rule (another of my favorite scriptures);
husbands showed tender-heartedness toward their wives
and wives to their husbands the same.
How could there be domestic violence and abuse
if those in committed relationships
understood the simplicity of being kind?
How could the cycle of abuse continue
if it were never started in the first place?
It’s easy to be kind to friends and loved ones.
But to those who have wronged us -
forgiveness is the kindness
that will set us free!
Adultery, abuse in all its forms, rape, murder, and mayhem -
all of these would cease to be
if everyone were simply
kind.
June 5, 2020 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Scripture Contest
July 17, 2021 for 'A Brian Strand July 18' Poetry Contest
Know that I am filled with light
Reflecting off of your heart, your soul
Your imagination and inspiration
Your kindness, hope and more…
Your glow of gladness soothing me
With sensations, like whispers,
Grazing my spirit with their laughter
Coloring me in hues of lavender
Happily illuminating my loving nature
With peppering raindrops of hope
Know that I am filled with faith
Flowing through me in waves of grace
Like music playing across the way
Smiling at the promise of kindness
Drifting along, like a tide, waiting
For the moment when it can rise
Swiftly sharing its complete truth
The wish for one moment of self-assurance
Breaking the barriers of pain and worry
Praising the One who is always worthy
Know that I am your thoughts
Longing to color your heart in truth
Invaluable and intense and inspiring
Alive in ways that I can’t explain
With silence that screams of miracles
Wonders to sustain your heart
Through warmth, hope, love that lives
To give a part of me to your thoughts
Where I yearn to live eternally waiting
For your prompt to give my embrace
Sweet love of mine, know that I am
Filled with a spirit of kind-heartedness
That loves you with compassion that breaths
Exhilaration, imagination, self-confidence
Love that breaths intimacy and insight
Laughter, truth and complete devotion
To the heart that has taken me in and given
Safety from harm, light that rises at dawn
Starry skies in the night, echoes of warmth
Welcoming me home to a heart that is family
Sweet love of mine… You are my home!
There are things that we sow, and we do not desire to reap their harvest.
In fact, we might later engender aversions to the distaste we created.
But there is a fixed law that says, 'we reap what we sow'.
Inertia remains until an outside force alters its status.
Inertia must be a rarity in our vast volatile universe
because it seems that everything out there is in motion.
Commitment and consistency are always welcome,
But repetition that hopes for change yields a
sameness that is tantamount to insanity.
Dark, demonic, and horror books and movies,
I cannot abide and refuse to read or watch them.
To certain things, I must close my mind.
Our mortal being desires what it sees and feels.
Whether informed or ignorant of the actual cost,
Often, we do not desire to pay the hefty price.
I have an aversion to inhumane traditions.
Does it serve the few and enslave the many?
Is it demoralizing, humiliating, and racist?
I have an aversion to half-heartedness.
Should we not give it our all or not at all?
Sincerity alone does not make it holy.
And I think insincerity is repulsive.
Clearly, Hypocrisy has no winners.
I find narcissism most repugnant.
We have been told that fools rush in
where angels fear to tread. Some fears are
healthy. If the traffic light is red, wait.
Have respect for the ways of Rose as well as Ray.
If an entity is not broken, leave it be; Let it lay.
However, if it is broken, fix it now without delay.
Heroism is earned, not self-proclaimed.
Once upon a time, bleeding the ill was
a medical procedure that later proved
to be totally worthless and deadly.
I suppose that water takes the course of least
resistance because she feels that it is essential
to keep flowing. May we be conduits through which
God's love flows like an ever-flowing river.
092422PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest.
Strand. 5P
The sun came out, and the temperature rose. Is it Spring? Has the clock said so? We feel a light to our steps, a warming of the heart. Is it Spring? People have changed their winter coats for soft sweaters and jackets. Is it Spring? The birds have come back. The trees are full with leaves and your heart feels a certain lift. Yes, it is Spring and you feel it.
Colors are in bloom. People want to talk. All of the different languages seems to come together. What makes it Spring? Is it just the weather? No, its that feeling of light heartedness. That moment when you know, the snow is gone and your body takes on that magnificant glow. People feel light, people feel free and so it begins that movement of me.
The colors and Oh, I forget to tell about the smells. Oh yes, how great the odor of Spring. Like the flavors of violet and lavender, lemons and apples, taste it. Taste it, feel it, and smell it. Spring has arrived.
Why does a powerful moment of passion,
of inspiration
often feel like need for immediate ego-expiration,
harvesting over-filled compassion?
Why a need to breathe in
followed by back out exhalation
to share, virally spread
a tool for relationship-building
through impassioned out-pathic communication?
Why does a moment of life lived fully,
ecologically co-relational,
often feel accompanied by an ego-death copay?
Theologically disconnected,
released,
lost,
yet ecologically reconnecting
repurposing regenerations.
Why does quality of mortal health
come at quantitative cost
of immortal self-sacrifice?
Why does faith
lived fully in multiculturing community
often derive from win/lose fragmented loss
of over-powering theological confluence,
Why does
stagnant tolerance substitute for dynamic peace,
win/lose patience for win/win well-being,
whole heartedness?
Why do monotheistic aspirations replace catholic global consciousness,
and why does eternal damnation seem to trump timeless compassion?
Why does climate health
often feel like a reborn end
to global win/lose climates
of pathology?
Internal yin as external yang
right mind as co-passioning left brain
ecofeminist as non-patriarchal experience
green integrity as immortal red strength's potential
resonance as harmonic
interdependently polyphonic as universally polypathic
past eulogy as promised future integrity?
Why mortality
of secularized, segregated ego
rather than immortality
of EarthTribe's sacred trans-regenerations?
Why spatial polypathic quantities, degenerating
rather than
temporal polyphonic qualities, regenerating?
Why left brain either/or dominant
rather than
right mind both/and prominent
yang yintegrity?
Why zeroism's empty future information
rather than zeroistic fully inspired past exformation?
Why depressive ego-dying courage
rather than impressive eco-living curiosity?
Why anxious climate
world view
and not cooperative climate of anticipation
view of Earth?
On one's perspective considering
that you are skillfully of being an
illusionist, a magician that you
strategically elude, distort and
pursue to overpower my kindness
and intelligence for weakness with
your finesse, with void of your
tactlessness maybe reference to
repeatedly distracting and pulling
my strings are your a puppet master?
Manipulating my every move, thoughts
and opinions, your words are comparable
to butter smooth, a excessive jive
talker with a quickness, a dealer a
warden of someone else's mind a
monoplizer of someone other
person's vulnerability. A excessive
finnesser must be your technique
also strategies, On the otherhand
nothing lasts permanently whilst
false heartedness is involved and
triviality isn't easy in one's mind.