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I woke up feeling better today,
in a post-trauma kind of way.
This prompts me to give priority to gathering notes
with supporting documents
from my previous
nonviolently communicating
life.
And, of course,
to baking for our first community social in two days.
I don't think my Attorney needs any further evidence
for a late-October hearing.
I suspect that when the Bully
reads our Attorney's Corporate letter,
my need for a hearing
will quickly dissipate.
For some reason,
this Snarky When Experiencing High Social Anxiety
needs to read
ruminate
RabbitHole cold
hard Patriarchal-Capitalist
retributive justice lessons
speaking CORPORATE ATTORNEY language.
It would, of course, be much less expensive and traumatic
to restore compassionate communication
Endorsing normal
civil-adult humility
of being quick to say,
as our mother's taught us,
so they wouldn't be raising no bratty kids,
"I'm sorry"
and, say right out loud
and proud, to others,
"I forgive your temporary insanity"
And, inside,
"Thereby also forgiving my own past excursions into temporary insanity"
on a bad
RightWing offensive
Bullying
LeftBrain humiliating day.
All of which seems to suggest,
as the brownies cool,
that ecocidal ideation,
rather than inspired by warm
boundlessly inclusive
free forgiveness
cooperative win/win
sacred EarthTribal
Yin-tegral compassion,
Teaches win/lose
patriarchal-capitalist
cold
hard
and expensive CORPORATE ATTORNEY-speak
and bill by the hour
expensive eco-political lessons
of RightWing bipolar madness
rather than dipolar co-arising
Left/Right resilient gladness.
A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.
The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park
and a camp of makeup obsessed men.
The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet
except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate.
February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies.
Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival
and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event,
while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed
as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers
actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence.
A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment,
personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups,
a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink;
very cultured to even create a backlash
on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake;
typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past.
A territory of very bright and brainy students;
the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others;
and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world.
It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives
all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted,
suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies;
somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun
to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews.
Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats,
it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.
now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of femininity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste femininity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
Form:
If soldiers aren't disheartened by fright
and keep vigilant eyes on their target,
they surely will claim an extraordinary victory;
what does it take to win a battle, if not audacity?
To combat evil is to face the enemy boldly and fiercely,
humiliating him with awesome might, aiming high;
a defeat teaches the adversary to give up something...
would be dedicated and loyal soldiers turn their back on their country,
regardless of how undefeatable and cruel the adversary seems in reality?
Hasn't any wounded soldier invoked an impossible yearning?
Keep an eye on that dawning flag, hold its unbroken pole...
it must never fall on that barren ground stained by blood-red color,
lest a skirmish takes down the commander officer unable to yield;
fight harder, advance, and gain ground make a horrifying noise,
scare them away: this tactic has worked on a Roman battlefield:
amid explosions, screams, and bloody corpses, there's no choice!
If soldiers aren't disheartened by fright, they'll face death fearlessly;
their oath can't be broken by fear, treachery, demise, or defiance;
even today the youngest ones show their patriotism and loyalty
to lead their country to victory with the willingness of sacrifice!
June 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 13
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father’s instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTRUCTING ME WITH YOUR REBUKE
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my afflicting selfishness
By Your loving kindness
But also upholding me beyond stubbornness…
Best of all, caring for me with Your goodness.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my vexing transgression
By Your affirming transformation
But also correcting me of my attitude’s corruption…
Best of all, converting me with Your redemptive function.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my irritating iniquity
By Your merciful authority
But also controlling me despite my worldliness-caused infirmity…
Best of all, ruling over me with Your sovereignty.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my humiliating arrogance
By Your meekness-teaching assistance
But also commending me in subduing defiance…
Best of all, wrapping me around Your meekness-anchored deliverance.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my insulting unbelief
By Your truthfulness that smites doubt and brings relief
But also cheering me in my frustration’s grief…
Best of all, asserting to me Your Word-wisdom as principally chief.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my debilitating motive
By Your exposing directive
But also fixing me up through acts, heavenly rehabilitative…
Best of all, strengthening me with Your faith-empowerment so active.
June 20, 2022
In my few quiet moments, I always say grace,
a mother first, trying to find my place,
my eyes are tired, every single day,
I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way.
A co-worker's friendship is definitely great,
I work so hard, yet my bills are still late.
Im trying to juggle the roles, of being both mom and dad,
sometimes crying in bathroom, not wanting the kids to see me sad.
For them I work long hours, trying to make it all alright,
hiding the struggles that haunt me at night.
I want to be enough,
Why is this life so tough?
As a daughter, I wanted to make them proud,
but I suffer the burden of them humiliating me in front of a crowd.
A true love with someone I hope to share,
someone who means it when they say they’ll always be there.
For all that I strive to give, for all that I try,
here comes my racing thoughts,
asking myself why?
I dream of a moment where love holds the key,
to the genuine heart I have for them all,
something I fear they will never see.
And the Oscar goes to… The Academy.
Oh my God… We did it! We won our own Oscar.
From the Academy to the Academy I would like to say thank you.
Thank you for your Outstanding performance in creating such a mental, emotional, heartbreaking, joyous, disappointing, humiliating, happy, depressing, exciting, judgmental award show. Thank you for the emotional highs and lows and for the honor of displaying all the ness - nervousness, gratefulness, hurtfulness, happiness, sadness.
I would also like to say thank you to the Academy for designing the ultimate, top-notched award that appears to be the great “I made it Moment” of validation in one’s life. Thank you for producing a show so much so that it is made to be all about "the Oscar" (the trophy). The heightened level of anticipation, anxiety and emphasis leading towards the show is so focused on who will be obtaining one of these prestigious awards. I am so grateful and honored on behalf of the Academy to receive this award, so once again, Thank you.
Message to the actors and actresses from me, not the Academy.
It appears when it comes to the actors and actresses (nominated or not) you seem the least valuable, yet you bring the greatest value, not the award itself. Ok, you didn’t win, or you were not even nominated, does that diminish your role as an actor? No, not at all. This award does not validate who you are. You are Amazing! God knows you are Amazing, I know you are Amazing and the world knows you are Amazing. Also, keep in mind, it’s not about the “award,” but the REWARD. So do not allow your focus to be heighten or dampened about obtaining this award, because God has gifted, equipped and rewarded you with the “Greatest Reward” - The Gift of Acting, so you already won, Period. It’s over, nothing to prove! So hold your head up, let your light continue to shine and continue to use your gift to fulfill God’s purpose, not man’s.
Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
I was a total novice when I joined the site
hadn’t got a clue what was wrong or right
You were arrogant with overbearing bravado
patronising me, saying my poetry was trite
In your eyes I didn’t write ‘proper’ poetry
and became hell bent on humiliating me
Acting like you were a poetry aficionado
who’d swallowed an archaic dictionary
You made barbed comments, it was so cruel
and even challenged me to a ‘poetry dual’
behaving like an egotistical desperado -
in the end you’re the one looking a fool
I stopped posting poetry for a short while
got soup mails, folk were missing my style
People preferred my wit to the dull ‘dodo’
he left the site, I stayed to bring a smile!
A true tale of what happened to me a few months after I joined soup - this guy couldn't stand the fact my fun poems were more appreciated that his 'superior' sonnets and he challenged me to a dual to see who got the most comments and reads. In the end I stopped posting for a while but got so much support I bounced back
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Sponsored by Mark Koplin
20/29/20
I sit here, night after night, watching human children and I am so bored. They bicker and fight about everything. It’s the same old thing, never ending.
When I shine my light upon some, they run and hide; no doubt guilty of something. I ponder how we of such intellect, birth such petty babies?
Earth had so much going for her; such potential until she birthed humans in her womb...what went wrong? I try to shed light on it; to show the glitch, if I, Sister Moon can’t reveal it, perhaps my Brother Sun can? Oh well, every family has its problems but, one would think a family the size of mine and at our age would’ve progressed beyond them.
When Sun awakens, I’ll ask him to look into the situation; he smiles through everything. Me, I ponder and watch the humiliating spectacle; I’m puzzled by those creatures.