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Organization man. In the best sense
creating the environment in which experiments
can be savored and remembered.
Then there is the world of interlocked
organizations. A world of missions and contracts
finely tuned and binding.
Is the formation of associations
as instinctual as nesting and gestation?
A leader may be one who asks a question.
Or may be one imposing order.
Imposed through consensus and broad shoulders.
Waits, watches, acts his part.
I was impressed by the list of distinguished senators
from Vermont. He placed himself among men,
orators, imperfect, in history.
We march forward, imperfect in our justice
and compassion. Overriding logic with conscience
sometimes, not often, when it counts.
And mercy. A seemingly irrational, total
abnegation of the markets, rules of war, law.
Good to be so flawed.
Flesh And Bone
David J Walker
What is the weight of
this flesh and bone
Night wind
calling home
the souls of those
long gone
slow until the coming dawn
who still tread the trails of youth
tell me
did you sin
did you say your prayers
under the stars or stairs
did you finally win
the blue ribbon
he wears
as if it were the truth
what is the weight of this
flesh and bone
abandoned dreams
when the day is done
a rusted sun
in muted streams
a mournful drone
imperfect clone
of a bygone day undone
free me from this flesh and bone
call me home
let me walk with
those long gone
all alone
into the coming dawn
Look around and watch people stroll by,
our physical differences are quite evident:
tall, short, fat, skinny, happy, unhappy,
miserable, friendly, insensite and naughty...
isn't the image of the Human Race imperfect,
should we blame it on the lack of human contact?
I pass them by and notice how swift is their pace,
is it because they wear face masks and are afraid?
This could be true, the pandemic has drastically changed
us in ways so intisocial and sarcastic never seen before!
Even President Trump has caught the horrible virus
for not wearing a face mask...why are some still skeptical?
My workplace is a zone of condoners, very few obey the rules;
we have been warned of the consequences, don't be a fool!
Isn'y ours a defying society where greedy and disrespectful
folks care less and go around maskless infecting others?
Now, politics are the focus of the presidential elections,
both Democrats and Republicans fight fiercily to obtain their goal.
The only thing that bothers and worries me is the violent riots
we recently have witnessed in Minneapolis, New York and elsewhere;
is social justice done by defunding the police and destroying property?
Civilized people shouldn't be violent if they care about changes in society.
hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation
sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day
more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation
worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey
faded granite marker put in position two hundred years ago
no matter how tight we cling to existence, it shall leave us behind
dark silence of ornate gilded nave constrained angst for generations
always shall be the prospect of something beyond our imagining
hiking along the high trail yields broad vistas of surrounding islands
suffering through the high-pitched howling of a bitter northerly wind
desiring to ensure that the lies which I tell myself are harmless
better a fond memory than just another imperfect being
within life's confines, relevance has ever been a moving target
God's chosen people were unfaithful
to the God they once loved but now left
how was God going to respond to this?
being rejected His right to use His fist
But God doesn't act like a man would do
He chose to love these people as His own
to adopt them making His love to abound
upon an unlovely imperfect people, He did atone
Then these people show their rejection
using accusatory language so rude
'How have you loved us?' they say
being rebellious against love totally good
God then shows His justice upon them
opposing Edom the people of Esau
allows them to fall into wickedness
His anger eternal to those spurned His law
But Christ came to select His own
for God's love spreads over all folk
all of Christ's life covers their rebellion
He gave His life to those who are broke
(The oracle of the word of the Lord to Israel by Malachi.
“I have loved you,” says the Lord. But you say, “How have you loved us?” “Is not Esau Jacob's brother?” declares the Lord. “Yet I have loved Jacob but Esau I have hated. I have laid waste his hill country and left his heritage to jackals of the desert.” If Edom says, “We are shattered but we will rebuild the ruins,” the Lord of hosts says, “They may build, but I will tear down, and they will be called ‘the wicked country,’ and ‘the people with whom the Lord is angry forever.’” Your own eyes shall see this, and you shall say, “Great is the Lord beyond the border of Israel!”)
Malachi 1: 1-5 (ESV)
Imperfect indifferent ineffective Ivan Inglebritzen
Was wistfully, wildly, wantonly weird at work.
Not indispensable, but rather despicable, desperate and diabolical.
Cautious co-workers candidly discussed dozens of Ivan’s idiotic decisions.
Determined to alert Alvin, our alluring but not attentive boss.
Bernie, Beaver and Betty bellowed about his shoddy shortcomings.
Providing proof of Ivan’s problematic predictably imperfect performances.
astute assessments failed on prideful, persnickety, president Alvin.
asinine attempts at preventing Ivan from essential employment a bust.
These three did not know that Ivan was Alvin's caustic cousin.
Alvin kept him, not wanting him to crash on his cushy comfortable couch.
I wonder why we are so selective?
Selective in what we hear…
Selective in what we see…
Selective in what we say…
Selective in what we read…
Why?
Why do we pick and choose and run the risk of misunderstanding others? Why don't we put our energies and efforts and affections into understanding the hidden messages instead of taking the easy way and interpreting that which is revealed?
Why?
Wouldn't it be healing if we could read between the lines and the ACTUAL lines?
If we could speak out what is hidden deep and not just on the tip of our tongues?
If we could see the inner motives: the light behind the eye, the love behind the smile, the fear of rejection behind the gesture?
If we could hear what isn’t being said?
How lovely if we could do all this instead of giving in to our selective nature?
Lost in translation…In an imperfect sin riddled world, we imperfect beings translate with our own jaded understanding what we see, hear, speak, and read…and we risk, yes, we RISK being subjected to others' selective choice in cutting us out of their lives.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
As an imperfect man who is journeying towards a better version of himself
A man who is not strong because of his strength but willingness to push through his brokenness
An individual who will continue to mess up so please know my love is not perfect but rather a work in progress
I'm not making excuses; I'm trying to tell the truth
Too many misunderstand what I love you is
So, when I say that phrase to you as much as I can fit it within our remaining time to feel...
I'm saying my love is all I really have because no amount of anything could ever replace it
My love is broken but that means there is room for it to heal, to become stronger, and there's no one else is rather do this with than you
My love will never reach the heights you deserve
It will never be full enough to fill the empty spots of your past or the bruised parts of our home
It will not be able to provide our family with enough to reach the full potential from shooting stars
The song of my heartbeat keeps playing for you like the song you play when your heart feels beat up
And when the batteries run out, I'll sing for you
But it's never enough to even scratch the surface
However, for everything my love isn't HE IS
So, when I say I love you I'm really communicating how God has allowed me to borrow His sacrifice to help provide you with everything you deserve
When I say I love you it's God speaking for me through everything I prayed for
I love you is me holding your heart because God is holding mine
Love is falling through faith with wings of His promises
You are a reflection of a perfect love so I'm doing my best to look myself in the mirror
Ask the hard questions, because love is something we make not give
p.s. I didn't understand it, until I met you…
Once upon a time, basking in sublime gardens of Eden
blissful essence of presence did as was bidden
soul ingrained with delight from head to toe
imbibing divine elixir, joyful heart aglow
humming a happy melodious verse
in resonance with pulse of the universe
feeling complete, in heightened bliss replete
until head and heart cracked, love sank to our feet
Reworded, we may say we shifted away from oneness
to a deluded, imaginary stature of ego separateness
presence feeling limited, imperfect and flawed
earthbound till soul be healed and thawed
pursuing desire in maya borne illusion
until exhaustion gets us to the recognition
that joy eternal lies not in the transient ephemeral
we again rekindle love in heart, with cognition spherical
In this journey without movement, we take off ego mask
for which no doing need be done, so easy is this task
our heart which is broken, due to love forsaken
shakes off deluded facade, when shaken
shifting by cessation into stillness and silence
awakening inner polarity of mind-body sentience
fabric of ignorance torn, ego shorn, now twice born
suffused by love magnetism warm, we once again adorn
14-June-2021
Writing prompt ‘flawed’ poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
employing the following words once only:
flawed, mask, broken, cracked
facade, torn, illusion, imperfect
Free Speech and Equalized Opportunities
Sometimes can be the issues rattling sensitive
In some portion of the earthly forests
Birds restricted to sing freely are sad
As their words simply are suspect would
Have made some others look stupid
This generates lots of conflictions and chaos
From bird to bird, also from flocks to flocks
It contradicts the real meaning of springtime
By nature, birds should be harmony as heralded
By mating, and giving birth instead for fighting for
Free singing and opportunities equalizing, off
Making added offsprings, which eventually extinct
The bird species and left a still world imperfect