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Trust?
What is Trust?
Is it a belief?
Or is it a profound awareness?
Or maybe selective acceptance?
Is it possibly a denial of choosing?
Or could it be a faith?
Is it Trust of another?
Or denial of oneself?
Do we trust in actions shown?
Or trust in words previously known?
Should we trust what we see?
Or deny what we know?
Is Trust in another,
Denial in ourselves?
Or is trusting one's self
Denying loyalty of another?
Is Trust an action?
Or a reaction?
Is total trust in another
Accepting failure of one's self?
Is trusting a way to show love?
Or does it show foolishness?
Is it a means to an end?
Or an end of means?
Is it a way to build self-esteem?
Or to build character?
How about a way to reciprocate
Is it a way to build honor?
Or a way to become a doormat?
Could it be just a cruel game?
Making you a pawn of twisted evil?
Or a master of loyalties?
Is it a science?
Or a conscience?
Is it good or evil?
Is trusting another a twist of roles?
Gender roles or placement roles?
Does trust mean one is inferior?
Does trust in another show weakness?
Therefore, making one submissive?
Or to be able to show strength?
Therefore, making one superior?
Does trust establish true dominance?
What does trust really mean?
Is it a verb or a noun?
Is it an instinct? Or a feeling?
Is it fiction or fact?
Is it better to trust in one's actions?
Or to trust in their unspoken words?
Do you show trust by giving up integrity?
Does it make you a mindless sheep?
Keeping you trainable?
Or does it make you a wile coyote?
Carefully disguising mind-control?
What does 'Total Trust' imply?
Absolute doubt?
Or absence of proof?
Does it make someone a friend or a foe?
Is one's ability to accept trust right or wrong?
Is Trust something you can learn?
Or is it something you must earn?
Is trusting a sign of progress?
Or is it brainwashing?
Is Trust in another settling for less?
Or does that faith in someone give you more?
To trust is give faith blindly.
Or does it truly open our eyes?
Is Trust an emotion? Or a feeling?
Do we dare to trust?
Or do we trust to dare?
When we trust, are we more aware?
Or does trust imply that we don't care?
T hey’d aughta not called nookie
H eaven’s blessed cookie...
E ither burd or bee, cause neither's a lookie!
B urds well der feathered, not like me?
I n da interest of clarity, I’m certainly NO bee?
R obins do have red breasts and I have two, see?
D ern, maybe dat's why dey calls dem da burds and da bees?
S o, if da ladies da burd, da guy must be da bee?
A nyway, why didn’t dey call IT da cows and da doves?
N ow, cows at least got legs and doves are for luv!
D rat, I still don’t get da bee stingy thingie, "Gov?"
T he bees has a sting YIKE and bees sure love honey.
H ell, maybe they thought a man'd sting ya for money?
E ither dat or “Hmmm,” some ladies are real punny?
B et we women smell real sweet, I guess, and da bees fly to honey?
E eeeeeekkk, I so confuddled, I feel like Mikey Rooney?
E ach dern metaphors is making me more looney tooney!
S imply forget da dern foolishness and give me a groomie!
Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust...
Poetic Introduction:
I wax and wane rhapsodic
plus prosaically politic
aware severe erosion
of American democracy
over run by narcissistic
over stuffed ego-freezer,
whose vocabulary
extremely laconic
foe swash buckling braggadocio
commander in chief
not gun shy
to brandish (hugely
bully like) jingoistic
tirade unleashing horrific
banshees more'n 10, 000
foo fighting maniacs
(nemesis of liberty) fatalistic
to sanctity of
United States democracy
throw back at him bigly,
his woeful treachery,
quasi xenophobic, tragic,
and lunatic bred anarchy!
Each ticking second of every single day, the pensive, doughy face execrably debased “dunderhead” criminal commander in chief (trumpeting acrimonious, calumnious, egregious...yakking), while donned in gay apparel) trumpeting lunatic, jingoistic, ideology imbues heretic catalysts.
Thou art unduly seething, quaking, and oozing mercurial kindling ideological glommed ethos of mine. These atrocious blaspheming, castigating, denigrating, excoriating, fulminating gross humiliations imply jerkiness, kookiness, lunacy.
No! Not for one more term can this acidulous, indecorous Mandates need outspoken politicians quickly removing this utterly vile wicked Xerses.
Thus spoke Zarathustra (without blandishment) to me, a gluten and monosodiumglutinate free, NON-GMO non-alarmist, nonestablishmentarian, nor ham aye a nihilist.
Retrospective Inclinations
Inclinations toward the philosophical nature of mankind
Imitations of awe and wonder and the subtly refined
Insinuations of an action that is considered ill-defined
Illuminations of the atmosphere that circulates in her mind
Catastrophic consequences for those who refuse to consider cost
Misanthropic measures as they contemplate what they have lost
Philharmonic overtures that adorn the cultured and the loft
Telescopic telomeres that combine technology as she seems soft
Incorporations of conversations that imply a sense of dread
Consolidations of invitations that leave the bride unwed
Palpitations of consecrations that conjure inside her head
Affirmations of visitations that come and go from her bed
Luminous possibility among the distorted convolution
Furious credibility that promotes a transfigured delusion
Spurious eligibility as she writhed about in confusion
Injurious sensibilities that draw unnecessary conclusions
Awakening contemplations that preside in elevated thought
Mistaking conversations for something that can be bought
Berating intonations for a concept that needs to be fought
Negating imitations of a notion that is over wrought
Visionary eloquence forming from the twighlight sky
I am weary of the inference as the tears well in my eyes
Timothy Leary fades into irrelevance as the earth begins to die
Commissary for the petulance I feel from the nature of mankind
Radiance and insight fight for grace and kindness to emerge undefeated
The gradients of light that fractal outwards when repeated
Innocence and delight combine to have the malevolent deleted
Convalesce inside the retrospective thought that you have completed
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we) miss her very much as all who love her dearly.
My nice wrote at her funeral a poem called: “Wings of a Quiet Spirit”
“Quiet Spirit, you give me strength. Your supportive presence guided me. Through joy, sorrow it helped taking steps into an uncertain tomorrow. Quiet Spirit, you rejoiced in having the Lord…even knowing that you would soon depart, you kept prayer close to heart. Just as the earthly journey begins…it must one day come to an end. It’s ok to spread your wings…it’s ok soar. Fly Quiet Spirit…into the wind”.
The word “Quiet” in meek and quiet doesn’t refer to volume, as in loud versus soft. Rather, it is a heart attitude of quietness. It is a picture of resting in the Lord, not being anxious. Even though the word doesn’t have to do with the volume of our voices, in a home, loudness associated with anger isn’t healthy. So I would encourage you that, yes, it would be good to make yourself respond to the children in a very quiet voice.
(Proverbs 15:1) “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” This doesn’t imply to me a loud voice. I have learned, and am still in training, to have a meek and quiet spirit, with the volume of the Holy Spirit of God. Often a meek and quiet spirit, for me, would translate into a quiet mouth. It is good for us to trust God to give us answers to any problem that may come around because if we don’t we will make the situation worst without His guiding.
My mom Angeline Oliver was a meek person on this earth. She wasn’t perfect, but the perfection of the Holy Spirit through Christ Jesus lived within her.
If your mom is still alive, cheer her, love her, with 'Wings of a Quiet Spirit'.
C an you see my heart on my sleeve
O r my feeling know by the shade of my skin?
L ittle is known of what's inside by the colors therein.
O r do you imply from the color of my eyes that I am bright or dull?
R arely it seems do the colors of beings do more than show the hull.
B right minded minions formed from light
L inger and fight for a colorful night
I n countries scattered all over the world
N uance is cherished and evil dispelled.
D own with hatred and prejudice we're all the same!
N o right minded person can make lesser claim.
E qualize, equate, energize light
S o all of us can dwell in a
S afe colorful right!
There are no shape walls
to bridle one's emotions
creativity is properly ventilated
unbound by meter or syllable count
embracing nakedness
yanked naked in its virginity
The binding belt of chastity
given over to lyrical lovers
Sleeping quietly in the meadows
a pristine area free of squatters
fighting for their rights
with sonnet-crafted homes
and hamlets defined by literature.
Straying away from the norm
acolytes watch as castles are built,
that worships orderly expression
poetic masterpieces,
safeguarded and preserved at all times
metaphors align into a specific subset
pictures look like works of art,
there is a distinct realm
for those unfit to fly in their confines.
Outside of the norm
is a vast nebulous
growing quill flowers from seeds sown
the power of smell to evoke memories,
which one's brain may elect to ignore
when settling at a location of a specific form
is what one's words must imply.
On this trip, there are no rules,
only that burning desire inside
strive to harass the page,
fire getting into the core
from telling someone a mystery,
till the key bares the chest
where other ideas demand rebirth.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 28, 2022
Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
5th Place Contest Winner
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I have an ardent attachment with July,
Coz me and my partner share our born days
This month ~for love on each other we rely.
Monsoon seems to be high, hoping to satisfy
Nature showers whole heartedly, as it sprays
I have an ardent attachment with july
"July" named by the Roman Senate, to imply
The birth of Julius Caesar, for giving honour it says
This month ~for love on each other we rely
Larkspur and water Lily are in largest supply,
Blossoms absolute bond of love, prevents frays
I have an ardent attachment with july
Meditating in dark, about him who is in Dubai,
Refusing to message & enquire regarding holidays
This month~for love on each other we rely
Sitting in two different countries, we ally
Thinking of past memoirs always
I have an ardent attachment with july.
This month~for love on each other we rely.
Villanelle form with rhyme scheme:
A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.
Written on 27-6-2020.
Note1:Month of the year that I like most poetry Contest.(N/A)
Judged on 18-7-2020
Note2:STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (24) ,any form,
any theme Poetry Contest(N/A)
Judged on 19-8-2020
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why
Some people can't look you in the eye
Seems like the more that time passes by
The more apt people are to lie
As hard as I try to analyze
I strongly advise staying away from these guys
The ones that won't look you in the eye
Without thinking they must lie
Believing people will always sympathize
With there dirty lies
It's enough to make you want to cry
Anything else seems to imply
That it's okay to lie
Brought up to rely on my word
Anything else seems absurd
The Bible teaches us that it's a sin
No matter how far I look I can't seem to win
Some people just don't know where to begin
Every direction I turn the more I learn
This is all part of the devels burn
It's time that we all need to be concerned
And realize anyone who lies to another
Has to live with the thought of us discovering
The truth about who they are inside
Not able to testify on their own behalf
In which man has always relied
I despise the ones who won't look you in the eyes
Not able to compromise
Always trying to pull the wool over your eyes
Realizing we must cut all ties
These people can't seem to decipher
The truth from their own lies
I can recognize the lack of light
That reflects from their eyes
So sad as it will only lead them to their demise
With nobody left to here their dirty lies
J-ust open your life to new start,
A-fter the night goes away;
S-imply begin with a prayer,
M-aking it a beautiful day.
I-t's time to open your life to a brand new beginning;
N-either eye will turn blind to each and every blessing.
G-reet the morn with hello,
A-fter the darkness is gone;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
C-onspiring with the dawn.
I-t's nice to open your life to another ray of beacon;
A-lthough there's a storm ahead, better brave the horizon.
A-llow the hope to stand
B-etween your mind and heart;
D-ay twenty-fourth October,
O-pen your life to
N-ew start.