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From the beginning I was your inspiration to see,
And in no prideful way did I take it personally,
You kept my heart hidden again and again,
And I could never understand why.. not now nor then,
But believe it or not, I didn't mind,
Because you could never take what was already mine,
My thoughts, my emotions, my reasoning to see,
And all that life has taught me that makes me me,
And I was never greedy to share my heart with you,
Because many people hold back due to trust issues,
And not only that... I've seen them hoard their knowledge and life lessons,
Like it's a prize their heart attained and molds their very existence,
Like if they were to give it away..it would deplete who they are,
It their well kept secrets that actually keep them in the dark,
Without explanation they believe it's their own,
But in all actuality that much is meant to be shown,
The hearts given nature, the exchanges and refills,
Are part of moving forward so we're not stuck in still,
Still is momentarily and essential yet not all the time,
Sharing our hearts elevates the love in our lives,
It takes us further than what we knew before,
And every amount we give God always restored,
Let's just be truthful, it was never ours from the door,
It's not a shield of protection, or an image you hoard,
Unless you want to stagnant and stay right where your at,
Believing it belongs to you to keep your image intact,
Which shows you time and time again those chaines that bind,
Why you would even want such foolishness blows my mind,
Always think of your intentions behind what you hold back,
Because it can trick you into believing your protecting where your at.
He Was a Kindly Man
Kevin Davis 2024
He was a kindly man.
His voice he never raised in ire.
When I was born, he was already
A father tried and wired
To care for yet another child—
The third in growing line,
Born to parents quiet, wise,
Whose love would shape our time.
They found each other in a war
Still raging through the land,
And married in our mother’s home
With hope held in their hands.
Their union brought six children forth—
Three daughters and three sons;
He labored hard to meet our needs,
She guided everyone.
From home she led with steady love,
With order, warmth, and grace,
While he provided faithfully
A strong, enduring base.
Side by side they shaped our days,
Their devotion always clear;
Within their pillars of gentle strength
We grew in safety there.
Then one by one we ventured out
To walk our separate ways;
Our parents watched with patient pride
Those long-awaited days.
But just as quiet filled their nest,
And life had turned above,
Our father left this earthly world—
Yet never left our love.
His memory lingers, steadfast, bright,
In laughter that we share,
In lessons lived and passed along
With thoughtful, tender care.
Through all he taught, his spirit moves
Within each child we raise;
His living love continues on
Beyond his numbered days.
How blessed we were to grow within
The shelter of his hand;
Our parents’ love gave each of us
A place to firmly stand.
We learned to love and show that love
In all we choose to do—
A gift that flows through us today,
Still shaped and formed by you.
As man and husband, friend and father,
I strive to honor him,
To live in ways that he and Mom
Would praise with knowing grin.
I love you, Dad—I miss you still,
Ever conscious of you by my side.
And speak your name with pride.
Remember what now you forget.
The days we've spent together
and that will never come back.
Remember all the laughs
and talking we had in the park,
listening to the birds in Spring,
listening to ourselves in all the seasons.
Remember about the days we used to make love without talking,
and the days we used to talk without making love.
The wind whistling on the windows, in front of our bedroom, while we were embraced in that poor apartment.
How poor we were those years
with nothing but love?.
The wind blew too strong for us that got us apart because we were living on a scratch.
After many years, life took us to another level.
We are not much richer now, but are missing each other.
Different lives, different countries, but a feeling coming alive from the same heart.
Nothing but love, nothing but laughs, both embraced, nobody richer than us,
keeping those unforgettable years. Nobody can delete that.
Things are moving at a rabid pace.
Motorists throttling throaty compact cars.
Coming up on you at Mach speed like their lives are on fire.
Like their time is more precious than mine.
Notice the clusters of yellow-vested workers
digging up the earth, laying miles of line everywhere.
A couple of them were in my backyard unannounced.
For two days they worked in silence.
I opened the drapes on the picture window
to let them know that I know what they're doing
And is probably no dang good for the people.
They glanced over and continued laying plastic veins into the black earth.
Letting me know that they don't care that I know what they're doing
is no dang good for the people.
In their frenzy, they trampled my infant rose bushes to death. They are death.
Just like those chem trails stitched across our sky are death.
Things are picking up pace.
They've already erased Honest Abe.
No more copper in the pocket.
Silver and the greenback are next.
Plastic only-more control-a globalist's wet dream.
They want to know when you're buying
what you're buying
and how much of it you're buying and at what price.
Restrictions, red-flagging, and rationing are next.
They'll say it's for our own good; they are our slow death.
Big Brother is not only watching but is smothering us.
They want to kill the middle class and individuality,
Cull the herd, shame and arrest the songbird in all of us.
There is corruption that is suddenly on fire
Things are hanging from a very thin wire
Exposure is happening, more looming by the day
The fire is burning fiercely, as it is on its way
To Justice that many people will not like
Because they chose to believe, lies that strike
From the mouths of those who do not care
Out for themselves, money and nothing fair
There is division, but there is also great unity
For millions who are able to open their eyes to see
We’ve been manipulated, wronged in many ways
But our faith has not wavered in all of these days
God Bless America, with all that waits us ahead
Prayers for justice, safety, unity, and peace instead
To stifle this fire that so many others do ignite
We will hold onto freedom with every given right!
Heidi Sands
11/10/19
Salt permeates sea.
God permeates universe.
We cannot see salt,
but know it's presence through taste.
Same way God is felt not seen!
Just as salt can be
taken out of water through
evaporation
we can perceive God in all
through spiritual scriptures
Scriptures state we are
the salt, the soul, God himself.
With efforts when we
extract self from body. We
perceive God in everything
We get salvation
from the cycle of life, we
realise both salt
and ocean exists within
God. We all are part of god
6th march 2021
Written for SALT contest
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Placed 3 among 35 entries
Syllable count checked at HMS
somewhere in the depths of self
pity holds a child tight
mind spills her dreams
on star-filled nights
and reflections of yesterdays
echo through mirrored smiles
through framed glass i trace her smiles
soon realizing child is self
i search memories of yesterdays
but mind's gate seems closed tight
darkened same as rainy nights
tears fall sofly like her dreams
if once i could fulfill her dreams
would my own face reflect smiles?
could mind find piece on sleepless nights
if answers were released from self?
i seem to keep these memories tight
that robbed me of my yesterdays
not knowing the pain of these yesterdays
i've tucked away most old dreams
blocks of memory hold them tight
under lips bearing mona lisa smiles
and child withdraws within self
as days blend into nights
or dark thoughts blend days and nights
in all of these forgotten yesterdays
i choose not to pity self
just escape in new dreams
cracking occassional smiles
as loved ones hold me tight
yet when my eyes are pressed tight
i find myself fearing nights
quickly losing one of these smiles
to a brief memory of my yesterdays
safely tucking away all my dreams
deep within troubled self
seeking revenge on self with blades pressed tight
i try to hide through dreams from nights
haunted by yesterdays that robbed this child's smiles
There stood from the dawn of the ages,
The Son of God in all His Glory.
Opening and closing the curtains upon the world’s stages.
Telling a redemption story.
Mercy and grace,
Mixed with Blood and tears.
Being poured out upon the human race.
Between the cheers and the fears.
LOVE
On the cross of shame held Him there.
Father God had to close His eyes from above.
All of humanities sin, He had to bear.
As the Blood ran down the cross,
It flowed through time and space.
What the enemy meant for loss,
It was in reality, God’s Grace.
Mortal man’s sin and shame,
As a free gift remove.
Only the name of Jesus can one proclaim,
And by the Blood, Father God will approve.
In the Spirit there is no distance,
No place where you can ever go.
For with God’s love there is a persistence.
And He will defeat your every foe.
For He has a love like no other,
So rich and deep.
So much more than a mother,
When you feel the Truth, you can’t help but weep.
So come one and all.
It doesn’t matter what you have done.
Whether great or small,
Don’t walk to the cross …. RUN !!!!
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2023
Open my eyes and say to myself
How am I feeling today
Most morning, myself says, “are you nuts!”
“It's too early, turn over I say!”
Going back to sleep ain't gonna happen
I'd just toss and turn and moan
So it's “up and at 'im”, the time is now
“Rise 'n shine, you lazy bones!”
Drag myself out from under the covers
Wipe the sleep from my peepers
On the way to the bathroom, walk into a wall
And down go my Charlie Brown sleepers
So there I stand in all my glory
My masculinity exposed to the world
It's really nothing to get too excited about
Don't forget I've reached 87 years old
But I finally manage to clear my head
Notice something's a little different
There's feeling of grass tickling my toes
In my stupor, outside I went
Imagine my horror as I stand there exposed
My Charlie Brown's down at my ankles
Oh well, don't have any secrets anymore
Still my “assets” create a big scandal
POTD
Our cooperative DNA research
reveals a realistically positive attitude
and eco-founded optimism,
along with some acceptance of dissonance
as not merely dysfunctional.
with ego-learning
re-extending sacred ecological merit
to help us accomplish great loves
in all integrity's polypaths
of shared EarthTribe ReGenerative Daily Life.
What we still do not know,
yet hope is true and beautiful and healthy,
ecotherapeutic,
Why do our day-to-day decisions
co-determine how each Ego navigates through great and small transition points,
why identity co-evolves through and beyond
each EgoRelational Life?
What if DNA/RNA Solidarity
lives even another thousand years of Earth Days?
Reincarnating fresh mindbodies
possessing, owning, claiming,
proclaiming polyculturally re-ligioning memories
of this 1(0)-EgoMind/EcoBody we are collectively becoming,
back in this Trans-ReLigioning EarthNetwork Era
On back through 1/(0)
co-arising win/win Ego/EcoCenter
of BiLateral SpaceHere/NowTime,
co-gravitating EarthTribal enlightenment,
1(0) 1Convex-Linear polarity/BlackConcave Hole
Not-Not TransParent BiNomial WinWin
dipolar apposition
ReGenerating,
ReIterating
ReCycling
RePurposing
ReMembering
ReConnecting
ReLigioning
Eternally copresent
in each Earth organic enlightened Day
and co-empowering Night,
and CoRevolving Fractal Year
of EarthDay octaved co-passionate
positive
and not so much negative
gratitude attitude.
Earth Day,
emerging from red dawns
resonating through true blue dusk
wealthy moonlit Earth Nights
ruled by Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors.
To love each day
as if 1(0)-eternal co-binary
anticipates this Self/Other perpetuating
EarthDay/Night co-emerging planet,
consulting and consorting
with one's most delighted
non-zero healthy
cooperatively overflowing Ego
as self-other co-relational
wealth of identity.
Any day that feels more confined by fear and anger
mind-neglect and/or body-abuse
than refined by love
as healthy desire
for EarthTribe re-ligioning peace
for Ego as for each EcoCentered Other,
is another day invested
in learning what EarthDay integrally means
by resolving win/win love
your win/lose enemies
To know and respect Ego's contentious boundaries,
pretentious boulders
along Earth's Tao River
of Yang/Yin co-gravitating
DayLight Space and NightPower Time.