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My father,
who tolerated no fat,
predicted I would do nothing right
or good,
much less healthy,
in my lifetime.
My mother,
absorbing nothing too mean or lean,
felt I could do nothing wrong
now,
so probably later as wellness
swell.
Neither my father,
mother,
nor I
seemed particularly surprised
when I rose and fell
somewhere in-between
these two extremes,
as do we all,
I suppose.
And yet I wonder
about my father's hierarchical value structure,
placing perfection on Earth's highest
biggest
thickest wellness state.
And remain silently awed
by my mother's reverse-hierarchical terms
endearing depths of greatest compassion
for who is deeper
and thereby more robust
with whom.
I suppose this means something
about where sexuality conjoins
sensuality,
About triangular cognitive structures
amid diamond infolding co-relationships,
about 1's
intersecting 0-Zones,
about light
foreshadowing dualdark reminders
of perfection,
about fullness of time
within timeless absence,
eternally co-arising.
Although,
neither Yang's ominous
hierarchical value predictions
nor Yin's generously interdependent
deep learning hopes,
sexual and sensual,
were all that helpful
for adolescent me,
struggling with spectral hungering we.
If 2020 were a basketball or football game,
we would be moving toward half-time with hope.
In the first quarter, we would be winning by large margins
and breaking records in many categories with all signs pointing
toward 'greatness again'. Most of our first quarter was very promising
until suddenly in the quarter, we took a nosedive into unchartered waters,
causing fear and erasing fortunes.
I never imagined a day when hugging and being hugged were luxuries
no longer affordable, and standing six feet apart was necessary protocol.
Never since World War two have we been so sanitized, shaken, and shattered,
but if anyone for any reason was asleep at the wheel, they were quickly awakened.
Never in my lifetime had I seen bottled water and toilet paper so desperately desired. Many of us were stimulated by a $1200 check from the treasury to ease CORONA'S pain.
The stench of death and threats of doom have covered the pages and screens of the media for most of 2020, but Spring has sprung and Summer is breaking forth with the promise of a song. So many would identify with the scattered bits of the lyrics from an old song that comes to mind, "Shattered dreams, wounded hearts, broken toys". And if I could sing and carry a tune, I would make music with words I heard recently from a sermon by my pastor. "We are not lost but are being led by God"
052220PSCtest, 2020, Craig Cornish. 10P
Two Worlds
There are two worlds I live in
Side by side… living and breathing
One often seen whilst the other only seem
Do they see what I see deem believing?
I do see the conditions living the real
I do see my imagined world living amongst
I do see the conditioned living having to deal
And I do imagine to have everything and nothing to want
Nothing last like all living things
In my lifetime… I don’t think we are taught right
To be instilled with achievements and means
Life is nothing more but a being that might
To be one in a population… what is new?
To be no one in a population… do we shy?
Living in reality… what’s the given cue?
Living in dreams… will realities’ die?
I chose my own side of the world to live in
Living and breathing… imagining and dreaming
What only seem has become what I have seen
Because in my world, I see my dreams worth believing
26/10/2022
The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me
when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco,
fronting Union Square. I found his morals promising and conform
to a highly acceptable standard of right and wrong. The ambiance
at the time was understandably festive, and he occasioned me the
day after bearing a pleasant decency. A pricey hotel and a priceless
moment in my lifetime.
~*~ ~*~
A man deplanes
Key Biscayne's flight
take pains planning.
City center
car renter or
enter BART train.
~*~ ~*~
Opts for mincab
as confab airs
quick grab sightsee.
San Francisco
cross the Golden
Gate overwhelm.
~*~ ~*~
Mark Hopkins suite
exec beat and
retreat a bit.
Up and at 'um
took humdrum hence
therefrom outside
~*~ ~*~
Two souls passing,
eyes lashing while
dashing connects.
Man out in town,
Lauren brown suit
and down-brim cap.
~*~ ~*~
Her nuanced face,
garbed black lace that
draped mace hides well.
The schemed conversed,
his bad nursed, hers
rehearsed ensue.
~*~ ~*~
He treats a fine
place to wine and
to dine, ere show!
Ceremony
Christmas Tree Lights
City main square.
~*~ ~*~
Union Square drinks,
glasses clinks, the
man sinks, blacks out.
Wakes--finds--back--the
Photo...huh?...reads,
I'm...wha?...Steve!--(SMILES).
~*~ ~*~
Hey Jesus want to write you a poem
About my family humanity
Thank you Jesus for us all
I know we have not always been good
and in fact we have all been bad
But you died for me before I knew you
now that I know you I need to never forget you
Hey Jesus did I tell you I love you so much
Thank you for Czechia I made some cool people who live there
Also for Israel I made cool people over there too
Also the UK I made cool people over there
And also here In America too
And In Japan
India and Pakistan and Afghanistan too plus Iran
I met some cool people from Canada and Mexico too
I met some cool people from Argentina too and brazil
I meet so many people over the world from my home here In Chicago
Watchmen I met many of them too
and also Kabalists and Talmudists too
I met Occultists one named Tarl He Worships a Owl demon from the ArsGoetia
Plus so many entertaining people
None of them are Perfect I am not either
My dad died Jesus and it made me sad still does
I might never meet those people in this life I met over the digital world Jesus
And you might not come in my lifetime to Lord Jesus
But I know from the bible you have great plans for us all
I know you showed me some of the plans and it is odd cause The Bible say's different ideas about your plans you showed me?
I do not know why I saw things different from in the bible
I am not sure if it is a test Jesus or if You want me to Trust you even more then I Trust in The bible?
I Trust You Yeshua/Jesus more then any written words cause you gave me your Agape love in you I find my Love Peace Hope and Destiny
I know the world does not accept me I am outsider to all
It is ok cause You are my best friend Jesus and I know it deep down like breathing
I Love you Jesus/Yeshua Thank you for Danny,Jamil,Kami,Brian,My Mom Stephanie, Brenda,Andrea,Ana, Edwin my dad and discord friends and youtube friends and Facebook friends, thank you for everyone I ever met the prophets, Moses people from the bible, For You Jesus For The Father For The Holy Spirit and also for all creation thank you Jesus
I know this sounds naive but still I hope and pray
that in my lifetime I will see
A world that comes together to live in peace and harmony.
It certainly hasn’t happened often…(and lately not much at all)
but when it does it is a beautiful thing…and the whole world is enthralled.
July 26, 1963…at the height of the Cold War…
when most of the world was split into two camps (similar to today)
a 6.1 earthquake struck the city of Skopje, Macedonia
reducing much of the city to rubble and clay.
Skopje did not participate in the Cold War…they did not align with either side
which allowed, for a little while at least, the whole world to be allied.
Countries on both side of the Cold War no longer concerned with anger or fear
sent money, doctors, construction workers…materials and engineers.
Enemies put their grievances aside…tabled their animosities and greed
and united to help a fellow country of this Earth in its time of need.
It was an exciting and inspiring moment in our planet’s history…
as 78 countries united in their concern and caring for Skopje’s recovery.
Sadly this spirit of giving by which the world, for a little while, was guided
faded…the Cold War resumed…and we are once again a world divided.
But the fact that 78 countries were able to put their bitterness and hostilities to rest…and act together as one
proves it is possible…confirms it can be done.
I do believe we can all come together…
that we don’t need a global tragedy…
that we can be kind and generous to everyone…every day
like we were once…back in 1963.
Magical stag appears on October 22nd every nineteenth year.
The forest comes glistening to life when he doth appear.
The faeries sing their tribute to this keeper of the woods.
He is ethereal and magic, and he brings the fey such goods!
With the stag comes starlight, sent by pinkish angels bright.
From heaven they feature him, giving him a chosen spotlight.
The brownies and the elves awaken, in the middle of the night.
The prophecy has come true! They shriek with utter fey delight.
The stag signifies healing, love, warmth, hope and other joys.
He does not come lightly, so the faeries wake up girls and boys.
A celebration is held in his honor, but with silence for it’s what he asks.
Keeping the brownie and gnome babies quiet is an awful task.
It’s the prince! The forest whispers; Luna moth glides through to say.
The stag is here, it is going to be a wonderful year, and marvelous fine day.
The forest blinks with happiness, feeling loved, honored and adored.
I have seen him three times in my lifetime. With this I’ll never be bored.
Juneteenth… Justifiably they say ignorance is bliss.
No, it’s nothing to be proud of.
Ultimately unaware and unfamiliar, living in Canada
I had no clue about racism.
Naïve with never more than a glimpse of references seen
on bits of night time television.
Epitomizing the slavery era, aired the much acclaimed
tv series ROOTS much to my chagrin.
Truthfully it was the last coup de grace,
the last nail in the coffin of my innocence.
Evil had a face and victims the likes of my idol
Sammy Davis Jr who sang The Candy Man.
Embittered? Supposedly not with his debonair charm,
yet what of all my Motown idols?
No further than in my lifetime, discrimination and bigotry,
the need for a Juneteenth.
Traditional celebrations commemorating the thirst
for freedom of emancipated ancestors.
Heads of parades waiving a Juneteenth Flag of Freedom
while sipping a Strawberry soda pop.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest JUNETEENTH POETRY sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 3RD
To look back, to reflect, to understand
Those things which were lived long in my lifetime
As I see these things as my needs demand
Whether I had reason to be sublime
Or see what was, to know what's true or not
To now reveal what my mind wants to see
The choices made least not to be forgot
Nor will hide in shades of what could not be
Now darker brew turned a reflecting pond
With its calmer surface of mirrored sheen
Which my soul's eyes have come to look upon
When my silent solace waxes serene
To look back, to reflect on what I found
To describe what's known, my soul's sacred ground
10/28/20
Boots across his shoulders, striding through the park
Bright young man of 20, out to make his mark
On his way to Ayresome, living out the dream
Playing centre forward for his hometown football team
And yeah, I was there.
Goals were this lad's business, poaching was his game
Scoring by the dozen, on his way to fame
Stealing all the headlines, stirring up the crowd
Mixing it with hard men, bloody but unbowed
And yeah, I was there.
Never ducked a tackle, never jacked it in,
Never stopped competing till a draw became a win
Always put his head there, always had a go
Always 90 minutes and he always stole the show
Looking back in wonder, deep down memory lane
Matchdays in the Holgate, sunshine through the rain
Five fantastic seasons, never quite enough
The legend in my lifetime that was Boro's Brian Clough
And yeah, I was there
Oh yeah....... I was there.
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