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Can you find beauty,
in things not pleasant to the eyes?
Can you be nice,
to things you don't recognize?
Can you find sunshine,
on a rainy day?
Can you remain silent,
when you have things to say?
Can you fight,
when you're tired to the bone.
Can you call it quits?
leave well enough alone.
Can you be ok,
in the lonely moments?
Can you stay strong,
in the midst of disappointments?
Can you take,
it all in stride?
Can you in the face of chaos?
pocket your pride.
Can you wear a smile;
when you want to cry?
Can you be ok,
in the blink of an eye?
Can you believe,
in things you can't, see?
Can you hear,
the music if it's off key?
Can you really expect,
tomorrow to come?
Can you still feel pain?
when you're numb.
Can you get up,
and do what needs to be done,
Can you figure out,
when it's time to cut and run.
Can you still believe,
when you know there is no way out?
Can your opinion change,
when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt?
Can you be kind,
to someone you have taking a dislike to?
Can you help someone,
in worse shape than you?
CAN YOU??
TURBO1904 11/29/2021
The contours cascading from the higher Himalayan slope
hold me, the upstanding cone of jade, a coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of glistened snow,
turning to mirror of flakes, flushed by dawn’s yellow sun.
A coat of cinnabar I get as the crimson clouds pass me by
across the gleam of twilight sky to the chromatic horizon.
As the northern winds graze over the frozen topography
my mind quivers on the tip of needles in the winter chill.
As the shroud of silence falls with the drizzle of still night
the cerulean stardusts sprinkle shine on my silken visage,
shimmering with my ardent dream to pierce the thin air,
soar up high in the satin sky and touch the twinkling stars.
The reverie comes true somewhere else, some other time
when to a far-off place in the midst of festival of joy I go
to be charming Christmas tree crowned by sapphire stars,
my desire to be among stars is fulfilled in Christmas night.
December 28, 2019
Contest : I Am A Tree
Sponsor : Delilah Ventura
Courage is not the absence of fear
but acting for good in the midst if it
these words are so very true
which are so meaningful fit
Fear doesn't need to be so bad
Real-living courage is really good
it overcomes all our grief
this should be clearly understood
God says do not fear
so often throughout scripture
His word of authority stands
enabling to fully endure
What a beautiful picture
of courage full of power
but remember even when weak
rise up at the appointed hour
Remember Jesus on the cross
looked so weak but in control
for He brought life from the dead
being God, made His children whole
Learn courageous living
storm ahead, be divinely driven
I fear I'm losing patience in the midst of your neglect,
It keeps hounding me like stations of the cross ...
And a cardiac ablation holds more pleasure, I suspect,
Though the very same dear organ feels the loss.
Six decades have now passed without a sign of amity,
All your focus on my failures and mistakes ...
For eyes like yours are monochrome, incapable to see
What a lifelong search for purpose sometimes takes.
For you success is money, it's how your life is skewed,
But I'll never see this spinning world the same ...
For me there is a balance, heeding all that is imbued,
With much that can't be seen or given name.
I hoped that in our later years we might yet reconcile,
And find a peaceful shore where we'd connect ...
But you now specialize in squeezing grimaces from smiles,
Thus, our waters churn with mutual disrespect.
Oh, I will always love you, as you tried your best to be
A provider who could work and scold and boast ...
But most kids want a daddy who can care and touch and see
That love is what their children need the most ...
And when it's come to such ... you've been a ghost.
* Dementia pulls a number of extraordinary things from everyone, including the patient, and you discover some rather odd emotions throughout the process, one of which can be caring for someone who has never cared for YOU ... love becomes very basic, and keeps all in the proper perspective. *
I was an experienced family therapist, helping families maintain functionality,
As wandering, starlit seasons maintain all nature, being rooted in practicality.
I loved preserving healthy relationships, that foundation of healthy societies;
And kept up a fruitful dialogue between the families, which relieved anxieties.
I, myself, had come from a happy home, never causing huge worries or fears,
For dear ones that I loved, never seemed to be leaving, as silvery cloud tears.
Friends dropped by like colorful fall, never failing to fetch the fondest smiles,
In the midst of a watchful, apricot noon, when rouge butterflies were in exile.
Family flew past fluffy clouds each fall, when autumn was pretty and frumpy,
Like field blossoms of windswept fragrance, elegantly disheveled and grumpy.
I lived in the house of sweet memories, and smiling faces on rose hued walls,
As rouge sun swims in roses nightly, prior to descending the precipitous falls.
Street performers were small, singing sparrows, on my swank avenue of sun;
Like a solo turns into a chorus, creating a prettier song-more elegantly done!
Nearsighted neighbors came to see me nights, and gaze at nacre pearl moon,
On the peach, peony porch of my placidness, in colors of the faded afternoon.
All were seized in summer's saffron grip, creating orange juice mist sunsets,
Like walking away, when it is best, and yet brave enough to have no regrets.
Flowers thrilled hot, apricot hours, and birdsong excited long, obsidian nights,
Cats slept on porches of ruby pansies, their short, sweet lives full of delights.
Then persistent tragedy finally struck me, when I lost a dear family member;
And while I suffered long and cried, I was comforted by smiles I remembered!
I found great solace in my work, for helping others paves the way for smiles,
Like keeping glad eyes on the summer garden, to delve its newest color files.
I found a love and was eventually married, like first tango of sun and planets;
And we and our children continue family traditions, like lofty birdsong habits.
Today, my grief is much diminished, like storm clouds fading into saffron sun,
For minds full of memories, help loving hearts heal, like rosy day just begun.
With every step I take every word
that comes outta my mouth that speaks life
I vision it in my dreams death
is around the corner waiting for my
downfall to see me in that body bag
and the coroner's driving off
he hates that in the midst of all
the drama that's poppin' off
how I stay so cool knowing he's
coming for me but I know the rules
no engagement...so even before that time
comes when my face hits the pavement from
that...hallow tip or that dagger ripping
threw my flesh ligaments & eternal arteries
getting torn his time is almost up
like a surgeon he's been generally warned
but...he's trying to figure out how am I
so cool in that battle field how did
I make it threw the storm, I see it
in his eyes he's growing impatient
so now it's come to this...rounding up
his minions saying we have no choice
he left us wit no other option
we have only one way to stop him
I can see it...feel it in the air
he can't beat em and he got too much
pride to join the covenant so his next
and final choice is to assassinate your brethen
the agony starts to build
when no weapon formed against me could prosper
no mag, 9 milli, shotty, or choppa
I seen the hatred in his eyes
plotting on my demise so what he did he do...
took the subtle route they say
know thine enemy and he knows what I'm bout
so how do you think he's gonna feel
when he sees me in the kingdom celebrating
you think it'll stop there..naw I doubt it
he'll still be planing my assassination
Raging flags fight in the midst of war they are raised
In the presence of blood to be held
High, to dignities and pride to be kept aside
To days and weeks to be spent in fighting each other?
Just because difference of opinion has occurred?
The world is a mess
People are fighting themselves
The numbers are decreasing, and your life is lessening
Though that, you come here and fight
People, most people are mad
They kill and murder innocent living souls
Slaughtering them to this very day
Condemning their lands and taking the only thing that matters
Losing their minds, they purse a young child’s heart
Hundreds and hundreds of days they stood,
Defenseless but they did defend
Their country, their beloved home
And predators, oh vicious predators
In times like this, they deserve to be stopped
Deserve to be ridden from their ability to stand
For how many souls have they ridden the ability to live?
They deserve to be held, fought and punished
These predators, these people deserve to be killed
No difference in opinions have they caused
But a difference of souls they have stolen
To be held and sought the damage that was fallen by their own very hands
Yeah, they’re very hands that God have given not for this
Not to do this
But some people have been given a heart to feel
But those people pressed hardly and locked away their feelings
Those people deserve nothing but Death
Not to die peacefully, to be killed by the same manner
To be given the same harshness
These people should be shown the opposite of Leniency !
In the stillness of a new moon night,
I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light,
Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar,
I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far.
I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart,
Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart,
Do they feel lonely, yearning to reunite,
With their beloved ones, under the moon's gentle light?
As the day unfolds, the stars slowly fade away,
Descending to Earth, in ashes they lay,
But on a full moon, my beloved, so fair,
She asked me if she outshines the moon up there.
With love in my heart, I responded with delight,
"When I see you, my dear, the moon loses its sight,
Your radiance outshines the celestial sphere,
In your presence, the moon becomes crystal clear."
So, in the midst of the night's celestial show,
I lie supine, with love's enchanting glow,
For when I gaze upon my beloved's grace,
The moon itself finds solace in second place.
Zephaniah 3:17 KJV The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Grace more abundant
Than words could reveal
Feelings so pure, honest
They color hearts kind
Bring joy and love to mind
Goodness more thoughtful
Than blessings of delight
Glowing so brilliantly
Alive with knowing, insight
Whispers of light shimmering
Psalms praising and playing
On the sun’s soft light
Filling spirits with devotion
Intimacy and inspiration
Amusing the imagination
Prayers of peace and promise
Linger on the palette
Rich with love and kindness
Arousing peace, dancing
With bursts of creativity
God sings , shouts, sends
Blessings we wouldn’t expect
Brilliant, beautiful blessings
Breathed out of God’s own heart
Vibrant, vital and luminous
Faith awakens the assurance
That we have all we need
Miracles we’d never fathom
Wonders so jubilant, dreams
Flowing with milk and honey
Love lingers on those souls
Who know God will complete
Each and every thought – He marvels
In the creation He esteems
His children, His design, His dream
We’re blessed to be kin to the King of Kings!
I question the presence of a “god”
Any god, your god or my non-existent god
That is ….if based on the
All knowing,
all loving,
all forgiving,
all merciful
etcetera
god, gods or God
In the midst of war
We pray to these “gods”
For peace
We pray for the sick
Then again
We prayer for the dead
We rejoice in the fable
Of the Prodigal Son
While exiling all
Who fail to meet our “gods”
Expectations
I question the presence of a god
Until I see a baby
Hear the laughter of children playing
Watch an old couple smile at the antics
Perhaps I should not question the presence of a “god”
But practice it