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Lord, I seek* You and Your compassion…
Always ready since my regeneration
Always available for my sanctification
That I may be more faithful in my spiritual devotion.
Lord, I seek You midst Your grace…
Always marvelous since my pardon from sins and hell’s trace
Always wonderful for my conviction’s strengthening brace
That I may be more committed in my Christian race.
Lord, I seek You with Your mercy…
Always sustaining since my ransom from Satan’s piracy
Always abounding for my testimony’s efficiency
That I may be more diligent in my holiness-walk’s consistency.
Lord, I seek You along Your peace…
Always soothing my soul since my healing from iniquities’ disease
Always reliable for my comfort while Your heart I strive to please
That I may be more fervent in my faith, while in praying, I don’t cease.
Lord, I seek You upon Your Word…
Always at work since my inclusion in Your divine record
Always on duty for my transformation as life-changing sword
That I may be more steadfast, resisting to be worldly-devoured.
*1Chronicles 16:11 Seek the LORD and his strength, seek his face continually.
August 27, 2018
I’m deaf not broken
just differently wired.
My ears went on strike and were never rehired.
They packed up and left not leaving a note,
Just departed my head without taking a coat.
I walk in a room,
people chatter and play,
I nod like a expert,
not a clue what they say.
Was it “You look great” or “You’ve put on weight?”
Either way, I just smile and say “you too mate!”
Someone shouts loudly behind my back,
and I turn around like
I’m under attack.
“So you did hear, that?”
They say so proud,
Like that’s some mystical
truth that they’ve found.
Lip reading’s wild, a silent charade.
Did you say “it fades”
or “do you wear aids?”
And if your hand’s halfway over your face,
I’ll just nod and wave, like I’m keeping up pace.
At meetings I sit,
calm and serene,
Looking like I’m planning a masterful scheme.
But truth be it told,
I’ve zoned way out,
Thinking of pizza,
with chips no doubt.
People laugh, I laugh,
no clue what it’s for,
I watch the faces
and laugh some more.
They ask, “Did you hear?”
and I just say “Who?”
Then pretend I’m deep, like I meant to.
But hey, don’t feel bad
if I miss your cue,
Just give me a sec,
And I’ll find a clue.
I’m not confused,
Just silence, my slave,
Riding this wave
that the deafness gave.
So say it twice,
or write it down,
But please don’t mime like a chicken, in
a wedding gown.
I’m chill, I’m cool,
and thriving too.
My world’s just like yours but on audio cue.
In the heart of the evergreen state where mountains touch the sky
You’ll find the PNW Poetry Guy under Mt. Rainier’s watchful eye
With the South Sound’s rain-soaked landscape boasting tall fir trees
The PNW Poetry Guy’s verses are penned in the cool misty breeze
From Seattle's shimmering skyline to Tacoma’s tide-flats
The PNW Poetry Guy honors his roots wearing many hats
Observer, consumer, and admirer of the beauty mountains to sea
The PNW Poetry Guy inspired by an Emerald City spirit so free
Mossy paths winding through sprawling foothills in the Cascades
The PNW Poetry Guy enjoys the forest-covered steep hiking trail grades
Through the Puget Sound whispers to Ocean Shore’s rhythmic songs
The PNW Poetry Guy writes among scents of coffeeshops, fish grease and bongs
City Center, Montlake and SODO are special places energizing Seattleite’s hearts
The PNW Poetry Guy at the stadiums and arenas as our teams do their parts
Sure, we have problems but through diversity and inclusion they are addressed
The PNW Poetry Guy is proud to be born and raised in the majestic Northwest
"Evening all, my name is Zed"
A pipes up, "You're off your head!
Wherever you feature your name is heard -
Zebra, Swizzle, Fizzle, Wizard..."
"Yes, that's true. That's why I'm here.
I feel for you and for your fears."
X makes the point, "You stand out of your zone,
Even I sound like you in xylophone!"
"Stand out - friends, I feel alone,' Zed's rebuttal,
'I sometimes wish I could hide like B in subtle.
Getting the attention isn't always nice
And I've seen how for egos it becomes a vice!"
The letters in the group comma pause for thought
Zed now adds, "It's complex. I want to offer you support.
After all, we all count in the alphabet
Written language would be lost without just one of us, I bet!"
After winning their hearts, Zed became engrossed
In the stories they shared, some he favoured most...
W told H how unfair that in "who"
He's not audible - H said, "Im just like you.
For instance, I fail to see why I
Should only be seen and not heard in "why"!
Maybe readers and writers like the way we look
When they turn each leaf in their story books"
"We are rather shapely,' sounds flirtatious F's voice,
'there's places I belong but "th" and "ph" are the choice.
Yet, when they are joined by pen and ink,
They look very attractive, do you not think?"
Some of the other letters silently blush
Zed notices and shifts the conversation in a rush,
"So everybody, let us analyse the facts.
Is it necessary to enforce a "Silent Letter Act"?
We are chosen for a reason so we need not fight.
We may not always be heard when we are in plain sight.
So let's live on united in the alphabet.
Remember, our inclusion is a privilege we get."
The letters left the group feeling quite refreshed.
Zed built up their spirit, gave them all some zest.
Silent letters matter. You'll find out in a spelling test.
What words with Silent Letters do you like the best?
*This poem will make more sense to Americans
who watched t.v. in the 1970’s
TIC TAC TOE
the board real tidy. today Tiger would hold
together the family photo. how old the queuing.
surely the Brady six hated tic tac toe -
the anniversary cake blows
the squares, it’s centerfold - Borgnine, Lynde
and Rivers. family full of puzzling fun,
riveting answers. Alice lines them up -
his and her kids, girls on one side, boys
on the other, mom and dad, and plops
herself in the middle, as an inclusion.
delusional housekeeper dates Sam the butcher.
braces and nose job…Marcia…Marcia…Marcia
singing group, house of cards, a charm bracelet.
Tiger’s a thief. Kitty Carryall, his beef.
blame Bobby. Jan gets revenge by sneezing.
sneezing…sneezing…sneezing, sends
the dog away. “in what state was Lincoln born?”
Lynde’s square lit up. He grabs hold of his muse:
“like all of us naked and screaming.” sardonic
tic, tac, toe vibrations of Uncle Arthur’s laugh.
What’s in a want, what makes it so big,
What makes us all chase, race and raid?
And why, after devouring our want, do we create a new want,
A want that is perfectly made.
What’s with the want, its allure, bait, appeal,
Why does a want torment?
Aren’t we all satisfied with what we already have,
Aren’t we, by now, all content?
Maybe our wants aren’t what we think they should be,
Maybe they’re not made at all.
Maybe they’re grown from feelings of happy,
From pride, desire or grief with no shawl.
I think our most intimate wants for attachment and love,
For approval and inclusion and care.
These are the wants we urgently need,
These should be the wants that we wear.
Written: May 14, 2024
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Oh, how life has evolved drastically over years,
Similar to constant river flow and gears.
A world has spun, and time has obeyed its tune,
Leaving a scattered path of memories strewn.
People who are remembered and revered,
Their souls are always linked, never severed.
They carried on with grace, as a cool breeze,
Leaving an undying legacy that will never cease.
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to intentional communities, yet no idea
this bumbling, fumbling, rambling,
et cetera twisted missive would find me
making mention of a logically obvious
proscribed resource. upon setting
my figurative sights regarding the end
ever explicitly, fixedly, and pointedly
to communicate how to adopt modalities
helping other people (in ways within
my capacity), the undercurrent, sans
writing this epistle, an off the beaten
track prospect found unplanned impregnated
insinuation cradling embryonic vision
visited by the secondary modus operandi.
the bespoken ambition (asper reciprocating
the consideration to pursue voluntary
employment. ideally this agreeable deal
(includes a small stipend plus room
and board). the inclusion of the latter
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figured as welcome visualized reprieve.
hence this prosaic/ poetic add on -
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the original intended tone of this blurb.
rather than dismiss tangential thread
mainly to air considerations divergent
incorporating alternative arrangements
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lengthy soundcloud, i freely shared
a tangential welcoming pseudo string
of consciousness thread.
he was trans;
his parents kicked him out
stopped loving him
empathetic strangers took him in
she was ostracized,
bullied by classmates and her family
because she was gay
someone who believes in diversity gave her a home
they were beaten almost to death
people debated whether it was a hate crime or not
they were hospitalized for three weeks each
outlaws ourselves, we included them in our community
Empathy is not only for friends
We are all diverse; it is the way of the world
Inclusion is the tough one
Please open your heart and include everyone
Love is the reason we are here
The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization.
However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that he encounters; to embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien.
The planet Winter or Gethen inhabitants are hermaphrodite, a manwoman, to be respected and judged only as a human being made up of two major religions opposites in belief and ritual. One is mystical and inspired while the other is rational and philosophical. The novel centers on cultural proficiency not only recognize, but also embraces the worldview that each culture brings.
which gender my love
desire, sire or bare our child
while as a woman
The main conflict in this novel is man vs. society. Genly Ai must adapt to the unfamiliar society on Winter. The people of Winter are very different from the people of Earth. They have no gender and no sexual desire except for once a month. Gender roles are not a part of their society; the rules are very different from Earth rules.
music I listen
you are the earth, moon,and stars
mirror I see in
Lesson learned, he must make sacrifices to achieve his goals.
The book can be read as a love story or anthropological adventure.
2/27/2018
The Left Hand of Darkness written by Ursula K. Le Guin, published in 1969
Quote from the book:
Light is the left hand of darkness
And darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
Together like lovers in kemmer
Like hands joined together,
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