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When I Give You My Heart…
The love I give to you dear one,
Is love I know belongs to me,
To think that it is yours alone
Is adolescent fantasy.
For if this love weren’t really mine
How could it then be mine to give?
If heart is always True Love’s home,
Without a heart how could I live?
It may not bring you comfort love
And you may never feel secure,
But dreams my heart is only yours,
Reveal a heart that’s immature.
For you to tell me that’s your gift,
Suggests that you’re naïve at best,
For even if you think it’s true,
The emperor is still undressed!*
At least most men aren’t made that way,
Our futures never are for sure.
And pleasures taken while we can
While praying there might be a cure.
A sick child cause our love to end,
Even our jobs drive us apart,
Though no one plans on stuff like this,
It spells disaster for the heart.
A partner that decides they’re gay,
Somehow an accidental death,
The day your spouse does not come home,
The world can take away your breath.
So when I ‘just’ give you my love
Please check your heart to know it’s true
And realize that lover’s chose,
It’s really all that one can do.
A witches spell, a chain of fire
Cannot restrain decay to dust,
A lifetime all we have to live,
Where good days start with hope and trust.
Brian Johnston
August 29, 2014
Poet's Notes:
* ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’ – A tale by Hans Christian Anderson about two weavers who promise an Emperor a new suit of clothes that is invisible to those unfit for their positions, stupid, or incompetent. When the Emperor parades before his subjects in his new clothes, a child cries out, "But he isn't wearing anything at all!" The tale has been translated into over a hundred languages. From ‘Wikipedia.'
Few go into a relationship with the expectation of love not lasting a lifetime, and yet we all know our relationship too will end, sooner or later, hopefully the latter. The time spent may be quality time or more of a learning experience, usually a mixture of both. But nothing can totally prepare us for the future except to be honest with ourselves and to admit, we are not really in control. That understanding can make things easier for those able to embrace it. Failure may always be failure, but being able and willing to forgive, to love yourself too, is the only path to future happiness in my experience.
Yesterday she killed herself by hanging from the ceiling
It carried her weight but she could not
She was everyday troubled by the future worries
All she wanted a good tight sleep, away from all the distress and depression
Hence she ultimately chose to sleep forever leaving just a small note behind
Note to thank her parents for taking care of her
For bringing her to this beautiful world
Note to thank her brother for making her smile
For engaging her in his little games which took away the sorrow for some seconds.
It was not an easy step
It was a step she always wanted to avoid
but couldn’t.
It was not a sudden random step but the one which was very carefully choosen
A step taken by fighting her own thoughts
Fighting her own body
But she chose it
Chose it to completely end
Completely end not only her life
but also her grievances and torments
She fought, fought with the whole world
But at last lost
Maybe she was afraid of getting called a failure
A word which bothered her, haunted her
A word which affected her so deeply that she chose to end herself
A word which terrified her more than death
From getting straight A’s to barely passing her tests
From loving to communicate with everyone to barely speaking to her own parents
From being extrovert to introvert
From loving colours to attaching to black
A colour which she hated but now loved like hell
From having several friends to none by her side
She saw all....
She felt everyting but never expressed.
She tried, tried very hard to make her parents proud, tried every possible way to please them but couldn’t
Her parents gave her all happiness
She got everything she wanted
Her parents barely bought for themselves
But always got the best for her
They spent their hard earned money like water for her smile
But she was not able to make them proud
She was not able to meet up with their silent expectations
No they never forced or pressurized her
They always supported her
But she a overthinker could not see her parents working hard, neglecting their health for her while she could not even make them smile.
No she doesn’t blame anyone for her...
She blamed herself
She thought of herself as a complete failure
A disgrace for her family
A frustrated, defeated and born loser
Incompetent and disappointment
And she left the world with a
smile on her tender face....
THE SPIDER AND MAN
Spider; is high time you started thinking like human
That, made unique from us, I don’t deny the fact
I have quit your fascinating homes
Yet, in all your regalia
You have come to disturb me in my nasty abode.
Man; what a gross contempt
You speak with no iota of sincerity
How can you say, ye departed from men
When you are fully in charge in men’s home
As they become incapacitated to be neat.
Spider; your utterance was conditional, I am glad
That I don’t near men’s home if things are not in disarray
But, when you come to my abode
You destroy my estate that I built tenaciously
Through which I have my daily bread.
Man; beyond every reasonable doubt, you have proved
Even dough you seem to be the biggest of all insects
What so ever in that your body is complete water
How can you build your enticing estate to block our route-?
Through which we make our own daily bread!
Spider; men can be dam selfish! Even dough-
Sometimes, I be your guest
To make you uncomfortable so you can learn to be neat
But, never stopped the source of your daily bread
Why should you destroy my estate for your own daily bread?
Man; that was a cute question! I never knew you are brilliant with such a small head
I taught the creator deprived you everything. You are incompetent to use the-
Colossal double-eyes of yours and you are myopic in everything
And to till the earth with your enormous legs is never in your agenda!
Spider; don’t make ridicule of me dear! I concede that am lazy
But, I use my talent to eke for a living
But, you answer luxurious names like, “professor, lawyer, doctor and whatever “
Why not make use of your big brain for your daily bread?
Instead of perpetual head-ache I embrace from you in farmlands and forests.
Man; you don’t know men give you too much privilege
You jump and dance from one three to another
With your cursed anus to make your abode
Do we not virtually plant those threes you enjoy?
Learn to be appreciative for once in your life!
Spider; there should be no course for alarm!
At least, men should treat me with an iota of courtesy
You should know that, whatever you see in your route in the farm as web
It is my estate I had taken time to build and is a source of my daily bread
Be comfortable as a superior being and I as well be comfortable as a lesser animal !
WOKE AND BROKE
USA, how did it become so terribly lewd?
Evil has taken free reign in all neighborhoods.
Children are being slaughtered almost each day.
While incompetent leaders, look the other way.
Streets we used to traverse with ease and frivolity.
Now, in absentia, totally absent of congeniality.
The news spews untrue words to divide us.
The leader of the free world, who dares to cuss?
Our most honored allies, we sorely do ignore.
But with Communist nations, we like to score?
The American Flag is burned with utmost joy.
On our knees to the Taliban, true bullyboys!
Burning down our major cities,with hideous masks?
“Hoodyville” is where we are expected to perform daily tasks!
We are Nazi-like, mandated to get a vaccine?
And people want you dead, if you won’t fit that scene.
Worst of all, teachers, must be on benders.
Encouraging children the wonders of being transgenders?
We drool, listenening to twenty-four hour,insane propaganda.
That promotes hatred of others, so hot on their agenda!
The Jewish leaders at liberal universities, are not allowed to speak?
They have to file a lawsuit first, this makes tears run down my cheek.
I weep that the monstrous Holocaust meant not a thing!
The planned death of many groups is indeed, quickly coming.
Anyone who dares speak well of this country is highly suspect!
The NYT, paints good people evil and complete moral wrecks?
America is now in the fight for its very life.
Food, gas prices, causing families major strife.
Drugs, you might recall, we were told. “ Just to say NO,” to?
The leader of America, announced, “Just say YES,” to?
Speak not a malevolent word against good Americans.
Look into your soul, this is the time for benevolence!
On this site, now is allowed full freedom of expression.
Not for long, as censorship is BigTech’s fervent intention!
~God Bless America~
10/9/2022
dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.
Daughter of the King
Young woman.....
You are
First and foremost and always
A daughter of the King....
Molded and created with
delicate architecture and
infused with notes of mystery
and beauty,
Fiery passions and gifts that
slowly unfold
Like a flowers petals opening in
due season
With the right amount of
sunshine and rain
You bring vibrancy and color
like lilies to a valley.
You are a daughter of the King
Designed with the remarkable
ability to give birth to life
A life that is every part you,
every part of a man, and every
part a unique creation
You are a daughter of the King
Designed to shine and bring joy
Your strengths to compliment
and your weaknesses to be
complimented
You are not an accident
You are not your past mistakes
You are not cell tissue
You are not what people may
have called you
Labels they have contrived
Or grave abuses you have
survived
Your name is not Stupid, ****,
Good for Nothing, Prude,
Pathetic, or Weird
It is not Loser, Lunatic,
Incompetent , or Waste of Time
It isn't Drama Queen,
Desperate, or "be seen but not
heard",
Your name is Fearfully and
Wonderfully made
Though
You may feel lonely at times
You're not Forever Alone
Because you are Never Alone
You may feel weak at times
But you are not your
achievements or your failures
You Are
A daughter of the King
You do not need to hide the
delicacy of your femininity
behind callous walls of
protection
The King will watch over His
kingdom
And He will fiercely defend and
provide just what you need
He knows every hair on your
head, every desire and every
dread
He knows and sees every tear,
every frustrating sigh, and
smiles at every victory.
You are a daughter of the King.
You are beautifully and
intricately woven by the same
hands that put the atoms and
the universe in perfect order...
You are the apple of the
Creators eye
Never duplicated
Though some may try
Failing to see
That they too are carved in
uniqueness.
You are in this world
But not bound by it
Given wings to take flight
To soar among the heavens
From where your essence was
breathed from
You are
A daughter of the King
To the ones who are imperfect,
If anyone perfect is reading this please stop reading and go back to your amazing life. Yup life has to be amazing if you are perfect. Well if it's not that amazing read on maybe you can relate to some of it.
Nobody is perfect. Everyone has his or her own imperfections. But is life just meant to be spent on trying to be what you are not?
Good grades, dream college, well paid job, excellent personality with a good social circle and of course a beautiful and loving wife. PERFECT?
Basically someone who has excelled in all possible fields of his concern. This type of a guy would be perfect right? This is the perfection that everyone tries to achieve. Oh wait! I should say the society tries to make us achieve.
But what if someone was to step outside the circle? What if someone doesn't try to achieve this ideology of perfection?
A person with low grades or someone who isn't in a good college or doing a job he loves but pays less is called incapable or incompetent. Why? Because he didn't achieve that mark of excellence or because he didn't try to achieve it.
That's it, everyone around you starts to advice you, criticise you and breaks you to a point you can't handle anymore.
They blame you for not being perfect.
And to top it all you feel helpless and trapped.
It's impossible for people to not judge you but it is up to you to be affected by their judgement.
Your imperfections make you unique. You may have bad grades or end up in a low paid job but there is something in you that makes you special. But you know what those who criticise you just can't see it.
Make sure that you perfect that unique thing about you. Cherish it and make sure that someday the people who criticised you can only see that perfection. Maybe you yet haven't found your speciality but the day you will maybe even 10 years later will be when you will realise that YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE.
P.s: There may be many out there who feel they are emotionally and mentally strong but still may fall prey to those who criticise you. To all of them, what you think about yourself matters the most, be yourself and shine so that world is forced to look at you!
Lots and lots of love
Jesica
Once upon a time, I was a beautiful queen, innocent and radiant.
Sparkle with beautiful gold and diamonds.
One of Africa’s top models.
Until they come from different lands and cultures.
Raped me, took my innocence, and made my children slaves.
They stole my children’s inheritance, emptied my fruitful uterus.
My children know to take only what they need.
Respect me and always be grateful.
Doing the rain dance to say thank you.
These evil people left their spawn behind.
Plundering, taking everything that is rightfully mine.
After years their reign was abruptly stopped.
A new boss was coming from prison.
My children thought they would finally be free.
That he will fight for them and me.
Unfortunately, he was providing for his own needs.
Let the world believe he is a genuine king.
He waited until he accumulated enough to provide for his family and
himself.
Threw my kids for the wolves again.
They are name and shame.
“Kaapse kleurling”, “Colored. ‘Malou”,
Not rightfully as Khoi-San.
They fell into despair, why is life treating them not fair?
They fought for him to be free but he only provides for his people’s needs.
Then he gave his title to someone new,
He visited more other countries than worried about his own.
To him, charity does not begin at home.
Incompetent indeed lifted out the seat,
But why replaced by a thug who only sees to his greedy needs?
Married every year to a new woman, thinking with his and not his brain
Had a clown as his sidekick who barks at the wrong trees.
Saying stupid things while stealing millions.
For years they were raping and betraying me.
Until he was caught wanting to sell me out.
Now I am governed by an entrepreneur.
Who thinks he is smarter than all the other oppressors here.
My children endured so much pain and disappointment.
They are looking for a cure.
Seeking the answers in a bottle, needle, or pipe.
Fighting each other daily with knives and guns,
Gone is humanity.
I pray that one day they will come back to reality.
That greed is not the answer but Humanity is.
Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it
gush.
The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to the taps gush, merely
believe this city certain to save the mums from slavery of their own. Owed
the boredom drenching in strings water to the songs of birds close the
window to the windmill.
The nights become longer to the size of river Nile wishing the night to
swallow the day, their pace can be heard in parliamentary to the voice of
the kettles rumbling in the morning
Their sweat determines the pain they have been through to ignorant of the
truth the pipes are like dead snakes on the roads biting us with fear.
It gushes no water that too melancholy on milky tooth of incompetent man
hovering his wings to the nation and attribution regretted.
She colors her behavior to spit the crowded of women around the well to
the crisscross that wills the nation to notion active only by the title of
competency if imagined.
The cascade of the city to scent of village with tantamount hope boiling no
interest to glue in city that with no sign of before, but backwardness
rumble to the dumbbell in the morning to mothers cry.
The dampness of their clothes to the scent of cockroaches well being, the
fake manifesto entertains poverty and glue the water collectors to
colloquial gossip in the morning hoping to ram the messed up and the big
mistake ever nation has cried that circulated in short saga.
Dumb in parliament to the palatable junks of protruding stomach shining
gown to the shake of lizard to the fall of Julius Cesar by the sword
And by the oath of power to the pointless of being a President to the
resident overdue of coalition of poverty is fence of blunders on the frying
plate
by then the imagination of mums fetching the tinkling of water enshrined
them each morning to months of lamentation
They rallied you to paint their faces with hope of impregnated oath to
breath of thief with heavy sombre spell diction's where we must defend to
the arrival of Jesus by jumbling solutions to fix broken ideas to the
weight night.
THE BATTLE OF THE MINDS FOR THE
SOLE POSSESSION OF ALL SOULS
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN
MENTAL WELLNESS AND
MENTAL ILLNESS , IS
UNDERSTANDING AND
KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT A
MENTALLY ILL LEADER TO LEAD YOU ?
THE SAME REASON YOU WOULDN'T WANT AN INCOMPETENT LEADER TO LEAD YOU.
WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOUR LIFE
IN THE HANDS OF INCOMPETENT
AND MENTALLY ILL INDIVIDUALS
WHO DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN ,
RIGHT AND WRONG ,
ROBOTS AND HUMAN BEINGS.
SOCIOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR OBSERVERS
RECOGNIZE THE PHRASE
IF YOU CAN'T BEAT THEM ,
BEAT THEM UP.
KILL THEM IF NECESSARY.
SECRETS MUST REMAIN SECRET.
THE GENERAL PUBLIC ARE ALLOWED
SUCCESS BUT ONLY TO A DEGREE.
THEY ARE ONLY ALLOWED TO LEARN THE TRUTH.
AGAIN ONLY TO A DEGREE.
ONCE THE ORDINARY BEINGS RECOGNIZE AND UNDERSTAND ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
AND INTUITION , POLICY MAKERS ,
SOCIOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR
OBSERVERS AND GROUPS
AND THE THOUSANDS OF
THINK TANKS AROUND THE WORLD
WILL TAKE ACTION TO PROTECT THEIR
SELF APPOINTED AUTHORITY TO
CONTROL THE LIVES OF THOSE
THEY BELIEVE TO BE UNINTELLIGIBLE.
THE COMMON OR AVERAGE BEING
OR PERSON WHO IS CAPABLE OF ELEVATING CONSCIOUSNESS AND INTUITION
WILL BECOME A THREAT TO THE SELF APPOINTED
LORDS AND LEADERS .
THOSE WHO MERELY CLAIM TO BE
THE AUTHORITY OR IN CHARGE OF ,
STAND OVER AND ABOVE THE SO CALLED SUBORDINATES FOLLOWERS AND SUBJECTS.
IT'S BEEN 2000 YEARS AND THE SPIRITUAL BATTLE
BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL CONTINUES.
A BATTLE OF THE MINDS
FOR THE POSSESSION OF ALL SOULS.
WITH NEW TECHNIQUES AND TECHNOLOGIES.
REACHING A POINT IN TIME WHERE
TRANSHUMANISM AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
HAVE DELIBERATELY BEEN DESIGNED AND COMBINED AND CREATED TO CAPTURE AND CONTROL THE BODY , MIND AND SOUL OF ALL MANKIND.
FREE WILL , FREE THOUGHT , FREEDOM
TO SPEAK TO AND SEEK GUIDANCE
FROM THE UNIVERSE , DIRECTLY FROM CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE.
HAS BECOME AND IS CONSIDERED
A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY AND DEMOCRACY. DISINFORMATION , MISINFORMATION AND
A DYSTOPIAN WAY OF LIFE.
THE BATTLE OF THE MINDS...
FOR THE SOLE POSSESSION...
OF ALL SOULS.
Michael E. Harris
04072023