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Dreams of blue skies and immaculate waters
Fields lush and green for miles to be seen
A world befitting our sons and daughters
Yet careless pollution has brought a tearful scene
Blessed with the intellect and ingenuity to thrive
So why the never-ending uphill struggle?
Life is for living; instead, we fight to survive
Seems there's always another bill to juggle
Humanity yearns for a simple utopia
Where children can rise and reach their dreams
In a land of abundance and cornucopia
Free as our rivers and winding streams
A world rich in love is all we desire
Not the soul-wrenching agony of war
Our goal is to flourish; that’s the life we aspire
Like a phoenix from the ashes, we will once again soar
Upon this realm, entities work their dark art
They weave and deceive like an intricate crochet
To be human, one requires a penitent heart
Yet demons are ravenous and out for prey
Finally, we’ve escaped this labyrinth maze
Piercing the veil, turning from water to wine
Euphoria as we suddenly see through the haze
To the glorious realisation, we are divine in design
For a relatively brief period in their lives,
they touched base with luxuries that they could
ill afford; with culture unallowed by both desire
and time. Their days were spent committing crimes
that fed their addiction to drugs. But at a rehab
center, they were reintroduced to some of the finer
things of life.
Teachings of Christ were at the heart and center of their
belief system and the hallmark of their program. Moreover,
there were other venues of culture that greatly aided in
their success. Among them was The Zoo.
Into their lives came the Museum of Science and Industry.
There, they could experience being connected to a reality
that improved rather than destroyed civilization. There,
perhaps they would connect to a challenge, a vision that
could assist in changing their lives. Such visits by them
must have been amazingly interesting and arresting;
enabling them to capture a fresh view of human ingenuity.
A new and broader view of the real world was also presented
to them by way of the Planetarium. Awesome observations of
the vast universe so unlike the average American city that
had limited their drug-infested lives. There was so much 'out
there' yet to be explored; so much 'in them' yet to be tapped.
The Zoo was another favorite place to go. Was it simply
a place to observe animals, or was there so much more
to be discovered? There was a golden opportunity to
reevaluate the use of cages, fences, barriers, and
partitions. Perhaps an ex-felon would conclude that
crime does not pay and that freedom is priceless.
I cannot be certain, but I suspect that the men
taken to such venues, especially the zoo, came
away with a greater appreciation for the good life.
One cannot help but realize the value of having
the wild in captivity, and at the same time acknowledge
that every living creature deserves and demands freedom.
051223PSCtest. Constance La France
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words
Word Choice: Zoo
Acts of kindness if we LQQK, yet the hatred flows on, all in the guise of "my perspective is the righteous perspective" ...
It's STILL hatred ... and for each of us it has to end with that person in the mirror each morning, or STOP the bitching ...
We WASTE so much intelligence and creativity and ingenuity on hatefulness, when we ALL know the answer ...
WHY?!?
Gandhi knew the answer, Martin Luther King, Jr. knew the answer, Muhammad, Jesus, Buddha, Mandela, Mother Theresa, Confucius, all knew the answer ...
Everyone loves to quote these great, peaceful people, and then we go about ignoring and trashing everything they stood for ...
Peace and LOVE and kindness are not rocket science, but they DO require changing ourselves on the deepest and most stubborn levels ...
There is NO other way.
When the capsule opens
And the one who gets
To take the very first one small step
Is over taken and commandeered
by the C.E.O
And not by the designer , engineer , worker
Or even the orginal person with the initial forethought
To me that smacks of hypocrisy
As to me again the only lesson
taught or gained is thus
Is that the only thing that matters
in this modern day is thus
That capitalism and the pursuit of money and fame trumps
Human endeavor and ingenuity
Not some of the time
But all of the time
Because it seems more about
a photo- opportunity
Than the actual facts surrounding
the achievement
Amber sun, vibrant hues caress
Bare skin that thrives to the touch
Of this dawn who know nothing of
Discouragement, but only feels alive
With inspiration that rouses the senses
Awakening elation that frees wisdom
Amid plans for a breakfast adventure
Gentle dreams flourish on the wings
Of a afternoon rain who flows freedom
Through the minds of those who listen
To the whispers of raindrops soothing
With sensations so exquisite that they
Move the heart to appreciate all that
God has blessed us with, such a kind nature
Azure skies turn misty with the evening
Penetrating the spirit with a charming wave
Of gratitude for all the benefits sent down
From a heavenly home where we may
Venture to go one day soon when our lives
Change from breathing souls to those who
Know only the decay of mysterious demise
Ebony drifts across the night with the friends
Of starlight and moon who glides throught the
Darkness in a intense and dazzling glimmer
Amazing those who perchance investigate
These quivering lights as they flicker across
The wonderous dusk, crying out a echo of
Faith, hope and love to those who will listen
It is in the quiet, where silence leads the song
Breathing with desires, insights and mysteries
Forever freeing inspiration to gently give it’s
Yearning hand to those who share their gifts
With fellow lovers of the spark of imagination
Our heavenly Father has put into the hearts of
Those who express an interest in the soul’s ingenuity
All in a day poetry contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
August 28, 2020
SELF ACTUALISATION
S- Senses smoothly surpass
E -Existing eclipsed envelope
L - Levitate limitless label
F - Fulfillment fathomed foolproof
A Amidst ambiguity,accomplishment’s ambrosia
C Countless challenges clearing capacity charismatic
T True talent ,tough-resolve’s taintless tryst
U Unrestrained Unicorn unfolds uplifting mileu
A Autonomous amicable assuaged agenda
L Liberty luxuriant lights life’s laurel
I Incredible ingenuity imprints on invincible grafitti
S Sustainable self-satisfaction, summit of success
A Appropriate actions attracting attainment’s aura
T Tolerating twists, tactful, total trust on self in test
I Immortalising integrity, persona influential confetti
O Optimism,Opportunism orbed in life’s ostinato
N Not being perfect but with poise handling imperfection
7th November 2016
for San Woo's Contest
Double Acrostic
theme-Self actualisation
The family outhouse wasn't just thrown together willy-nilly. Oh, no. It was an object of pride. A showcase of engineering and ingenuity and a symbol of prosperity. There was a true science used in the construction of 'the throne'.
It had to be built using only the best quality lumber. Generally, with 2" x 6" floor joist, cedar walls if possible but most likely just good white pine. Usually, the roof was just wood, but a fancy privy could have shingles and the la-ti-da privy might have had a tin roof. The roof slanted away from the side with the door towards the back to allow maximum rain roll-off. Also, you needed less height to sit on the crapper bench than you needed to drop your long-johns.
A standard structure was about 6 feet wide x 5 feet deep with the roof measuring approximately 8 feet tall at the highest point. Of course, those measurements would depend on whether it was your simple one-holer design or the more elaborate two-seater. A good coat of white paint would definitely set yours off from the neighbors and become the envy of the whole county. Don't make the door fit too tightly and remember to cut a crescent moon shape in it for proper ventilation and the only source of light.
A good supply of Montgomery Ward or Sears catalogs and a fly swatter were luxuries fit for the queen.
the important things
will often go unnoticed—
until you need them
A printer's apprentice is my youth was
My canvas a 4 colour Heidelberg press no less
A 1000 + tons of solid steel industrial ingenuity
That changed and formed the landscape we know today
Cyan,
Magenta,
Yellow,
Black
Through paper cuts from shuffling paper
And cleaning ink it would bleed into
every crevice and cut in my hands
That to the untrained eye it looked as if i never washed
The ink what in which my hands lay
I printed black on white instructions you would find inside medicine boxes
And glossy catalogues to business card's
So through the power of printed ink
Reminiscing back
Somewhere out there to this day
Come what may
I may not have been Leonardo or Banksy
But hopefully I somehow left my mark
However insignificant
So i reap my own graffiti
Like the soldiers of the red army did on the Reichstag wall's
Before the rise and fall
Of Nazi and Communism
Where am I?
Am I in the sky
Or in the ground
Certainly not, this, walking ‘round
Only dust left when gone
No such circuitry can perceive
The beauty of dawn
Or the glooming of eve
When the dust settles
Where have I gone
The dew upon the petals
Faerie Circles on the lawn
Something stirs in between
And remains for us, unseen
Not, will ever be found here
All here is dust, that much is clear
This place seems a shadow from high above
And no, I’m not going to say a place of love
Love keeps us happy to continue the charade
While somewhere something-
Plays with what it’s made
Did it count on us making the best of it
Enjoying each sunrise and its benefit
Discovering art, taking the world apart
Uncovering science
While it marveled our defiance
To not just be rats in its cage
But to evolve into cultures
That foresaw their futures
Still using wisdom as a workaround
And ingenuity to make life here more sound
Though I sometimes still wonder where I really am
Sometimes I don’t really think I give a damn
As long as I’m happy in this short dream
I’ll rave and I’ll laugh till I run out of steam
A completely non religious write, I think!
The universe is nothing yet everything, inward then outwardly led
has tried every configuration possible, peanuts to stellar nursery beds
Mixing this and that together, now it's growing inside our heads
Bringing conscious thoughts to light, through our blood it spreads
Perhaps a self centred entity, trying to comprehend from where it came
Using every calculation ever made, from Confucius to murderous Cain
Loves human ingenuity, though indiscriminate to the healthy and lame
Lets everything run its course, including nazism and crack cocaine
So what's the ultimate purpose, I mean time's always on its side,
Expand forever, test every combination that human life provides
Hanging around going nowhere, indifferent to watching us die
Refusing to interact for a second, as we contagiously laugh and cry
Well it's not good enough I'm afraid, to experiment at any price
Allowing us to breed like rabbits, or are we your laboratory mice
Chaos here, randomness there, fancy our chances, roll the dice
Some gorge on filet mignon, others cannot afford a bowl of rice
So the million dollar question I'm asking, everyone wants to know
Are you listening universe, or is some god actually running the show
Putting 2 and 2 together, is not beyond where my mind can go
Answer's simple, but you constantly move the goalposts as I grow
(Universe replies)
Oh ye of little faith, (jesting) intelligent beings are in times of trial
You've been looking for meaning, before my pharaohs ruled the Nile
The truth is, there's none today, but that will all change in a little while
Hang on in there, we're almost home, it's going to end in some style
By
David Kavanagh