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study period
It’s December and my roommates and I are deeply into Christmas. We’ve got a little 3ft tall Christmas tree with about fifty-thousand little multicolor LED lights on it (LEDs because we ARE saving the planet). We’re in the ‘study period’ right before finals and It’s a lowkey Saturday night.
Lisa and I were pajama’d and gelaxing in our suite’s common room. She was in a tan easy chair and I was slouched on our red corduroy couch and my slippered feet up on a white coffee table. We had a Christmas playlist playing throughout the suite, a ‘Christmas lights of Paris’ Youtube video streaming silently on our TV and cups of Keurig brewed hot-chocolate with little marshmallows.
Leong came out of her room and joined us, taking a seat on the far side of the couch with me. After a moment she stretched-out, putting her head in my lap. I love her jet-black, cornsilk hair and it wasn’t long before I found myself stroking it, a gesture primates have been making since the pleistocene period. When Lisa glanced over at us and smiled, I started making gestures like I was looking for fleas in her hair and eating them - in a silly, momentary comedy lost on Leong.
We got back from November recess a few days ago. After three years together, it was easy, almost automatic, for us to fall back in our rhythms as roommates. On arrival, I glanced through my drawers, dirty clothes and shelves, taking a casual inventory. Everything was as I remembered it but still, everything had the feel of trivial leftovers from some lost civilization.
I got a new M3-iMac, it’s really the best platform for putting docs side by side. The first thing I did was hit ‘restore my setup’ from the cloud. I love futzing with tech - I can remember when that kind of restoration would have taken all day - but fifteen minutes later I could tell from the files on my desktop that everything was restoring nicely.
As I sat back on my office chair watching the restoration, I felt myself relax. THIS was real life, this was how life should be done. No matter what else I’d done or where else I’d gone - this was how my life should be - at school, with friends, facing those challenges. It was a peek-moment.
It was an illusion that my little iMac welcomed me back, like an old friend, as it finished restoring - wasn’t it?
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jelaxing = gelling & relaxing
When challenged to ponder about inventory of survival-status
my mind succumbs toward sublime intellectual deconstruction
yet conquering spirit emerges to prevail with blissful glow
for triumphant testimony, exposing meaningful existence.
Analysis of faith’s wholeness
Exposes my vain worthlessness
Humbling me to seek God of grace
Completing me with love’s embrace.
When confronted vis-à-vis my understanding about the Almighty
with this vital spiritual question, "Do you really know God?
my predicament regarding the divine was then put into the crucible
an encounter that has become a milestone in my faith venture…
Faith-inquiry for the first time
Awakened my soul with blest chime
While pointed to God Who’s the way
The truth, and life I must obey.
When invited to a Bible study “to know the Lord all the more”
I declined many times being settled with my religious status
asserting that I believed in God, having been raised going to church
with parents and home, considered as good and well.
Bible study of faith-venture
By God’s prodding midst love-gesture
Did lead me to His gracious heart
And through trust, never to depart.
When I acceded to the spiritual endeavour expounding Who God is
I learned from the Scriptures His testimonies, precepts, and statutes
as well as His grace, mercy, and compassion, power and wisdom
that define and describe HIM as the Lord, and distinguish HIM as the Saviour.
Scriptures indeed exalt God’s name
Expressing what His truths proclaim
Granting me peaceful pardon peace
Thus, my skepticism did cease.
When I responded to the Holy Spirit’s gentle working
my soul received the promised life eternal offered by Jesus Christ
along His assured genuine freedom from iniquities’ condemnation
setting me toward heavenly abode along victorious journey.
Fortified faith upheld by God*
Ascends along His guiding rod
While Him I praise, thank, and worship
Serving Him through sweet partnership.
*Jude 1:25 To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.
February 10, 2022
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 28- A Deconstruction" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/13/2022.
Nothing in my life has ever been anything like this.
When I started my company it was nothing but bliss.
I invented a company called “The Edit Centre”
Back in ’86, I was quite the inventor.
The business model was to transfer movie film and edit videos
So family memories would last forever, don’t you know.
From the day business opened we on a roll
People came from far and wide, it soothed my soul.
From $30,000 we grossed the very first year,
To 60 then 90, I had no fear.
I bought $1000’s and $1000’s of video toys,
The public loved it, so they could enjoy.
The growth in the business lasted about 13 years.
We peaked at $427,000.00, I still had no fear.
Slowly but slowly, things began to erode.
I knew not what the future would bode.
So I did what many major companies have done
I fired employees, sent them on the run.
I ended up doing more of the work on my own
And in 2006 I made more money than I’d ever known.
My accountant was pleased, said I finally learned how to make money.
Even though I was grossing far less, I was making a tonny.
The bank told me my house had great value, have this wad of cash.
So I began to remodel, was having a blast.
So I borrowed a quarter million to fix up the place
Created a palace, the times seemed to be great.
I was paying $3000.00 a month on the equity line.
Felt what I was doing was not out of line.
Then came 2007, well before the economy collapsed.
Sales dropped $75,000, what kind of relapse?
What was I doing that was so wrong?
I began living in a world I didn’t belong.
Technology was beginning to alter my life.
The market I owned was cut like a knife.
Fewer and fewer needed the services I provided.
Since 2008, I’ve been highly misguided.
But I was stubborn, said this couldn’t continue.
Took all of my savings to save the only thing I knew.
Owned a beautiful building on a main thoroughfare.
Spent every dime to save it, I didn’t care.
But business continued to get worse and worse
I vowed to survive, could I be cursed?
I remodeled the building and opened an art gallery
Thinking with no inventory costs, I might make a salary.
Of course my gallery couldn’t have been more mistimed.
Who in 2009 had the reason to spend another dime.
The upside was that the building had a facelift.
And I was able to sell it, that was a gift.
In 1989 a group of Phyic scientist challenged a group of botanist to a contest. They were surpossed to create
A hyro-power bus, that would be a cooling station for field workers , hot climates. The bus was to have an office ce, a dining area and a toilet and kitchen, and a window to serve drinks and food. Durning the construction of the vechile, they stumbled on some papers about space and a thirty which used solar powered engines to ride on a beam of light casted from two ends. The beam would allow the space ship to move
At very high speeds to reach targets at a speed called warp. The theory would have a beam casted from the ship to you de the ship or ships thru out space allowing the ships to go anywhere. They discovered the protypes which were ships, water vessels that looked like movie create ions, and he secretive experiment casted beams across the south PAC from c, and allowed the vessels to reach speeds never before recorded..
The language used was hard understandable by all the scientist, but the were worded to be translated into some strange language which without guidance would be hard to o understand. They wished to create a gravitational center within the ships so during the Ravel people could walk about, as normal. One paper said it found that Durning simulations larger members of the crew began losing fat, noticable in short amounts of time, making the to appear more healthy , and strong. All members began to bulk up and be healthier.
The last page in the journel spoke in words
But left little clues.
Preparing inventory
Underlying guidelines
Variable casting
Cost of inventing
Cause and effect nature
Cause and effect sceince
Cause and effect ( mean spotted)
Reburted external
Reburted interiornal
Cause and effect related to stresses of emotion
Cause and effect due to bition
Under casted
Overcast
Matching principles must include
Rightful concern
Skill counselation
Education of committee
A matter of affair
Construction
Maintance
Revered
Which than is either
Which than is neither
Conflicting interest
Resolution
Map of intentions
Probalable outcome
A matter of affair
Cause recognition
Caused championed
Resolution
Which end is destined
Reversing goals
Structural ng goals
Our dreams, our callings and our reason for being
We need to hold fast to them if success we hope to be seeing
For if we lose our dreams, those core longings that help us to cope
We'll be like a bird with a broken wing flightless and without hope
We won't be able to realize our full potential and we'll be stuck in place
Unable to have authentic lives nor receive God's infinite grace
Living your dream in 2015 by acknowledging the Lord God Christ
As He's the beginning and the end of everything in life
And when you have a relationship with Him you will come to find
That no matter what life has thrown at you with Him there is peace of mind
And no matter how rocky the road that you travel through
God has your back and will always be there for you
For He is the Creator of all that you see
He gave you life and controls your destiny
Living your dream in 2015 by acknowledging the power of God
And having a relationship with Him that is straight from the heart
Trusting in Him with all that is in you
Being obedient,loving, submissive and true
And if you lead not to your own understanding hopefully you'll find
That God always has your best interest on His mind
For when you're in the spiritual flow
You don't always need to know
What God is doing and how He operates
Just sit back and let your faith generate
A strong foundation on which you can stand
And not one of sinking sand
Living your dream in 2015 by doing an inventory in your life
To remove all the rubbish and the trash that had caused you nothing but strife
To get rid of toxic relationships that possess not one ounce of trust
That are like a car with no gas going nowhere and starting to rust
Living your dream in 2015 by giving God your best
As only what you do for Christ will be truly blessed
So let God direct and guide your life course
Allow Him to be your ultimate power source
Now understanding that everything in life that you desire
Might not be what God thinks you require
Just trust, believe, be patient and wait
Allow God to give you an overflowing plate
Living your dream in 2015 by coming to understand
That a relationship with God should be your life plan
The Golden Years
We celebrated the years with so many memories, birthdays, funerals….
As we took a stroll through life and archived all the memories we had featured
With these golden years
We reflected on our retirement after we met ourselves as employees working well with the passing of age
Our pasts made choices for us including our lifestyle activities
And those choices included low activity, poor diet and a high alcohol intake
Realizing how hard it was to fight this process
Every day was a repeated expression of events as we looked around and took an inventory of the average senior human being
We lived good lives now that we had bad knees, hips, need stents, hearing aids and more which the middle age will never understand
We had counterproductive lifestyle behavior that are now affecting our health with choices made for us
And somehow with these choices came clinics we built with an assumption of calling it a health-care center having professionals assessing our average senior
We served with experience acquired throughout the years
These golden years drew us closer to a self-selecting population requiring a routine checkup preciously because they are fairly healthy
With these years a discovery of how rare our species are, made a realization of how precious our souls are
We were soft, sensitive and had a lovely gesture and we never lost our shine even when we had wrinkles on our faces
These years awarded us the opportunity of earning leisure, a time to rest, relaxation and care without an obligation to maintain an economic level defining the young and middle age
The second wind painted images which made us fragile, superfluous and infantile taking away our powerful mental and emotional constitution, rejecting stereotypic impulses of others perception of us
With everything came time, wisdom, talents to others with an everyday affair of being treated with respect and we had the willpower to strengthen our lifetime challenges adjusting to loss and change of all kinds
Poet
Masego Nkuna
This article is about the underground lyricist and outlaw musician. For other uses, see Zoltan Goliath, Brent Scorn, Lydia Fox, C. Günter Marrow, Elzbieta Bienga (disambiguation).
Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
There is quilt of comfort made with silver threads.
For friends and families of alcoholics, that have given
up, and just shake their weary heads.
You cannot ever on your own power save an alcoholic.
To play God~~is a pure waste of time and frolic!
Nor dare not play the superiority game.
And look down on them with puffed up pride and
arrogant shame.
You have to stop being a codependent, rescuing them.
Sobriety is gift from God, a wellness robe with a gold hem.
Right at this minute from Maine to Rangoon~.
An AA meeting opening doors to those in recovery in just
minutes, very soon!
Whilst we write about how disgusting and awful they are,
We, ourselves are not perfect, no, not by far!
We overeat, we overspend, use painkillers galore and yet?
We are blind to our own moral inventory
We get off on painting 'them' as evil, but give ourselves all
humam glory?
Children at the age of twelve attend AA meetings.
And we....we wag our tongues with character assassination
beatings.
You don't have this disease! You just were blessed not to
have the DNA to be one,so please with all meanness surcease!
You can detach from them but love them still.
You, yes you, can go to Alanon, there's a Twelve Step Program
designed just for you, just up the hill!
Alanon members grow strong beyond belief,
They share their pain, but better, look into their own lives and
stop living in endless hurt amd grief.
In Memory
Tribute to my lost husband.
Dead at 35
U.S.A Army Reservist
Brilliant, a writer, a poet, gone!
With loving memories,
Panagiota
"Serenity Prayer"
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
change...the courage to change the things I can..and the
wisdom, to know the difference!
May 24, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1294
Sitting in his kingdom of endless riches
A man amused by material wishes
An infinite need for more and more
With limits on splurging most often ignored
But when one’s mind is ruled by a greed,
Trust cannot exist, because sin exceeds
Friends and family, nowhere to be found
Resistance to help, leaving lives on the ground
In the end, loneliness conquers his reign
Sitting in his kingdom of endless pain.
Free of the worries that modern day brings,
Like falling in love and buying new things
I lay in a realm of riches, content
Blind of the day, everlasting descent
My wife closely follows, shadowing me
With love and affection, dear Ann Marie
But distracted by that which glitters gold
Smiling, I gaze at the treasures I hold
Desire, infectious, inside it grows
Like an addiction that can’t be disposed.
Now, love isn’t seen as a priority
Instead, currency is my authority
With days that I spend on shopping sprees
Staying homebound does not come with ease
Clutched so tight, I cannot let it go
A craving for spending the money I own
Obsessed with the color, shades of green
Infatuated by my jade bloodstream
Pumps to my ravenous heart, so it seems
Leaving me greedy in powerless dreams
Escorted by luxury items and clothes
And though I want more I shall never dispose
Merely watching my inventory grow
Is this desire a friend or a foe?
For dispersed from my sickness, I sense worry
As those around me leave in a hurry
Attached to possessions held in my hand
Solitude calls me, alone I will stand
Who needs companions, untrustworthy friends
Money is abundant to me, free of ends
Forget those who leave, I’m all that I need
Apart from my beautiful Ann Marie
I love her so dearly, but where’s she been?
Viewing my love for money as a sin
Sightless I seemed, avoiding her love
When money and treasures were all I spoke of
Her heart must have obviously ached enough
A quick getaway, without even a bluff
A silent escape to isolate me
Alone in this mansion, alone I will be.
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'Twas the night before Christmas when Mom said,
to Dad- go get a tree for us better than last year;
remember how by Christmas morning it was dead,
she shouted instructions as Dad put the car in gear.
He looked at me with a sigh- oh don't you worry,
we will buy the best and biggest tree on the lot;
and will search their complete tree lot inventory,
we will find the very best Xmas tree ever bought.
Well, we did find the best and biggest tree ever,
on the drive home- off the roof it started to slip;
and I said to Dad, it's great but just a bit big however,
deck the halls, he sang, it just needs a little snip.
He turned it this way and that but it did not fit,
in the front door- don't worry he said and got a saw;
I was really, really doubtful I had to admit,
he was hacking at the branches as I watched in awe.
Well, somehow we finally got the tree in the living room,
but it was too tall and the top was crunched on the ceiling;
at this point, I was filled with a great gloom and doom,
when Dad sawed the top off- I had a real sinking feeling.
But he stood back looking and feeling pretty darn proud,
when Mom came into the room- and screamed;
this tree is the worst yet, she was yelling really loud,
so, I ran out of the room 'cause she was so steamed.
Where am I suppose to put my Christmas angel ? Dad,
(the top was flat and there were branches gone leaving gaps);
she stood there sort of bewildered and boy was she mad,
and not just that the tree looked awful- it began to collapse.
(Dad, tied it to the wall- so it would not fall)
We decorated the tree anyways but by Christmas morning;
not a thistle was left- just a bare tree with decorations adorning.
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November 27, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Christmas Tree
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1202-170-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest The Night Before 2
sponsor, Joseph May
Third Place