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Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.
Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly still
in the forest, valleys, at the backyards, or upon every hill
classified as deciduous and evergreen trees of scientific thrill
serving well as resources the Almighty provides for mankind’s good will.
Our value showcases the Lord’s commitment
with our partnership to be useful in every engagement
such as furnishing oxygen, essential for breathing moment
along food, shelter, medicines, tools, bridges of great enrichment
midst ecological enjoyment, health investment, and life-enhancement.
As our leaves mitigate heat
we share climate amelioration feat
improve air quality toward a joyous greet
conserve water, preserve soil where we all meet…
midst our community and social contributions, hard to beat.
Peace we exude can vanquish stress
wafting freedom that relieves woe and distress
along playgrounds, we bring joy of serenity-buttress
whereas parks and resorts become rejuvenation-fortress
inspiring a poet ready for songstress and choir conductress.
We praise the Creator for enabling us to be a delight
since our wondrous usefulness pleases Him with full might
maximizing our best for optimized utility of triumphant height
with His blessings to be shared with love, devoid of selfishness-blight…
Now, our question to people: why are you exploiting us for greediness’ flight?
*Psalm 104:16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted.
Personification in Rhyme form
May 22, 2022
2nd place, "Wisdom from Trees" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/28/2022.
friendships take.....time
an investment of emotions
sacrifice
determination not to let
things slide
intentional
it's all intentional
perhaps unconventional
in a world where
look out for Number 1
is the best tune to hum
true friendships
don't happen in a void
"I don't have the time"
not the right rhyme
for friendship's poetic rhythm
Friendships take...love
not the conditional kind
but unconditionally blind
to the faults
and seeing the sincere
hidden inside
a friend will confide
and abide
in friendship's sphere
dear and near
Friendships take...visits
drop by to say, "Hi!"
and share a piece of pie
to laugh and cry
and watch the days go by
friendships are forever
didn't you know?
when your soul is on show
affection can grow
friendships take me
friendships take you
always and forever new
a true friend
it's so true
is someone
so perfectly and exactly and endearingly like you!
Dedicated to Richard L on his birthday!
Form:
He is seventy-nine,
yet speaks like a child
lost in a world
too big for his voice.
Words spill from him
like a river without banks.
A mouth without discipline.
A tongue without a guard.
They call him a leader,
but he carries no weight
of Wisdom.
Only the noise of ego.
True leadership
demands humility.
Demands silence
before speech.
But he rushes to talk
before thinking.
This is the disease
of Western democracy—
where money crowns fools,
and popularity crowns jesters.
America suffers.
Families break.
Bread becomes gold.
Hope becomes debt.
Yet he thinks of wars.
He thinks of weapons.
He thinks of enemies
that are not hungry.
How can a man
who never tasted hardship
understand the poor?
How can a soul
untouched by struggle
cry with the broken?
To him, power
is not service.
It is business.
It is investment.
It is empire.
He behaves like a boy.
He walks like a boy.
He talks like a boy.
Yet he sits on a throne
built for men of Wisdom.
Great leaders
do not speak loudly.
They act quietly.
But he does the opposite—
noise without substance.
movement without direction.
At seventy-nine,
he has learnt nothing.
Not from life.
Not from time.
Not from silence.
People laugh at him.
Not because he is funny—
but because emptiness
cannot hide itself.
A spoiled child
of fortune and comfort
now rules a wounded nation.
A kingdom of adults
led by a boy.
And history watches,
with sorrow,
with irony,
with the cold voice of truth—
That age does not bring Wisdom,
and crowns do not make kings.
When I sense a pathway
in between my mountain of narcissistic need
to control my relationships
and all my anthrosupremacist rivered lessons
cause-effect linear
verbal assumptions
with nonverbal consecutive resolving
and unresolved ambiguous feelings
Veering away from dark trauma
blue loneliness
and toward ego- and eco-therapies
of green abundance,
When I feel polyphonic harmony,
synergy between and within my interior biosystems
Deep listening,
and not digging for control,
even eventually,
settling in for perpetual unconditional co-control
both/and nuancing interdependent co-investment,
enlightened co-empowerment
empowering win/win resolutions
of thoughtful conscious/conscientious feelings,
Transparently rivered valleys
of neuro-sensory unvoiced
win/win resolving
solvent flowing return choice
soothing past win/lose sensory traumatic
in-between
Decisions for economic
Whole Systemic
pro-ecological
co-relational
multi-lateral solidarity
of animus mundi awe,
holonic nature-enspirited
History encultured
Yang/Yintegral timelessly
unconditionally regarded,
esteemed sacred space
Of balanced
co-relational place
InBetween old and new
internal sensory rivers of feeling
win/lose anxious trauma
and environmental stress
And anticipating health
and felt wealth of ego/eco defensive
yang/yintegral safety
actively co-investing
in shared economic and pro-ecological,
cooperatively reborn,
original prime NonZero Zone,
ego/eco-matriarchal
politically attached relationship
Win/win restoring
health/wealth optimizing
new/old green wisdom
nutritional communication
rebirthing health/wealth
optimization deals.
Imagine yourself
In a small gold mining town
you know that gold will run out
you know that for now you have money
but the future is not guarantied
without money a gold town
become a ghost town
yet you decide to change
talking to the people
you encourage group investment
you invest in building farms
you invest in building zoos
you invest in building
amusement parks
you invest in building factories
so when the Gold money runs out
you have jobs
you have money
coming from your investments
you have a town that's not
a ghost town
now imagine
you work in the car industry
and in the future you know
that with a world recession
people reduce their spending
the car industry will struggle
factories will close
you talk to the people in the factory
part of you disposable income
is redirected into investment
so that when your factories close
you have companies that you own
companies can provide work
companies that can provide wages
money to feed your family
money to provide the lifestyle
that you need in your time of need
today we all face the corona-virus
but when it comes time to grow
perhaps we could all become investors
creating work for ourselves
and jobs for our future
creating life in ghost towns
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love,
neither alternative could be
me without you
you within me
both equivalent would be
We.
We without you,
or me,
this simply can not be,
we takes both equally
bidextrously
ambivalent
Without me,
just you,
or me,
which We cannot
co-arisingly be.
I could not be me
without a you,
nor you
without a me,
as I, you see
we're not at home
in silo-by-silo
universality,
confusing coincidentality,
poor performing
economicality,
dismal absence
of ecologicality,
teleologically teasing
merely biological We.
If no Earthy EcoSystem,
then no Me.
If no Me, then no exegetical
metaphysical
metamorphical
polycultural
permaculturing Be.
If no Belonging,
then no longing.
If no longing, then no hope
of Belonging.
If no becoming, then not Being
seeing
sensing
souling
solving
resolving
resonating
hibernating
sublimating
en-double-lightening We.
If synapse
were not quite so closely haunted
by relapse
deep learning might be
as boringly unpredictable
as gravity's self-creational
bi-relational
lapse.
When East and West learn to divest
of Othering culture's absence,
as South and North learn to invest
in Other culture's apart-sense,
then PermaCulturing Design
will co-redeem
sustainable We
polyculturing our healthy Planet
polymorphic economics
polypathic ecologic
becoming PolyWealthy Therapy.
Messiahs turn Left
to Rightly Prophet
and CoMessiah Right
to EcoProphesy Left
and back again
to revolution Earth ethics upside down,
with SunGod's cooperative rays on top
of Earth's economically rich
deep pie charts
and global graceful synergy spread wide
warm watery reception,
challenging bi-generic tree-ringed contractions
of grace,
karmic abundance,
a Bun Dance away from narcissistic ignorance
Ego's fancy prance,
of why when we each and all come together,
in love's full climaxing bilateral embrace
we turn our identities future side down
a pace
in this HereNow timely space.
We each come to redeem our Ego investment
born of Earth's long-spun
cosmic fun
regenerating narrative,
double negative binding Identity
creating SuperEco-Normic
sticky Bliss
Is not
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love
neither alternative could be
me without you
within me
both equivalently
must be
gummy We.
In the digital landscape of TikTok, scammers operate stealthily, strategically identifying their targets within vulnerable demographics—specifically, older Generation X users. Each profile is analyzed meticulously, revealing weaknesses that can be exploited. The anticipation builds as the scammer initiates contact, contemplating who will be ensnared next.
“Will she be my next target?” he reflects, as the initial engagement elicits a promising response: “Sure, count me in.” This raises a question of accountability in a game that resembles Russian roulette, fraught with risks on both sides.
The scammer initiates the conversation with manipulative charm: “Greetings, gorgeous! What’s your name? Where are you from? I have seen the signs of opportunity.”
His subsequent messages reveal a formulaic script designed to elicit emotional investment: “Could you be the one I’ve been searching for? The crucial piece in my heart’s puzzle?” When moments of silence ensue, he prompts, “Hello? Are you still there? Let’s continue our discussion.”
The language employed is rife with metaphor: “You shine like a star, yet I hold your wings.” The transition to a more secure messaging platform, such as WhatsApp, is an intentional maneuver aimed at bypassing TikTok's monitoring mechanisms. He nonchalantly suggests exchanging contact information, self-identifying with playful anonymity as “lover, lover.”
The nature of the communication implies a predatory mindset: “Lingerie or satin? To me, it makes no difference.” The scam artist masquerades as a fabricated identity—a “Nigerian king”—exemplifying the archetype of a rogue operator in the online ecosystem. The shared traits among these scammers highlight a systematic approach, appealing to the fleeting desires of unsuspecting individuals seeking connection.
Currently, he manages multiple admirers simultaneously, each vying for attention in this digital charade. The fluctuations of interaction underscore a transactional view of affection, framed as an authoritarian relationship—“Oh, what a night! Oh, what a dictator.”
**Advisory Note:** Elderly Generation X users must exercise heightened vigilance against online impostors. With economic instability as a backdrop, they remain prime targets for unscrupulous actors operating in the digital realm.
My leftbrain deductive reason
now sadly sees 16/20,
since 2016 a patriarchal white privileged hierarchy
of orthodox RightWing religious social history,
Where I am either egomaniacally at the self-righteous top
of my competitive win/lose hierarchical game,
or I am a victim,
bottom-feeder
bleeder prey,
mortally morally wounded,
living in the treacherous and hated boundary
between today's fading hellish life
and inevitable loss of leftbrain dominant reason
for autonomously existing
merely to survive
for yet another depressing
rainy Monday of meaningless
sold-out
grey capital-monopolistic
Business as either/or
win/lose degeneratively natural
normative
spiritless
deprived
depraved predation
extraction....
Meanwhile
My more both/and co-empathic rightbrain
inducting fluid 20/20 emotions
feels ecofeminist
[not ego-militant]
green, yet full-spectrum,
multicultural warm Earth-lattice of interdependent circles,
Reverse revolving matriarchal
anti-hierarchical encultured
imprinted
co-passioned empowering
non-violently embedded
resonantly wombed
intersectionally organic
transubstantiating left intelligence disempowering
into right wisdom, up inside down,
creolizing
win/win positive healthy communication
of interactive win/win hope,
resiliently enduring faith,
robustly wealthy webs,
not so much either/or walls,
of polypathic
polyphonic
polynomially ZeroZone balancing
binomial
bilateral
bicameral compassion,
Belonging,
safety,
enduring warm significance,
accompaniment,
curious cooperative inquiry
and co-investing trust
Despite leftbrain's hierarchical non-elite
non straight
non white
non male bottom-bleeder victimization,
RightBrain's most robust
resonant
and resilient EarthTribe
remembering 20/20 fire circle multicultural singers
and polycultural liturgical dancers,
lyrical speakers
who non-violently listen
with well-balanced co-passioning breath
Bicameral heart-beaters
compassion power,
energy,
healthy democracy of left with right
GoldenRule balancing climates
through positive health co-investment.
Dancing moves you with all its tosses and turns
Take to the floor and let an experienced teacher show you what you have to learn
A chance to find your true love, as women love to dance
A journey of unlimited motion with that special person may lead to endless romance
Music from the speakers sends vibrations cascading across the floor
If your eyes seem to meet something special might be in store
Let your heart guide you, your true love might be right next to you
If sparks fly step up your game, you know what to do
A relationship has to start somewhere why not on the dance floor
Compliment the lady on her moves you might just improve your chances a little more
If on this night you should happen to find the woman of your dreams
An investment in learning to dance has paid dividends or so it would seem
May 4 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 10-11
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 10:13 So Saul died for his transgression which he committed against the LORD, even against the word of the LORD, which he kept not, and also for asking counsel of one that had a familiar spirit, to enquire of it.
HEART THAT REPENTS IN TRANSGRESSING AGAINST THE LORD
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While clinging to His might
Upon His power of majestic delight…
Against intoxicating filthiness, obnoxious in His sight
From weakening sinfulness toward His righteous light.
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While listening to His gracious voice
Upon His calling that vanquishes humanistic noise
Against alluring vanities of arrogant, yet shaky poise
From tempting worldliness toward His holiness’ choice.
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While cleaving to His strengthening
Upon His omnipotence of heavenly investment-shining
Against crashing laziness along slothfulness’ pining
From debilitating idleness toward His diligent service-refining.
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While lingering in His favour
Upon His compassion of kindness of generous sharing endeavour
Against poisoning hatred full of bitterness’ savour
From condemning failure toward His loving care’s fervour.
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While crying for His deliverance
Upon His security-help of truth-endurance
Against troubling adversities and vexing doubt-provoked ignorance
From deceiving adversaries toward His triumphant assurance.
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While longing for His forgiveness
Upon His mercy of patience and gentle graciousness
Against provoking transgressions caused by iniquities’ perverseness
From discouraging guiltiness toward His complete pardon’s goodness.
Our heart repents in transgressing against the Lord…
While learning from His Word for faithful stewardship
Upon His truth of service and ministry partnership
Against criticizing comments that undermine our discipleship
From negating oppositions toward His compassionate fellowship.
May 4, 2026