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I know of a young soul who lived
By the lies and labels society and others
Projected and reflected on the screen of
His or her mind. Who was always lost in
The thoughts and ideologies of others.
Fear became the only companion a
companion who existed only by the
false identity of comfort and safety.
He/she was made to believe that it
Was not always ok for them to be
How, who and what they are. So they
Are often stuck in an ongoing loop
Of the quest I on’s (questions) of who am I? What am I?
Why am I here or there?
I know of a young soul whose mind is
Constantly on the attack. The pains of yesterdays
Had them looking back never looking
Forward to anything worthwhile only
On the front lines of consciousness if only
You knew the things that are holding you captive
Vision is only as clear as the looking glass.
So I guess life is just a series of learning experiences
But I’m late for class.
I know of a young soul who was taught to believe that wealth and abundance
does not grow on trees so the only image of green is what blows in the spring and Summer breeze and the toxic waste symbols that only cause Dis. Ease. The shadows of doubt the plague of overwhelm towards any form of happiness category5 winds of fake and phony friends claiming to have your back in comparison to family ties that wear thin. What to do then when a young soul is made to feel as if the existence
Is nothing more than a sin.
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The fluorescent hum doesn’t bother her.
Neither does the line winding past aisle three,
the man who taps his foot like a metronome, nor
the mother bouncing a fussy child.
Her hands move gracefully~
meticulously counting pills into amber vials,
smoothing wrinkled labels,
turning each bottle just so
so the instructions face outward.
She knows Mrs. Putzer forgets her reading glasses.
She remembers Mr. Kim’s allergy to penicillin
even though he hasn’t mentioned it in years.
When the young man with trembling hands
asks, again, about his dosage,
she doesn’t glance at the clock.
She unfolds the leaflet slowly,
points to the bolded text,
says take your time
like she’s handing him a cup of water
after a long walk.
Some days, the world is a rumpled prescription,
filled with smudged ink,
but Mary is the angel in blue scrubs
behind the prescription counter
*You may this poem’s companion story here on Poetry Soup as follows:
poetrysoup.com/short_stories/an_angel_in_blue_scrubs_13589
“Ceasing thinking, begin feeling ~
Rapture of bliss beats appealing”
- quote by poet
Let us today discuss divine energy
Innate, immediate and intimate
Needless confusion abounds
So let us get facts straight
Made in image of God
Our true essence is living light
Thus, we merely ensoul this body
To grow in love and garner clear sight
Reworded, this decaying form is but dust
Body is made alive by breath of God
We are as He but yet know not
Direct knowing has us awed
Breath of God is Holy Spirit
It is also called Kundalini and Chi
Labels matter not, It is Divine Mother
When ego dies, who we are we then see
With the above preamble we may begin
To comprehend what this energy is
In short, it represents our Self
Love and light and bliss
We are here, so God too is
He dwells in the cave of our heart
If heart be pure and we seek God alone
We will vividly feel within, bliss ignition start
We have in us, male and female polarities
Energy in potential and energy kinetic
Potential is vast space all around
Kinetic is movement ecstatic
Divine energy is kinetic
It is everything that moves
Within body too, kundalini pulsates
Moving though enigmatic energy grooves
We have within us several energy vortexes
Each node corresponds to a vibration
Liken it to the colours of a rainbow
Refraction causing creation
Divine Mother is at root of spine
Our Father is said to be at the crown
Mother ascends, entwining at the fontanel
Both descend to heart, meld and in bliss drown
This depiction is real and certainly not symbolic
Simply stated, it represents death of ego
Desires renounced, we live internally
imbibing bliss in stillness slow
Bliss fixates our attention
In time, our eye becomes single
Compassion grows, we see all as one
As by day and night amplifies the bliss tingle
Back to the start, when we see clearly who we are
Which is, as we said before, eternal living light
We continue earth life but are now awake
With both clear sight and bliss delight
There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries
had actual mail in them
There were real
hand-written letters
from parents,
cousins, children, friends,
maybe a lover,
perhaps birthday cards
get-well wishes
or postcards from far off.
Now we have e-mail
instant gratification –
no waiting for days
Jot off a note with
a click and it’s there
No more long pages of
small talk about family,
friends, the neighborhood,
or a new recipe,
things that make
letters enjoyable.
Now mailboxes overflow
with advertisements
unwanted catalogues
political cards full of
slander of opponents
and dubious information
Most of all, requests
for money, accompanied by
unwanted and unneeded
tote bags, return labels,
t-shirts and greeting cards -
all paid for with money
supposedly sent
to provide help
for some needy cause
Trees sacrificed for what?
junk mail, trashed as soon
as it’s out of the mailbox!
What of all the history
gleaned from letters
over the years?
Most e-mails are deleted.
Whatever could be learned
from them is gone.
The written letter seems
to have become a lost art.
My presence in your garden is precious
as timeless treasure that radiates glowing colors
of brown, orange, pink, red, violet, white, and yellow
symbolizing everlasting love, vibrant hope, and remembrance
since I can last for a long time --- to showcase my decorative usefulness~~~
I am called Everlasting Flower with botanical name, Helichrysum bracteatum.
Growing midst full sun in well-drained soils
I am relatively pest free, yet a friend to butterflies…
My resilience is due to natural resin content I possess
acting as preservative for me to retain my God*-endowed structure
testifying triumphant existence blest along nature’s enduring artistry~~~
My common labels include Strawflower and Yellow Paper Daisy Flower.
*1 Peter 1:24-25 For All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: But the word of the Lord endureth for ever. And this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.
March 11, 2024
4th place, "You're A Flower in my garden 8 to 12 lines" Personification Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 3/17/2024
Honorable Mention, "Admire a Summer Flower" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jay Narain; judged on 5/15/2024
My non-communication
and dissonant
dysfunctional miscommunication,
and occasionally aggressive
challenging win/lose dogmatic
refusal to bother with communication,
These all degeneratively punish
and unpleasantly neglect
open systemic civility
With marginalizing effects
further reinforcing
disempowered
and unenlightened
trauma-avoiding behaviors
Toxic for those most wounded
and disabled
by LeftBrain dominant
monotheistic divine omnipotence
v hedonistic human non-verbal
non-violent impotence
A non-communion corporate spirit
of LeftBrain individual is supreme
divisive worldview
harboring "gifted" classrooms
and partisan parties
and elitist societies
for StraightWhite
anthro-hierarchical evolutionary power
to suppress RightBrain
healthy multicultural Trust
wealthy with indigenous
natural/spiritual Beauty.
Resonant resilient communication
strings of thriving v merely surviving
history may invite a long operatic organic epic
but does not necessarily suppress communion
of non-verbal healthy-wealth intuitions,
does not repress
felt polysensory-neural healthcare
community
Passionate gratitude
positive attitude
inspired by sacred place
of generous natural Trust
meets secular incorporated time
to co-invest in ubiquitous spiritual Beauty
Communicating mindful thanks
humble joy
reminds me
my "disability" labels
lie uncomfortably close
to dis-enabling resonant integrity's
deepest sacred potential,
resilient love communication
in multicultural experiences
of abundant
serene win/win
resonant communion
Wide passions
of co-empathic gratitude
for each day of Truth thought
is also Beauty felt
growing in multi-sensory resonance
neuro-systemic health-is-rich-wealth
polyculturing resilient communications
Prevailing over non-communication
and dissonant
disempowering miscommunication,
and occasionally aggressive
challenging oppositionally defiant
unenlightened refusal to bother
communicating sacred
space expanding
compassionate co-passions.
You got a cute face for a
Big girl
You got a beautiful personality
More than a big girl
Please explain big girl
Just a label that separate society
Big girl
Big girl got to much confidence
Big girl can't wear that
Big girl just got a little more curves that
God favored her with
Big girl need to lose a little
Weight
Big girl more healthy
Than Ebony that stand at 5'7
Big girl take care of her man
Big girl just have a heart that love like a being
Big girl shouldn't smile
Big girl is human or an issue
Big girl has a name
Big girl has a little more to show to the world
Big girl came to world with a journey to
Adventure like everyone else
More than a big girl
No labels
Integrity of Love
summarizes late summer harvests,
Sacred PositivEnergy vocations
more ego inside during colder hibernated nights
committing to outdoor GreenPeace
through eco-restorative justice
helping EarthTribe learn
when and what
outdoor polyphonic
and indoor polypathic wherever leading
and whatever integrity
Matriarchal trusting We
and Privileged RightWing
WesternWhiteMale Lives Matter Most
preferred
All secular-capitalist through orthodox sacred WinWin
longterm possibilities
live in full polypathic EarthTribe classrooms
for cooperative spring learning
while planting restorative seeds
and synergetic autumn harvests
of natural-spiritual integrity,
culminating as originally intended
WiseElder Winter seed and creation story selection
following revolutions
and leading Northern-SouthernRebellious WinWin Lights
Rooted in lust for
WonderEgo with AwesomeEco's
lightYang with waterYin co-performance
eco-liturgical health dance,
songs of deep ego richly felt creolizing colors,
red and green,
black and transparent ultra-violet...
Gently placing color labels
dualdark
on loser through winning PositivEnergy revolutionary feelings,
yin-squared speed of flowing light,
does not help me feel WinWin Here/Now transparently better
but can help me share these natural-spiritual nondual feelings
with others in secular sterile classrooms
and outdoor green and blue sacred spaces
filled with those sharing LoseLose griefs and losses
and committed to design and cooperatively implementing
healthy resolutions
of resonant EgoYang
EcoYin-Squared wealth of newborn
sacredRight through secularLeft
light.
ZeroZone primal differences
between what forces LeftBrain language and cultural dominance
and what invites sacred RightBrain silence
Both/And resonant--
Comparisons between YangEgo and YinEco Habitat
RedStrength with GreenResilience
Secular with Sacred
Ego as extension
of EarthTribe's cooperative RightBrain
memories of seasonal light and dualdark
matriarchal Eden enwombment--
zerozones of winwin cooperative
ecopolitical
opportunity.
We await the daily mail delivery with eager anticipation.
Alas, today came another batch of worthless information!
Of course there were the usual bills that arrive without fail,
But where's the check that guy promised would be in the mail?
We've received more return mailing labels than we'll ever use.
How our names got on their mailing lists, I have no clues.
To top it all, a summons for jury duty was today received.
Now that really ruined my day and left me sorely aggrieved!
A startling piece of mail from a realtor wanting to sell the house.
Thinking I had something to do with that really upset my spouse!
A blatant ad from a vinyl siding contractor wanting to make a sell.
Interesting we should receive that since in a brick house we dwell!
Another envelope had alarming news from the local funeral home.
Do they know something we don't know about a trip to the Celestial Dome?
Our life insurance company sent their usual annual birthday greeting,
Breathing a sigh of relief that our hearts are both still beating!
Lord have mercy and deliver us from this onerous perdition!
Curtailing this stuff would certainly improve our disposition.
On the computer I can simply stop such stuff by clicking 'delete'.
Oh, for such a simple system to make junk mail less replete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
A few brave souls here and there
Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
The masses turned aside, held their nose
Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement
Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
~ Not a single one can you afford to miss