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With light might they sparkle
Karst Experiments which labors and
Chores
Might there mindfulness to produce
For who adores
Folk of value to stem and stern
Together in the name of science which
Lessons learned.
They wanted to create
A stone
A beautiful stone
One to make
Competiters envy.
Envy them into a submissive
Shame.
Might there works then be
Centered around the needs
of people.
Crush the Ego's of egotistical
Men
To stimulate a means of ways to
approach.
Using dissolved carbon they
Wished to create a colorful stone.
They thought using an abundance of
Layered colors from natural materials
The could create something.
The used a still like the one's moonshiners
Used. They disstillated colorful flowers, berries,
Mixed with dissolved clear quarts and carbon.
A super gelitan would allow the colored layers
To form the structure, should the
Blackberries come out black, should the pine berries
Come out white, the blueberries blue, the tulips red
Or purple, or pink, or yellow. The green stems and peels
Needed to be green, all shades of green.
They would layer these thick layers of gelatinous stones
So they could fuse and dehydrate into a solid stoned material then cut and polished to create gems for an inspired world. If this success was made the next experiments would be gold, platinum or silver.
This they prayed and prayed and prayed!
All newborns move from womb to crib;
and toddlers leave the floor to play in yards.
Most youngsters go from home to school,
learning a new milieu some with ease.
Our kids both young and old contend with space.
While teens assemble, needing gangs and groups,
our college students age as they leave home.
The forest’s edge expands with chills and thrills.
Advancing purlieu dawns on us
the outskirts of our lives change over time.
The empty nest can normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
With marriage, having children need not stunt
our passage if we've learned our lessons well.
We welcome flux and look forward to tomorrow.
Grandkids will start the cycle anew.
Agendas set; when of necessity
we must retreat, forest calls us back,
we think goodbye, adieu slowed our bearings down.
In lieu of serving others, we now dread
being waited-on by younger souls
who'll take their mental notes. An empty nest
just helps pull the curtains on our clock and stage.
Inhale me like DMT
And follow me into my dreams.
I'll show you things you've never seen
Because I exist in the 5D.
I'll make you trip on reality
And help change your mentality.
You will find me where you clear your head
Beyond aimlessly followed riverbend.
In the waters I sing my songs,
Waiting for the right sailor to come along;
To fall in love with my melodies.
Because I am a siren of serenity,
So won't you come take a dive with me?
Do not worry about how you would breathe,
You're only swimming in the oceans of my eyes
Where it rains because I cry.
I only ask that you hold me in your arms tenderly
And if I am to fall asleep you promise not to leave.
I want someone whom I can rely on,
Someone who offers their shoulder for me to cry on.
Because I am strong but I'm not always my strongest.
Though I will always push on and try to remain honest.
I don't need you to change me
Just take your time to bathe me
With every form of intimacy,
Woven with masterful intricacy.
I will not allow a relationship that does not serve me.
I need someone who will ground me, earth me. Serve me.
Be my anchor and we can get lost in my daydreams
Any time reality needs a bit of escaping.
And tell me, do my demons evade you
Like an illusion because they're not meant for you?
Or are you someone who reads in-between lines?
Because that would make it a whole lot harder to hide.
If I told you the answers you seek lie within me?
Would you believe me and lie with me?
I learn valuable lessons in my sleep:
We are all 'the Fool' who needs to leap!
I know my faith will guide me,
That my angels are beside me.
And so I beckon you "come rest,"
Come relax the breath that weighs heavily in your chest.
I saw you, you saw me, like a spark in the dark,
A little laugh, a little game, a bright and playful mark.
Then the truth slipped through with every blink of an eye,
A dance of stolen glances, couldn’t let it pass us by.
You brushed your heel against my boot,
Felt the electricity in the air, oh, what a hoot.
By breakfast’s golden light, my heart was on its way,
In just a blink, I knew I loved you, oh what a crazy sway.
It was easier than counting one, two, three,
By morning’s glory, love was all I could see.
With the moon turning honey, sweet whispers in Tijuana nights,
It was forbidden love, but we soared to new heights.
We did what we wanted, let the world fade away,
In this dance of our hearts, we found our perfect play.
Weeks went passing, our adventure felt so right,
But calendars turn pages, now we’ve drifted from that light.
From loving so deep, to feeling worlds apart,
Two strangers on this path, lost in a brand new start.
I wonder who holds your hand now,
And where we are walking, don’t know when or how.
But those memories linger, like whispers in the wind,
The moments that we cherished, the love we’ve always pinned.
It was easier than counting one, two, three,
By morning’s glory, love was all I could see.
With the moon turning honey, sweet whispers in Tijuana nights,
It was forbidden love, but we soared to new heights.
We did what we wanted, let the world fade away,
In this dance of our hearts, we found our perfect play.
Passing time, we analyze the lessons learned so well,
Like fairy tales re-written, with secrets we can’t tell.
A wolf in charming clothes, but there's truth in every guise,
From loving so much, now distance hides the ties.
It was easier than counting one, two, three,
By morning’s glory, love was all I could see.
With the moon turning honey, sweet whispers in Tijuana nights,
It was forbidden love, but we soared to new heights.
We did what we wanted, let the world fade away,
In this dance of our hearts, we found our perfect play.
So when time circles back, and our paths entwine anew,
We’ll laugh about that first date, like the spark it always drew.
Two strangers finding their way, no matter where we roam,
In the echo of those memories, together, we are home.
hand on heart do you believe in the truth?
honesty, love and in God absolute?
do you speak for freedom and for fairness?
to respect a human and forgiveness?
did you weep when you heard of victim jews?
the holocaust, murder, gas chamber queues?
did you wince in pain at lynching of blacks?
of slavery, suffering, whips on backs?
do you seek fair justice when you are wronged?
if someone took something to you belonged?
Would you be silent if your child is killed?
your daughter molested and her blood spilled?
believe you deserve to be treated fair?
this world with all we should equally share?
then be brave stand up and say loud what’s true!
equality, justice, not for a few!
have you shut hearts and minds to Palestine?
let them be tormented all will still be fine?
terrorists not those who ask for freedom,
terrorists those who besieged their kingdom!
the world watched quietly when jews were burnt,
the world still watches! no lessons are learnt!
hand on heart, do you believe in the truth?
honesty, love and in God absolute?
take this moment to show we are not fraud!
speak up for suffering children of God!
If you learn best in the storm the lessons will always be there when it calms,
storms leave rainbows with wreckage in the foreground.
Scattered houses, uprooted trees, and capsized cars.
Striving to be the rainbow is always the goal
otherwise it’s your scattered memories, uprooted ambitions, and capsized purpose
at the heart of your ruin while the symphony of colors glimmer past you.
Sometimes the rainbow never shows itself and that's when the community becomes the rainbow, interlocking arms to resist the gale winds as if to say to the storm
“Our fortitude is stronger than your winds can blow.
We'll push the cars upright, plant trees to eat from, and rebuild houses you tore apart." You may not glow like the rainbow or be as strong as the storm but as people like you emerge. Those memories slowly repair, new ambitions come to pass, and your purpose stands tall enough to reach the storm.
You aren't the rainbow or the storm but something more now, the by product of both
The lessons you learned are ingrained and now you're that bright yellow gold at the end of the rainbow ready to share your wealth of knowledge with whoever finds you.
Once a free and energetic teenager from a good home with every reason to succeed, she was later offered promises of greater thrills but only given a long ride of deception and lies. Many years ago, Florence was a woman I once knew who lost her freedom.
I was a college student of 19 and worked parttime with a Drug Rehab Program. She was 52 when I met her but had lost the best years of her life before then. There were years of incarceration but that is not the primary freedom robber. She lost her freedom with that first experience with illegal drugs which led her to hard drugs and onto a never-ending path of destruction and captivity.
When I met her in 1969, heroin had taken everything from her except a broken down body willing and ready for anything looking like a remedy from the kingdom of heroin. She came into the program and kicked her addiction 'cold turkey' and soon after the withdrawals, she was sent hundreds of miles away to a more extended recovery program. The next months and years witnessed a great transformation of a woman once born free and full of smiles and laughter but later stripped and torn of peace and happiness.
She later became a mother and healing tonic to many young ladies bound as she had been for most of her life. Florence became the first of many with whom I was privileged to meet and give aid to their recovery. She was my first hands-on introduction to the hard-core street life of drug-infested America.
In the late '60s, with one eye I was witnessing the quest for civil and political freedoms, and with my other eye, I was deep in the trenches with people hungering and longing in a quest to be free from drug addiction. I learned my lessons well from the streets of Chicago.
03262019PoSoupContest, Freedom To Nothing To Something, Delilah Ventura
I believe nature is our teacher
that there are lessons in her trees...
in her flowers...
in her animals...
in her oceans...
in her seas...
She teaches us how life is beautiful...
how it’s wonderful to be alive.
She teaches us we need each other
in order to survive.
She teaches us how we’re all kindred spirits
every you…
and every I
How we’re meant to live harmoniously
with each other
with her winds...
her stars...
her sky…
But some of us have not been listening…
Some of us simply disobey…
Some of us seem to have forgotten…
Some of us have gone astray
Nature, however, is hopefully optimistic…
She knows if we will only heed her call
and practice the lessons she is teaching
she’ll make kindred spirits of us all.
C-ontrasting ends enlighten
Y-our heart and your mind;
N-ever practice falsehood,
T-he deceivers are left behind.
H-oly people continue to live
I-n holiness free of strife;
A-iming to have the right to the precious tree of life.
C-ontrasting ends teach lessons,
O-n the tenth of September;
N-o sinner or unrighteous
S-hall be taken by the Redeemer.
I-n the contrasting ends,
G-od's kingdom denies the evil;
N-ames of the chosen ones
A-re written through God's will.
D-o desire a good result, before the beacon descends;
O-ne is blessed, another is cursed, in the contrasting ends.
Children of faith,
That look up to the heavens,
For help, for comfort,
For a change, for a beginning;
They are like nails hammered into rocks,
They have broken hearts,
They've got nothing,
Completely no one else to turn to,
They walk in the shadow of death.
Children of faith,
They know that they have numbered days,
And are aware of their crashing clay;
They see their fading light rays,
But they have their hopes high,
Like a camel in the Sahara,
That waits for years ,
For a shower of rain from above-
Their tongues prophecy new beginnings,
Their lips sing in thanksgiving,
But their hearts weep in sorrow,
For the afflictions and torments.
Children of faith,
Live each day like their last,
And give each shining sun their best.
Their thoughts are totally lost,
And upon this,they don't boast.
In fact, they're so detached-
From their poor lives.
They thank the setting sun,
For bringing a thin film of darkness,
And for silencing the day's noises;
So that they will shut their doors and windows,
To cry in silence,
And lick their tears;
And face their fierce fears-
While no one else witnesses their agony.
Children of faith,
That look up to the skies,
For midday dusk-
When the days seem longer,
Or appear like they're failing.
That call on,
For midnight dawn,
When nights appear faulty;
With the greatest of scary dreams,
And the highest ranking of their pain,
Or with life-threatening haemorrhages,
With wounds cut and drilled deeper.
Their lives have taken firm grip,
On to the strongest ropes,
Whose ends are knotted to weak poles.
Most of them lose it with time,
Like you and I at some point;
Only few keep the fire burning,
As they wait for their deliverance.
Children of faith,
I don't understand what it is that they are made of,
But only they know what their origins are.
We want to walk like them,
And borrow lessons from their trials,
As we try to put on their coats,
Just to feel the coldness or warmth or both;
That they get from their shield of faith.
She wants to follow their example,
And keep hearing their tales.
He wants to live a life like theirs;
And keep reciting their prayers.
We plead with them,
To Teach us ;
How to build faith like theirs.
When the storms are rough,
When the floods are yet to wash away our feet-
When misfortune befalls us,
Or when we feel we've lost it all.