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I find myself in this moment, reflecting on many instances -
ones that brought great joy or pain, some that brought change
or love or death, extraordinary moments of memorable things,
and a million moments in-between of varied levels of import ...
The thing that ties them all together, the common thread that weaves
the tapestry of life - that ties this blessing of breaths and heartbeats
into a bow - is that each moment, each precious period of time's
steady passing, is given to us to make of as we see fit ...
To take into our spirit's hands with care and intent, as a raw, soft clay
for our molding ... to think deliberately on its design and purpose,
allowing for space, order, simplicity, and contemplation, and focus not
on the destination, but accept as a rare and precious gift.
We ALL have the power within us to shape that clay to our choosing ...
to form blessing or a bane, to create something to recall and cherish,
or something to cast onto the breath of indifference and apathy ...
to receive with joy and reward, or let drive us into defeat.
No one moment is any more or less extraordinary than another,
except in regard to how we shape it, or how we let it shape US ...
for learning to appreciate ALL the moments in this journey,
is learning to be truly happy ... truly ... at peace.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the ZEN Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 9th Place ~ in the "In The Moment Of Time" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
#No_matter_how_hard_I_try;
No matter how hard I try, beyond levels of my abilities where I stretch to reach. No matter how strong I force to be, even when the capacity of my strength have emptied. When bearing no more, being the only way out but the mattering pulse in me, still starring in the hopeless dark for a miracle
Obstacles, so huge beyond my tiny body capacity, paramounting impossibilities, beyond my age and height digestion. When my whole body just wanna shutdown, when there's just nothing in my human tactic and ability sack, when there's just nothing to put in place, this world leaking just everywhere, when my only two hands and legs are just not enough anymore, for the load has no bearings and all the errands are just way too important and urgent
When I'm all drained and dried up from all possible ways, when everything is just way too heavy, too strong, too beyond. When there's just nothing, no one, nowhere, and impossible. When every strength and bone in me have fractured beyond repair and ressurection. Where there's just never enough, beyond blockages and reaching, beyond the climax, ultimatums n ends
but the mattering in me still limping, an unclear and not audible sound signal picking up my soul up, right when all has just bowed and wrapped up to, when commas and sharlom and Amen's are all said and taken but the mattering in me knocks and my kicks out of the coffin, walks out of the fullstops and start putting commas and change red lights into green ones, and beyond becoming nowhere
#Poetic_Ink
I had to travel through eight worlds to save Princess Peach.
But she's about as warm and caring as a blood sucking leech.
After killing seven fake Bowsers, I finally destroyed the real one.
I did it to save Peach but it was something I shouldn't have done.
She turned out to be a snob, she called me dumb and Luigi dumber.
She said that we're worthless in her eyes because we're just plumbers.
I had to fight turtles and Goombas, and I told her that I deserved to be thanked.
She said that I'm dust beneath her feet and I decided that she should be spanked.
I put her over my knee and I spanked that soft ass.
She cried and cried which proves that she has no class.
I was only given a few lives and I had to travel through thirty-two levels to be able to win.
I would've dumped Peach in the lava instead of Bowser if I had things to do over again.
~ keep your mind awake ~ and in constant wonder ~
quote by poet
On diamond evenings
between the white wings of the moon
and billions of galaxies and stars
Hold on to your dreams without a filter
a journey into another dimension
with a vessel that sails on the moonbeams
against different numerical values and levels
The enigmatic and unexplained
the borderland - between an outer and an inner reality
The trip is magnificent and beautiful
As elevation in the human endeavour
of the weight attached to the shoulder buttons
An experiential in a special class
The adventure ends in an exciting way -
Arm wrestle with the Nemean Lion
which is the last star image in the east
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16.04.2023
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- 'U' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
#I_should_have_said_all
when I decided to walk out of your life, not that I had any option but situation beyond levels of my reach and explanation, I so wished to made sense of my leaving, at least say enough to fill all the questions that put holes to your heart and soul, at least left you with something to hold on to, just to fill my absence, to your life
I should have said all, at least admitted to the tearing wound inside me, the love, which we conceived the day we met, possibilities and hopes our first kiss assured me and thoughts and dreams that filled my mind whenever I thought of you, a future I told you about, though it sounded wishful and of fantasy
the truth was that, you mattered more than you could ever imagined, yet circumstances took decisions, out of our control and that remains unquestioned, though painful, I could never learned to survive without the cord my heart sourced its life from, which was you, never imagined nor dreamed of your absence to this world without you by my side
I lost a life tht lived inside me,the day I called quits, a life which gave my soul a stand, my hopes and dreams that came to life because that life in me, I too ceased to live, though none realized that, I died joy you love, a smile that connected to my heart and soul, which your presence in me carried, this world felt cold and empty, dangerous and scary, all you changed with your presence, I wish to have said all
# Poetic_Ink
i took them in
amongst a pile of other glittering monstrosities
the low-pitched liquid consonants
behind the counter thanked me
and i ran for the doors
really went for it
a year went by and they were there
next to Auden and Pam Ayres
Berryman & Betjeman just down the road
what madness i thought on the way home
and two months later i was in bed, in the dark
listening to the large repertory of Carmen
its immortality is assured by the deft harmonies
and perfectly judged orchestration
like my collections in the charity shop
covered in dust
and high levels of vehicular dredge microwaves
waiting for the apocalypse
The abstract is creative confusion,
Both infinite and void with its form.
Compartmentalized by any illusion,
Then broken down before any storm.
These pieces seem to only grow smaller,
As if invisible to a passing naked eye.
Yet they exist to a realm without limits,
Only imagined when we look to the sky.
This journey seeks to define a mountain,
By its integral simplicity, to a grain of sand.
Where time adds to the calculation,
Through erosion and complexities master plan.
Mankinds quest has always followed,
The need to know our placement, among all the rest.
Leading some to accept godly answers,
Though others look to empirically test.
While there's universal appeal that's growing,
A faithful vision resides to keep pace.
As the search for those quantum levels,
May provide understanding and ultimately, grace.
Life has changed so much for everyone
Many ways, different levels too
Fighting battles, waiting to be won
Holding on, trying not to feel so blue
Unexpected restrictions around
Many ways, different levels too
Looking for ground we once walked and found
But, none of us are in this alone
Unexpected restrictions around
We still walk the path the sun has shown
It is all out there for us to see
But none of us are in this alone
So let us allow our words to be
Let us comfort anyone who hears
It is all out there for us to see
Let’s rebuild dreams from fragmented fears
Life has changed so much for everyone
Let us comfort anyone who hears
Fighting battles, waiting to be won
Heidi Sands
5/10/21
2025.05.11
A.I. helps or replaced human.
I enjoyed window browsing
Shopping but not reading catalogues.
Physical travelling instead of videos watching,
The David Attenborough.
Which would not give you the satisfaction,
From all your body senses.
I always dream off being able to
Swim in the oceans, emerged my body totally.
Climbing up all the steps
Of the light houses and high towers,
Walk on the water breakers,
To witness how the ocean water
Smash onto the man made features.
Watch the waves splashed the piers
And stamp my bare feet
Along the sandy beach.
AI could not help me
To do all those life' s activities,
With its help, I might be travel better and further.
I might be able to enjoy musics and songs
From another levels, but I still wished
To do things on my own.
God is able to do what you cannot
The dream is possible
God answers clearly, miraculously, and powerfully!
Suddenly, inexplicably, amazingly
God is able to do beyond all measure
God is able because we are His Workmanship
Tides change
But we can rearrange our paths and
We can bath ourselves with forgiveness
We can reach our dreams
We can go beyond the brokenness
The dream is possible because God is Able
We should not let people run your dreams
The realm of possibility exists for us
We need to persist
Because our dream will comprise different levels of trials!
We should allow our problems to push us to the reality of the truth
Where we look deep inside ourselves and
Raise our heads to the beauty of fulfillment
The dream is possible because God is Able
The dream is the vision that we saw in the future which
We are pulling toward the present!
The dream is possible because God is able through Jesus Christ!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023