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Premium Member The Beauty of Nothingness

Although I am doing my best to wrap my brains around all of this, there's just no way to dismiss some meaningful things I dearly miss. Quarantining for the purpose of containment of a deadly virus is something we have to live with for the survival of all of us.                                                                           

This morning about a half-past six, I became fixated on a venue that had to be curtailed because of the CoronavirusCOVID 19.  The venue was very meaningful to the group, and as I thought upon the beauty of the Tuesday mornings we shared, I began to write. It's easy to think about what was, when it's hard to do something new. For nearly two years I have met with a few other men for breakfast. By the way, to all concerned, methinks this is a good time to make it clear that it isn't true that we only talk about cars, sports, and weather forecasts.

Anyway, initially, I thought that I could never appreciate and be an integral part of something that did not have prayer or Bible as the centerpiece of its focus. But as I meditated on the matter, I dared myself to do something different and began to like the entire idea. It was basically a 'Get-together about nothing'.  I recalled that one of my best TV shows was 'a show about nothing'.                                                                                                 

The beauty of nothingness can be seen in an atmosphere where there is no agenda. The platform is open, the plan is tossed, and the props are removed and demolished. The purpose is certain and always Christian based, but the process is a mystery. It's an 'outside the box' experience where things could go over the top, but there is no yearning to get to the bottom of things.  It's a time of 'just let it happen, or not'. It's a potluck of fellowship and familiarity where nothing of certainty is brought to the table, but where a heart full of substance is always taken from the table. It's a gathering where life is fluid and flows like a peaceful river. It's a river that's very aware that its greatest asset is its tributaries. The beauty of nothingness is not a preplanned analysis of skin-deep or beneath the surface modeling; but rather, it is an ocean of discovery.  On this early Tuesday morning, I'm quarantined and ok, but I'm missing something.

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Form: Narrative


Premium Member Becoming Historical

This week I have been in much thought about my wife and our marriage of 39 years*. I have noted and deeply considered the power and impact of 'history' in both the maintenance and long endurance in a marital relationship. The future is projected to be one of hope and vision, one of anticipation and eager planning. Although nothing beyond the 'now' is guaranteed in the 'tears' ahead, in sweet peace and harmony is where one would like to be in the 'years' ahead.

I heard a story of two gentlemen engaged in a conversation about their wives. One said, "When my wife gets upset with me, she always gets 'historical' ".  In an attempt to correct his friend, the other gentleman said, "I think that you meant to say that she gets hysterical". The reply was, "No, I mean 'Historical'. She's always bringing up the past".  With that in mind, I want to make it clear that I am talking about history and not hysterics.                                      

Part of the beauty of mariage is the planning and dreams that we make for ourselves and prayerfully seek their reality. We also seek to leave some kind of legacy for our children. Notwithstanding, there is that which is behind us that can thrust us forward. Experiences and memories, both pleasant and otherwise can be harnessed and utilized to rocket us into future joys and successes.  It is often the triumps and sometimes the failures in our past that inspire us to future success. What we draw from such experiences gives us confidence for future growth and developement.  Yes, we have today. Yes, we had yesterday.  Yes, we have this moment;  Yes, by grace and faith, we have tomorrow. But indeed, we can look each other in the eyes and say, "We HAVE yesterday; we HAVE a history".

One of the anticipated desires that my wife and I began to treasure as the years flowed by was to 'grow old together'.  Many are the obsticles that can hinder and prevent a marriage from achieving such a reality.  Nevertheless, it is a real joy and an awareness of God's magnanemous grace when we reach the senior years and begin our 'growing old' together.

31412cjPS                                                                                                                                                       *Presently, 2020, 48 years.
Form: Prose

Learn

Strong exercise of your brain take,
The stronger money you can make,
Weak exercise cause money to shake.

Proper physical exercise increase your health,
Proper mental exercise increqse your wealth,
Laziness decrease both health and wealth.

True learning fear usually dissapear,
Passion abd burning desire appear,
Low learning cause of fear.

What it feels working for money?
Multiply your last month by fifty,
You will get what you occupy.

Month of people have price,
Because of human emotion in twice,
Are fear and greeds can advice.

Emotion stands for energy in motion,
Be truthful about your emotion,
In favour use mind and emotion.

Observe and not react your emotion,
Because your emotion are your emotion,
You have to learn your emotion.

Avoid trap of desire and fear,
School uneducate handle money and fear,
I can't make it clear.

Ignorance intensified usually desire and fear,
Brial patch are greed and fear, 
Thats why rich have money fear.

Life is between ignorance and illumination,
It needs money searching of information,
You should contribute to be profession.

Solving problems by choosing your thoughtness,
They play part of your weakness,
You will have alot of neediness.

If you can comprehend the simplicity,
Your life will be financially easy,
Simple that why idea are busy.

Adults don't understand Asset and liability,
Thats cause them to be silly,
To be rich become very difficulty.

Month adults escaped idea of simplicity,
Because they have being educated differently,
They don't use Asset but liability.

Wealth ocuq on the word of literacy,
And not the financial literacy,
To be confused react in dictionary.

Train accountancy but in average person,
As well be written in mandarin, 
Words in definition but difficulty comprehension.

Money makes obvious tragic human flaw,
Spotlight on what they don't know,
Money only accentuates the cash-flow.

Run into couple all the time,
They change their names all time,
Their financial dilemma is the same.

The battle is waged whenever,
Laws are make in wherever,
 Battle will go on forever.

Uniforms usually get up everyday, 
Work and loose taxes pay,
Rich play games in that way.
Form: Rhyme

FORMULA

Strong exercise of your brain take,
The stronger money you can make,
Weak exercise cause money to shake.

Proper physical exercise increase your health,
Proper mental exercise increase your wealth,
Laziness decrease both health and wealth.

True learning fear usually disappear,
Passion and burning desire appear,
Low learning cause of fear.

What it feels working for money?
Multiply your last month by fifty,
You will get what they occupy.

Most of people have price,
Because of human emotion in twice,
Are fear and greed can advice.

Emotion stands for energy in motion,
Be truthful about your own emotion,
In favour use mind and emotion.

Observe and not react your emotion,
Because your emotion are your emotion,
You have to learn your emotion.

Avoid trap of desire and fear,
School uneducated handle money and fear,
I can't make it clear.

Ignorance intensified us desire and fear,
Brial patch is greed and fear,
That's why rich have more fear.

Life is between ignorance and illumination,
It needs more searching of information,
You should contribute to be profession.

Solving problems by choosing your thoughtness,
They play part of your weakness,
You will have a lot of needless.

If you can comprehend the simplicity,
Your life will be financially easy,
Simple that why idea are busy.

Adult don't understand asset and liability,
That cause them to be silly,
To be rich become very difficulty.

Most adults escape idea of simplicity,
Because they have been educated differently,
They do not use asset but liability 

We focus on the word of literacy,
And not on the financial literacy,
To be confused read in dictionary.

Train accountancy but in average person,
As well be written in mandarin,
Words in definition but difficult comprehension.

Money makes obvious tragic human flaw,
Spotlight on what we don't know,
Money only accentuates the cash flow.

Run into couple all time,
They change their name all the time,
Their financial dilemma are the same.

The battle is waged whenever,
Laws are made in wherever,
Battle will go on forever.

Uniform usually get up everyday,
Work and loose in taxes pay,
Rich play game in that way.
Form: Rhyme

Without a Shoe.

As we all  reflected back in time of our life and how it is today  we know in our  
hearts we can do anything we think we can if we try real hard and believe in our 
abilities we can push back the fears inside and know that all we  have to do is try. 
Get rid of those negative  thinking. And try the best we can. All we  need is a plan. 
we may have to try over and over again failure is ok because we can start now 
The progress may come slow. But in the long run we will complete what we had 
planned to do and we will know. You can’t afford to let negative feelings to get in 
your way. What kind of dream do you want to do. Has it been a long lost thought. 
Or has it been a long lost dream we need not to push that dream away in the 
back of my mind. Think real hard of what you wanted to do. Has it been haunting 
you. We are not too old too start. It maybe something deep in our heart. Don’t give 
up make your mind and try hard for I have been told. Like someone  who is 
working on making a mold. I love to write poems and they may need some work. 
For I now as I am speaking there is hope. What about that writer that wrote a 
book. Do you think it was as easy  as it looked. They made mistakes along the 
way. And tried again and not give up. We all have to crawl before we walk. We 
can’t always  have it our way. Or thoughts of having it all. Try hard but you must 
have the will. Don’t wait too long for your dreams to come true. Listen to that 
small voice inside but to listen you must be still. I know a man who is in my life 
today  had nowhere to turn he had a plan and knew what he wanted to do. He 
didn’t give up and he made up his mind that if he went back in time the boy who 
didn’t have a dime. He was the boy without a shoe. He is the man who I hold real 
dear. For his name is Dave and here is living right here. So make it clear make it 
true if you try real hard and have a plain for there  is  a man who was without a 
shoe and started a  life with his wife fresh and new. He sometimes wished he 
could of turn back the time for this man is a proud man now and can tell you what 
to do you don’t have to be that boy or girl without a shoe.
© Ann Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio


Wandering Ways

Wandering Ways
I walked many places and what I only saw was paths not chosen
These paths are what to take when there are many things in life
For most of the time I walk it just to walk it, to recognize things
The path that I have chosen sometimes reckless but caring
Wandering ways from what I usually do and I just walk my path
Quietly notice that silence is the key to just the peace that is
I gather my strength by self and only I can do it or no one else
The path might be full of thorns and thick shrubs that bites
The feeling of slashing, pulling, tugging, and most of all be held
The thicker it gets the harder the path, yet when I am through
I feel that I am relieved that that I took the path just because,
The aches and pains seldom occur, but most of all I have believed
I am one to hold out my hands through each path, this is me
I don’t know how I do it my hand just passes through and reaches
One by one I help the ones that need the direction that I went 
So full of heart I seldom think they should do it themselves
I grew to know that It was O.K., but only help when paths are thick
Thick of moments that are tempting, saddening, and hopelessness 
Wandering ways can be so much grief, and feeling of no relief
This is why one must go through it, and push down the brushes
And pull and tug on them to make it clear for others
I did not say I just walked through the brush to be held back
I did not say that I would stop because it was thick and it hurt
I did not say my mental stress was to a point of breaking
All I just said was I picked a path full of brushes
That pulled and tugged, bit me through and through
So that the experience would actually be my teaching tool
I did it just to do it, No! I did it so I can show
My resistant to all the harshness of life can bring
But all of that is a Wandering way of one vivid imagination
That pulls others back to reality that the path is not for them
But if they like they can take my hand and experience it 
Much more gentle and more elegant than the harshness
That I experienced, because I went through it and I believed 
My wandering ways is just the way I am and it is a relief
In the end

They Ask

1.	They Ask  (For 1984 riots)

Everyone asks;
how were you coupled with him?
Whose desertion
has dried up your eyes.
Finding solace in my gasps
You tell me-
How can I disclose
that the radiance of your blood,
before becoming my vermilion,
is gleaming in my eyes.
The perennial sea of my eyes is red-
with the ire
and with the woe
I can't lend the azure icy frost
to my venomous eyes.

I confess asking you 
“to curse me hard”
but the curse- bigger than the age of life,
When did I- the sinner- sought?
How should I be grateful to you
you only know.
Talking of Salvation
how callously you behaved-
left me, to rust for rest of my life
you have salvaged
with the appearance of your body.

Whom can I blame that you deserted me!
to my destiny….?
to rabid, unscrupulous predator dogs….?
Or to the swathe of the religion…?
Do you think???
Blaming the destiny
can relieve me
of the uneasy feeling of being
the spinster-widow.
See- you have not kept
any of my promises
I admit, you didn’t make any
But were obliged under yourcommitments
If the rabid dogs…
were not obliged for the promises
how your creed could forgive you!

You were the same…
whobeseeched your deity,
wished well for all
butstrayed from my wellbeing….
preventing me from a giggle
you took all my laughter…
Where was your lord
For whom you once said-
“Oh lord whom Thou bless…”
Before fighting the tilted battle
While dying
did you call on that Lord
or your Mother…
or in agony, pain and helplessness
just cried
referring the humanity
I won’t be able to know…

Look- your Mother
is in the endless wait
for you and your brothers
in the hope…
You were the youngest
Mother’s beloved, but naughty…
Admitted that you liked hide and seek
But were you right in hiding
for ages
with aging mother waiting forever…
for her you were Sarwan Kumar,
Now who will quench her thirst
And how can I make it clear,
that how am I related to her.

Look! before your rites are completed
I am again made up so much
I laugh openly now
With the shadows of the mourning phase
My mouth is full with sweet,
contrary to your bitter smog.
Still everyone asking;
how were you coupled with him?
Whose desertion
Has made the stars
and the moon redundant for you…?

Body Language

What is it about me that gives you the impression that I am just your average
sleazy, easy, breezy, from the hood who can't possibly get ahead in life unless 
you are by my side.???

Is there a note written across my forehead that reads:
"Warning,
do not respect 
always neglect and,
never expect any goodness from this creature unless
legs are open and ready for business?

Does my azz have a "grab me" sign stuck to it
or is that what you would allow a strange man to do
to your daughter 
to squeeze your mothers breast or are
the words "touch me" tattooed 
across my chest?

Do my eyes unconsciously tell you to come over and try to slowly 
slide down my panties 
with your,
ridiculous lies 
heard too many times
from too many guys
who've more than once tried
to get in between 
or better yet inside
my thighs.?

 Don't get me wrong, I'm being so sincere 
I  just wanna make it clear that
there is something that you hear
if my body tells you action like the movie genre
or do I look different in every scene like a world 
premiere.?

Is bich my name in another language or,
do you see hoe somewhere on my birth certificate?
Am I not worth more than a single letter?...Ay!
or did I somehow give birth to you? Ay Ma!
Do my features confuse you or would you really prefer
a man...."Man".

How can my body speak a language that I have yet to hear?
Well before you get the wrong idea, let me make this clear.

When my azz say "grab me", that really just a lie
If my eyes say "come here" they really mean goodbye
Don't guess my name just ask and I'll let you know
and whatever my forehead region reads is just a bad typo.

It should go something like.... Always respect, never neglect, and only expect 
greatness from this Queen no matter what her pulchritude screams. 
The media degrades her as society points its finger and laughes 
all the while she's searching for your support
the support 
of her father
brother,
her son,
lover.
Why? Because she is yours....
Your mother,
Your Daughter,
Your sister, and 
Your Lover.
So...why not?
Love her, 
Honor her, 
See her for who she really is and
not for what her body says.
Form: Ballad

The Peoples Servant

THE PEOPLES SERVANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


He was here today promised pie in the sky
But we’ll soon discover its  just another lie
They’ll say anything that to them is a plus
But once they are in they  make fools  of us
They need our vote to get elected
First order of business get re elected


They don’t need our money for the campaign
They get it from those who have something to gain
A freshman representative from any state
May have intentions that to him are great
But when the established seniors get his ear
They’ll guide and instruct and make it clear


That when he needs help or financial aid
He wont qualify til he joins the parade
The parade of voting for unworthy pork
These projects are like eating soup with a fork
The laws they pass affect you and me
But they’re exempt, their perks are free


I question why we continue give foreign aid
To tyrants and despots, makes me afraid
That some of those funds may surely bounce
From the tyrants hands to secret accounts
They pass out flyers at county fairs
After two terms they’ve become millionaires


If things get dull and their attention slips 
They plan exotic  fact finding trips
Those trips would  cost a fortune for you and me
The trips are on us and to them totally free
They come home and host a town meeting
Take a  look at who’s in the front row seating


Peoples servant(2)






But the best of all is a fund raising event
Where the affluent givers use money well spent
Backing a candidate is a system well tested
It yields great returns on the money invested
Once they’re established with one term or two
Hard to unseat them the special interest is glue


These are best described as serial politicians
The facts or a lie is part of their renditions
They support their lives at the public’s expense
Taking firm positions on both sides of the fence
They have little to fear, bullet proof by far
If they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar 


Their own will reject them from left and right
None of them want to be in  the public light
If he is found guilty after numerous trials
You will find his clone fully prepped in the aisles
Form: Rhyme

A Tv With Bad Reception

They were good friends
And talked about things 
She never imagined they could
He was into her and she knew
But she cared for another 
She thought she was clear
But she realized
She was not

That night she danced
Danced like she never had before
She was free 
Allowed fun

Then they were done dancing
Time for a real party
She tried again to make it clear
That night nothing would change
She still wanted only a friendship 
nothing more

A hot, sweaty and overly crowded room
Where they found themselves that night
A drink shoved into her hand
At her lips
Without thinking
That’s the only drink she remembers 

Like a TV with bad reception
She only remembers part of the show
But she understands enough

Fuzzy 
Pulling her best friend off a guy
Fuzzy 
Walking past the Rec Center
He was holding her as she walked
Fuzzy 
Until a room she doesn’t know
A body on top of her
Lips ferociously pressed against her
There is barely room to breathe
And no room to talk
Fuzzy
And she is being held up again
Somehow she’s back in her room
Her clothes are suddenly off
“Stop” she yells
But it’s only in her head
The next thing she remembers isn’t pleasant
He’s on top of her and angry he can’t finish
He gets off and finishes himself
She is relieved it is over
But he grabs her head and pushes it down
“Lick me clean,” he says with a smile
A smile she will never want to remember
A smile she will never forget

She wakes up the next morning
Maybe it was all a bad dream
But there is a taste in her mouth
And a throbbing between her legs
They tell her the truth 
There’s a body next to her stirring
It’s time for me to go home it says
She walks it downstairs
Still refusing to believe it’s real
But by the time she’s back to her room
There is a waterfall down her cheeks

The blame is on her
She knew better
Better than to take a drink from a stranger
Better than to trust a man
She knew better
It’s as much her fault as his

Forgiveness will never be deserved for her
It has already been given to him
He didn’t know better
He was never taught the things she was taught
It really was more her fault than his
© Ane Nicole  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

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