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I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining.
Rain does not usually kill people, I replied.
But lightning can, and thunder is scary.
Lightning has never hit me, I replied.
It will probably get me, he said. His teeth were shaking.
He had been raised by a worst-scenario activist.
Everything she says usually includes the worst possibility imaginable.
She is my Aunt Edna, and this is the way she talks.
I would go to the store, but the roof could cave in.
I would vacuum the rug, but I might stir up allergens.
There might be black mold under there, vacuuming could kill us.
Her husband had escaped years ago.
I always wish he had taken my cousin Wesley with him.
Wesley is afraid of tornadoes, trains, clowns, hearts and bicycles.
He could possibly die from getting a scratch from a nail or eating walnuts.
I do not know if he is allergic to walnuts, or if he does not like them.
Wesley and his weirdo mother, my aunt, go to church all the time.
Praying they will not die in their sleep or in the car or at a bus stop.
They don’t even go to bus stops!
I wish that they would learn something in church, but they do not listen.
They are way too busy worrying about dying.
Faith and fear, so linked, and yet, so not linked in their case.
I have tried to help.
Sadly, they are determined to retain their worst scenarios.
“Just a minute, can’t we finish this game,
We may set a record for gold coins claimed,”
Say them to your offer of trowel and seeds –
“Oh, no, I’m dead, another game, please!”
For planting a garden just can’t compete,
The effort provides no flashes nor beeps,
The dirt is dirty with little to show
A worm or bug is as good as it goes.
And beans and peas are a phone call away
Up comes a truck with fresh produce in trays.
Why should anyone go through the toil
To plant and grow their veggies from soil?
But immerse your hands into the dirt,
And smell the essence of earth and leaf mold;
For Gardening teaches something that’s True –
A lesson of life more precious than gold.
Dear mrs. Hollywood
This will be my only letter
I hope it's understood
Once done you'll know me better
It seems, my lack of self esteem
Helped mold your false impression
This quite possibly may sting
But consider it a blessing
I pampered your pride
Added stuffing to your rear
But the truth is, I lied
It's time to make that clear
You weren't the image of perfection
I let you believe to be
Never the reflection
I wanted looking back at me
Now that your turned around
I'm letting this burden fly
If you hear a praising sound
You'll be sure it isn't I
Tales of the glory, of being you
Began to burn my ears
I'm smarter than you think and I accrue
Things I've heard over the years
A mom with a business centered mind
You measure achievement by wealth
That poor little girl, always left behind
Alone on her grand carousel
You're starved for power, parched for fame
And you finally got a taste
Several people have learned your name
As you win your invisible race
I give you credit for climbing so high
The clouds now cover your feet
You reach your hand to my surprise
But it was your ego that needed to eat
You quickly retrieved your limb
Retracting it from my reach
Lucky for me, I know how to swim
And was never much of a leech
So this is how I'll say farewell
Nothing more, required
You chose the time to bail
My loyalty has expired
Chose a Title; Naïve Faith, Sponsor – Edward Ibeh – 8-27-25
Naïve synonyms: callow, guileless, innocent, pure, genuine, honest, simple, sincere
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Naïve Faith
Callow faith walks with wide eyes
In playgrounds littered with stark cunning
When adorned innocence
Seeks to soar where angels fly
Not blinded by fool’s gold
Nor looted by evil’s glittery tinsel
Or minds darkened by drugs of ebony
That plagiarizes honesty
With rationalized temptations
In ravished glamour.
Artless faith, clothed by incorruptible purity,
Shivers when simplicity senses
A wrinkle in infinity -
Guileless belief skirts gullible’s traps
Clothed in a gift of sight.
When beastly motives
Try to sideswipe honesty
With glitz and jewels of paste
Dangling shiny promises with dark underbellies
Naive faith, clothed in discernment,
Sees with candid clarity.
The rose still blooms despite attacks
By mold or mildewed rust
The sun still wakes the dawn
Even when eclipsed
Crowned by a faultless corona
As stars refuse to enter black holes
Faith embraces the innocent.
As Swedish lightning enters
Renders day from deepest night
And (soulful) wishers beg
Mortgaging their tearful fortunes
For an ounce of pure spiritual bullion
With happy veins glistening
Truth, honor, sufficient respect
Among the smelted ore
Ready for mold and use
Pass me down
The spirit roars
Throw me selflessly into the frenzy
That needs the slightest taste
Where spirit climbs
Wind lifting it above the caroling
Desperate chorus
They sing to place the blame
Affix the blame
Plainly on shoulders
Foreign yet known
Sturdy, meaty
Built by strength
Gained, endured
Through the repetition
Yet believe, they will
Chant its gross tales of hope
Until the sun can rise
On its own
Two feet.
(8/14/04)
Do not blame the bearer of the bad news –
A gun doesn’t kill by itself or a knife,
Nor a video game or hostile views;
An evil act is but wrought by a mind’s strife.
You may foster a sapling or stunt its growth
and see it’ll be a vine or an oak tree;
like the mind of a child as he grows forth –
Will he be vile or live a life stress-free?
There are spiritual laws that govern with
the same certainty as the physical laws,
Faith, trust in God, and Love are not ancient myth
But values that shape the character sans flaws.
Like putty, wax, dough, or a lump of clay
Mold the child right lest another soul he slay.
~Contest: Guns
~Anthony Biaanco
An interest in past life and extinct culture became her passion
Led her ultimately to take up a research project in Archaeology
After studying the course of early history of world civilization
She decided to delve into the obscure subject of Roman pottery.
Of the discovered shards of many motifs and various forms
The class of ‘terra sigillata’ pottery fascinated her the most
The ceramic table wares had an exquisite finish and gloss
Their possession could have made Roman noblemen boast.
Her research demanded she should understand and learn
How potteries of this kind in recent times are made by hand
After a long search she found an artisan in a remote town
Who in his home made the ceramic wares of his own brand.
He set the wobbling wooden pottery wheel to slowly turn
The lump of shapeless and sticky clay between his palms
Started to take shape in curves of the designated pattern
Replicating the rippling contours of his moving strong arms.
As she watched him work sitting for many days close together
She felt fluid love creeping in and taking a shape in her heart
Like the clay lump being molded by his deftly moving fingers
She wished them to caress the curves of all her body parts.
So she wanted him to teach her how to turn clay into a mold
Wrapping her around he guided her hands and nimble fingers
Taught her how to make for uncontained love a vase to hold
She wished the romantic grip of his hands would last longer.
The touch of his bare skin sent in her waves of sensuous signal
She looked into his amorous eyes in silent acknowledgement
Like clay shaping on the turning wheel their lives would spiral
Pottery research forgotten on Roman honeymoon they went.
September 30, 2017
Don't twist the words of God, my friend,
To suit your current leanings.
Don't rearrange and fashion them,
To give them certain meanings.
Don't take the Book He gave to us,
For clear, incise instruction,
And mold the words to suit yourself,
And draw your own conclusions.
You can't change the mind of God, my dear,
By rearranging phrases.
What He said remains steadfast,
Dispite the current phases.
We must abide within His laws,
They will not bend to suit us;
For God says what He means to say,
He will not just excuse us;
For if we dare to change one word,
One single line becloud,
The Book of Revelation warns,
His curse will be profound.
"FOR I TESTIFY TO EVERY MAN THAT HEARETH THE WORDS OF THE PROPHECY OF THIS BOOK. IF ANY MAN SHALL ADD UNTO THESE THINGS, GOD SHALL ADD UNTO HIM THE PLAGUES THAT ARE WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK; AND IF ANY MAN SHALL TAKE AWAY FROM THE WORDS OF THIS BOOK, GOD SHALL TAKE AWAY HIS PART OUT OF THE BOOK OF LIFE,
AND OUT OF THE HOLY CITY, AND FROM THE THINGS WHICH ARE WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK."
Revelation 22:18-19
Zeus was known most as the god of thunder
among the ancient Greeks;
a respected god of wonder-
whose legend speaks.
Along as maker of lightning and rain-
the path of stars controlled.
The rule of day and night did gain;
time's passage- mold.
Zeus was honored by both gods and mortals
as caring, protective-
kept the peace between both portals.
Great perspective!
January 1, 2023
~2nd Place
Contest: Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 01/17/2023
When the sun sets over the mountain
Signaling the end of a day
Do we pretend our feelings that get put away
Just magically light up on display
For us to deal with on some far off distant day
If only life worked out that way
For us to rewrite our feelings we kept out of sight
Oh how our world would fill with so much insight
That lights up our lives so bright
To what degree should we look inside to see
How they mold and effect who we want to be
When we work through our feelings deep inside
Then we allow our minds the freedom to drift to the other side
Recharging our batteries to deal with the ones we let lye
Hoping to sort them out on this mind-opening ride
Making us wonder why we bottle them up before we tried
Creating a pit with no bottom side
That jeopardizes what allows us to harmonize
All the loose feelings we allowed to hide
Giving us clarity to float like a butterfly
Letting our feeling out without worrying why
As they come to life when they meet the sky
Creating the ability for us to foresee
What our future could be
Allowing our natural selection
To stay in touch with our mind connection
That makes it all glow in the right reflection
Leading our life to acceptable perfection
That no longer requires protection
From our feelings we just let lye
When we let our feelings go without detection
They can become toxic and risk infection
So stay in touch with your internal connection
This way all your unanswered questions
become part of life's lessons
That leaves us with the right perception