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Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
“If you would merge with oneness, vaporise!
Be a child again, welcoming surprise!”
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Immersed in limitation
Shrouded in darkness
Feeling thus confined
We flounder about
Hither and thither
Searching for joy
Bliss in permanence
Yet our heart senses
That we are far more
Than this mind body
With senses externalised
Lower mind fragmenting
Trying to piece together
The puzzle of life
Without success
Thus in delusion
Hypnotised by illusions
We strive and struggle
Hoping for a miracle
Which instantly appears
No sooner we ask
As voice of conscience
Echoing Gods will
Which has but one vibration
Love unconditional
Here begins a struggle
Between head and heart
Between ego and the divine
Former seizing, grasping
The latter, sharing, connecting
We recognise
That the voice of truth
Is that of conscience
Yet, we fear to lose
Fleeting images garnered
Or which we yearn for
Since we are clinging
To ego mind body
Stagnating in ferality
Trapped by our own hand
Unable to escape
It is then
That God in His compassion
Extends us a hand
Showing us the clear light
Of immutable truth eternal
By posing challenges
By signalling the futility
Of chasing a mirage
Illusionary thought forms
Which is what
All manifestations are
Thus when so graced
We begin to look inwards
In silence and stillness
Thought rested awareness
Doing nothing
Simply resting
Poised in the void
Of no-thingness
Desireless
Fearless
Detached
Nonchalant
Unexpectant
In timeless time
In as ordained
Attention is softened
Thoughts are quietened
Ego cravings recede
The external fades
As we get to
Vibrant emptiness
Thus we are
Thus we remain
For as long as it takes
Toxins within cleansed
Our earth life vessel
This mind body
Is readied
To receive the elixir
The magnetic impulse
Of Gods bountiful love
In boundless measure
The paths are many
We know them not
For we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
In childlike trust
Aspect allowing
We imbibe the bliss
Scintillating
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He is that who may not be named
We too are as He, oh hermit
Within heart as the turret
Our divinity unstained
05-December-2020
Contest: The light N/A
The Menacing Stranger At ShopCo-'Tar-zhay' - A Narrative Poem
One day at a dress shop,
I met a man selling shoes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some hushes.
A fence, also known as a receiver,
A mover, this an individual who knowingly buys stolen goods.
Now secretly selling now to later resell them for profit
So dishonest?
"Got any shoes?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No hughes here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely dresses,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some guesses."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally beautiful,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call dutiful,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the dress shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearten,
"I can help you I believe."
"Shoes, hughes, you shall find.
Lulus JACQUELINE CHAMPAGNE FLORA dresses,
guesses, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to ShopCo 'Tar-zhay' .
So to ShopCo Tar-zhay I decided to go,
In search of the hughes I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling rings,
Barbies doll in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all cool.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some hughes!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some dresses and shoes.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the hughes she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
Lulus JACQUELINE CHAMPAGNE FLORA dresses,
guesses, you can't get at ShopCo-'Tar-zhay'
Ha! Ha! Ha! the man laughs
4/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I cannot put into words how I really feel.
How delightful my life have been with you.
A connection so deep even reality seems to fade away in our denial of individuality.
I am hopeful to be trapped, on a deserted island or even the worst of places, with you.
My heaven.
The only beauty that transcend in a terrible world of endless dissolution.
I tend to disappear in your eyes.
So open, bearing, yet full of mystery.
Such a hypnotizing gaze in your train of thoughts as I fall deep through the hazel scenery.
And your smile, oh how it radiates only to reflect upon my face almost instantly.
The wrinkles on the edge of your cheeks, evidence of the endless smiles and laughter you present to the world.
I get hopeless with every touch knowing instantly how your skin longed for mine. How our hands wet, forever excited to hold and keep in grasp.
How your lips invites in soft supple movements while your kisses so subtly digging, planted deep within my essence.
The smell of your hair trickling slowly into my nostril sending shivers down my spine. So potent in flavour and haunting in dreams.
So full and black with streaks of brown and gold.
It lingers ever so softly in the wind floating about like a stream of clouds wandering away in an ever changing cycle of endless awe.
You speak with such grace.
Like wind blowing across the fields.
An invisible beauty that allowed blades of grass to gently dance to a hypnotising sway which shows the true meaning of it mover.
The true music of nature.
Hair tucked neatly behind your ears with a swift gesture of your hand.
Showing the kryptonite to urges I cannot keep imprisoned.
Such silky skin which meanders down from your neck to your shoulder, eversoft and comfortable.
A tender touch of her skin, smooth as an infant, freezes me into place.
My heart now fighting cacoethes to face it's eternity.
Beauty that transcend like sun beams cutting into clouds over the sea.
How I long for this every moment of my being and yet never enough to satisfy my hunger to hold and caress you.
To gently kiss and inhaled you.
Forever my longing to be close and with open arms you received me.
Form:
Written: January 25, 2024
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Amidst this idiocy of guess and hear,
a dulcet note I caught is quite clear.
An epiphany is set to occur tonight,
With melodies playing. What a sight!
Unseen, I'm both weak and strong,
I shall be buoyed by your sight for long.
I have been without a place to unwind,
I crave an emollient haven by your side.
In stark opus to a medieval trackway,
Do you perceive the rhythm of my sway?
The soul nemesis might steal your love,
I am an amorist conveyed from above.
Amongst damsels, squatters, and crooks,
In this life, I kept steadfast, granting clooks.
I'm soul-shifting here to earn your love,
I'm a soul artist descended from above.
Beneath the shelter, mounted above,
I am a soul stray, and I'm here to stay.
Perhaps our paths have crossed once,
Since I stipulated, you took and seconce.
I told you, "I'm in a groovy spot!"
To win your love, I need no plot.
May I speak? Can I be so bold?
No escape from the sound, I'm told.
I glide by the crowd, exuding grace and charm,
A spirit driven by purpose, causing no harm.
I move to a utopian tune, swaying to a mellow beat,
In this secret haven, where spirits entreat.
I mingle with the lost and found,
In this elixir, where love knows no bounds.
I am the ace of motion, a mighty force,
I navigate life's journey without remorse.
I encourage the strong and fuel the weak,
Love is a potent heat that drives us to tweak.
In this hidden haven, where souls intertwine,
I yearn to own your love, so pure and divine.
I recognize comfort and peace,
An idyllic oasis where hindrances cease.
Am I audible to you in this cavernous groove?
Can you grasp the vast burden of my love?
I've been equally giving and receiving,
Souls seek to shine in this ballet of living.
Come on, discover the rhythm,
let the spirit's soft hand lead our isarithm.
I am a soul flex; guide me to your narthex,
I'm coming down, quill feather remex.
Please show me your face,
To assist me regain my passion pace.
Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave,
Everything to the other,
In energetic zealous rave.
Heaven and earth co-aligned,
Stars shone just on them,
Nature whispered unabashed,
As their voice was of 1000 men.
Morality and good were with themselves,
Unmarried yet with child,
But they knew their baby’s genotype,
His personality, meek and mild.
In fear of reputations pull,
They adjoined him with God, the divine,
And accosted the shepherds interest:
The people, the folks on the vine.
There had been predicted,
By the world’s predictive prophets,
A saviour by name of Jesus Christ,
In etymology’s linguistic minuets.
This man was to be the saviour,
Of the then known world from doctors,
Who only treated the rich and not,
Those who to them were doctor callers.
The baby’s name was already up for question,
And Joseph had complete discernment,
There was a census of the population,
Which Joseph completed with endearment.
There was no god to whisper a name,
His parents had to decide on his needs,
They had to determine the appropriation,
Of the prophesies and the creeds.
So they maybe called him Jesus Christ,
As false as false could be,
And that he became such bold and true,
Is due to his own credibility.
Although in life he may have been confused,
About his birth name from Mary’s heart,
He had twelve close friends and brothers,
Who helped his career start.
These disciples were to me colleagues,
Of the man who could heal,
And for a first mover in equal care,
Twelve is a respectable peal.
So Jesus became Jesus Christ,
By his own work and thought,
And to know this is to have
Knowledge of history taught.
This historical Jesus makes most sense,
Navigates literature’s demands,
Gives interpretation its true space,
And issues no religious commands.
Understanding the Jesus meme,
Depends on reading about the child,
Accepting his parents circumstances,
Forming the context of the ancient world.
Nothing new in the electrochemistry
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn
Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic
Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath
What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire
How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence
No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve
Emerging from which we automatically evolve
What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement
There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align
Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled
And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz
01-November-2020
Ballerina’d beauty…
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
See your dream
Yet know what you’re dreaming for
Achieving takes movement
Courage takes assurance
Encouragement is a fuel for influence
Take action for what you want to strive for
Get to the bottom of it being the core
However be confident for sure
It’s you the individual to explore
Nothing more than having a strong effort to pursue
It’s doesn’t matter if it involves moving heavy weights
But take your mind over matter and see how it relates
A dream is a destiny preparing you for the journey
Heavy weights was only an example
The method was helping you see being ample
Self-alliance at every cost
But you set the standard in what will be the course
Act like a Band Leader and carry the orchestra on
But to reach that, you must put perfection to the test
However, only you will be the one that will confess
Take control of any career you always wanted to do
But think carefully through
See you in the career of choice, and feel the career being at your grasp
Ability, commodity coming together in excellence
The sunshine shows your path
Destiny having a reason
Opportunity being the purpose
Awake now from your dream
The time is now in your reality
Let your footsteps going forward be like a cool stream
Yes it is going to be tough
But let your courage be solid like a rock in rough
Achieving won’t be easy
Excuses will often come
But say no that you will never be out done
Dreams only lead the way
But it is those excuses that will have you going astray
However that is not ok
You are victorious and have been chosen
The knock at the door says open, and your determination calls for you to fulfill
You have been given the thought and the will
But you are holding on to still
Only you can see your true thoughts
You are your own mover and shaker
Your tomorrow has risen with entities being numerous opportunities
Expect nothing less, but be at your best
Dignity and honor have been rewarded
Your true heart has applied.
IMAGINATION
Closed eyes; under a locked prism of unavailable light
subjects our third eye to mind's internal creation;
imagined images viewed by non-existent senses
on an opague three dimensional screen.
In an algorithm of shedded particle waves
Insight quickly fades back into a darkened vision
of only half a picture without reflection.
It leaves with us a broken trail of possibilities
new thoughts, new choices, changes in destiny
warily made under duress of immediacy
trying to conceive a canvas framed
by the hand of God.
It is in response to these panchromatic memories
held back by the sun's blackened light,
that we clearly notice how the prism
reflects an undercurrent. of shadeless secrets
different than the realm of visionary colors.
Sensory detections relinquish an uncompleted picture.
The image within, at times, may reveal an idea.
the transmission of which however placed
when received should strive to become an emotional
mover of otherwise placid thinking where wizened leaders
can in causes wept in sorrow from yesterday's sadness
proclaim a hope for a brighter tomorrow.
INTERPRETATION:
When our eyes are shut tight, there is no light or vision.
We are limited to what we see with our inner mind.
Nevertheless there is an internal sense,
a feeling of a creative process going on.
It occurs as insight and often fades into a clouded vision
of a thought picture barely perceived within.
When we leave the path of contemplative thinking,
we lose the benefit of what could have been.
The choices we make are usually expedient
and we struggle to determine
what it is that we really want.
Often we are faced and challenged by outside forces
many of which we deflect as we espouse our point of view
without exploring all the possibilities.
We see what could be and would like to be
hoping that it will make a difference.
and help humanity move forward
to a brighter tomorrow.
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