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I've had many heated conversations with . . . myself
over how a circumstance, or life itself, should be perceived.
My best time for self-probing is late at night.
Even now (in my sixties), I lean toward idealism.
Reality--not killjoy, but counselor--reminds me of
my boundaries. Opportunities to balance realism and
idealism have proven successful, warding off pessimism.
Pursuance of goals is still fueled by fire, but the flames
don’t leap so high as when I was young and vigorous.
Effective self-examination can be time-consuming
and painful, sometimes revealing that challenging
changes are required of me. These growing pains, even--
or perhaps especially—at my age, are necessary,
for life is not yet through with me.
I classify myself as the basically satisfied, often joyful
by-product of late-night contemplation.
March 9, 2021
entered in Craig Cornish's Contemplation Poetry Contest
If He says “No”
It pays to listen
When He says “You can’t”
Is when you need to hear
Obey Him while you can
He is the light of grace
His heart reflects the kindness
That should bind us to Him
If He says “Not now”
It is necessary to hear Him
He doesn’t speak to turn you down
He speaks to show you – not just good
But the best, better than the rest
The way, the truth, the life
The wonder of having Him by your side
Residing where you can always know
He is there, in the heart, and you
Only need to whisper a prayer
For Him to come to your aid, easing
Every sorrow, worry or fear
Reassuring you that He is always here
If He says “Wait”
Now is not the time
But don’t give up on your dreams
He may say yes someday
He might allow you to grow
To learn what is best
To find the way toward light
And bath in its glow
Before He gives you the “Yes”
That you are hoping for
If He says “Yes”
You know that it is good
He blesses your choice
With assurance that He is there
Alive in the dream, the prayer
Giving you His permission
His approval, the opportunity to
Grow in your heart and soul
The chance to give back to others
Hope that when they pray
He may say “Yes” to their plans
Listen to Him
Whatever He says
Listen to Him
For He is filled with grace
He answers every prayer
And He is faithful to the heart
Who longs to give Him the best
And always listens to His response
He hears the one who knows
His love is an open door to the soul
And all we need to do is pray
His reply will be the best we can know
And it will always provide us sincere
Overflowing love from His spirit
#"I get it! I get it!"
But, However, Nonetheless...
ONE MUST EARN ONE'S LEARN.
Then and only then, is WHEN...
ONE DOES (YOU & I) "TRULY GOT IT!"
ACTIONS DEMONSTRATED...
TRIALS, ERRORS, DROP THE BALL, PICK UP THE BALL, REVIEW THE RECALL,
"DO NOT STALL!"
RISE, FALL...RISE, HIGER...WISER! BRIGHTER! BOLDER! BEYOND BETTER! YOU'VE "EARNED YOUR LEARN"
AS A GO-GETTER~~~~~
NO LONGER A WORRIED FRETTER!
"TIC-TOCK, LIFE AND CLOCK"
WHEN WE KNOW OUR CAPABILITIES...
"I get it"
WHEN WE SHOW OUR CAPABILITIES...
"I'VE GOT IT" "LOCKED IT" "SUPERBLY ROCKED IT" "NO LONGER BLOCKED IT" ANY *LESSONS* NECESSARY TO RECEIVE THE *BLESSINGS* OF WHAT WILL COME...
BEFORE IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE.
{DOABLE PROVABLE ONE...AND THEN SOME!~}
Get it? "Don't forget it!"
IT'S KNOWN, IF SHOWN...
that we understand, One's GOT it...
NEVER STOP TAKING YOUR SHOT AT IT!
JAY-Z has a song: "SHOW EM' WHAT YOU'VE *GOT* BABY!"
WE WON'T KNOW...UNLESS YOU SHOW!!!
GO~~~~~GROW!!!!*****GLOW*****
ISN'T THAT WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR?
TO BLOSSOM RENEWABLE AND CONTINOUSLY FROM OUR DEPTH AND CORE...
HEAR THAT,
"FRAN & STAN...YOU TOO, DAN & NAN"
UNDERSTAND?
{SMILE & CLARITY}
MOST DEFINITELY AND UNQUESTIONABLY...
TAKE YOUR NEXT LEAP, GET OUT THE SHALLOW AND DIVE DEEP...
MOVINGS AND GROOVINGS, DESIRED DOINGS,
NOT TO MISS...
UNDERSTOOD, (SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA) VERSUS *DID* *DO* *DONE* {SMILE}
"GOT THIS! ! !~"#
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) May 9, 2023#
I find myself questioning my mental clarity and stability. My financial situation is neither affluent nor impoverished. It appears that a negative influence is attempting to encroach upon my well-being. Consequently, I have decided to dedicate Sundays to avoiding situations that may cause me distress.
I recognize the need for personal reassessment and development. Throughout the years, I have come to understand several aspects of my character. The deceitful tactics of others have often ensnared me. It is a universal truth that foolishness can arise in any individual, irrespective of their age.
I have been designated as a person destined to assist a specific young individual; however, it seems he struggles to attain the breakthroughs necessary for progress. Is it accurate to suggest that some individuals are caught in what is referred to as the Cycle of Generational Struggles?
Moreover, will the salinity of the ocean remain constant over time?
My question cannot be solved with AI apps, nor can my stupidity.
It seems that my generosity is making me appear weak, instead of strong.
How long will I continue to help him?
What will I gain in return? Perhaps this is a sign for me to stop
And let him gain strength to figure out things for himself.
"The White Noise Bukowski"
Dreams
are playing fields
where scenarios
can be altered
at the whim
of the voyeur.
sometimes
“they” come to you
in dreams
and your time
is manipulated.
“they” reveal
their messages.
soul to soul.
blue avians
like singing
blue birds,
they come anytime,
not just nightly nightingales.
they slip in,
hovering over your
secret time,
singular or plural.
there is always
some ulterior meaning
in the rhyme,
in which they
turn your channel on,
express themselves
to you, Bukowski -
they visit you,
in the white noise.
the blues bring it on.
tall whites whisper
in your glazed glass mind.
visions not nearly clear,
seen for what they
really mean.
levels of descent
are freedom of will.
mistakes and errors
are necessary,
for novitiates
to elevate.
what’s the point
of the make, if not?
shades light and dark
blend complimentary
taken to shape,
the elongated decisions
for you.
you sometimes hesitate,
you sometimes wake,
before the message
comes in clearer to you,
breaks the forward way, for you;
when you’re
the one holding the key
to the gate, in dreams -
'tis your choice
to turn ignition on,
salute ignorance
turn your back
on what was,
take the risk to
dive off boards you
walk daily
in repeating grooves,
change up to 5
targa gears.
transition rough
or smooth;
warp speed
recommended,
for successful
take off.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
"Above the vault over their heads
was what looked like a throne of lapis lazuli,
and high above on the throne was a figure
like that of a man.
I saw that from what appeared to be his waist up
he looked like glowing metal, as if full of fire,
and that from there down he looked like fire;
and brilliant light surrounded him.
Like the appearance of a rainbow
in the clouds on a rainy day,
so was the radiance around him."
merkaba.
"Blue Bird", Bukowski.
~ Homage to Walt Sing Matt Tilde ~
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten life
at sea as boatswain),
nonetheless for results,
one best ought
be without a brain
even if promoted as Captain Cain
Guru, cuz to become
star apprentice,
one must master
trumpeting as a certain
Don Casanova Chieftain
stealing the vote if necessary
and freely distribute cocaine
(as an opiate of the masses)
to silence anyone
that might complain,
thus sets the
figurative stage to contain
any potentially mutinous threat
(against sought after bounty)
also necessitates practicing
nepotism assigning coxswain
to an immediate family member
with a skull full
bone if eyed crackbrain
and when upon
wheeling and dealing
i.e. thee metaphorical curtain
call - pull out
all stops to detain
vendor even exhibiting
faux ("FAKE) disdain
for deplorable basket weavers
iterated by domain holder
ye wish to acquire
sought after envied goodies,
oh...and do
everything to drain
the patience of he/she who
controls coveted booty
calling for trotting
out "Stormy
Daniels" to entertain
and continue ploy long after
hated yuge, bigly, stupid losers
winning morons with
zero wind blown naturally
"FAKE" orange blond
wind blown hair,
which constant induces
onlookers with eyestrain.
Strikingly Naked
By Odin Roark
Voicing the reflection one sees insures
the facade really is,
was,
must have been.
Time passes…
How smoky the reflection,
this aging identity of accumulated distortion,
where once perception played innocently,
found disguises to hide behind,
who now past the age of innocence,
sees the exposed abyss of shadowed deceptions.
Such awareness knows well the mirror,
where cognizance of the make-believe
beckons the right light,
the flattering shade,
the required eye-sparkle of denial,
no matter the reality.
At some point…
Behind the rehearsed and performed persona,
we raise the inner window
revealing the self-of-fact,
that place where we gulp
what air is left,
sucking up any reserved willingness
blowing in from subterranean shores
to help beat back our self-imposed exile.
One surges forward…
Pulls open the only door
the entrance we feared opening,
an opening your inner monologue
always whispered was there
but you chose to remain imprisoned
by the mirror.
Revelation…
The door now open,
leads to other doors,
so small they seem
as you bend, crawl,
find other rooms,
windowless cubbyholes,
where night sweats
and endless reprieves
once kept you breathing,
albeit your own recycled dead air.
How rewarding…
To see for the first time,
your own recidivist delusions
reverberating like shattered emulations,
blinding your eyes with its refractive light,
burning through regrettable behavior imprisoned,
where no steel bars were ever necessary,
where a place of truth awaited,
a wilderness you are finally ready to explore.
Such is the manifest moment…
When you couldn't be so strikingly naked,
had you not kept yourself so carefully dressed
all those years.
Am dark and obvious
I take love to every place I go
I have the blood of my ancestors
Their ways still flow in my system
I never intended no violence
I love peace
I don't need no isolation
Am an individualist
I don't judge else it necessary
So please when you see me
Around your neighborhood
Don't judge me
For who I am
Cos yes I surly know that
Am dark and obvious
Am dark and obvious
I live for peace
And I go with love
I have been travelling
Around the world outside Africa
I have see too many
Reaction about my personality
The looks the words the doubts
The interaction the miscommunication
The hatred the care the isolation
The question the attitudes
The help the disappointment
The rejections the acceptance
The smiles the stabs
The racism the love
The truth the lies
All because of who I am
Of curse yes
Am dark and obvious
Am dark and obvious
The earth is my planet
I am a child of the universe
Am not different from every
Human beings
Am not a problem cos of complexity
Am not a war cos am dark
Am not a thief cos am an African
Am a universal product
I was not here on earth by accident
So I don't need no tag to my identity
I don't need no problems
So when ever you see my kind
Out there in your street
Be nice be good
Cos am not different
from you only because
Am dark and obvious
Am dark and obvious
Dedication to all of my kinds
Be proud of who you are
No matter what
Be strong never give in
Alot have died cos
They are dark and obvious
Alot of us have been misinterpreted
Wrongly just because
We are dark and obvious
I say to you all Africans
Be proud of who you are
You are lucky to be different
The prove is why
We are dark and obvious
Remember take love with you
Everywere you go
Show the world the light
In our dark skin colours
Prove to no one but yourself
Who you are
They will see you at last
I am proud of who I be
The blood of my ancestors
Still flow in my veins
It is so clear
No wonder why till now
Am dark and obvious
Two minds are on a course
For destruction today
One is a garden untended
Now grown over and infested
It has been too busy to notice the gradual decay
And now cannot seem to escape
It surveys the scene to find only neatly manicured lawns
Had it looked closely it may have noticed that none of what it saw was there
The second never thinks to look inside
It only looks out to see other minds and thinks it is certainly the most fine
It resolves to apply its considerable skills to seduce, cajole, threaten, control
To if necessary destroy and finally preside over all encountered minds
Had it looked closely it too may have noticed
That none of what it believed it saw was true
The second mind is a Horror
So far from its own truth aware
It undertakes a twisted mission
To lead others from theirs
The first mind then is tragically misled
It cannot see past its weeds
To its beauty
And delivers itself to its end
June 7, 2018
Africa did not deserve what it has become.
Black people lived here with no notion of whiteness,
Believing that black was the only color.
They did not even know that white birds existed.
But when they came like rain in September,
We were taught the meaning of white.
They arrived with white birds and white clothes,
And we rejected our darkest nature, thinking
It was because we did not wash our bodies every day,
For even demons were said to be black.
We started struggling to become brown,
Forgetting that brown is not white.
We began denying our own identity,
Saying that we must be like beautiful birds.
We thought of destroying all the darkest birds,
Claiming they were signs of darkness and hell.
While dreaming of heaven one day,
We decided to buy everything necessary,
As if humanity itself could be bought.