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Stomach in knots
Knots of doubt
Knots cursing at my anxiety
Sweating into panic mode
Thoughts racings
Praying no one knows
Is it obvious I gotta shet?!
I’m mad my stomach bubbling
I’m mad I can’t hold this shet any longer
I gotta shet away this pain
Pain of not good enough
I’m not worthy
Why I’m so chubby
Why my ass so flat
My body not society standards
I gotta shet the worry away
The worry’s of tomorrow
My 401k plans meeting my retirement quota
Dodging being pulled over while black
My fellow sister keeping her foot on my neck
Rejected from opportunities to prosper
Being judged on my natural hair
Will he love my stretch marks
Saggy skin
I gotta shet the sadness away
Sadness that I can’t win
Win to get ahead in life
I’m always coming up short
I’m labeled trash compared to a foreigner
I’m going shet this color shame away
I’m shetting the anxiety away
Knots lighting up
Shet this load off my back
Released the blockages
The Eagle of Isaiah 40:31*…
Activating achievement-appearance
Blowing blessings’ brilliance
Carrying changes’ chance
Directing drive-dare despite distance…
Extending endurance effortlessly
Fueling faith-fervor fully
Greeting God’s goodness’ glow graciously
Hoisting hopefulness-height hastily…
Increasing influence in instructing
Joining journey’s joy-jolting
Kindling kindness keeping kindred-knitting
Leading love’s lighting…
Moving miracle-magnification mightily
Nurturing nourishment-needs naturally
Optimizing obedience-opportunities openly
Pushing productiveness powerfully
Quickening qualm-quakes quickly…
Refreshing revival-rejuvenation
Satisfying secured salvation
Tossing triumphant transformation
Unleashing understanding’s utilization…
Vanquishing villains victoriously
Working well worthily
Xing ‘xcuses ‘xcellently
Yelling Yahweh’s yeas yieldedly
Zooming to Zion’s zenith’s zealously!!!
*Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
May 3, 2018
5th place, "I Wish That I Was Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on May 6, 2018.
In the hard times, God is still there
Giving me the chance to grow
Discover the questions I need to ask
And giving me the answers I request
In the hard times, God is alive
Showing me that I’ve grown
And helping me to finally become
Someone worthy of His time
In the hard times, God is pursuing
Reaching out to me with love
Helping me to realize my mistakes
And erase the pain of the past
In the hard times, God is revealing
New ways of opening up my spirit
And giving generously of myself
To those who need a friend the most
In the hard times, God is whispering
Perfect inspiration into my heart
Filling me with wisdom and beauty
That only He can possibly stimulate
In the hard times, God is welcoming
Me into His presence where I can find
Peace that surpasses all understanding
Serenity that is forever alive inside me
In the hard times, God is loving me
With a love that is unconditional and living
Abiding within with His Holy Spirit
Where I can feel certain I have a true friend
In the hard times, God is reminding me
That this time is truly an encouraging blessing
A second chance to learn a lesson and arrive
At the destination of glorious love He’s expressing
In the hard times, God gives more than hope
He gives faith and love and all that is so good
He never punishes through the hard times
But gives us a sense of Himself to see us through
The hard times are merely opportunities to grow
For I know the thoughts I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you an expected end. ~. Jeremiah 29:11
WinLose risks
probably never disappear
for WiseElder
Left-Right codependent Bodhisattvas
messianic co-arising
ecological egotherapeutic healing
and WinWin holonic integrity wholing.
Deep learning bilateral compassion
to meet our basic needs
economic ecology
through more democratically mature
Ego-EcoPositive political fashions
and, yet again, WinWin designs.
Immature competitive adolescent strategies
become automatic normals
re-acclimating double-binds
of WinLose dissonant compromises,
accepted practice for now,
waiting for WinWin raptures
and resonance
in fullness of time.
Resonant resilience of life systems
might become WinWin revolutionary self-deployed
each 3D cooperative identity moment
without takeover
by LeftBrain/RightWing aggressive violence
advocating more competition
to effectively Either/Or obtain
evermore monoculturing resources--
hoarding
as associated
with paranoia
about losing out
to overpopulating climates
of secular loss
sacred pathology of light
through dualdark cosmology.
I need not become a WiseElder
to know that losing integrity
succumbs to a dually endarkened
ego-privileged ecology.
I do not need a PhD in competing Busyness
to discover healthy differences
between not aggressively driving mindbodies
(which is a good thing)
but not as high a love
or health
or grace standard
as Golden Rules
driving active cooperation
as best WinWin defense
against not losing secular
not losing sacred
nondual ecology.
Lord, you know I never will be perfect,
so I won’t lie and promise to be something I am not.
Lord, you know I’m weak, but with your help,
I pray I can be strong.
For myself, I don’t have much to ask.
I count my blessings daily because I am so grateful
for my health and sanity, friends and family,
the comfort of my home and spouse,
and a job that is fulfilling.
For all the little things that mean so much to me
I thank you too:
for the food I daily savor, which also feeds my body;
for the many things each day that feed my soul -
like the beauty of the land and mountains, sea and sky,
flowers, trees and creatures I have kept as pets;
for the knowledge I’ve obtained from books and classes
and the wisdom of the ages imparted to us all;
and I greatly thank you for the talent that you gave
to actors, dancers, artists, musicians, and all the many others
producing songs, movies, shows, artwork, and sweet poetry,
for you know me, Lord, and how much I adore
those worlds created from the fertile mind,
so I thank you for that portion of talent that you gave to me,
for it has brought me to a place of joy.
Finally, but most importantly, I ask that you would bless
the sick, the poor and the downtrodden, lost souls and
those who suffer from abuse.
Of all the virtues which a goodly soul should have,
I believe it’s charity I need the most.
It’s not enough to be a mere well-wisher.
I pray that I will take more opportunities given me
to bless the lives of others.
My recent sufferings have been so small
compared to that of many others in this world.
So I know that I should have a grateful heart,
for by experiencing pain myself, I have gained more empathy
for my fellow man and I’ve learned to more appreciate
those days when I feel splendid
in body, mind, and spirit.
And thank you, God, for letting me feel free to just be me!
Me moving too fast in senile decay
Death rings bell alarming continuous
dancing and prancing simultaneous
at the exit gate of my life, I must say.
My journey of life has now come to an end
Enjoyed life and completed duties
Life offered enough opportunities:
Some are utilised, more unattended.
Life seemed real when I felt in every step
but now visualising dance of death,
ready to breathe any time my last breath
Little scared, how death will come,in which shape ?
So far the challenges of life to meet
What is awaiting crossing entrance gate
of death for human as ultimate fate.
Only scary feeling, how death will greet.
Death is dancing in full rhythm threatening
as the dance of violent black widow
whirling furious eyes crawling fast or slow.
My favourite precious life lost its meaning.
On boundary of Life I am to wait.
dark silhouette had shadowed my journey
tumbling, slipping, falling : Path seems thorny.
Watching dance of death approaching my fate.
RightBrain culture
absorbs and heals
LeftBrain monoculturalism,
capitalism's win/lose unholy market-structured days
and commodified aggressive nights
pursuing lose/lose fear v anger competitions.
RightBrain multicultural invitations
whisper nutritional health climates
longing for explicit win/win language
to express belongings inside climates
of nature/spirit co-opportunities.
RightBrain polyculture
resists militarized punishing States
and unfree capitalized infamy
Western monopolized white male privileged markets
addictive transactions
enslaving detached unemotional commodification
of people
planet
plants
populations
priorities
predators
prey
places
properties
plans
disregarding health care
climates of cooperative giving
as compassionately receiving.
RightBrain culture
denies we all belong bought and sold
in a win/lose nationalistic competitive market.
RightBrain anti-LeftBrain dominating militarized culture
invites re-attached
re-personalized commitments to each other
in holistic names for Earth
and Her Sun
and GrandMother Moon's lunar inspirations.
RightBrain polycultural networks
do not reductively function
to secure nation-privileged markets
supporting merely abstract,
detached
lack of freedom
to trust Nature with Spirit
primally secure co-liberations
of co-passionately listening love.
RightBrain cultures
impassion with and for
delighted LeftBrain less ego-consumed
reductive
deductive
dissonant
determined
desperate egocentric identity
within Earth's well sung dancing climates
of cooperatively nutritious communications
sensations
polyphonic harmonies,
polypathic integrity,
passionately positive potentialities.
Which invites further reflection on why
climate health invites
RightBrain cooperative polycultures
to absorb and heal
LeftBrain competing monoculturalism,
You aren't worth killing myself over
No matter how much has fallen upon me
No matter how much the days ahead will bring me down
No matter how much my own body tries to waste itself
I'm not gonna let you decide my fate
I'm not gonna let the absolute abuse kill me
The gaslighting you put me through
The insults followed by praise
The opportunities I wasted by being at your beck and call
You aren't worth my life
Whatever's left of it anyway
As cysts reappear after a year of bloody warning
As the depression continues to set in harder than ever
As I refuse to be medicated because of the games you played
You're the worst kind of parasite
Bleeding everyone you know dry
Flashing a smile and getting your way
You never intended to grow
Just as long as you could keep drinking everyone's life
Now before me is solid stone
For everything I gave
Has turned to rock beneath my grasp
Stone chairs, stone pencils, stone beds
And for now, I'm too weak to raise a chisel
And even now I crave your touch
Take me in your arms and let this be a dream
Pull the strings and make me dance again
Flash that smile, laugh that laugh
And throw everyone away when you're done
And I'm gonna let you drag me down
Like I always know I do
Clutching, ripping at my heart
Screaming for another start
Begging for release from all my pain
You wouldn't care either way
You said it yourself that day
And in becoming just a bag of meat
All I accomplish is destroying all I love
For the sake of the parasite who tried to do the same
It doesn't matter either way
To be polite, I wished the best
And you walked off either way
Now who's the bigger man
As my tears type these words
So I'll bleed just fine alone
Sure, there's no one else around
But I'd rather be alone than deal with your abuse
From solid stone we were born
And from solid stone we've been dashed apart
I am thankful for the freedom that I have
To pursue my goals, dreams and purpose
I am thankful to have freedom of speech
So that I can stand for what I believe
I am thankful to see emerging peace
After so many years of endless war
I am thankful to see people uniting here
And other places in the world with parades
I am thankful for protection of religious liberty
For one nation under God, where we live
I am thankful for the inspiration and hope
Shared with others who know, love and respect,
The foundation of our country and its values
The limitless opportunities we are granted
And the love we choose to celebrate together
I am thankful, oh so thankful, for all of this
Heidi Sands
11/3/20
Placed 6th in the Thanksgiving Poetry Contest.
Dear Friend, I wish to write to you a letter
I wish to tell you things I weigh heavy on my heart
See you not these as being from my part, a blunder
Rather, take my words as a cue to give yourself a new start
Please, friend, do let go of the past
I admit that you did cling to your loved one fast
But life, as everything else, does have an ending
I am sorry that hers did come at a time when your love was blooming!
Please, see all the opportunities that do lay in front of you
You do have a heart, I am sure you still do
You do have youth, and you do have beauty
Handsome is what I would qualify you, so let go of your negativity
Do you know that everything that happens to you does have a reason
If she died, so young, maybe it was because her time was over here in this prison
This world itself someday shall come to its ending
Surely, this truth you must be knowing!
See, someday you shall regret your time wasted in lamenting
Someday when you shall be too old to even enjoy your body
You shall surely cry more than you do now, you shall realize that it was all meant to be
That life is made of suffering, never, ever is it even fulfilling!
For the coming year, my dear dear friend
I wish to see you bold to hold your stand
I wish to see you smile at life
And say, hey, am stronger than your malice!