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I can accept love
I have time to learn
and earn
But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?
Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn
My adoration spot
on this comedy central
AnalRetentive Stage
listing
lusting
more Left Winged
liberating
than Right Fringed
defensively sedating.
I am haunted
by an oppressively disabling gap
between what I have sufficient healthy time
to accomplish
to communicate
to experientially articulate
as anemically contrasted
to all I can imagine health
and safe wealth doing
togathering in this day,
this week,
this month,
this year,
this final decade
of my personal AnthroGay Pride
and WhitePrivilege
to prefer Black Lives MultiEnculturing Matter
and wild Paradise
PolyCulturing Pleasure
Win/Win bi-everything trans-thriving
positively contagious
as the clap
On a loved ones back
is my gay worldview sound
of one left hand liberally clapping
out FreeDom
ReStorative Justice
Love
Between my NonViolently WinWin Communicating
brothers and sisters
LeftBrain verbally dominant
claiming Peace
I nonverbally feel
RightBrain left outside
closeted ungay emotional neglect
In my polyculturally wise universe
feeling all EarthMother's love,
Polyester is always Lose/Lose trauma
bad news drama
while
PolyPathic Win/Win
evokes sacred warm
wet 1 within 0 zen rivers
of deeply penetrating gospel
Good regenerative humor
despite toxic rumors
that my indigenous EarthTribe
intentional family
and trauma-infested community
are suffering from an overheated climate
of monoculturing dementia
Increasingly difficult to recall
the love we have had time to learn
is earned one timeless
warm remembering moment
always liberally Here
as time conserving Now,
unconditionally warm
well-moisturized regard
For healthy hygiene
is next to wealthy
goddessness
A gay gratitude gift
more than sufficiently
out proud
well endowed.
Gripped with various sounds of silence...
How can my counselor’s heart
and social worker’s mind escape being affected?
Disturbing and confusing
Eerie sounds of silence I discern
Aftermath a lover’s quarrel…
Then there’s the oppressively afflicted
Hurting silence-sounds I loathe to entertain
Followed by vexing sobs of attention-seeking teenagers…
Never could I ignore the agitated and restless
Enthusiastic yet silenced sounds from special children
Persevering to behave but cannot control themselves…
With this exposure, I always aim for soothing silence…
Reverberating sounds of hope and faith, serenely blissful
Vanquishing skepticism mockery that echoes doubt-shouts…
Midst my communion with the Sovereign
Who listens to me, understanding my heart… just as I am.
*Habakkuk 2:20 But the LORD is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.
August 3, 2019
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE 7, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2020.
A breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yet, a drowned fish can still float in water;
You can eviscerate its tongue, but you
Cannot unring a rung bell;
But you can knee a black man’s neck,
And he’ll never breathe again;
You may oppressively beat us to the ground,
But we shall rise again;
For we are indeed,
The children of blood and thunder
And we shall not stay down:-
No, a breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yes, a drowned fish can still float in water;
Though the pandemic road ahead
May be rough and rugged,
We’re well equipped with bulldozer souls;
Like butterflies, we may be cocooned in metamorphosis,
Yet, we shall soar with eyes on the prize;
We’re like the circadian moon—waning—
But always waxing back to fulfillment;
Like the sun going to its evening horizon settings,
We too, shall continue to rise again and again:-
What if great transitional chains of Being
were to mysterious dream transform
into a rather mid-way
invitation every day
depths of therapeutic Becoming?
Would we accept such a green fresh
democratic
cultural invitation?
With open arms
and redeeming heart
and double-bonded mind,
deductive left
and inductively seductive sacred Right
like warm and wet blood-red light
of a new messianic dawn
a new bodhisattva everyday
a new cooperative overnight revolution
Could I entirely turn
my big backside to such delight?
No thanks to becoming healthier
and wealthier
and wiser.
Let us instead stay here
in depressed repressions
oppressively reductive
deductive identity
including dissonant dissent
for lack of every way ecotherapy.
How to explain such internally competitive oscillation?
Constipation
Desolation
DeGeneration
It's not like I actually live and die
in an internally competitive family
or a totally rabid
pathologically viral infested community
and monolithic State
and monoculturally supremacist religion
opposing evolutionary sociology,
and healthy ecology
and wealthy theology
and ethology of Earth's therapeutic purpose,
grace space
love bilateral sense of RealTime
cogravitating space-time,
convex concaves
ZeroZones
with both zen-hands clapping.
Every historic day
and night
invites
more maturely healed Becoming
cooperative Eastern newdawn hearts
with Western old dusky minds
bilaterally blessed and mutually blessing,
Inviting invitations toward health becoming
more than great nationalistic chains
of RightWing dominant
LoseLose
nihilistic political
fascist economic
capital-hoarder Being.
Alarmed with daily hustle-bustle sounds...
How can my counselor’s heart
and social worker’s mind
escape being affected?
Disturbing and confusing
are eerie grumblings
verily discernible to the ears
aftermath a lover’s quarrel…
Oppressively afflicting
are loathsome murmurings
absolutely hurting
manifested by rebellious sobs of the young…
Never to be ignored
are the agitated and restless
enthusiastic mirth screams from special children
persevering to behave but cannot control themselves…
With such exposure…
I ceaselessly yearn for soothing relief
reverberating tranquility of hope and faith
blissfully ecstatic, yet serenely pleasurable…
Meanwhile, vanquishing skepticism mockery that echoes doubts
I seek communion with the Sovereign
Who listens to me
understanding my heart… just as I am.
In the presence of my Saviour, Jesus Christ*
I’m secured with joy’s certainty
Definitely my haven of rest
Though temporal in my earthly abode.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
September 1, 2019
2nd place; "Silence (Without Using Synonyms of Silence in the Poem Text)" Poetry Contest; sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/5/2019.
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
My soul* acknowledges You, my God for Who You are…
…Majestic in Your grace that’s never afar
…Splendid in Your goodness brighter than any star
…Wondrous in Your glory, drawing me to Your saving altar.
My soul praises You, my Lord, as I delight in Your joy…
…Subduing my problems that annoy
…Assuring me Your presence and power’s convoy
…Granting me with Your provisions for Your work I can employ.
My soul worships You, my Father, as I listen to Your instruction…
…Truths helpful to my miraculous conversion
…Statutes ready for my revival and rejuvenation
…Precepts vital toward my maturity’s sanctification.
My soul trusts You, my Saviour, as I hope in Your promises…
…Faithful are they like Your forgiveness that cleanses
…Immutable, remaining steadfast throughout all ages
…Reliable, though doubt within me, oppressively surges.
My soul yields to You, my Mentor, as I listen to Your counsel…
…Guiding me thru life’s puzzle to learn by its challenging hassle
…Leading me from vanity’s dazzle to vanquish its futile bustle
…Teaching me to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
My soul yields to You, Holy Spirit, as I submit to Your will…
…Perfect in its entirety that You want me to fulfill
…Virtuous in every angle where You direct me to keep still
…Blessed in each aspect which moves me to reach sacrifice’ hill.
My soul esteems You, O, Christ, as I wait for Your coming…
…Reminder for faithful soulwinning and Gospel-proclaiming
…Inspiration to labor, beholding Your glorious acclaiming
…Excitement of eternal fellowship so truly heart-warming.
*Psalm 16:2 O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee.
June 3, 2019
2nd place, "Soul IQ" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 7/5/2019.
I praise You, Lord*, for Who You are…
…Majestic in Your grace that’s never afar
…Splendid in Your goodness brighter than any star
…Wondrously drawing me with worship-filled ecstasy to Your holy altar.
I praise You, Lord, as I delight in Your joy…
…Subduing my problems, fears and guilt that annoy
…Assuring me Your presence in our divine rendezvous along prayer-convoy
…Granting me sufficient provisions for Your work I can employ.
I praise You, Lord, as I listen to Your instruction…
…Truths helpful to my miraculous and unique transformation
…Statutes ready for my revival and rejuvenation
…Precepts vital to my maturity with virtuous finesse for faith’s action.
I praise You, Lord, as I trust Your promises…
…Faithful are they like Your forgiveness that cleanses
…Immutable, remaining steadfast throughout all ages
…Reliable, though doubt –making me precarious, oppressively surges.
I praise You, Lord, as I listen to Your counsel…
…Guiding me thru life’s puzzle to learn by its challenging hassle
…Leading me from vanity’s gallivanting dazzle to vanquish its futile bustle
…Teaching me to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
I praise You, Lord, as I wait for Your coming…
…Reminder for faithful service and Gospel-proclaiming
…Inspiration for me to labor well … nonchalant of personal gains’ claiming
…Excitement of eternal fellowship so truly heart-warming.
I praise You, Lord as I acquiesce to Your will…
…Perfect in its entirety that You want me to fulfill
…Holy in every angle where You direct me to keep still
…Blessed in each aspect which moves me to reach sacrifice’ hill.
*Psalm 111:1 ... I will praise the LORD with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation.
May 6, 2018
Today has promise on top of the sadness
it feels like grief is a blanket, that I try to throw
off each day so that I can access happiness or joy
yet, it still covers me, sometimes oppressively
the weight of it is heavier than my weighted blanket
that I chose, this one I did not choose
but grief also has stretched me and made me grow
in ways I did not want to grow, there was no choice
involved, it was sprung on me suddenly
but I have grown and changed into someone
strong, compassionate, and less impatient,
but also a lot sadder and in tune to the pain of others
because I wear the pain of grief like a blanket that I can
never take off
April 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Esther 4-6
Key Verse – Esther 4:14 For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there enlargement and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place; but thou and thy father's house shall be destroyed: and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME YOUR PEACE
Thank You for giving me Your peace of assured salvation
Always silencing my fears brought by doubt-caused desperation
To calm me down against panic about unknown situation…
Now, I’m confidently settled in Your eternal redemption.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of secured eternity
Always protecting my faith against any uncertainty
To teach me Your principles’ stability…
Now, I’m steadfastly kept within Your Word’s infallibility.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of everlasting life
Always healing my soul from wounds of transgression-strife
To strengthen me midst challenges that are oppressively rife…
Now, I’m definitely guarded by Your sword against foes’ knife.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of joyful worship
Always delighting my heart in Your offered relationship
To encourage me toward fruitful stewardship…
Now, I’m absolutely guided through Your leadership.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of sovereign might
Always controlling my being through Your illuminating light
To help me do what is acceptably right…
Now, I’m fully geared toward Your holiness-height.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of heavenly standard
Always moving my all for service against vanities that retard
To revive me to fulfill my tasks as Your steward…
Now, I’m willingly committed to work in Your vineyard.
April 18, 2022