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I'm just writing my story
Leaving out all the glory
I never tore them; yet the pages and spine are all but broken
Its letters are scattered, yet still the words form a concise omen
Would you read it back to me slowly, please, as you reach the bitter ending?
It hurts my eyes, you see; this heart could use a break from all this bending.....
Being devoured alive inside is such a epic novel unsavory
Moments, however, are kept in order by thoughts of your light upon my gnomon
They just keep coming, though without a care as to whether or not they are heartrending
It's so sour to own a form of pain that is this condescending
A barren land uncultivated and so divided from this yeoman
Painless by comparison to a nose job given by the grindstone of life's knavery
Just as I finished; then, the ink ran dry right before me.....
It's in this here and now that I've broken out
I wanna scream, but they drown out every shout
Then I think of all the things I ought not talk about:
Have they ever not been a couple minutes too late?
Do they ever have their story straight?
Inside me, hope has made its case to abate....
Hung from ropes unknown, can you relate?
Am I the world's least astute gadabout?
What I feel is that my intentions are drawn and quartered; based fully on others' self-doubt
But there is no way I will let this point of pitiful; be an excuse to live life by copping out
And then, this good morning, how happy and glad you will be, day by day, week by week, year by year!
Who has not seen the dawn?
Who has not held the joy of sunrise?
When it came on, what was it but as if some eternal light had given glory to the world, and as if the future was made glorious before we saw it?
The air seemed full of it, and my soul, not wholly in tune with the day, seemed a full box of sunshine.
All, just all, was so lovely that I felt that it would not have been justice to anyone to send a low, dull, oppressive day to him.
If this morning did not deserve my raptures, I wondered what could possibly deserve them.
There is nothing in the world that is so delightful.
How did it get like this?
It is in one way to have these good mornings: this morning, this morning!
And yet the world was not designed for them.
Its beauty is only of such a loveliness that we are stupid if we can look at it without seeing the future glory of it.
To have them in the wintertime, when life is just beginning to stir, is something too wonderful to be seen merely as a convenience.
In order that the golden beauty may be present, the following conditions must be in operation.
First, a bare, clear sky must be free of clouds.
The sky has no dignity for its beauty if the heavens are full of clouds.
Second, no wind.
No wind is there for the clouds to play in; the sky should be entirely calm.
Third, no fog.
A night - fog, or fog that comes up like clouds out of the low country, is ugly and unnatural.
Fourth, there must be a break between two of their souls.
To crawl upward to the thin crust of Earth.
:: 03.29.2022 ::
Affirmation
Good job!!!
You did well!!
It's time to excel!!
I can only stop me,
I am stronger than I know
I did it for certain, though
I believe in me
I believe in you
I believe in chances
Over and over again
I believe that I can still win
I believe not to settle
I somehow have to get me together
Where do I start
Positively affirming
Speaking positivity over my life
Don't have forever to get it right
I am beautiful
On the inner and outer
I want to sprout
Be a sprouter
I have potential
I'm influential
I've come a long way
Despite what people thought
I am a better version of me
Today
I've come a mighty long way
My confidence is through the roof
My spirit is the truth
My spirit is contagious
I am fearful and courageous
I'm coming back for everything that I thought I couldn't have
Shaking hands with people, I never shook hands with
Doors opening left and right
It's my day and night
It's time for me to take flight
And fly
How will I know if I never try
I will try and try
And try again
You have to keep trying in order to win
Don't you know
Yes
That all you can give is your best
God will supply the rest
He affirms
To the affirmless
He yearns for the yearnless
For every bad thought
He has a good
He helps you understand
When you misunderstood
He sees you
He knows
Look to him
He's in control
He will make you whole again
Will always be your friend
When you feel alone
He will be there
When you affirm
In life, you have to earn
Speak life into your life
Whatever you do,
Written by Concetta Hardnett
03/27/2023
“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge…”*
Thus was the lamentable protest of the Lord Himself
…against wisdom-deficiency
Caused by truth-rejection, ignorance-reign,
…skepticism-prevalence!!!
Propped with such rally point, here am I with my educator-voice
Protesting against inimical means that hinder every learner’s access
To genuine quality education that fosters love to God and others.
Though I hail every government’s great educational thrust toward
national progress and development
I also bewail any educational system’s “destructive” drive
for global competition, intensifying “survival of the fittest” doctrine
smiting interdependence, drowning collaboration
enslaving others that are weak or incapable intellectually …
Yes, I advocate for free education;
Yet I negate for the abuse of such blessing
through negligence, slothfulness and passivity to study well,
while taking for granted school amenities…
Surely, I vote for education that fights poverty at all phases
But I oppose the use of education funds to champion
the cause of just the elite, depriving the impoverished
to accessible educational resources…
Indeed, I am for education that promotes total well-being
especially the moral-spiritual aspect along faith's enhancement
While I shun education that glorifies self against the Supreme Educator
defying His established order, leading to chaos.
*Hosea 4:6 My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.
April 5, 2019
6th place, "Protest poem : A poem with a message" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Stephen Pennell; judged on 4/6/2019.
Just six days was all it took God
to create the heavens and earth.
Most people dismiss this as odd,
just as they view the virgin birth.
Those who say God does not exist,
choose to believe the scientists.
Some try the Word of God to twist
by making a day an eon.
When the subject is origins,
one cannot trust the scientists.
Science provides explanations
of the way the natural world works.
Think through all the speculations
of how what exists came to be,
and you will be none the wiser,
after the exercise is through.
If as many strongly suggest
what now exists came from nothing,
laws nor eons create nothing,
so, we do know this is not true.
Nature is governed by great laws
despite its sheer complexity.
She declares that her creator
is divine, wise, and infinite.
Even if we start with order,
six billion years will yield decay,
and not the stunning symmetry
that science constantly unfolds.
Six billion years cannot create
what God accomplished in six days.
The mysteries that nature holds,
six billion years cannot unfold.
Marceau leans on air.
His ethereal stage, a muse.
Walls and limits come and go.
Rubber, his body
knowing what it wants.
His muscle’s tale born
in luster under polished light.
Each spectator becomes a believer,
each observer willingly accepts,
how hands make intangible dimensions,
how legs scale vaporous stairways.
You should never ask what they saw.
This myth maker made by
his allegory.
This illusion maker made by
his parable.
The converts so silent in
their seats.
The stage of rollick,
while viewers undergo the idyllic.
He ends
knowing each convert summoned their
symbolic order.
He ends
relying on collective unconsciousness.
He finishes
aware his act exists
only in the mind
of each beholder.
Once I was infrequent hard to pass ;
As God's righteous movement in my heart and my chest;
Caught up in mine spirit soul dysfunction;
Captured heart beating in my chest;
Why am I constipated with the world's thoughts;
I believe that I believe beliefs attitudes can't be brought;
Feelings emotions travel through the interstate highways of my mind and yet;
Subconsciously, I am abundantly yet still thinking;
reasoning what is my purpose I know my purpose;
And know I ain't been drinking, don't need no control substances to catch feelings;
There're mine, those of yesterday and tomorrows past through the glass;
Outwardly now I've forgotten;
But yesterdays life past stored, becomes tomorrow lessons;
Free will choices, yet in still you have three voices;
Whose do you hear, which one the quiet quietest ;
How I'm I chosen am I loved I know I am loved;
I'm a three-part being housed in a fleshly shell;
But am I instinct with Spirit soul body praise am I aware;
of the right order
Am I a witness witnessing believer more than with My soul;
But the real meaning in my spirit purpose is it love, it's love His love;
But yet through life's toils all along my body to rule;
When my spirit the center of me, should be the reverence of me balanced;
And my soul surrounds my heart endowed with due process;
I am His Child
Captured heart beating in my chest;
Why am I constipated with the world's thoughts;
I believe that I believe beliefs attitudes can't be brought;
Feelings emotions travel through the interstate highways of my mind and yet,
I fly I'm above in the heavenlies looking down with eagle eyes and I see what transpires
And I fly even higher I am God's child I am loose of this world, I am His Child;
Now I am influent infused filled with Him;
Diarrhea out my sins, been washed and cleansed;
Hung, laid up high on the cross, them there those my sins;
I'm a new vessel, under immediate construction;
Potholes been sealed I am influent infused filled with Him;
11/29/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Our final hour draws near
As the pillars of the earth
Are raised above the threshold
The human condition of primeval primitivity
It's tribal, and civilized devices
Our cherished, but brittle
and unstable societal constructs
Have been refined and pondered upon
By wisemen for a millennia
But they remain all the same
of gold and jewel hoarding merchant swine
Or the Lord of the land which still
Holds in his hand the peasant lives
have existed Since the days of Christ.
Fortunes and prestige was made
On backs of the slaves of man
No longer slaves of one color race or Creed
Be it the blindly led masses, or the ones
Who exist to fill a pair of Jack boots
To crush any who oppose the will of few
Imposed upon the liberty and lives of
the inumerable many
Kept in listless contention
like precious cattle cargo kept in comfort
In the moments before slaughter
No use for livestock who no longer can be soothed
By the noise of the static which has kept them subjugated
Slaves, by whatever name designated
As a product of which the era produces for them
Today still remained shackled
Even as they no longer have chains
To bind the spirit or flesh
The forgotten
Will not be extinguished
They writhe in ancestral rage
Their enemy oppressors
Shall be cleansed as pennance
In the fires of retribution
But the end will be swift
with coming winds of changes
Which will blow with the sands of time
Eroding the stone inscribed with the epitaph of humanity
"What hope could there be, for us, when the light that we possessed
Our compassion, the goodness of man,
is something learned and not inherent in our souls
And bring the torrent of uncivilized upheaval
Tearing us like weeds from their earthly respite
Grinding and rending us in our vessels
back into the soil and seas.
Relinquished to the warn embrace
of our celestial mothers womb
As she plants the cosmic seeds
Sowed in the brilliance of her aeons
And which grew the bountiful harvests
that fueled our creation
And let us to thrive
as we found our way
through a cruel,
but natural order of selection
The anomallic flux
In a fluid plasticity of
Biological machinations
With this tear halfway to heaven I love you, goodbye
Hear me calling you falling into you dreaming of you
I surrender all the way if I could the colour of my love
At last come to me Immortality in unison to love you more
Hear me calling you falling into you dreaming of you
Faith in us forget me not think twice set me free I'm your angel
At last come to me Immortality in unison to love you more
The power of love seduces me Fly love can move mountains
Faith in us forget me not think twice set me free I'm your angel
I surrender all the way if I could the colour of my love
The power of love seduces me Fly love can move mountains
With this tear halfway to heaven I love you, goodbye
Celine Dion songs in order: With This Tear. Halfway To Heaven. I Love You, Goodbye. Calling You. Falling Into You. Dreaming Of You. I Surrender. All The Way. If I Could. The Colour Of My Love. At Last. Come To Me. Immortality. Unison. To Love You More. Faith. Us. Forget Me Not. Think Twice. Set Me Free. I'm Your Angel. The Power Of Love. Seduces Me. Fly. Love Can Move Mountains.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 11, 2018 for contest MUSIC PANTOUM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
I gave up on winning my mothers approval because I never received it,
in doing so gave up on winning approval and set free of it,
I do not know what this win offers and thus I do not need it,
I do not crave peoples acceptance thus I do not seek it,
my self worth isn't based on how others choose to perceive it,
I see walking with the herd as a manipulated weakness,
filtering what's heard fronting fake a common feature,
the fitting in the needy fix a superficial fixture,
I'm a human amongst humans yet I am a different creature,
not driven by corrupted gains framing fraudulent picture,
achievements aint achievements if achieved through acts deceitful,
competition comes with honour when done honestly with people,
win or lose the honours true and selfish looks like evil,
sneaky sly behind ones back is hardly strong or lethal,
transparent honesty from me a helpless impulsive speaker,
I'll call you on your gaslighting unfair to those beneath ya,
confronting trouble causes trouble but I cannot leave it,
because trouble causes trouble and shielding it's defeatist,
allowing it only allows the starters to repeat it,
and everytime the trouble grows the trouble is exceeded,
alike approval grows a greedy taste and they must eat it,
too many of them climb the chain, leaderless as leaders,
without a gain to ascertain blind eyes refuse to beat it
avoiding wrongs to awkwardness no lesson my life teaches,
I was made to stand alone and fight them on the beaches,
my path is that, my path, on a course which only reaches,
stature born from fitting in stops freedom and breeds leaches,
the greater your approval needs, the greater is your weakness,
do what right, to do what right brings order and brings neatness
walking my own route through life, wearing my own sneakers!