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As A child she had such big dreams of her life yet to be, oh how sure of that felt she! How she loved to dream though about her perfect prince yet to come, and when that time came she would not be to young. But for now she would sing and dance, until she was old enough to have that chance. Years went by and then one day she realized how from her the time had sprung , and now she was not too young. One day when she was not in the least expecting it , A guy caught her as from A fall she was about to slip. He came from nowhere, and he certainly did not try to even slightly his charm spare. Then one day she felt like he let his charm slip , and for A minute she thought she lost her grip.He knew how to use his words , for her to quickly reassure. As time went on though sometimes she thought she caught A glimpse of something dark, but when she tried to pinpoint it she could not seem to get to its mark. If it was not so then surely it was as if someone had covered up A snake, by making it look like A luscious chocolate cake! Yes this girl wanted it all, oh but how she was going for A fall. She always choose to let the good outweigh the bad, for she really did not like to be sad! She erased the bad from her mind, and went about her life as if she were blind. She looked high up in the sky and saw the sun , but choose to forget the days like rain that did not make her life fun. She just wanted to be happy and have A half full glass, was that too much to ask? But one day she saw him with another girl, and it seemed like the end of her world. The prince just laughed and said, you believed me when I told you that you were the only one, and here I did it just for fun. And you have always believed my words and I just like to play, and you just happened to one day fall in my way. The girl said well I do have one thing to thank you for, even if it seemed to me like A chore. And that is I was given A preview test and you helped me practice so surely there is no doubt anymore, what answers to now look for. And here you thought you took something from me and that from it lost was the score, no that is not true and now I will not fail the test ever......... no not anymore!
No citadel’s too tall for mortals like you.
Even acclivity of mounts fear of bipeds like you.
Adam’s ale in its ampleness has lost its meaning.
And only with your condonance,
do the flowers un-bud and birds do sing.
But let’s see, if this almighty can pass in my little catechism;
And a test it is; shouldn’t be misconceived with any criticism:
So, in the unfolding, will you also make the butterfly to unfold,
its hued aileron as per your yearn and control?
And As per your hankering, will you as well repaint,
the black calamus of the cormorant?
What has been quenching the thirst for years,
will now go from blue to black?
will you do all this to everyone and
Then save yourself the flak?
Will the new clock scoot a tick?
The viaducts have no brick?
Will the berdas rumble and the cougars sing?
Will the off-springs dummy up their begetters in the forthcoming?
Succumb or give an answer, are the only ways you’ve got!
Cause’ what you’ve been doing, I dub it as prying.
And there exists no amnesty for what you’ve been trying.
You’ve been a fine jeweler for the prime;
Validating the originality of a corundum’s been your style.
So how come you changed your vogue; negative appraisal is all you report?
Since when were you born with the power to transmogrify?
One could not get to azure, if you ever denied?
It’s never too late for home, even if you start back today,
You’re never too late for home, if you grow into a new You on the way.
You’ve been vexing the orb for years and yet go on, cause it owns no speech.
Narcissistic you are I hate to say; You never did as you preached.
But you still get a chance, to outweigh all your flaws,
Capitulate to the architect; cause he’s the only one who knows,
How the orb would relearn to live and the art for the orb to re-grow.
To bend is not for the anemic; But for those who aspire to learn.
Meek you’re not but strong enough to have ‘to be transformed’, as what you yearn.
Believe me when you reach home today,
they will get to see the stronger You.
For yes, I’d still like to admit
No citadel’s too tall for a mortal like you.
Form:
TransGender Women of Color, have the advantage
in a white male dominant culture,
have an advantage
for finding therapeutic tools
for awareness of marginalizing
traumatic business as usual
weapons against Earth's universal health care.
Just as RightBrain co-investors
in sharing traumatic fear
and therapeutic love feelings
have the open awareness advantage
in a LeftBrain dominant tragic/comedic
ZeroSum
closed-system
degenerating
entropic
misanthropic monoculture
Cooperatively finding Left/Right win/win co-operative
resonant potential
where Republican wealthy capitalists
must live unliberties of dissonance
with all that great spiritual leaders have taught
about compassion
experiencing nonviolence
and sacred integrity of co-empathic
co-investment narratives in
and on
and under
and above
Whole OpenSystemic Earth.
I wish there were more middle-range,
more passionate mediation space,
more sacred forgiving pace,
less racing
avidly terrified of insufficient
human profit place,
A more comforting
short-term purgatory
between RightWing
"Vengeance is Mine"
saith The SWM Lord
And quasi-liberated LeftWing
"Seize Our Feminist SelfServing Day"
Ignoring spacious win/win potential
sharing stories
of when our species
has best grabbed hold
of Self/Other Empowering Ways
to co-operate humane multicultural
interreligious integrity
with EarthPatriotic polycultural
interdependent synergy
No longer ignoring,
but rather inviting,
our potential,
historical,
polycultural loving
and curious,
engaging,
mysteriously regenerative
EarthEmpowering Nights
Reflecting stardust bright
comforting integrity,
agreeing to agree
with therapeutic loving peace
personal stories
politically empowering
Engaging cooperative embrace
with constant curiosity
rather than settling for saving face
midst mindless mediocrity
Settling for another story
of anxious loss
and fear
that not only I don't count,
but we don't matter
When traumatic win/lose risks
outweigh therapeutic win/win
co-passionately cooperative,
curiously co-empathic
opportunities.
It all started with a countdown from ten...
My own self-destruction shall begin
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
From trying to get hired
To trying NOT to get fired
Jesus! I can't control all this rage
Should I let the beast out of his cage?
As I struggle in this maze
I'm forever in a daze
I've been struggling for thousands of days
Been hurt in thousands of ways...
I get to nine
I'm starving but refuse to dine
Thirsty but refuse to drink wine
It hurts but I never whine
I thought life was sweet but it's sour like lime
This mountain I can't climb
Add good plus good it equals bad all the time...
Now that I'm at eight
Im far from straight
More like crooked
I had infinite patience but something took it
Maybe trials and tribulations
Lead to my anger accumulation
Which causes my heart to harden
Oh! Has the devil smarten...
Seven
Before I self destruct will I reside in heaven?
Does my best outweigh my worst?
I have words for the Lord and Satan but who shall I speak to first...?
I get down to six
But I don't have that many picks
When I die on Earth I shall leave my wits
No I take it back, I'll need those
So in my casket dress me in comfortable clothes...
Halfway at five
I no longer feel alive
I strive
To quicken my pace to an even stride
I'm having a meltdown, is it really worth living?
I possess a gift, is it really worth giving?
Not at all because I never take
Have my cake and eat it too, but I refuse to bake
Speaking of bake, it's hot
Like 100 degrees fareinheit
Or should I say farein-hot?
Maybe not...
Now I'm at four
As my heart beats slowly in my chest
My spirit beats on Death's door
I shall struggle no more
The bloody battles
The gore
This scripture is my farewell lore...
Now the number is three
As my worries grow tall as Eden's tree
But my grave won't be in that garden
With Adam and Eve
I beg your pardon...
But that's two bodies
My magic number
I collapse on the floor
Drifting into a slumber
I close my eyes
My spirit rose to the skies...
I never made it to one
Meltdown is complete
Entity level is none...none...none..
Whenever I drown in the river of tears,
You have always been there to overcome all my fears;
Your guidance has every time thrown light in the path of darkness,
The beatings given by you resisted me to do any further menace;
Hats off to your effort to handle a child like me,
Without a father,find every pinch of time free;
I miss you every time whenever alone in streets,
Imagining to walk through the gates of joy matching with your feet;
Why should I wish for any gift on my birthdays?
When the Almighty has given me the best person who resides in my instincts everyday;
Your concern for me is never hidden from any side,
My love for you would lasts till my last drop of blood flow in the tide;
Your deteriorating health scares my mind,
To see you improvise is one of my first priority to find;
Your devotion to work always touched my heart,
Always set a target to get lead over you by putting a benchmark,
You are the home of blessings,
Wish I could have inherited some of your belongings;
My whatever achievements is owed to you,
The smile on your face eradicates all my worries whichever I pursue;
The Sun's glaze can never stand against your will,
Your diplomatic talks can outweigh the silence of moonlight to set peace with evil;
My unsung desires never required any words to express it to you,
I don't know how these things transmitted to your mind with every instant flew;
The wake up calls always angered me in the past,
The reason behind it never came to idiot boy such fast;
Whenever I am in need of father,
Your dual role enabled nothing to bother;
The verdicts of your acts influenced my ambition a lot,
Getting you as coach trained me to have course of victory with each defeat block;
At this phase of my life I can't afford to give you a gift,
May God give us every moment to remember something which would be sweet;
On the most special day of your life I won't sense my presence,
The biggest grudge I would ever have which will taunt it's essence;
Thanks for everything you gave all these years,
Mummy,you are the most loving person among my beloved dears.
light weight lamps outweigh surrounding darkness
float on wavy strings of lucid reason and emotion
translucent Christmas decorations are up to cheer
but ill-humoured disbelief has tripped the fuse box
remember there was a halo but just one single candle
close to the manger to minimize the risk of burning
the crowded inn sheltering hope and weary migrants
displaced marginalized and exhausted from pregnancy
Mary cast a passionate glimpse on her naked offspring
immaculate in her faith and her belief in human love
spreading like a wild fire into shadows of hardship
as the sun of politics and false religion already cast
the image of crucifixion at the cross roads of Jerusalem
and yet she nursed the baby in strong arms and mind
shepherds flocked around radiance of a guardian angel
scented spices took away the foul stench of the barn
cast away in safety of frankincense myrrh and gold
but alchemists already waited to secure a silver shilling
so heavy that it was difficult to turn the temple’s table
fixed upon the burden of dogma false shine and crusades
Joseph reminded doubters of glow and lustre to prevail
Mary took a thread from the loincloth of her baby boy
braided a bit of cotton into wicks and gave them freely
to those who knocked helplessly upon the stable door
the homeless often share more than those who can afford
but only give generous amounts of self-righteousness to
further their mercurial almost satanical inequitable quest
they fear that the little saviour undermined their wealth
some say the story is a historical myth and fabrication
with Christianity a deceiving invention to distract from
monopoly of market trading and the heavy price of shares
and bright light only resides in vaults while safe boxes are
the key to happiness and the miracle of being able to buy
one hundred chandeliers to illuminate opulent housing
but in my own heart I prefer the message of good will
07th December 2020
The Light Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Iv been married nearly 8 years
There's been lots of laughter and a few tears
My husband has seen the worst of me
The best of me, I'm not sure I let free
He reads my poems, tears in his eyes
He reads through everything I try to hide
He says they sound like I'm all alone
But his love means more than I can ever show
Iv been conditioned not to share my feelings
Scared the truth would make him leave me
But he told me today thats not the case
That a marriage with secrets is not our fate
The problem is iv never felt this way
Angry or sad both to outweigh
Heartbroken in love many times before
Heartbroken by family hurts so much more
Iv kept everything inside for too long
I need to tell him I'm not that strong
I'm scared that if my barriers fall
His love for me will be no more
How can I tell him how broken I am
That my "strong independence" is all a scam
I know with him I can be the real me
But there lies the problem, I hate who I see
She did that, she wore me down
Never built me up, made me the clown
Never made to feel pretty, it was the outside that mattered
How can he love me when my hearts in shatters
I know he's scared, I see it on his face
I cant add on him my fall from grace
But I need him to know, I love him dear
And that losing him is my biggest fear
When he reads my verses I want him to see
That all I hide is how I hate to be me
I know I am surrounded by love, he is my home
But feelings are easier when written in a poem
I love this man with all my heart
But im scared to show him my mind is so dark
Who would want to love someone so damaged?
But I'll tell him the truth to save our marriage
In sickness and health, till death do us part
The vows we took forever in heart
So maybe I will let him see today,
The real me as I know he will stay
I'm not alone and I know I'm loved
I trust him not to break my heart
The best part of me is him
Together forever, through thick and thin
I hope he still loves me now iv let him in....
thought to be
deadened
after the attack
from another
where one let one
in &
it didn’t turn out as
beautiful
as was thought to be
had, because the
storybooks lie &
the movies lie better,
but horny is as horny
does & along comes
another drama to add
to the
suitcase,
which we each drag
throughout our lives until
we finally get to drop it.
though the heart is black &
the mind is exhausted &
the hands are told to
castrate oneself to keep
anything from ever happening
again,
the path leads on & you walk it
because
what the **** else are you gonna
do?
no direction comes &
no one knows more than you,
no text written before you tells any
truth, which hasn’t been worked out
to oblivion now &
the sounds that you love to listen to
will do &
the feelings that you love to indulge in
will do &
because the choice to dive in again
is but yours to
foster.
throwing logs on the fire
even though the friends say to stop,
throwing logs on the fire,
even though the passion seems too much,
throwing logs on the fire
even though their eyes may be drifting,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the jealousy doesn’t stop the wanting,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the fighting leads to better sex,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the sex leads to better fighting,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the lack of fascination in the other
leads each to another,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the straying leads to passion in both
contexts,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the demands (physically/mentally/emotionally)
begin to outweigh the process,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the parties involved want you all to
themselves,
throwing logs on the fire,
when you haven’t enough energy to spread it thin
anymore,
throwing logs on the fire,
and choosing one over the other,
throwing logs on the fire,
like picking the wrong teller at the bank &
watching the lines on both sides of you
move faster & more precisely,
throwing logs on the fire,
back to the beginning,
with no logs left to throw,
back to the beginning with
embers
still
flickering.
Why do they hate so?
They expound forgiveness
But malign half of humanity
It is the gravest sin
That they do not wish to know
The human race cannot exist
Without a mixture of men and women
Men crave priority
While the woman is meant to follow
Through ignorance and machismo
They delete themselves from posterity
The creed of embracing all that they preach
Forgotten when selecting the gods
That inhabit their one sided hierarchy
They court and woo controversy
Discriminating on a grand scale
The X chromosome
Must have only a reproductive role
Of no spiritual worth
A selfish message they send
To future generations
Today will be tomorrows past
Spitefulness will be all they have to tell
To a more liberal generation
Who may think ; what the hell!
The stain of no sisterly love
Does imperil
The hard fought for longevity of a church
That for some is the centre of society
Stifling female advancement
Is a wanton disregard for the maker
Who created all in his image
We are told that
He loves us all
No matter if we wear pants or skirts
The soul it seems has no sex
Side-lined for their femininity
Traduced for being as god created
Women are second class in a world
Where acceptance of the divine
Should outweigh gender dog fighting
A shaky foundation is today’s Christian ethos
The lack of understanding and
The ability to forgive
Has reduced respect for a beacon of society
A grievous and irrevocable manoeuvre
The male domination of the soul
Is but a wilful and audacious folly
The human race will not exist
If women are thought of as a bother
To look at the future of the church
Is to gaze into a cloudy ball
The smoke of destruction evident to all about
Except the Don Quixotes
Who stubbornly fight the inevitable
Bolstered by their own ill will
The health of the church
Is paramount for its survival
The acceptance of those who believe
Irrespective of their genes will extend
The work on earth of Christ above
Let us worship and serve god as one
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
goods put on layaway
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.