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birth mother of our planet
in harmony with your solar partner
your cycles providing the very essence of life
today we salute you and your virtues
you’ve sustained unspeakable wrongdoings
through man’s history been overlooked and abused
ignorance and short sightedness a poor excuse
your mighty power could exact revenge but no
seeming to turn a blind eye to obscene shenanigans
your moon lover knows how to soothe your sorrow
you’ve been blessed with the wisdom of eternity
through the ages you’ve seen species come and go
we know you’re hurting in the dead of night
biding time with karma around the corner
yes indeed… forgiving mankind for once again
they know not what they do ~
AP: 1st place 2021
Read on air by invitation ~ June 8, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
A young man fresh
off to the war,
only to come back
a shadow
Through the years
the toll it took,
wasn’t overlooked
In a night
while we slept,
of one mans fright
he wept
Stumbling
through the house
screaming of war
the horror and carnage
his hatred of awe
He’d wake
from his terror
in a
cold hard sweat
and still
forgotten
I haven’t yet
the look
on his face
and pain
in his eyes
the hurt
he was feeling
deep inside
We would hold him,
and coo,
“Its all right Pa”
holding him close,
trying hard not to cry,
while shivers overtook
his body marred
In the darkness
he would quietly weep
we’d be told not to listen
“Bloody go back to sleep!”
I still lay and think
of those horrible night’s
remembering his fear
the horror and fright
I shed my own tears
for all his hurts
Remembering his sacrifice
till tears shake my girth
forgetting their sacrifice ?
never what its worth
Cat Nose had whiskers that could not be overlooked.
But her friends wanted her hitched, married and hooked.
They asked her to wear her mask, if she went on a date.
They cautioned her to not eat; or she would seal her fate.
She had plenty of suitors, but when the mask came off.
The men excused themselves with a summer cough.
They were gone in seconds, for they did not like that face.
We told her to keep on that mask, and do it with grace.
But I am Cat Nose, she argued, whiskers are fine.
We did not think so, but she walked a fine line.
She finally met a man who liked whiskers on his gal.
But politics was a contention with this fellow, Al.
So Cat Nose remained single, her whole life through.
A woman with whiskers, but what could we do?
Men do not like whiskers on their women folk.
So frankly, Cat Nose never had any matrimonial hope.
for Mary Ann..
What is nonduality?..she asked..
The Truth lies in this:
words are inadequate to explain
That which she already knows..!
There is a backing away
from our habitual entanglements
with the world out there
and this question arises:
Who is reading these words..?
Remembering our school years
and life's many classrooms
this vital question
was quite amazingly
never asked..
Seemingly overlooked
was our Self as witness
to each lesson learned..
The price of avoidance of
naming and experiencing
That which we always have been:
we accepted our brokenness
forgetting our identity
as Wholeness.. as Oneness
as.. I am...
(Response to Toby Keith’s ‘How Do You Like Me Now?’)
You were quite crazy.
Why did you break in?
Writing my number was a mistake.
I was better off than most of my friends.
I had honors.
I was embarrassed when people called me for “a good time.”
You sure as hell caught my attention.
I overlooked you because you were not my type.
I had too many calling me for a “good time.”
You did play too loud.
I am angered by your success.
I should have told my friends to go to hell.
I could have been next to you.
The only crazy one is me.
Sitting here today.
I didn’t want to love you.
Now you are the nightmare in my radio.
You make me angry.
I laughed because you were going out there to fail.
Of course I made fun of you because I never believed in you.
I thought you and your music was worthless.
Of course I wanted money what else is there in life.
Ha! (sarcastic)
I became his slave and that is my business not yours!
He is always working late with his secretary (sarcasm & eye roll).
Of course he found someone younger
They hear me crying because I have no one there for me.
Where is the snooze when you need it?
I know that voice.
Oh crap it is your voice.
I was angered by your success.
I should have told my friends to go to hell.
I could have been next to you.
The only crazy one is me.
Sitting here today.
I didn’t want to love you.
Now you are the nightmare in my radio.
I regret telling you no.
I’m sorry, please stop.
I will live with my regret
So I am told
Or lead to believe
As I am not an actual Doctor
Have studied Biology
Or any form of Medicine
But what I have heard of before
Is that Doctor's upon completion
Of their studies once qualified
Swear a
Hypothetical Oath
So simply in this regard
Can they in all good consciousness
Agree to perform
Sex reassignment surgery
Given that I assume or hope
Surely you wouldn't be able to pass
Any medical boards examination
If you cannot determine the difference
Between the sexes
Male or Female
Surely that above all
Human Anatomy
Day 1
Probably wouldn't even be covered
As it would and maybe be both overlooked
Assumed and presumed
As and should merely be taken from granted
Have you ever seen a sunset, that made you smile and weep?
How about a harvest moon, that simply knocked you off your feet.
Have you ever seen stars, that made you want to jump and fly?
How about a morning sunrise, that made you sit back and wonder why.
How can all of this beauty, which surrounds us every day?
Be overlooked and forgotten, by so many along the way.
If we all took a moment, and remembered where we are.
Maybe life could be a little better, and maybe not so hard.
I'm thankful for this day, and I wish for many more.
I'm happy that I can see, to admire and adore.
If I should ever lose my eyes, how sad that would truly be.
But I would be thankful for the poet, for they write down everything they see.
Battling for well
over seven years now,
Yet there's still
no change in sight,
Hoping to raise
awareness of the battles,
Myself and so
many other families fight
We're slowly drowning
in a failing system,
Fighting the same
needless war every day,
Just a typical
normal day at school,
As we enforce
education the "traditional way",
Usually kept separated
whenever they do go,
But they advocate
it's the best way,
No wonder it's
such a relentless battle,
Getting them to
attend even one day.
They're forever accused
of just being difficult,
Confined to a
learning or behavior zone,
With no possibility
of making any friends,
Being isolated at
break times all alone.
It's become pointless
even attending plan meetings,
They're just empty
promises of alternative care,
They destroy all
our trust or hope,
Realising their words
are only hot air.
How many more
children will be failed,
How bad do
things need to get,
Before it's accepted
this way isn't working,
Only prevents additional
support needs being met,
This hasn't exactly
come as a surprise,
Infact it's only
grown worse over time,
Why is it
the parents getting fined?
We're not the
ones committng a crime.
Because they don't
need to be fixed,
Or think who
they are is wrong,
All children should
be embraced, not excluded,
Where everyone can
feel like they belong.
To say it's
"in their best interests",
Makes me think
you must be deluded,
It's time that
all children were embraced,
Instead of being
ignored, overlooked and excluded.
Parallel Footprints
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes, I sought a solitary path of footprints
In winter’s barren woods made magical this night with glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch, each twig, in muffled silence of downy dusk.
Thinking I walked enfolded in the snowy twilight, only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints slowly walking side by side with my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody of the winter’s stormy forest celebration
Until the path uncurled around a curve revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler, familiar to my heart, plodding through windblown drifts
Bent, stooping beneath a burden slipping side to side with every step
Until the baggage pulled the bearer to the snowbound path -
A solitary figure captured in the jealous grip of gravity
I left my reveries in unmarked snow, new footprints in separation's snowy wall Lifting the burden to follow silent footprints, not lead, or walk, chambers of
The heart only trace the outline a friend's journey till we walk in parallel again.
4-30-21
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Zerah was the twin brother of Perez whose mom and dad were Judah and Tamar. Perez was a direct ancestor of Jesus, but Zerah's name also appears in Jesus' genealogy. Zerah was not a direct ancestor of Jesus, but 'he also mattered'.
Tamar's actions are ill advised and unacceptable by standards even in her day; but she felt that she had been overlooked and forgotten. So pretending to be a prostitute, she did the unthinkable by tricking Judah her father-in-law into conceiving a child with her. In so during, she became a direct ancestor of Jesus. Though ignored and rejected, she asserted herself and convinced others that 'she also mattered'.
Rahab was a citizen of ill repute in Jericho, a city doomed for destruction. Acting upon historical information she had acquired, Rahab brokered a deal with the spies that saved her life and that of her family. She was a prostitute who later married into the Hebrew family and became a direct ancestor of Jesus. 'She also mattered'.
Ruth was a Moabite and an unlikely candidate for the Messianic linkage. She made personal choices that were of the 'outside of the box variety'. She was selfless and never realized where such choices would take her. Her life and name, her submissive and teachable spirit speak volumes. 'She also mattered', and so does every creature on the face of the earth.
12012017 PS *Matthew 1 NIV