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Knowing how to explain love would make me a wealthy billionaire.
I have so many ideas, but they are mine, and maybe no one else’s.
If I am lucky, we might share a couple of theories, but love is so ambiguous.
A term that means so many different things to so many.
To me love is a puppy, kitty, lilac, lily, hug, kiss, shoulder pat, rainbow.
Some parents swear they are showing love when they beat their children.
“My dad loves my sister,” a boy told me once. “He tore the cover off the Bible beating her.”
Many women love their man no matter how badly they get treated, for they cannot stop.
“If you go home, he will kill you,” my nurse friend told the patient.
But she loved him, so she had to prove it, right?
To me this is a sad schema of what love is.
What kinds of people do you run with? You ask.
All kinds of people. Loving, everyday hopeful, optimistic trusting people.
Love is so many different things to us,
based on our experience, background, and heritage.
In some families love is a tradition, it is the thing to do,
expressed freely and warmly.
In other families, the matriarch tells you who, when, where and if to love.
Our ideas about love are often based on sounds, fragrances, memories, we share with no one.
The only thing I can tell you about for sure is, that love is tricky.
What is Love Contest
Written 2-3-2021
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils),
an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king,
(lion share of original tract
kept by Donald Neilson empire)
this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left gaping hole,
when Gambone Brothers
industrial machinery voraciously
made clean sweep,
without a trace of former imp pier
real resilient stately structured heart
of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear
the well built “grand Etta face dame”
helplessly, holistically humbly
brought to her knees
(gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more
than one pearl jammed shaped tear
trickled down chafed
sad reddened cheeks,
whose head must veer
away asper thine subsequently
blotted out never never never land
eclipsed by transient rubble,
thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,
no doubt a great ache,
when Saint Nick sought
sought in vain for
324 Templed throne every where!
Every Wednesday, standing outside
I nearly broke down and cried
Seeing her pass on by
Taking her own baby to die
No there’s nothing I can do
Not even telling her what’s true
Or how they have continually lied
Because I’m just standing outside
Some walking in with their parents
Driving up in a Mercedes Benz
Saying don’t worry all will be right
We'll go out for dinner later on tonight
Thinking, as I’m standing across the street
Maybe one day we will meet
With my baby tucked under my arm
Protected from any such harm
Yeah when your standing over here
The view is oh so clear
Maybe you should come over and see
And just let that poor baby be!
I know I have a special purpose for my life,
I'm just struggling to answer
One question, what's my calling?
I don't know.
God I'm struggling I don't know what to do
What is it that I want to do?
I thought I knew at one point, but that plan didn't go
Like driving in a car but the air won't flow.
I know I'm your beloved son
And in me is whom you are well pleased
But sometimes I feel lost
Without a guide to point me down the right path.
Help me to see who it is I'm called be,
Who am I supposed to lead?
I don't have any answers
I pray you speak to me.
Help me hear what it is you want from me
As I begin to cry, I wish I could wipe my eyes
But tears still continue to fall from my eyes.
No matter how much I try my cheeks will never be dry
God I don't what am I supposed to do?
Pray and wait for you
I remember a few weeks back, my friend sent me a text
Saying she supports and believes in my dreams,
My parents said the same thing
So I know I'm loved and supported
By love from up above
Open my ear God I need to hear from you
What it is that I'm called to do?
Show others the light of Christ
How can I do that, when I don't even know your calling for my life?
I feel like I'm letting everyone down
I have no answers.
I want to make an impact but can't reenact my old plan
I accept that I need help, God reveal your plan.
I put my life in your hands
Please show me your perfect plan
And I will be the best me that I can
I give you full control,
Help me get my life under control.
I know I'll find my place you always make a way
No matter what path I take you will make everything okay
I have chosen to follow only in your ways
And read your word for the rest of my days.
I'm not in this on my own there's no way,
I can't make it traveling my own way
I need help, I need advice.
I know you'll never leave my side
No need for me to duck and hide.
You're glued to me, more like me to you
After all, everything I will ever need is found in you.
My old nature has been tossed out,
I'm a new man with a new plan
Reequipped and reset
Now I'm ready for the next step.
Get a vision, create a path,
Time for me to get my life back on track.
I know I have a special calling on my life
To share the light of Jesus Christ
What's your calling for my life?
I don't know what's my calling?
Ad Hoc Ad Litem: CHAPTER 2
Reverse Psychology has no real true antonym, if so, it would be known as persuasive psychology which is nonsensical and the redundancy of the word psychology be removed. On the other hand, Reverse Psychology has been used time and again, throughout RECORDED history since the year 1 BC, when the serpent did that number on Eve, who did it on Adam.
1a] It was my Dad who said to Mom, I overheard on the phone, that they were up to something. Did Mom say good or bad? Did they ask you why we moved to the mainland? No, that you got a good job up here, that's all. Then they are asking son.
1b] Reverse psychology Dad used them, as I did higher learning courses during the computerless era of the mid-70s stuck in the library, tutored high schoolers all older than me, a third of which was my cousins--family alma mater. My benefit was a memorable life, except for my son's loss, I would not change anything else.
2] Reverse psychology benefited them--Hell yes! Some came to my graduation, all standing ovations and laughter being the only one left standing the longest recipient of scholarships. These high-ranking officials of the State of Hawaii, dignitaries all, shaking their hands with my proud parents, and no bowls of water to have them washed. Hawaii School Board was there, it was all too apparent. Those dignitaries shook my hands too, and went back to their well-secured political seats for the rest of their lifetimes. Their benefits were more than just seats, public buildings, parks, beaches, highways, and submarines, even our beloved Aloha State's largest airport is named after my biggest benefactor, who was also my graduation class commencement speaker, the Late Former Senator Daniel Inouye.
Christmas day seemed to always land on a Sunday, when I was a miss.
Weird, but church is what I always remember every single Christmas
We would wake up too early, and get sent rapidly back to bed.
Our parents took no nonsense from any of us, their rules in lead.
We were told when we could come out, not one minute before.
We did not have seventeen presents, or hundreds of them galore.
We usually had three or four presents apiece, this was not grandma’s house.
The cookies left out for Santa had been nibbled, as if there had been a mouse.
We tore open the wrapping and got something we never saw coming.
This was before TV showed us what was valuable, or what was slumming.
We liked whatever it was, or at least pretended to like it.
For to do anything else would have caused a huge parental fit.
We thanked our parents, and helped set the breakfast table.
We had to call our great aunts Dorothy and Miss Mable.
To say thank you for the hand-knitted stuff they sent to us.
They loved hearing from us we gave them such a big fuss!
Oh, I ask, is it my appearance or rather to say my looks,
Or is it my stature that has gone according to the book.
I wonder if it’s my age or demeanor,
that has made older people so much meaner.
I call upon my brethren and I ask,
is not this rule that was placed upon our mentality such a burden.
Many our age overlook this rule,
and their new best friend ends up being a warden.
Now I never know if I’m truly wrong or right,
because thou answer of an oldster always makes them look like a knight.
They infinitely compare us to one another,
not knowing how it’s so much of a bother.
Hold on to reality a little longer,
and do not let man become your enemy.
For we don't have all eternity to confine all these things internally.
They are just exclusive weapons to bring about our downfall.
When looking love and beauty
and how in our life they may apply…
we need to look no further
than to every hello and goodbye.
When we witness the wonder of childbirth…
see a new life miraculously grow
we discover in that moment…
all the love and beauty
there is in a hello.
When that baby joins his parents…
when two people become three
we discover over and over again…
the love and beauty of family.
When our family gathers together…
in that moment…
and every moment after
we discover the beauty contained in a smile…
and the love there is in laughter.
When we witness our family’s heartaches
our hardships, sorrows and fears
we discover all the love and beauty
embedded in shared tears.
And when we gather around a family member
who is about to die…
we discover in those moments…
he love…
and the beauty…
of goodbye.
We are but temporary visitors here…
which means we need to try…
to find the love and beauty inherent
in every hello…
and goodbye.
The Wonder of Christmas
Kevin Davis, 2024
When I was very young, Christmas brimmed with wonder,
Running here and there, our world a joyful thunder.
We watched the glowing lights and felt snowflakes fall,
Parents, brothers, sisters—together, one and all.
We visited our friends and family, joy everywhere,
Green trees, sweet music, and treats we loved to share.
Each day we searched through catalogs of toys and dreams,
And wrote our hopeful letters, weaving Christmas schemes.
On Christmas morn we woke with bright and eager eyes,
Presents wrapped in colors—each a glad surprise.
The scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air,
As carols by the fire warmed hearts with love and care.
Laughter rang, stories spun, traditions old and new;
Within that home of love, our happiness just grew.
And never did we lose the truth of how joy began—
The Son of God was born to free the soul of man.
So now each year, as gentle snowflakes fall,
We gather close and cherish one and all.
With love and light, we celebrate and know:
In Christmas magic, peace and hope still to glow.
William was whispering and weeping sad words echoing,
It was my turn answering calls at a kids call in this evening;
And I was listening to William as my heart was just breaking,
He had only been living eight years and he was really suffering.
William was whispering and weeping sad words echoing,
He told me crying that mean words were like whips lashing;
His parents said he was worthless, freaking stupid, not worth living,
And he was whispering to me that for awhile his arms he was cutting.
William was whispering and weeping sad words echoing,
He told me that he was thinking to end all the pain by hanging;
In panic, I tried to keep him talking while the police I was calling,
Then, the phone went dead and I was left blinking, my soul chilling.
The police called, telling me, William was safe, now I was weeping.
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April 7, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Alliteration/Internal Rhyme/Whispering and Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 16-775-629-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, It Shouldn't Hurt To Be A Child
sponsor, Becca Teagan
Honorable Mention