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With anyone daring or caring enough to listen, he shared stories of experiences he had with her, about moments shared and places they went. When we met, he sensed in me someone he could trust. He feared exposing her true identity to anyone lest someone would call the authorities whom he feared would have him committed.
Everything he did, she did. Everywhere he went, she went. He could not truly feel lost without her because he never allowed himself to be without her. She was first and foremost above all others, and nothing came before, during, between, or after her. She was part and parcel of everything he was. He always listened and spoke to her, every moment was precious, never wasted.
He always carried a beautifully painted rock about the size of a golfball. He had sanded the rock to a very smooth appearance rather soothing to the touch. The rock was not to remind him of her but represented someone to have, to touch, to hold, and to hug. It was not because he had once loved and romanced another human being. No, his life was not one of failed relationships. It was the rock itself, a lifeless entity conceived and born in his own heart. He named the rock 'Miss Rock'.
Every night before bed, he would have those last intimate moments with Miss Rock. He sat her on a specially-made table created just for her upon which never sat anything more than a speck of dust which he was careful to always wipe clean every night. Those before-bed moments were most sacred. He never claimed to be deist, atheist, or agnostic, but if there was a goddess, Miss Rock was his, and he worshiped her 24-7.
063020PSCtest, A Contest About A Goddess Or God-Not The God, Caren Krutsinger. 3P
In this write my spirit stands.' To curse satans war on all
Humans.' For the move in taking babes from mothers breasts.' To g m crops and toxic weed killrs all drawn from
A loathsome war chest.' Used to weaken bones and skin
And immunity.' Along with flouride waste added in; so we see' the demonic involvd in some 'rock and pop' the push on
Masculine positive traits, is part of the rot.' The almost now
Obligatory programming.? I feel to drive women to beleive
That a slot in commerce they must fill.' Its by talk of glass
Ceilings.' And we should see through.' With a ittle savvy i'd
Say its needed ' for this life in 'complete overkill' I watch
The women at football.? And boxing weightlifting too?? Oh
And then theres the craze 'among many' of getting heavily tattoed.? Some claim its addictive.' ( to women and men) For me I like bare skin
Which I guess could be said is 'a nod to sin? Well I'll
Admit i'm not perfect.? Yet what about geting old? Who will
Know what is the pattern.' When the flesh hangs in folds??
Yet back to 'just the masculine' and its attraction to women
For I think thats really why they are 'into tough competitions?' Well to me its quite he opposite.' They should be doing.' Its not their niche.. Or strength per-se.??
Men really value comley women.' Maybe a few must fetch
And hew.' If that can't be avoided.' To make ends meet? yet
In honest speak 'its better well avoided' yet times the test
And influencers flow is now really part and parcel.' Where
Evil bland.?? Even banal is planned.' Sorted and disported
To me its thick and oversick cotorted; over the top. Along with processed food and processed 'news?' Wow and there is
More to go.' The more i think? In some n g o's And consider all thats out there.!! Operated by trolls; hyped and on a roll of debt and
Public money.' All i hear is war.' Its an eyesight sore and
Plays each night to morning ' yet here I curse each one of
Those' who push all of such garbage.' All child abuse all drug abuse..Deepest hell is your fate.' Where you will never
See another morning.!
Whose is the heart that bursts with pride each time she sees your face.
Whose are the eyes that dart about, to check your world is safe.
Whose are the arms that wrap you up and hold you tight and close.
Whose is the love that's always there whenever you need it most.
Whose is the smile that lights the room when you are smiling too.
Whose shoulder is the place to be, when only a cuddle will do.
Whose chest is warm and comforting when you're a weary soul.
Whose motivation only has your happiness as her goal.
Whose are the tears that cry for you as you grow old and free.
Whose is the heart that aches so much, in the space where you should be.
Whose is the head that knows that you must find your path alone.
Whose is the voice that welcomes you each time you go back home.
Who could have so many facets that make her oh so great.
Who has you on her mind each day, and today we celebrate.
Whose hands hold and guide you, in a way unlike another.
All these are part and parcel of the joys of being a mother.
Vigorous, vivid, bewildering, bright songsters,
That could calmly enchant the cruelest of monsters;
Belonging to the flinch family of Red Birds,
Each of their utterances is sweet poetic words...!
Cardinal, with a unique crest and red plumage,
His maid, a great singer, makes in woods her roomage;
No cathedral. yet, he's a cardinal, in red,
On red rose and white rose he finds his cozy bed...!
Part and parcel of all Christmas decorations,
Nourishing on sunflower seeds and creations;
Roses tell tales many; cardinals enjoy,
Each, in their presence, feels pleasant; completely coy...!
I find my very self in the cardinal birds,
As he sings my heart's unarticulated words;
In my good times and bad cardinals are around,
With rose roses to make me integrally sound...!!!
28 December 2022
The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Forsooth impeachment hearings appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke - bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,
viz unbridled espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main
part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal stormy reign
vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,
no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid
hirling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom
Post mortem courtesy
Doctor Demento yielded
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet knocked senseless
from brutal blows upon her crown
simultaneously shouldering existential crisis
triggered nervous breakdown
though rendered mute
sound of silence doth expound.
Forsooth impeachment hearings
rendered him immune
to chastisement, insurrection
he did foment, blithely
skirting impairment appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke – as a red badge of courage
bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,
viz unbridled thundering,
espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right cold play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main
part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal and carnal
stormy Daniels reign
vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,
no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid
hireling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being
where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't
no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
All we are part and parcel of the world
see all are tiny soul droplets of the whole
to enter in to pure insight demands to wash outer sight
everything will be clearly seen then the reality
so to rebuild resurrect purify again and again
no matter the positions where we lie
feel keep the whole world on soft small palms
see yourself with in it from every angles
feel yours only yours you are of yourself only
in your yourself all yourselves are related own
God asks to reach His purposed destination
Delfin
Free Verse
SATURDAY, May 28 2022
When in this world you bade adieu
Leaving your siblings and family in sorrow
But here am i now, paying my last respect to you
Eleven years we haven't seen each other
Now I see you, but can see me no more
As I gaze at you inside that fancy casket
Tears roll back in my face
Delfin at age 71
For me you're still very young
There are still many things to do
Yes, many things to do that to God we offer
I still remember when we were together young
Living in that dusty town called Nampicuan
Many escapades we have done
That made our parents intensely and extremely mad
Those are adventurous actions and capriccios
A part and parcel of being lad’s didos
A modern James Dean in the streets
But became mellow in your old age.
Your teen-age caper and knavery
Are all things to remember
It always remain in my heart and mind
A knocker of my memory in case oblivion prevails.
Like your Big Brother Tito
Who left us 30 years ago
Won't forget when we we’re all growing up
Attending worship services and playing with friends.
Now you are like him
Resting in peace, waiting for Christ's second coming
On that Day we all be together again
In the New Jerusalem with our parents as well
You are so blessed my Dear Brother
You can not make any kind of blunder again
While we are still in this crooked and vile world
Fighting for our faith, defending for our fate
I bought a new television for my home, It was the first telly in the village , All the villagers visited my home to see it , And it was a showcase at the center of the hall
No one was allowed to touch the new box,
Only my mother had the privilege to use it, She walked royally and switched on the Tv , And sat on the chair in front of the small screen.
The boys rushed to my house at ten o'clock , And sat before the tube and watched cricket , They made more noise throughout the day , Which disturbed our normal daily life.
My place was filled with women in the evening , They enjoyed the old and new cinema songs, The dwelling was empty after ten o'clock , My mother was shouting at herself to clean the house.
My house was a noisy mansion all day, The villagers visited my house like travelers, TV has become part and parcel of modern life,
What an amazing google box it was!.
(Five Buddha Mandala, 2018, original encaustic)
Notes on Religion and Faith
The superstition of religious content applies to all religions and faiths.
They are the context of faith.
But the faith itself and how it is focused on (absorbed into) is the true religion free of concepts and conventional knowledge/mythology.
Obviously such a true religion is universal, part and parcel of Life itself.
In other words, the forms (of devotion and meditation) are important (or true) only in how they get us to engage.
And the degree of faith is what determines the degree of engagement/absorption.
Once absorbed there is no duality, so no room for distinctions (all the varieties of subjects and objects).
For liberation to occur (real freedom from confusion/delusion) absolute engagement/absorption must occur, at least for a moment.
Meditation is thus the excuse to become intimately familiar with our true nature.
And what is true has no place for what is false; superstition and contrivance.
Meditation for one might be very different for another.
And thus we can never really tell how accomplished and liberated anyone else is.
It’s hard enough just trying to track that for oneself!
Within Us and Without Us
The world is full of hierarchies,
It’s the definition of the world,
And yet, what it’s all based on
What really matters
Is without distinction
Without boundary
Without limit
Without separation
Without change
Without existence
(10/31/23)