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Disclaimer: this is based off of a personal experience and not meant to conflict it’s anyone’s views on the matter. Just my personal experience.
Got a visit from a friend
Who must have wondered how I’d been
Out of nowhere he said hello
Then I miss you man
There were pictures on the wall
His Smiling face and beer in hand
Just like the old times here
And how I remembered them
Then I asked him....how is Heaven
He said.....
I don’t understand the question
It was then and there I knew
He had come to warn about the things
I was going thru
I heard without a word
If you plan to see the light
You gotta stay and find a way
To make things right
So you won’t question....
How is Heaven
I woke with up with a new vision
A little clearer line of sight
Like a prophet from my past
Spoke to me last tonight
Was it love or a warning
I prayed as if to say
Lord if he still wanders
May he find his way....
So he won’t question...
How is Heaven
He said;
I don’t understand the question
It was then and there I knew
He had come to warn about the things
I was going thru
I heard without a word
If you plan to see the light
You gotta stay and find a way
To make things right
So you won’t question....
How is Heaven
Is this his way at redemption
Or a way to change his fate
Could his Heaven be granted
For each soul he saves....
May he find the answer....
To how is Heaven
Got a visit from a friend
Who must have wondered how I’d been
Out of nowhere he said hello
Then I miss you man....
I met one ant in my house.
I read about a second ant.
The second ant is another story.
If forced to give the first ant a name,.
I would most gladly call him Terry.
There was no interaction with the
Other ant that I only read about, but
I learned a valuable life-lesson from him.
However, the no name ant is another story.
My personal experience was with Terry.
Terry, heading west on my bathroom
Floor, suddenly turned right to go north.
Just to interact with him, I tried to turn him
Back north. He did not like my interference.
I offered him certain treats, but he said, "No".
So I left him alone.
I then proceeded to do other nessisary
chores and soon forgot about Terry.
I later remembered him and returned to see if he could be found. To my utter amazement and
Surprise, When I looked under the sink cabinet,
I witnessed an ant being reeled in by a spider.
I assumed it was Terry. Lesson learned?
If for any reason, you are advised by another,
Listen and proceed with caution, or turn
Around.
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
She waves her tail large the size of her
teeth
River Ethiope has swallowed a big
fish
Her hungry is a mystery
feed
Her fangs cold like her broad
hips
She is a regurgitating
beast
chews her cods
slowly
she raises her prey up down
up again and down then up
the third time and. finally chews
after some days in the belly
vomit it prey
stiff
stilled
ill
many forgotten souls lie beneath her. deep
River Ethiope has hijacked another student
Like a hawk she dives prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps like cyclone and steals
At the brink
of her mouth another
Final year scholar she drinks who
Gone to be with the swim
is gone into
thin air only to be seen
days later on
top of her skin white, stiff still
Eyes pop out.
River Ethiope is a. beast
She never get filled
River Ethiope is found in Niger Delta area
Located in Ethiope East, Delta state in Nigeria
This poem is based on a true life story
With close personal experience
In my university days,
Delta State university , Abraka
5/6/2020
To President Joe Biden
Anecdote : It is an ode to poetry, nothing personal, nothing satirical, and the ultrasound is a personal experience of further need in contemplation of my left breast, where unwanted growths gave me a huge dilemma of metaphorical islands, benign or cancerous, does not matter.
Shawna has a sharp shape , robust figurative speech
Strange, nosy, but arrogant, stern and stubborn in beauty.
Her newly wed face had a bridal glow, sunlight mystery
She is particular in her pink dresses, pink lipsticks
and in her pink stones in carved jewels.
I remembered her through the legacy of thirteen years
Hospital floors are shiny, hinting in polished and polishing epigraphs
Reasons. Limiting definitions. Wanted and fine-tuned reasons.
The soap opera in happening time on the TV screen
mounted on the higher end, had an obnoxious hetero-mixture in latency
Las Vegas casinos or improper door fixation in pious inter-courses, timely or otherwise or whatever.
Always an earned longevity in otherwise, other way, in urging other needs.
No one permit it though
The janitors in duty, or the front desk attendants
All were busy too, belonging somewhere elsewhere.
Then I realized, I was wrongly -matched in my pairs of shoes
No one spared the other control, endless saga of two edged folding.
Although, I am a success story of a substantial assimilation of homo-sapiens tribal affair.
I have two eyes, two hands and two strong feet,
Strong, sensible and rational in a rationalizing world.
In the wider sense, too.
I did not recall Shawna , it was still a cloudy aftermath, till that pausing time.
But the end time was drawing closer and closer..
In the beforehand receipt of the ultrasound , and with the post one also.
So that doctor can convert these images into information
humane information
A rusty bastard life earning generous aristocrat reason
To keep it ongoing in Shawna's impeccable life
and in mine too, with my formal prosecutions of cacophony
of falling short in paired shoes.
Therefore the sonic time can heal and deal and reveal
The eternal research question of
The supplicating feminine weep hole.
I believe,
rooted in limited personal experience
of unconditional love,
the purpose of democratic governance
is NOT FREEDOM of autonomously empowered persons,
segregated communities,
self-isolating economic states,
severed biosystemic regions,
patriotic partisan nation-states,
isolated continents.
I believe
mundane purposes
evince our deepest sacred meaning
for divine governance
is not freedom away from, or toward
my omnipotent god
or our omniscient country,
but to restore
maintain
persevere
in unconditional
omnipresent love
to and from
both divinely healthy
and humanely wealthy
cooperative
trust-building
co-governing relationships.
I believe
compassion is our secular
public purpose,
And deeply trusted and delighted,
pleasant and pleasured
sacred meaning
for democratic win/win communication
positive energy
short term economic
and long-term ecological
greenback and forth co-governance.
I believe
freedom to express unconditional compassion
is Earth's win/win means
to an EarthTribal peace
Ending endless
re-beginnings of competitive win/lose debates,
retributive isolating punishments,
greed-infested monocultural trauma governance
of the individual oppressive anthro-supremacist:
Repressive communities,
suppressive stressed states,
degenerative biochaotic regions,
rabid nation-states,
exploited until depleted
discontented continents.
And I believe,
rooted in limited personal experience
of unconditional love,
this individual living health
is organic win/win intersectional wealth
unveiled in inter-religious sacred webs
of EarthTribe's living
co-passionate
green/blue revolving
sacramental inspirating
dynamic geo-hemispheric
co-intelligently living
resonantly resilient
dipolar co-arising
bi-hemispheric
surf peaking/exhausting
inhaling/exhaling
AnthropoScenic planet.
By personal experience, I didn't even know. Based on a memory and I
fooled myself. Why should I follow a fake dream ? Was put in artificial
coma for two weeks. I have changed a lot since the accident. Now I
know what really matters. Things change so fast, life can suddenly turn.
It's a fact I'm paralyzed from the hips down. A settlement without hatred
and tears. The blood is still pulsing in my veins ... the heart is like
a vibrating rose petal in the wind
new goals to strive for
the life was turned upside down -
angels danced with pride
28.08.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Whenever I think of depression, I think of it as a cold deep bottomless black hole. I think of it as being surrounded by an endless night, without the break of day. The only solution dealing with depression is to pray. That God will have mercy and will turn your lights back on. "The light of the world is Jesus."
There are proper medication helping people to deal with depression. I really ought to know. From personal experience, because I take one psych medication for depression. There are side effects for most medications, Including some medication dealing with side effects. It is important for me or anyone else to take all of our physician prescribed medication as directed.
Whenever I think of depression, I think of the utmost empty feelings harboring deep within my heart, mind and soul. But I also believe, "God you are more valuable than diamonds. God you are more valuable than gold." God your faith can lift me high above the mountain tops of my life.
Whenever I think of depression, I feel lost and all alone. It is as if all my friends have deserted me. And i have been left far behind with no body to console me.
But than I think, "Oh how he loves you and me. Oh how he loves you and me. He gave his life what more could he give? Oh how he loves you. Oh how he loves me. Oh how he loves you and me."
Whenever I think about depression, I can think about the times. I wanted to blow my bright and shining candlestick completely out. And putting an abrupt ending to my comfortless and senseless life.
But than I think, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are week but he is strong." "And it shall come to pass that in the last days, that all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 18, 2020
I'm battling a storm not created by the weather, this storm is separation, why cant we be
together?
I know it can not be altered, there's a time for everything, my only comfort through this
storm is your engagement ring.
In a vase I gaze upon lilac scented flowers, lost in a world of only you I lose track of
endless hours.
Tenderly I hold in my hands the card on which you wrote, beautiful words my darling, I
memorised this note.
Things would be so different if I had my way, I often smile recalling the words you always
say,
"Whenever storm clouds gather, and the rain has soaked your hair, though I may not be with
you yet, I promise that I'll get there".
Please know my poetry is not a personal experience, they are never written as expressions
of myself, they are simply poems, I adore writing them and I hope others enjoy reading
them, thank you, Julie
Our green campus favorite
MuseSpeech Teacher
always hosted outside seminars
at noon,
Sharp!
And served chocolates
while mentoring
Her systemic theology
"Doesn't get on well
with academic secularized ecology
we have
and have not
personally experienced."
This is today's thesis
and antithesis
for engaging stories
of synergetic peak experiences,
amusing EarthBright passions,
peace-warrior beauty,
scents of sage sensed joy.
S/he mediates lunchtime vocations
inviting us to try again
replacing all our "mono" orthodox theories,
with "poly" orthopraxis
to reconsider
healthy freedoms
shamelessly uncovered
through personal experience.
Trading in monotheistic theories
for polytheistic compassion
Monocultural nationalism
for polycultural globalism
Mono-polistic win/lose contention
for poly-polistic win/win intention.
As our internal clocks
move from ZeroSoul search
to OneSum find,
s/he concisely
and precisely creolizes
resilient bipartisan
transparency
through less transient opportunities
for curiosity
"Thank you for investing this lunchtime
with me
and each sacred Other
to learn to listen
before speaking nighttime's questions,
wondering and wandering on
and on
about why tumescent monotheistic poles
most always feel so happy
to taste and smell
our officious pantheistic holes."
It was during the summer of 1974,
That three states came beckoning me.
One state pointed North; the other East.
The third state was directing me South.
One was 95 miles away; one was 790 miles;
And the last one beckoning me was 608 miles.
I paced the floor and prayed for divine guidance.
I considered the closest one, but still said, "no".
To the farthest one, I quickly said, "Thanks, but no".
Although I was not like Jonah because to me, God never
said, "Go". However, looking back, I must confess that,
Even in prayer, I was closed-minded about a big Eastern state.
Although I said "No" to the Northern state, I later had serious
second thoughts regarding that Northern state. And I must also confess
that I never reconsidered the Eastern state. In my personal experience,
and as I understand Christianity and the workings of The Holy Spirit;
Even With divine guidance, the human spirit is still involved. And in the
case of one imperfect like myself, going South was a real venture in faith.
I said yes to the Southern state that beckoned me, and God was well pleased.
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