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on Tuesday the candy canes danced off the shelf
I almost got run over by a screaming running elf.
Where is the head baker? He asked without apology.
Watch where you are going! I yelped to that arrogant he.
Then I saw something horrific for myself.
Those striped candy canes had all danced off the shelf.
They were doing the tango, and macarena too.
I almost crunched two of them with my left shoe.
Where is Santa? I yelled as I left Candy Cane hall.
Candy canes are going wild, their personalities so tall!
Some of them followed me out the door which I forgot to shut.
Santa chastised me for this, when I finally reached his hut.
Most kittens are cuddly; all kittens are cute.
That they make our hearts melt few can refute.
Some kittens are frisky while some are demure.
For many of us, they have great allure.
I love fluffy kitties that sit on my lap.
I’m sure not too fond of kittens that snap.
I once had a kitty that swiped at my feet
when I walked past her, but then she grew sweet!
With time, she stopped swatting and biting at me,
and she became gentle eventually.
Sometimes so nicely a kitten starts out,
but then once it’s grown, it’s far from devout.
Like people, kittens are different when
while growing, they show personalities then.
My dearest sweet kitty that curled up and purred
next to me now is a little absurd.
He’s rarely around and though he’s pretty,
I miss how he was as a cat itty bitty.
Appreciate kittens before they’re grown cats.
You just might end up with big lovely brats!
WTF burning bright with pondering ink.
Graceful swans or blackbirds skedaddling
across the vast and empty space. The think
kerplunking into cavernous link.
The quill flying…descriptives diving
onto the writer’s canvas…surviving.
WTF, loud and clear, dear John…
the calligraphic rend of relationship…
The salutation is a haunting paragon.
Parisian-perfumed paper is withdrawn.
The ebony of the crow’s feather, fitting.
His abdominals are eternally splitting.
WTF, wet with mascara tears. Joy
at the indoctrination of its mirth,
bearing personalities of a girl and boy.
To induce was another cousin’s ploy -
joining in on the birth experience fun,
flexing his muscles, nearly triplets spun.
WTF, wading in pools of grace, prayerful rest
of folded hands - serenity glides over vellum.
The ink, so gentle, melodic, transfigured, blessed.
Saint’s swan lyrics - God’s glory expressed.
Whisper of angels, feathers like baby’s-breath.
Resurrected quill in pall of Christ’s death.
Reactions trolls give never give me negative
more the opposite, a great positive
seeking to collapse my spirit until forgotten
attracting spirit of "thank God I'm not them"
If the song to you sombre
and you protest in comment
making unhappiness last longer
cause negativity more constant
when I'm displeased I will move on
search a pleasing as is my need
I don't comment like a moron
wait for miserable replies to read
psychology sits sorrily
as you cliche unoriginal
septic personalities
to me only pitiful
you distribute your negative,
in life this what you do,
a gift of positive,
pleased I'm not you
Apparel in my closet adorns my modesty midst self-multiplicity
Blending along blouses that bear dignity
Confidently exuding elegant beauty…
Dresses distinctly define my femininity
Exposing woman-roles and their variety
Floral skirts mark motherhood’s blooming serenity…
Green and golden blazers gripped my mentorship tenacity
Hoisted by scarfs and shawls of freedom certainty
In persevering to reach-out, creating impact in the community…
Jogging attire shows my health and wellness versatility
Keeping household chores midst working shirts for flexibility
Living in thanksgiving* to God with robe of gratitude’s purity...
Mysterious self of mine shows my faith's certainty
Never hidden by numerous t-shirts of Bible verses so pretty
Open to miracles in every opportunity.
Poised for my faculty membership is my uniforms' integrity
Quiet against qualms, I have my handkerchief of colorful quality
Rightfully highlighting how self handles pressures' severity...
Sweetly soothing special child along caring sincerity
Tidy pajamas aid me in tucking him midst his hyperactivity
Understanding his idiosyncrasy while being aware of mine with humility.
July 8, 2024
edited on July 25, 2025 for Alice Reynolds' Contest, "Multiplicity of the Self"
*Philippians 4:6 - "Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."
Since Psychiatrists have lost their superficial reputation,
applied philosophy as metaphysical existents is the realization.
That ideology proofs the infinite potential of the mind,
by the soul enabled life force that provides all challenges behind.
Mental surface impressions making the mind to an emotional sponge,
whereas spiritual aspiration are the negating conscious for once.
The mental eye blinded by immediate result and satisfaction,
while the soul knows the purpose related determination.
Not given the real source enough attention introspective,
creating lost personalities in related circumstance respective.
The individual soul as part of cosmic consciousness,
create the prowess of the involution of karmic justice.
The mental disorder is the lack of true intuitive perception,
the logic contaminated mind as handicapped conception.
Digging deep into profundity is nothing new,
ancient theories provide lots to ponder on and to chew.
Mindology just another name for the same problem,
peoples superficial thinking and not getting to the bottom.
If I were you, and you were me
We wouldn’t have to worry
Salvaged by intergrality
We’d live a different story
Inside our own illusion
We’d share our personalities
Illusions aren’t confusion
Illusions make realities
I want to fly, a man once said
The birds can, why can't I?
They laughed at him you must be mad
Climb on the roof and try
Later his daring dream came true
Without that dream of flying
No flights we’d book to get us to
Wherever we desire
Illusions save me from today
Tomorrows petty pace
Continues in the same old way
Days walk across my face
No warning says that it’s too late
Or its too early to begin
If I’m in power to create
Our own prophetic dream
I’ll do my part the best I can
Gale winds will mix my dust
With yours, according to the plan
That is unknown to us.
Decay
Teething in dismay
What kind of world am I in …
What kind of useless tool…
Breaking…decaying
Fragmented lies
You crush me and grind me away
Like a tasteless joy
Gone
No decoy
Not able to accept
Who I am
Shredding me to bits
Because you can
Because something so small
Throws you off the edge
And baffles the beholder
I saw it begin to rot
But I didn’t want to believe it
What a cruel world I am in
Stuck in this selfish ache
Hate me
Go ahead, it’s ok
Because you’ll never understand me
And I don’t want you to
Because you cannot let things go
Everything has to be handed to you
So here are the reigns
Take them
Or throw them in my face
I’m never leaving you
You’re leaving me
It was always that way
Because no one can dwell in this world I live in
Such a simple world
With the most ruthless personalities
Banging at every closed door
Let it go
Can't you see something’s missing?
I tantalize your tantalizers, I am pretty and coy.
You cannot resist me, because my innocence reels you in, boy.
Others cannot warn you, for they also think I am sweet.
Shy, unassuming, a porcelain doll with a loving heart, cannot be beat!
Yes, she is in here; I call her Doris Jekyll, she is but one of me.
We take Doris out when we want to ensnare and entrap you see.
You are her prey, and you are ours. We put you brazenly web high.
You are intrigued, enthralled. You have never fallen into such eyes.
We are amazing tricksters, but you do not know.
There is no way to tell until the beast comes forth real slow.
She spends long intervals, hidden away, covert in lazy sleep.
You are horrified when she shows, not expecting her wrath so deep.
She brings rage, thunder, lightning, and the devil’s mouth in a way.
She is sleeping right now, so it is a good time to quietly tiptoe away.
Quietly, without regrets, but of course you won’t, you achiever.
Having never seen her for yourself, you are no believer.
Shhh! If there is one thing you do not want to abide,
It is to stand the brunt of anger after waking up Mz. Hyde.
See the other personalities nodding their heads?
All of us are afraid of that one, she will strike us all dead!
Today will be a good day.
I won't complain and moan,
About all that I do not have,
Count curses all alone.
Instead I'll count my blessings,
Thank Him for what is mine;
Appreciate what He has done,
To make my life sublime;
For others do not have the things,
That I just take for granted;
Good food, good clothes a place to live,
It's really as I planned it.
Though everything is not the way,
I'd have it, truth to tell,
He's satisfied my every need,
Most wants supplied as well.
I have all that I really need.
I really can't complain.
Though some have more, it's still just fine,
For we aren't all the same.
We each are blessed according to,
What's best for you and me.
It's personal and custom made,
For personalities.
Today I will appreciate,
All He has done for me.
For home, and health and happiness,
For my security.