Long Plan b Poems
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I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.
I breathe in laughter
to breathe through pain.
I breathe in and up
to breathe down thru-out.
I breathe in language
to breathe my lyrics.
I breathe inside
to breathe through all sides.
I breathe in DNA distinctive You
to breathe through RNA instinctive We.
I breathe in LeftHemisphere verbal Me
to breathe through RightHemisphere
co-passionately encultured We.
I breathe inflating ego space,
to breathe conflating,
double-binding,
ecosystemic time.
I breathe in convex information
to breathe through concaving
co-arising dissonant exformation.
I breathe economic wealth expansion
to breathe through ecological decomposition,
political purgation,
health contractions.
I breathe in convex Ego's Plan A
highway
to breathe through concave Eco's balancing Plan B
bilateral silent say.
I breathe in zen zero nondual form,
to breathe through Yang/Yin
Win/Win co-arising function.
I breathe in what wealthy matters [+PolyNomial]
to breathe through optimally healthy
double-dark energy [(-,-) PolyCultural]
I breathe in 0-soul enlightened theorems
to breathe through 0-sum economically full-living
cooperative experiences.
I breathe in rich nutritional health and well-being
to breathe through nurturing wealth and wellness.
I breathe in ego-Win!
to breathe through not-not eco-win.
I breathe
to breathe through you,
as us.
I breathe in transparent-mirror ego purpose
to breathe out eco-seeds of regenerative meaning.
I breathe in monolithic yangy yes
to breathe through multicultural not
not yintegrity yet.
The family and living planet that breathe out together
stay in to gather.
The family, planet, that doesn't,
well...hmmm... isn't.
I am sooo tired
Walk, walk, walk
Each step taking its toll
I'm weary of hope
Setting a new image
To press me toward a goal
What is it all about
What is the point
Suffering, buffering
.....WHAT...my lord???
Isn't it enough
That I gave my life
In your service
No one would want
A life of sorrow
A child doesn't deserve THIS
What about the lofty
Who claim you too
Shall I JUDGE
...Me....THEM...I hate!!!
Wait, what!?!
I hate, yes, I hate
This bitter taste
At least in captivity
I had enough sweet...things
I could afford to waste
......moments
No way! this can NOT be
my life...........I'm trudging IN death
I have to ask
When will it be over
Am I really coming through
What awaits me
The paradise of my mind
Or....just you
All this suffering
Has made you small
I don't serve a BIG god
Maybe you were tiny
And my heart lies open
In this desert.....
..............you have REQUIRED.....yes, REQUIRED...me to trod
..............I HATE plan B....stupid, ignorant woman of fallen man.....
You brought us the required blood of your man
Though I am far from grateful, NOW, it is a full-proof plan
....to get the IDEA of LACK....out of me
My GOD, HELP ME, FORGIVE ME
............as I enter, fully, into the bitterness of soul
Knowing that you WILLING gave up GLORY to walk me into (w)Hole (i)ness.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-13-2018
Imagine the most successful version of you.
Imagine something that can actually come true.
Imagine all that success and what it would do.
Imagine all the failure that you plough through.
Imagine that dream job or successful career.
Imagine a life partner you love more each year.
Imagine your children you hold so dear.
Imagine happiness and a world of no fear.
Imagine your unrivalled talent,
the happiness, respect, wealth and love.
A life where you are most gallant,
imagine a freedom that flies like a dove.
A fantastic life which you empower,
away from sadness, bitter and sour,
outdoing rivals and making them cower,
when every hour is your finest hour.
Imagine imagine the life you imagine will actually happen
and you will live it for real one day.
Your resilience creates brilliance as skills broaden,
creating access to success on a vast array.
Now process this motion picture that is your own notion,
the life of glory and its extraordinary story.
Right now it lives in your imagination,
you hide it there to avoid humiliation.
But, just think about this,
this could be your only chance to exist.
Can you choose to believe wholeheartedly
what you imagine can become reality?
It's already real,
it's happened in your head,
so can become something you feel
before you are dead.
You can imagine
and you can dream,
with application these ways
could be seen.
If you can dream and imagine what life could be like,
then be brave each day and try to reach that height.
Your energy will drain so use it sensibly,
rest as you need to along this tiresome journey.
Difficulties always ease with familiarity,
strive for your aim and never switch to plan b.
Be strong physically and mentally,
and life will become what you want it to be.
And know you may seem deluded,
until the day the journey is concluded.
If you are persistent you will get through,
and the impossible will someday happen to you.
Dream a dream of the best you,
chase that dream until it comes true.
If it can happen in your head,
it can happen before you're dead,
live life brave before you reach the grave.
"it always seems impossible until it is done" - Ghandi
When someone plans a wedding
And the venue’s out of doors,
There most often is a back-up
Just in case it rains or pours.
If there’s not, it’s rather daring,
Like a gauntlet has been thrown;
Will the gods take up the challenge
Or leave well enough alone?
So the wedding I attended,
In the evening, on a roof,
Was a testament to chutzpah
And the party was the proof.
Though a rainy week preceded,
It was glorious and dry,
With a breeze to stir the senses
And a sunset in the sky.
As we watched the glowing couple,
Filled with love we all could see,
We just shook our heads and marveled
At the absence of Plan B.
Mother Nature gave her blessing
So we danced and dripped with sweat,
Feeling giddy with relief
That we weren’t soaking wet!
And I wondered how can it be felt that effortlessly The feeling of not being left out, when that one leaves Only then you remember my existence and that I’m here Seasons went by and you’ve travelled the world with that one in mind Yet I’m still stuck here waiting for you but you never came
It wasn’t about being busy as you said, I just wasn’t the priority That feeling of uneasiness in my chest that I get when I realize I didn’t mean as much as you did for me When I’m included only when others aren’t available
It feels like there’s a void in my heart surrounded by endless solitude But can it be filled when I’m no longer the backup friend, your “Plan B”?....
Another love poem for all you people
This guy's quite the charmer it seems
Could teach the young guys a thing or two
About wooing pretty young things
Don't mean to brag but I'm quite irresistible
When I turn on my masculine charm
Afraid you won't stand a ghost of a chance
To resist would cause you some harm
I'd be forced to resort to Master Plan B
With tactics so charming and sweet
It's actually illegal in some parts of the world
You'll quiver right down to your feet
At the very sight of my muscle bound body
My friends, you'll shudder and swoon
Unfortunately I'll have to reduce my charm
And that would be quite inopportune
Sometimes I can be quite overwhelming
But sweet young things like youse
Have surely been exposed to this stuff before
And can handle it without much ado
So methinks it's best I'll just cool it for now
And go back to my shy persona
Just know there's a Super Hero lurking inside
Set to explode like a supernova
© Jack Ellison 2014
This morning as a 71 year old man walking with Deborah on a beach in Florida…
I thought back to the big plans I had as a boy…
plans that would bring me wealth and fame and lead to happiness and joy.
Plan A was be a baseball star…the best outfielder of them all!
Unfortunately I was never very good at hitting, catching or throwing that little ball.
Plan B was to be a football star…they play with a bigger ball.
but when it came to playing football…it was me who as too small
Plan C was to be a rock star…not bad for a third choice.
But a plan that was quickly abandoned
as people covered their ears when they heard my singing voice..
Yes, I was going to be famous and wealthy…
with legions of adoring fans…
but it seems the Gods, or fate or destiny…
for me…had other plans.
I never planned to be a teacher…they’re not famous or wealthy…
Is that even a career?
Yet there I was a teacher…for almost 40 years.
I never planned on being a husband, a father, a Pop-Pop
No, these things I never planned to be…
I planned on being a free spirit…not having people who depended on me.
But a teacher, a husband, a father, a Pop-Pop…I am all of the above
How is it possible so many things I never planned…I have come to love?
Speaking for that boy in Ohio…
now a 71 year old man walking with Deborah across the Florida sand….
It’s amazing how happy that boy and I are…living the life we never planned.
Baseball player, a childhood dream;
Clearly seen was the chosen team.
Accounting , decidedly a plan "B".
A journalist was acceptable plan "C".
It's vague sometimes what we will be.
May we never be left hanging up a tree
Without a plan, a stand, or even a desire.
May there reside in each of us a God given fire
To love HIM, becoming like Him, belonging to Him.
Between God and us, pursuing such is a sacred bond.
With Him, we can execute the assigned mission.
Whether the call is preaching, teaching, or administration,
There is fulfillment when we make the decision
To surrender to the call and receive the consecration.
I’m thinking of the letter “B”
So close and yet so far
It seems a bit unfair to me
Let’s stop, reset the bar
We’ve cast the “B” to status, poor
With quality less pleasing
Like something from a discount store
A lack of something, teasing
Yet think of how essential,
I’m sure you will agree
Just think how consequential,
Not having a plan B
It also fronts some of the Best
And Brightest of our text
So much more, I’ve not addressed
But look what’s coming next!
Perhaps this is somewhat a stretch
But imagine Hamlet’s bray
With the words he’d have to retch,
To “A” or not to “A”
We used to hop into the car
And, thinking back seems so bizarre,
We would drive, never slow
To the place where we’d go
And we’d get there, no matter how far.
We would always find places to park
In the daylight and also the dark.
With reliable wheels
We would know how it feels
To take off someplace, just for a lark.
But today is a different scene.
All you drivers know just what I mean,
For despite having WAZE
You’ll be stuck in a maze
Since the traffic is really obscene.
So, if thinking of taking a ride,
Either take all the traffic in stride
Or resort to Plan B
Which is, take it from me,
Much less stressful – it’s staying inside!