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Gotcha
Caught red handed
Busted
You are indeed a
Fake
Fraud
Disingenuous
And how have i come to
this conclusion
Your word's and thoughts
Not mine
As you choose to record them
place them in ink
And they are now open for
scrutiny on public record
So forgive me if in future i
no longer choose to care
and now come across as angry
What can i say but just like you
or anyone else i hate it and it
hurts being let down
When someone says one thing
yet then goes ahead and does
the complete polar opposite
Like you just did
The proof is in the disappointment
I see myself as I really am
A broken-down, unstable dam
A mighty lost, little lamb
I hear myself as I walk around
I'm a valley, below the ground
A lot of mixed feelings per pound
He, the Lord, is the mountain above
His spirit shimmers and soars as a dove
Merciful and mindful is He with abound love
I whisper in the atmosphere below
I pray in solitude's hold though...
Overcome the hardship and the pain of rain aglow
The sun is but a shadow, hidden and alone
The moon is but a reflection, slightly shone
The clouds of dreariness is but a lone bone
I am who I am and I, alone, won't be enslaved by regret
I am His lamb, a well-built dam by His illuminating empowerment, all needs and wants met
Humility and obedience are lifelong traits to achieve I bet
Give me eternal fire to burn away the snowstorm of shamefulness
Lift me up, don't weigh me down like gravity's hopelessness
Feeling and dealing with mixed sentiments per pound more or less
These bittersweet, pitiful emotions
Collide like two polar-opposite oceans
These hideous, yet precious notions -
We meet again...
The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
World has gotten far too awake,
Fancy gender issues to rake.
Sex, a matter of choice,
One follows inner voice,
As suits self choice, one bakes one’s cake.
A non-binary brick
Has broken old rubric—
One male-female that goes to make,
And woke, a brand new bloke,
Out, old order to choke,
Suffers deep slumber and can’t wake.
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Happenings |11.04.2024| Limerick, humour
Poet’s note: J K Rowling of Harry Potter faces a prospect of arrest in Scotland for having said: Many a transgender actually is man under the dress. But if Western World is so 'woke' as to suffer from chronic insomnia, India seems its Polar opposite, comparable to say Rip Van Winkle who slept for twenty years, or Kumbhakarna of Ramayana who used to sleep six months in a year. The last line of this ditty alludes to this fact.
i am accompanied by my polar opposite
i do not know why, but she is meant for me
if my smile was in the middle of a forest
a maze would be erased immediately
if my self esteem was in a cooking pot
not one bubble could expose the steam or the heat created
if my worth was on a cliff
it would stay stock still and forget the meaning of 'jump' or 'how high'
if my completeness was voyage to the end of the rainbow
the radiant aura of her presence would be God's Blessing In Diamond Studded
i am accompanied by my polar opposite
i will never try to comprehend, for it is my pleasure to lover her without question
I will chase you till death
and never let up.
A love that is destined to grow
everlasting!
A promise I intend to keep,
to never see you weep
because of me!
To be each others strength
and never tear each other down.
I will support you through tribulation,
not only when times are good!
Through frustration I am dedicated
Forever yours!
We will fight,
and times not see eye to eye!
I may leave to cool down
but come back to embrace
and kiss you good night!
I have been through many,
none have touched me like you.
I have tried and failed,
left alone feeling blue!
I can see it when you look at me,
feel it in your touch.
I see in your disposition
that you love me so much.
You are my polar opposite
but our chemistry is sound.
I now know I have found my soul-mate
this love knows no bounds!
Jared Pickett
9/3/2014
Asavvy1
AV stands for AmericanVanilla by the way. That is her pet name for me!!
Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks
A warm breeze rises within me
As I recall the moments
Which linger in my heart forever
The pulsating sphere of light and dark
Polar opposite lovers in the circle of life
Encompassing magnificent visceral nuances
Infinite shades of gray, slate, and steel
With mauve interludes
An elegant intimate tapestry
Complete with tears of joy and pain
Sharing love and grief
Gazing upwards I join my brothers and sisters
On jagged bare branches
As cool wind rustles our feathers
The white hawks, eagles, vultures, and their tribes
The birds of prey who gather
Sharing tales of their journeys through time
We all stare out
Our senses prickling with anticipation
A silence hovers
A shared glimpse
A collective inhale
Our ears and hearts awaken
Virgin raindrops fall on thirsty ferns
Their limey tendrils outstretched
Quenched in gratitude
A low rumble
Footsteps below
A clearing in the forest
Created by children gathering
Giggles and dust rise
Excited young mouths
Speaking in pantomime
Gesturing with kind intentions
Young creatures of the world kingdom
Unconcerned with language barriers
Sharing evolving consciousness
A wink of an eye
Hands on chest - feeling our heartbeats
Laughter emanating from within little bellies
Spinning freely in circles
Arms outstretched wide, heart open and exposed
Vulnerable in delight and anticipation
A low cello vibrates nearby
A gentle breeze rustles leaves
Which float in the air embracing light rays
Mesmerizing all
Pine boughs perform shadow puppet dances
On cascading rock walls nearby
Elders lean contently against tree trunks
Smiles slowly emerging as silent tears flow
A young child skips over
Tenderly grabbing her grandfather’s arm
Opening his hand, she plants a wet kiss
On his age-stained palm
Then gazes up at his toothy grin
Before returning to the gathering
Wild beasts arrive and quiet
Kneeling by water’s edge
To drink and watch
Hands clasp
A sharing ensues
A vibration rises
As souls gather
Radiating light and hope to all
I’ve done an investigation
immigration to this nation
the lie told to this generation
will end in our annihilation
British is our DNA
it didn’t come from far away
it is quite important
IT WAS NOT IMPORTED
We built this nation year by year
through the people living here
Our foundation always Christian
the polar opposite of Islam
We have freedom giving choice
Islam is a silent voice
We believe we’re all made equal
one and one are equal people
In Islam the man is worth
2 women here on Earth
giving men the divine right
to control a female life
men are able to accuse
punish girls for having views
no law exists to stop abuse
girls of Islam never chose
And Islam is the one belief
to take the life of those who leave
from your birth, as you breathe
you have no choice but believe
Those of us not born within
never understand one thing
you don’t know an evil sin
until you learn the world they’re in
Their women are not born free
and the fact is they will never be
those of you who disagree
haven’t ever looked to see
Christians learn loving values
as you will find in other faiths
there’s only one that really harrows
it’s everything we are against
They say God creates the laws
but men interpret and enforce
so if this religion is yours
You don’t belong on British shores
Chalk was bold, pale skinned, and big boned.
A soft souled, porous, sedentary teen.
Bulky, he made a big initial impression,
but seemed to lack in true substance.
And thus, was a temporary friend,
often relied on to help others with work,
but then discarded without a second thought.
Good thing Chalk brushed off comments with ease.
Cheese was very much an acquired taste,
with hooped earlobes and a waxy complexion,
quite rugged, yet packed full of character.
He wore a baggy beanie like a protective rind,
and from a glance, he could give you nightmares.
But behind his hard exterior, was a soft nature.
Easily influenced, he was often seen in a smoky hue,
chewing salty, sour snacks outside of class.
These two were really chalk and cheese,
yet their soft nature made them good friends.
Chalk helped Cheese get a grip and find his true flavour,
and Cheese was a rock for Chalk's sense of self.
Together, they were anything but, chalk and cheese,
yet never had they been more Chalk and Cheese.
05.01.2023
i remember,
therefore i have come to pass
what is't but retention
something other than the now
to be again forgotten,
and called to mind
once more
that, something of descartes
might prevail
and, by removing itself
be as truth unseen
a first and last,
where-in there is nothing
but the polar opposite,
"i think (therefore).....i am...
therefore i think
i am..."
future-past,
thoughts of a now
but that is naught,
as unspoken truth be
what lies neath,
and unquestioned
sought,
with one eye
to the horizon,
a depth
of mind,
no token,
"i think...
therefore....peace"