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Quote: Free from preconceptions and biases, He never judges us
though we constantly mess up, He never does keep count.
A life of prostitution taught her never to take
anything for granted;
Numerous were her sins, far greater was her guilt
but she never sang inside that iron cage of hers
She considered herself to be the lowest of the lowest
until one day
She found herself crawling up to an altar
in the middle of the night.
Hungering for more than flesh, the power of the cross consumed her
igniting flames inside of her, and allowing her to feel her own brokenness
An unrest came upon her and she decided to flee,
but just before she reached the doors a tender voice spoke
through the walls of the cathedral
"My child, why do you run from me. Do you not know, that the moment
you came to me, you became a newborn Dove, cleaner than snow"
The End.
Feb 22, 2023
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Blank Slate
Contest Name This or That, Vol 16
p a u s e s
spaces in your words like notches on wood
endearing stillness
till a sprawl of irregular "I love you's" spill truth like a stream
run full
a tear-choked gaze in a sighing-room
tugging us to earthy touching
our commitment
inhabiting green-garden parts of a world
tireless in its defining
pushing past preconceptions
snared by the peace of pressing one to one
fluorescent part of gifted chemistry,
claimed
no soft need to nudge it
no drift to sullen limbs
a saga of expansion
like a coal mine burning underground
where we live
an intimacy even in small tallk
truthfulness finding its bounce, prized like existence
still shaping days in words we share
and heed
in words that pull r e c o v e r y
Poem composed May 10/2023
The pen is mightier than the sword, but our power of speech comes from The Lord
W.O.R.D.S = S.W.O.R.D.
Words are my existence, they take me to where I need to go
carefully chosen, because from my heart they must surely flow
wanting to express my inner self, requiring a very special tone
hoping for an opportunity, to move those with hearts of stone
Just how to break down those walls, and convince minds so secure
that to reach the truth of a matter, preconceptions they must ignore
a reality exists, yet unforeseen, and by closing your eyes you will see
how this beautiful world awaits, to be everything you want it to be
My words are from another world, a hidden part of me from down inside
this key that I hold is mine to share, or maybe choosing never to confide
bringing you to my inner world, poses a risk that I might be willing to take
sometimes overcome by fear, causes me to hesitate, lest it be a mistake
Preferring to maintain my anonymity, I keep a safe distance and out of site
residing at a humble station in this world, my heart yearns to remain contrite
the breath of life that G-d has given me, a power to freely speak these words
yet I know that all that I speak is captured, returning to G-d as a flock of birds
As words are weighed and investigated, indicating how we spent our existence
nothing remains hidden before our Creator, in whose hands rests any deliverance
whether gaining passage to eternal light, or leading us to our ultimate retribution
everything depends on the noble act of repentance, this the only viable solution
How to repair the pain and tears having caused others, if we were only willing to pay
since nothing stands in the way of a person's will, "where there's a will there's a way"
the power of words is well known, some have used them to create, others to destroy
but since we have been given free will, we’ll be judged by those we chose to employ
As is clay in the hand of the sculptor, so too is the wonderous power given to create
but so many are blind to this fact, only realizing what they lost after it's much too late
words are our final destination, an eternal foundation we ourselves have forged below
rewarded by a meticulous divine calculation, basking in the Almighty's heavenly glow
Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates
“To be free of the darkness in my past allows a bright light to beam for my future” The poet
Locked away in the crevices of my mind.
Reflections that are truly of a soulful kind.
Remembrance can be a useful tool per se.
In the crevices of my mind, locked away.
Exuberant success, sorrowful mistakes
Thinking things through is what it takes.
Creating a stable pathway, I will address.
Sorrowful mistakes, exuberant success.
It’s a key part of emotional intelligence in life.
Reflection helps to understand our past strife,
A tool to control emotions of the mind not heart.
Of emotional intelligence in life, it’s a key part.
A defined process to evoke resonance at will.
Enlightened methodology to hold memory still.
No preconceptions as I let my mind regress
To evoke resonance at will, a defined process.
There is wisdom I draw from each past interaction
Splendor of nature, and that of human attraction
Vast realms of knowledge and learning to adore.
From each past interaction, there is wisdom I draw.
I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
She thought she was only able to see,
The world she thought she saw,
The world she thought she lived within,
But that was all before,
She opened the eyes of her heart to love,
She opened her heart to a man,
And he told her those things she needed to hear,
So a new journey for her began,
He said “You’re right, we are together,
If you want to talk, I am here,
And I think you are the most beautiful woman,
And I will never disappear.”
These words and more freed her from
Preconceptions of love and passionate lust,
They cleaned her life of her assumptions of men,
They freed her of the rust.
“One’s Journey on Earth is sacred. Not to be handed to any drug, including low frequency love. Ego, a temporary illusion needs an illusion, need itself is an illusionary arising, like any drug.” Poet
~~~~~~~~~~~
soul needs no drug, remaining pure in stability
unbounded in unconditional love
FEAR rises its hydra head flavouring
itself with euphoria, craving followed by
withdrawal then relapse ~
Love hijacked in purity becomes
diluted, polluted, contaminated
an enchanting play of neurotransmitters
depressing, stimulating, synergising or
antagonising ~ all food for cognising
low level love aligns with drugs
addictive chemicals arise in brain as thugs
escaping pain, suffering not for soul gain
low level love experienced as moving
sensations nothing but preconceptions
ego sabotages Love in octaves low
drinks it brave like liquor craves
taste so intoxicating becomes addiction
elating, escaping from objective reality
one sees only density pulsating
love is drug when personality cannot
act independently from object of love
becoming tame dove - hesitant, petulant or penitent
when love is defined by rules or regulations
it sails like a hidden battleship, unseen whips
no free will equals damnation
low level love like any other drug curtails
freedom of decision making
often of movement becoming nail to jail
presents as safety net, y’all bet
imposes itself on Being of another
a drugged attunement, insipid inducement
love is drug when service is obligated
when connection not mutually beneficent
incompleteness rise in absence of other
resonating artificial, superficial
love is drug when other becomes reference point for action, evolution or satisfaction
dependency darkens energy of object and subject underlined by need to feel safe
this equals no faith
as L O V E ascends its octaves into
independent
S O V E R E I N T Y
it stands in courage serenity trust
no need for low level love
concoctive as a humbug drug
_________
Placed 10th : Premier Contest
Sponsor : Rob Carmack
Hockney the ultimate experimental artist
Painter, printmaker, photographer, stage designer, draughtsman
Always challenging traditional elitist art
No barriers, no preconceptions, eyes always wide open
Bradford boy whose roots always prevail
1962, demands to be judged on his art not his writing
Submits Life Painting for a Diploma
RCA considers and changes regulations
Diploma awarded, so art wins
Continues his artistic quest
Vibrant colours capture people and places
His vision reaches beyond everyday reality
Unconventional proportions and perspectives
Fresh new takes on vistas of old masters
1980s, he arrives at photo collages
Painting ceases for a while
Creates two hundred plus patchworks of joiners
Photos, manyfold, of a single subject
My Mother, Bolton Abbey epitomises his experiment
Embraces technology using phones and iPads
Bending it to his artistic aims
No texture, no brush strokes
But still his take on life prevails
Locked down in France during COVID
Chinese scroll painting and Bayeux Tapestry feed fertile mind
A Year in Normandie results
Two hundred and twenty iPad paintings enlarged
Ninety metre chronicle of changing seasons
Salts Mill exhibition, back where it all began
Visitors immersed in a linear experience
Hockney pursuing a lifetime of artistic exploration
A contemporary art virtuoso
Earth's green/blue healthy healing climate
Some LeftBrain emergent verbal singers
and dancers
felt as resonant Gaian EarthMother health
for rebirth re-connection
reweaving
Reconceived
empowered and bilaterally enlightened
benign winds of ecofeminist
local EarthMatriotic
community domestic
democratic
typically extra-familial fertile polycultural
Regenerative health global-systemic
benignly viral GoldenRule revolutions
inseminating
TrueWealth Win/Win NonViolent EarthCommunications
InBetween Both/And nuanced thought/felt dialogue
for win/win co-emergent
dipolar co-arising choices
Preferably not quite so unawesomely
sacred/sensory Either/Or bipolar
affective anxiety preconceptions
overpowering eco/ego-logically indigenous
green polytheistic cooperative reconceiving
re-birthing
reverse time re-membering
re-connecting
re-ligioning Truth/Beauty Ancient Gaian HealingMercy
We're All On This Sacred Green/Blue Earth
Interdependent MultiCultural Wisdom
Yang+Yin = 1 Universal PolyNomial Intuitive-Indigenous
NonZero-CoEfficient CoPassionate LeftBrain EcoLogos
for Unitarian Yin/Yang = (-,-) PreConception not
not also Yang/Yin = Original 1/0 Inception-BiNomialThicket
AnthroCentric LeftHemisphere relearning win/win
compassionate Both/And Ego/EarthHealth
restorative justice polycultural reset
reversing retributive monoculturing win/lose dissociation
Reincarnating local inter-healthfaith community's
most long-term resilient green economic
and ecological
healthy democracy
healthy climate
healthy anthro-public
wealthy all YintegralBeauty/YangTrust
CoPassionate Communing Healthy EarthTribe
protecting
providing for
polyculturally co-investing in
eco-politically green/blue healing
matriotic co-empowering
ecohealth-enlightening
self/other-copassioned lives
Sacredly committed
to at least the next seven regenerations
of a California RedWood Fertile Forest
and a Chinese Bamboo Resiliently Integral
Complexly Cooperative WinWin
Deep MultiCulturally Rooted Thicket.