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They start thick—
not the polite kind you stir into tea
not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast
but the kind that runs hot
slow
dangerous
coating your tongue before you grasp
the price of its pleasure.
They start golden—
dripping off the comb
sun pressed into their marrow
too rich, too syrupy—
gumming up the gears of your schemes
too luminous for hands that flinch from light
too wild for walls meant to contain them.
You want squeeze-bottle love.
Clean.
No bees.
No stingers.
No buzz.
But they ferment in kitchens
where no one thanks them—
same way their grandmothers did
spooning fire into each serving
stinging their own tongues
just to stay sharp—
drizzling down your better judgment staining
Sunday shirts
unraveling wedding vows
spilling past boundaries
no one asked them to obey.
They get called—
too much.
too loud.
too open.
too shut—
like they were born to fit into your grip
instead of slipping right through it.
You try to jar them.
Slap on barcodes:
Best before.
Handle with care.
Discount if damaged
for quick sale.
But wild honey won’t kneel—
it contradicts logic
defies preservation
reason
perfumes the air
wrecks your thirst for tradition.
You mistook raw for reckless
Reckless for ruin
Ruin for something to fear.
You laughed when they wept—
like grief was a spectacle
like tenderness was weak
like softness
was a defect to be filtered out.
But by the time you realize
she’s the rarest thing
you ever tasted—
she’s already sweetening
the hands that never swatted her
And now,
we sit here—
jars without lids,
spoons still sticky—
trying to remember
what it meant to taste something
that never begged to be caged.
Maybe—
the glass wasn’t meant to hold her.
Maybe—
it was meant to shatter—
to let something wild
and feral
flood in
and leave you
pleading
for ruin.
—it’s a reckoning,
unapologetic,
untamed,
final.
Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise
among people diligently led by government officials
exemplifying servant-leadership
as they earnestly seek the Sovereign’s guidance
in their endeavour with faith and practice
to fulfill our Constitution preamble*
with daily thanksgiving gesture.
In partnership with the authorities
I entrust to God …
… myself and fellow citizens
for the prioritization of family nurture
nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home buttress
along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments.
Beholding functional geriatric welfare at work
midst relevant andragogy advancements
I view my country with adults and grandparents
basking in their senior years, glowing
still met by physical, mental, emotional care
welcomed with psycho-social health accessibility
as everyone is braced upon hygiene
of sanitation anchor, exhorting cleanliness
recognizing ecological preservation
cognizant of next generations and their future.
With unity’s cord tied by blesed righteousness**
I cling to the Supreme Commander
for the prevalence of peace and order
midst imposition of lawful justice system
balancing truth with mercy
while reaching-out to the less fortunate
toward wholesome lifestyle betterment
vanquishing power-abuse
combating parasitic dependence-mentality
through the fruition of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
*PREAMBLE
We, the sovereign Filipino people, imploring the aid of Almighty God, in order to build a just and humane society, and establish a Government that shall embody our ideals and aspirations, promote the common good, conserve and develop our patrimony, and secure to ourselves and our posterity, the blessings of independence and democracy under the rule of law and a regime of truth, justice, freedom, love, equality, and peace, do ordain and promulgate this Constitution.
**Proverbs 14:34 Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”
March 23, 2021
2nd place, "What You Really Want" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/24/2021.
Come sit and vibe with me,
With an open mind receptacle;
Listen to my pouring out of positivity
And to what you may find acceptable:-
Oh, in the challenges of life,
We must put all things in perspective;
Particularly those that bring about strife,
And propels us into being self-reflective:-
Perspective prepares personal preservation.
Heeding one to stop putting self down in demoralization:-
No! drop your bucket of emptiness into the well of hope,
Collecting healing waters to wash away anger’s slope:-
No longer allow your spirit to drown in abject negativity;
With waters of spiritual hope, keep it afloat with positivity:-
Know that as a child of God, you are worthy of forgiveness;
Thus, in this awareness, forgive yourself in humble gratefulness:-
Do not allow painful, erroneous choices to shackle you in depressive agony;
With divine wisdom and guidance, raise yourself, lingering on hope’s balcony:-
No longer attempt to run away and abandon your life’s blessed fulfilled shelf;
Rather, seek to rise on the exceptional onderful oneness of your life’s cleft:-
The final perspective is this: know that in life, there will always be times of worry;
Always be true to God and self, for He will always bless you with healing glory:-
Hey, get spiritually risen, and look into that mirror of your heart’s mind and see,
Another one of God’s created cherished creatures, looking back smiling at thee:-
My dubiously protagonist Self
outgrows toward a co-invested
cooperative
co-governing center
A core UnWhite House communication center
Tao training for sacred positive
and trauma negation memories
Into ecologically
and economically
Right whole open
PanenTheistic MacroEconomic Intelligence
Amping up
co-relational win/win choices
through unconditional regard
of global
inside/outside co-discernment
voiced human choices
Ego AnthroPrivileged
by secularizing LeftHemisphere
health and safety cooperative wants
evolving old tired competitive addictive needs
to defend revolutionary
evolutionary win/lose theories
that predation is normative
whether in a win/win thrival opportunity
or in a win/lose risk to survival time
Not mentioning
survive together to thrive
communal co-empathic
win/win imaginations
empowering enlightened co-governance
animating long-term resilience histories
My intimately win/win highest and best
co-redemption narratives
feel like a sacred housed cooperative
trauma-free awareness
and copassionate intent
to live together EarthTribe curiously,
yet confidently,
win/win animated
sacredly together
On, but not overpowering,
my cusp of traumatic anxiety triggers
and co-therapeutic anticipated compassions
together deepending mutually co-invested
ownership and co-therapeutic
natural health and spiritual safety
intent
Calls my sacred housing cooperative images
merging projects for
and from
cooperative nondogmatic experiences
comforted by food and energy
nurturing resilience
Appreciating river-front environmental green
and clean
co-relational preservation
not at all bully mean
Historical-multicultural
Right-sacred/Left-secularizing
co-discernment spirit-mind/nature-body skills
of cooperative
co-governing communications
For green compassionate resilience
reproducing inside imaged
EarthPeace therapeutic homes
and panentheistic gardens
in/out-sided
wellness-rounded
competing mortal space
throughout immortal time
for EarthTribe's health-cultural
co-responsive resonance.
Dusting through the aisles to the alter, reverend father reflected on the society at war and the many factions that fought over the same god, dust unto dust, he smiled at the neglect of his place of worship.Religion alters how God is perceived and worshipped but not His true identity!
from om* to amen
from azaan* to the iftaar*
flow rivers of faith!
Faith Poetry contest
Regina Riddle sponsored
Written 08/07/2020
Om* The Hindu word for trinity creator, preserver and destroyer - starts with ‘O’ with mouth open signifying creation, the ‘oooh’ sound continues showing preservation and m ends by closing the mouth and the sound - End. The entire universe depicted in that single word
Azaan* is the Muslim call for prayer
Iftaar* is the evening meal with prayer during Ramadan.
"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams", William Butler Yeats
Self-preservation is perhaps the first instinct known to all species.
Sometimes, the rescue will break forth from various sources, but it
is virtual anathema to think that we were made to be fully dependant on any but the creator. We can even be expectant of an occasional soft touch, but we quickly discover that we were born with basic selfish instincts and equipped to do very little for ourselves. Hence, the deep need for others and thus, the vital importance of 'MY SAY' in the manner of my reception of service.
Dreaming is a lot about development and formation, which often occur in the early stages of the dream at a level of unhardened barriers, weak walls, and shaky foundations. That is why dreams have to be nourished and protected at all costs like newborn babes.
Our plan and purpose are unique, and no one more than I can see the dangers to my talent, my skill, my calling, to my most sought after dreams.
MY DREAMS are tender and slightly rooted. So can you be more sensitive and caring when critiquing my feeble efforts? These are MY DREAMS. So would you tread softly as a skilled physician would with slow and sure hands of healing? Feel free to offer direction to my novelistic feet, but please do not wreck MY DREAMS before they have an opportunity to launch to flights yet unknown? Observe MY DREAMS, offer them fuel for extra milage, and give them water to quench their thirst. For this, I would be extremely grateful, but anything less would be gravely unacceptable.
012920PoSpCtest, Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire, Silent One
Ghost
And the feelings are fleeting,
As the love slowly dies,
Like a candle at the end of its wick,
The flame choking for breath,
Sputtering and clinging to life,
As it slowly descends into the hot puddle of wax,
What once promised longevity and preservation,
Has now become impending doom,
Waiting to feast on forgotten love,
Love is a funny game,
It follows no rules,
It preys on the dreamers,
It preys on the poets,
It preys on us all, the damned fools,
And as the flame flickers to smoke,
It wisps away in a thin pale line,
A ghost of the flame,
That haunts and teases,
Until another spark erupts,
From the cold dark wax,
The flame will again prosper,
On the love as it passes.
An unclaimed Gift
For you, I have placed my heart on a silver plate.
You have chosen to let it die – not to be your fate.
You see me through eyes – of a missed perceived past,
hear of me, through troves of gossip – believed – that cast
me in a light of doubt, uncertainty and fears.
For me, this knowledge brings on a world of tears.
You espy me in a light filled with shadows –
From which I am unable to escape the shallows,
that drown out any desire I have to shine -
in your eyes, in your mind, make you mine.
Oh to know you in all the colours of this universe
as they come at me though a prism – the prism that is you.
To be refracted, reflected, unfettered by inhibitions.
Now that would make for a great verse
But, if only - if only you knew,
all is but traditions.
You seem to hang on so tightly to the past.
Nothing that painful should ever last!
Yet you let these passed experiences hold you back
from taking in – enjoying the full essence of each moment,
therefore, lost forever, all that could have been.
My Dear, that is cruel, it is mean!
I know, and fully realize that it is self preservation,
but no way to live - do not give – stops creation.
B. J. “A” 2
April 13th 2007
August 26 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 49-50
Key Verse – Jeremiah 49:20 Therefore hear the counsel of the LORD…
FAITH IN GOD WHO EXHORTS US TO HEAR HIS COUNSEL
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against vanity
While pursuing after us from destructions of futility
Making our faith trust His truth’s certainty
So we can be strengthened with His might’s stability.
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against sinfulness
While forgiving us of our confessed guiltiness
Making our faith strive for sanctification’s steadfastness
So we can be purged toward living in holiness.
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against deception
While teaching us His doctrines and instruction
Making our faith go toward heavenly direction
So we can be guided to overcome temptation.
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against dishonesty and lies
While leading us through His precepts, immutably wise
Making our faith increase by Scriptural advice
So we can be courageous to fight any pretense or disguise.
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against foes’ cursing
While safeguarding us from fears’ oppressing
Making our faith follow His commandment-enforcing
So we can be enclosed around His preservation-blessing.
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against threats’ pain
While encouraging us along stewardship-terrain
Making our faith persevere for diligent service despite strain
So we can be grateful that in His trainings we did spiritually gain.
God exhorts us to hear His counsel against hardship’s sorrow
While pulling us from anguish and travails’ woe
Making our faith radiate in His light despite trials’ blow
So we can be fruitful, testifying about His great commission’s glow.
August 26, 2025
A nihilist sees the tree and
questions why a single leaf fears the wind.
If the tree exists at all.
An invisible speck of mathematical matter
tucked away in a nebular equation.
If the equation exists at all.
He stands alone on a sunny day
beneath a cloudless sky and waits.
Nearby, a family celebrates
their ability to multiply.
A child’s birthday party.
Just one of many for one of the many.
God willing.
The father smears mustard on a hamburger bun.
His daughter objects to the sesame seeds.
She picks a single seed
from the soft bread and positions
it beneath the blue nail of her middle finger,
presses the top of that nail
to the bottom of her thumb,
then sends the seed soaring to Kingdom come.
The nihilist refuses to see the seed.
How it glides through air defying gravity.
How it waits for an opportunity to strike
like a military drone
(all systems green)
looking down on the park
ready to blow that fearful leaf away.
In the name of self-preservation.
11/22/2018