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Whatever holds us together is threatened
by forces rending us apart:
Disparity of wealth and poverty
increase the emptiness of belly or soul.
Migrants displaced, overwhelm
our sense of identity, security.
Extremes of weather surge and
pull at our foundations; the edge of chaos.
The media of instant communication
should make us instantly at one,
but expose our privacy, vulnerability.
The news makes us voyeurs
of misery and achievement
fostering both guilt and envy.
Even as we shut if off, we isolate
ourselves from the human story
that would hold us as one.
Our prayers for unity that we may be
one in Christ, are frustrated by the walls
of our heritage, our governance
forming boundaries that enlarge the effort
it takes to come together.
Ignorance of the faith of the other
breeds intolerance of cherished beliefs.
The very enthusiasms we espouse
to overcome the gulfs of isolation
underline our difference.
Even the sexuality of others
is seen not as an intimate union but
a promiscuous corruption of relating
that was meant to bring new life.
The bond of humanity is threatened
by forces that would put us asunder.
The phone rings, interrupts my isolation:
I am pulled from fragments into now.
My neighbour so other, recovered,
I can after all take to her Church
in this octave of Unity.
There
I am welcome in the communion
of hymns, held, with Wesleyan warmth.
2025.3.17
How true was it?
"A friend in need is a friend indeed"
T and I were friends for half a century.
Our friendship fell out three times over these years,
During our youth included our adulthood.
Each time, I honestly have not a clue
What had happened?
She remained extremely cold and distance.
After many attempts, I respected her decisions,
Just waited till she was ready to contact me.
Last time it happened in 2018.
Two years later, I met her brother,
He said she has been suffering
Depression after losing both parents.
Since then, I moved on with my life.
On year later, the person I cared for,
Succumbed to his terminal illness.
I needed her more than ever,
She still tackled with her mental health matter.
I moved on again.
Half a decade later,
I met BB, who introduced me
All the Firmware's Apps ,
To protect me from privacy issues.
When our friendship ended,
Most of the Apps he installed,
Started having troubles,
No one was able to fix them,
Because BB used very high IT Apps.
Within one year, I met Mr Loner,
Who travelled a lot.
He invited me a trip to Sydney with him,
At the time, I did not want it.
But something happened last week,
Prompted me to take a break with holiday.
However, the last time I travelled,
It was nearly two decades ago,
With the advancing technologies,
I have absolutely no idea,
What to do and how to book
The transport and accommodations.
Besides BB, T and Mr Loner were very frequent travellers.
One Overseas the other Australia.
But, did it matter?
They did not treat me as their friend,
For one good reason or another.
They were not there for me when I needed them.
I know they knew I knew,
I have been very good to them.
When they needed me, I was always there for them
That was exactly, what the saying meant
"A friend in need is a friend indeed".
I might be a loner but not a loser.
I have been and will always be a fighter and warrior.
12/15/22
Among a society
Obsessed with notoriety
I get occasional anxiety
Can't always find privacy
Still a battle with sobriety
A drawn out process or soon to pass
Continual polluted gas
Another disillusioned ass
Followed by yet again brutal acts
I'm always falling through the cracks
Down beside sewer rats
Couldn't find me on Google maps
Who is god?
I always move along
Through the fog
Never meaning to do it wrong
Continually my life in question
Like I never go in the right direction
Too much time and bedlam
A struggle with a Jekyll and Hyde complexion
Who know's if I'll find ascension
Climb to heaven
Like the legend
A lot
'Round the clock
Ceasing to stop
They think it's a crock, but it is not
Easily I don't place such beliefs
A continual junk heap
The problems run deep
Yet again smoked and drunk myself to sleep
Growing strong
The journey continually goes on
So much keeps going wrong
Sometimes feel like I just don't belong
I'm not even that close to mom
Just not the same as it once was
Paid for it in some blood
Gave it all much love
Yet still they just judge
It makes me upchuck
From sundown to sunup
They always try to one up over such stuff
Time has exemplified
A near endless genocide
Continually being swept aside
Poisoned by pesticide
Never been rectified
The culprit remains unidentified
I stall or march
This has nothing to do with Hallmark
Most are all bark
We are just not in the same ball park
Still making a small spark
Barely able to afford products from Walmart
Soon to fall apart
I could care less about the latest fashion
I go until the point of being blasted
Wake up with no idea of what happened
Down to my last ration
Until the next cash in
During hard times it took adrenaline and passion
I will NOT allow
ANY POET
to make assumptions
On any of my poems
Or make personal comments
About my life
Any comments on my poems
That violate my space
And my privacy
Will not be taken lightly
I am a loving, honest, sweet friend
I am a formidable foe
Consider yourself duly warned!
Jade
I've had a poet before post on my work asking me pointedly who the poem was about. That is nobody's business but my own. I will not take lightly to meddlers.
Disclaimer: I've made my own share of assumptions as well. If the person is someone whom I care for, I have asked him/her about it. It all depends on the level of friendship, I guess. People who don't know me...have no right to assume anything about me or my life.
The panda bear is cute but also shy.
So have you ever stopped to wonder why?
It goes back to that time in history
when all God’s creatures sailed upon the sea!
Old Noah built an Ark, which two by two
each kind of animal was led into.
A pair of pandas got put in the middle
of that boat! But pandas are not little!
The pandas, since they could not move about,
would sometimes bump into some creature’s snout.
Poor Mrs. Panda had no privacy
and felt too flustered when she had to pee!
Poor Mr. Panda, lost his wife’s affection,
and sadly afterwards, lost his ********.
The pandas, once they got off of the Ark,
were somehow able to regain their spark.
They ended up in China, learning to
“get it on again” and eat bamboo!
But now they face extinction once again,
thanks this time to crimes of modern men.
Everything is now against the norm.
Forced together, pandas can’t perform.
Such failure, like it was in Noah’s day,
must just be part of Panda’s DNA.
Let’s hope that we’ll be hearing very soon
the pandas being told to ‘get a room!”
This was originally meant for some Noah's Ark contest
that never got judged. So here it is now for YOU, PD!!
Attention:
This one is the problem child.
Mom and dad deny autonomy
take authority over a diary
supervised at all times; no privacy
door hinge wide open
so why are the walls closing in?
This home is an emotion free zone
Mom says save it for therapy
but stops taking me
says my borderline personality is burdening this family’s budget
believes I’ll be cured if she just burns enough cliches into my brain
“Just be happy with what you have,
what have you crafted in your head that is such a tragedy?"
I got pills to pop and prices to pay
I got emotions but I keep 'em oceans away
beyond the combination lock on a black box
Warning:
This medication may make it worse.
Unbearable.
And ain’t that just ironic?
peace of mind partners with possibilities
of seeming more psychotic
but it’s better this way.
Right?
Anticipate a thirty day delay
and lag like yesterday on your last leg
It’s better this way.
burrow into bed and brand yourself braindead
Just pretend, society says, suffer silently!
act as if any abnormality is absent
accept that it’s actually an act
learn to lock down your breakdowns
let them drown to the box’s rock bottom
Growing sick of cloaking conflicts
in courtesy of concealing others' comfort
so sorry if you choke
I will not spoon feed what you can’t swallow
I will scream my anxieties
annunciate every aspect of agony
trapping me where serotonin's lacking
Lab rat crawling its way back
taste-testing chill pills
forgetting how to feel real
sleepwalking through a social setting
so sick, yeah, I’m real ill
Everyone tends to forget,
the tension doesn’t rest when the poem ends.
I just had an epiphany
one on the grandest scale
Fire works went off in my head
Lucky pennies tossed in the well
I will take a single line
from all the poems I read
and come up with the greatest poem
in all of history
Just one line from brilliant minds
and jot them as my own
which shouldn't take too much time
for me to stand alone
I'll take their lines that make me cry
ones that make me smile
The ones that make me think I'll sneak
over to my side
I'll mix them up, lay them out
in some sort of rhyming order
No one the wiser will find out
I took them from another
I'll be known as the greatest poet
to ever grace the stage
As the greatest poet
to ever bless the page...
12/12/16
Written by Gail DeBole on March 5, 2014
Updated on March 6, 2014
Online had evolved and
Email was passe
People were E-talking
Without having to "say"
The device in their minds
Allowed them to discuss
By transmitting E-thoughts
To someone they trust
E-thoughts thoroughly recorded
By E-Thinking Police
Bad news for everyone
Who didn't hold proper beliefs
Good news for everyone
Who embraced the day
When safety became prevalent
In a techno-invasive way
Will complete loss of privacy
Be the price people have to pay
So that most can live
In a safe, comfortable way?
What do you think that life in Year 2095 will be like?
symbolism
of the metaphysical
self-depreciating
&deep
in a voice
of consciousness
so
intense&compelling
memorable
lines
over
the passage
of time
pieces&moments
incomplete
impulses&allusions
in
creative
spaces
discarded fragments
conceived
in isolation
unconventional
experimental
in creative
energy
an artist
of faith
in
transition
to bliss
of a
potential
prejudice
mirrored
in
turmoil
of disparate
pieces
outpourings
of
ego
eager&objective
adventurous&dynamic
motivated
by a fear
of inaction
profound visions
belief
in creativity
yet
remaining aloof
trapped
in time
shielded
in
privacy
an absence
of pattern
uniquely derived
free
of
definition
a mask
for the refined
excerpts
of influence
in a series
of verse
obscure
spiritual
releasing
the paralysis
of
the
revolving
mind
When this woman was born all those small years ago,
Her beauty was a sign of the times,
Her beauty was more than a story could tell,
Her beauty shone through in her eyes,
That were displayed in beautiful sparkling snapshots,
More blue than the deepest blue sea,
Her eyes shone through in every photo,
Just as pure as pure could be,
And every short day, for the years on her feet,
Her mum loaded onto the net,
Every bit of detail she would rather not share,
Details she’d rather forget,
Till now as an adult everyone can see,
Everything that she’s ever been,
There’s nothing at all private about who she is,
Her life is there to be seen.