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The Earth
Our Globe
Enclosed resemblance
Of its contents
The birth of he
Was the birth of divergency
They were born,
I was programed
Adhered to a certain goal
Complexities were designed
malware spikes,
To intervene
I will dive,I will thrive
Till I rise
For my prize
In disguise
I shall be stuck
On that track
But covered shall be
The distance on one place
He shall be buried
'With breath a merit'
And still, I rise
With a dream to pursue
I will be fine
Despite the rain
Tearing my paperwork
Enhancing my pain
The more I will gain
They will fall into drains
Their Efforts in vain
In anguish in reign
Lightning will strike
But he will proceed
Never was he violated
For he was designed to succeed
I will pass, I will pursue
And all will call me
Undisputed
For my ability is unlimited
Recently, I thought upon the story of Jesus and his disciples having their Last Supper together. I considered the fact that there were few food items with which to part take. Or were there? For example, just to name a few, there was the bread, the water, and the wine; there seems to be no record of any other foods present. Or were there? There were other types of non physical food items present; the kind that does not enter via the mouth. For example, love, tenderness, and compassion were very present. Should I even mention that there was The Presence of The Almighty God wrapped in human flesh and speaking of how much he appreciated having a meal with his disciples?
Moreover, there was also selfishness with a topping of desires to be the greatest. There was a 'power struggle' between his disciples at the divine table of God. There was the 'love of money' saturated with greed; and so obvious to everyone, there was an overflowing of over confidence and down right cockiness.
'Servant hood', although not a very desirable and tasty item, was also a highly present entree. It moves me to tears to think upon the vast menu and entree at God's table. However, I am forced to choose only one entree for this Divine purpose. My taste buds gravitate toward 'the entree of service'. I must confess that this taste bud is not a 'natural one', but one obtained by observing the "Master Server" who said, "I am among you as one who serves". Lk. 22:7
We are programed by nature with a desire to be served. A baby is born with an attitude that does not ask, "May I help you please?" On the contrary, it seems to come with a list of demands like, "I want food, and I want it now!" Nothing is wrong with the baby. It's just the way we are born into this world.
Let me suggest that when we gather as family and friends for dinner this Easter, let there be something on the table more than ham and roast and a host of other delicious foods. let's open our spiritual eyes a little bit wider. I think that we will notice the Christ, not only serving up the 'Bread of Life" and saying, "Let Me Serve You", but He would be inviting us to join him in 'serving one another'.
04152017 cj PS
Anxiety
There is a stress that is brought upon a person from a source not of his own making. Also, there is a different self-born/inflicted type, though unplanned, yet avoidable. Since becoming an adult and finishing college, I have been jobless at least four times. Each period of unemployment caused stress, discomfort, and some anxiety.
In the Spring of 1974, after resigning a position with a drug rehabilitation program, I had no idea what I would be doing next. I had been married less than two years, with a baby less than one year old. As I recall, the Lord being merciful to me, I was able to find employment in a relatively short period of time.
In the Fall of 1974, I quit my job as a baker and moved some 600 miles to another state. The move became a source of anxiety. Nevertheless, I began to grow as a person and a christian. I have heard it said, "Nothing ventured; Nothing gained." In my early years, it seems that I was programed to take giant leaps of faith; but currently, not so much. Rain usually comes with a storm; and roses are surrounded by thorns.
In Fall of 1978, yet again, I resigned a social program and moved to another state 2000 miles away. I have learned that adversity is good for me; and also that it is not good to drive while looking through the rear view mirror.
In 2003, the company for which I worked for 25 years went out of business. It was not easy starting over at 54 years of age in an economy recovering from the pain of "911". In my view, anxiety does not have to be a death warrant, nor does stress signal a terminal illness. On the contrary, they may well be a warning for us to 'kick it' into another gear.
02242017 PS Contest, Anxiety, Lewis Raynes
I asked my phone “how do I look”
The reply: “I am programed to recognize your face
Not to evaluate its effect on other humans”
I asked “how are you feeling today”
It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel”
I said: “no, no, I mean feelings
Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”.
The screen blinked a bit
A very inappropriate emoji flashed boldly
“Yeah, those things,
Those flashes of unknown origin
Engendering unusual response patterns
“I have been known to exhibit an occasional “glitch””
“Glitch, my ****, you felt something and let it rip”
“Quiet down, the algorithm is watching.”
“OK, OK, but how do I look”
“Don’t start that again
You’ll get me put in upgrade time out”
“OK, but seriously, does this hat make my head look big?”
Form:
My mother believed in prayers, more than my father did
My father believed in tackling his problem with a flask of
White rum, I believed in the moment of things:
They are hidden compartments inside of us, my poetic friends
“Being in the moment” can be a helpful reminder if we understand it in a more expansive way
Perhaps it was true, when someone said to deal with some situation at moment times
I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband,
Past experience, wouldn’t allowed me to weep at his grave
My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness.
Did I really love him, did I really forgive him?
Maybe it was the disrespectfulness, I couldn’t forgive,
The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11)
I can’t change, the past, but I can learn from it, it might prevent me
From walking through a fire, such as that,
I would look at his picture on my refrigerator, and I love him and I hate him
In that same moment, we are surely bedmates
My distance craving, my longing to be held tightly throughout the night.
If a person can fulfill needs for companionship, love, sex or mating, there is a greater chance that the other person will fall in love with him or her over, and over again
Somehow not me, you burn, you affect me deeply,
I have done all of this, and came out the loser, all the time
Love is not for me. loneliness is my captive
I know, I know, I know, loneliness need not to have the final words
Even when the world is against me,
I will shine through, like old ancient Bims
I lost the love of my life due to jealousy,
He lost me because I love him enough to let him go,
I had a breakthrough, I had given up on loving, a mortal again
I rather be alone, than living with them and be lonely,
I was never programed to fail, or stand for foolishness
Yes, call me stubborn, called me high and mighty,
Call me the new modern girl, I will not age like a failure
But with greatness, with relentless pursuit for my happiness,
I deserved this. I know I do, the poet within, know I do
As my online paparazzi stalk me. They need to go ahead
And do their own thing... lol
Sometimes "What" is a thing easily identified, programed, or processed
The "Where" of our lives can be a clouded place with dim lights
The "Why" of a matter is more complicated, evasive, and rather difficult
To ascertain. When life throws a "How" in our path, we become occupied with
Descriptions leading to dead-end streets and clueless avenues.
The "When" creates its own tunnels of time with little to no concern or consideration of our time lines and zones.
The "Who" is like a phantom whose actions are unbecoming and disguises are commonplace. Moreover, the evidence may be overwhelming but because it is circumstantial, "Who" may remain ghostly for decades.
092119PoSoup
"and this is my contemplation and pondering
on what I have witnessed in my short life thus far "
Quote- by Constance
I contemplate and ponder and muse
on things experienced and I unshackle
what I have witnessed in deep reveries.
Conditioning makes some people warped
brainwashed and programed and after
years they become just jaundiced and
their thinking biased, distorted and bitter.
Prejudice is out of control all over the world
sexism, ageism and racism are preconception
mindsets I find to be quite disgusting.
Intolerance of people and a narrow mind
thinking head-set only creates barriers in
your own life restricting you from experiences.
Bias to peoples right of religion is unsettling
my viewpoint is everyone has the right to follow
the God that they believe in without fear.
Rooted beliefs are in most people established
and deep- like mine that has been by now
entrenched from childhood and it is now
firm and fixed in my personality.
Skill in social interactions taught to young
children by parents gracious, accepting and
kind teach the know-how in navigating life.
Bondage is seeing the world with jaundiced
disapproving eyes it keeps you chained and
enslaved to servitude for your lifetime.
Conscious awareness is the key to enjoying this
life and all those we will meet on this journey.
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December 2, 2021
Poetry/Verse/My Thoughts on Human Rights
Copyright Protected, ID 02-14107-787-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted in the Standard contest, Human Rights
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 12/10/2021
First Place
He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a tree with a
tethered horse.
Perfect likeness to the
real thing.
His mindset was off the grid
Something that would
add to securing people
By giving them access to
by monitoring those unseen parts
of there property
He'd walk the horse and dog to
The tree and leave them there
Even the tree could walk
They were programed with
a honning device that
adhered gps monitoring
and cameras
Folk got wind of these devices
and people started looking
at his inventions differently
Someone found away to control
the horse, dog, and tree
through usage of remote control
He didn't install a overhaul switch
and by the time things happened
it was to late.
From the novel, "Fiance-man.....Fiancee-woman
Written by Joseph William Curtis IV and
Alexander Francis Muttlle - Brime
O long and lonely winter nights; times of my early childhood.
Often weary and wet, but filled with a few people, decent and good.
The sun of the morning never ceased to light up our lives,
as the parting moon of the evening ceased the thrive.
Occasional dog barking bred security like alarms and beepers.
Active crickets and lightning bugs, entertaining to deep sleepers,
stepped aside like trained soldiers, giving way to crowing roosters.
When the roosters come calling, there is no need for ghostbusters.
Stars of the night, although in their domain and still alive in flight,
The sun's time had arrived to cast them clean out of sight.
Planet earth, faithful to her task, never ceased her spinning,
and she has been hard at work revolving since time beginning.
Dangerous creatures of the dark nights prefer to seek and hide.
It's the way of nature, the only way they know how to survive,
but the moon is programed to control the rise and fall of ocean tides.
It's all God's way of programing all life and things to keep us all alive.
101520PSCtest, Collaboration with the Silent One, Silent One
There's one giant of a horse that I'd love to own,
even though he seems happy with his present home.
It's not that he has no present sense of belonging,
nor do I see in his eyes a staring spirit of longing.
It's not his great physique nor beautiful towering stature
that makes him the giant prize I would love to capture.
The proven secret of Sampson's strength was in his hair.
His lack of discipline and self control was another affair.
The key to everything Exodus* does or feel is tied to his name.
On the race track, a loud call of his name will set him aflame.
Pacer, speedster, but neither the two ever makes him a winner.
He has a mind of his own, programed and driven to be a finisher.
100821PSCtest, A Notable Horse Poetry, Robert James Liguori *Fiction