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She says she tries to be both tender
and challenging with herself,
to fall less,
to dance more,
to help others fail less
and athletically prance more.
As she drives past the library,
closed for Sunday liturgy,
she sees the Seventh Day Adventists
on the front corner
with their sign
large enough for motorists,
"What is TRUE success?"
Although understanding this question
is rhetorical
with a dogmatic answer
readily at hand
for those with more adventurous
challenging responses
and dialogical interests,
she honks her tender feminist horn
and shouts out to celebrate
"HEALTH!"
White Adventists
turn darker red
and reply
"Not HELL
but Heaven,
each day on Earth God's patriarchal Sabbath,
for those with eyes to see Trust
and ears to hear Truth."
"Not HELL," she returns
while pulling over;
"Health is true success."
"What about spiritual
and politically empowering success?"
the sign-holder challenges
without much obvious tenderness.
"Mental health
is spiritually empowering health,
at least in my experience.
And yours?"
"I may see your pointedness.
But, what of true economic success?"
"Cooperatively invested financial health."
"Religious and cultural success?"
"Natural/spiritual synergetic health,
or so it seems to nondualistic
tenderly challenged me."
"If health is success,
then what is wealth?"
in your challenged tender pathology,
heading toward Hell."
"You are among those
who segregate sacred sabbath health
from secular business as usual wealth,
in an unhealthy bipolar nature v spirit way
I fear,
without intending blame or shame."
With your same bipolar challenging division
you could also choose to hear
dipolar tender invitations
in-between hell and heaven,
secular wealth and sacred climate health,
natural informing spiritual questions
like, What is TRUE success?
As she pulls away,
tenderly upward
and challenging onward.
Ingrained in human nature of guilt source
Fear exposes my need for divine force
God props me with, “Fear not… I am thy shield…”
So I triumphantly trust His best course.
Instilled for betterment in every heart
Fear drives me toward reverential start
Assured by “The fear of the LORD is clean..."
Thus from His guidance, I should not depart.
Imparted with desire for righteous goal
Fear propels soul to seek advancement pole
Amidst Christ’s “Fear not, for I am with thee…”
For the fulfillment of entrusted role.
Inflicting as worry, despair and doubt
Fear pulls my grip toward vanity clout
I pray, "...Unite my heart to fear thy name..."
Enabling my service of blissful shout.
*Luke 8:50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only…
August 28, 2021
5th place, "Your Favorite Poem Of 2021" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/23/2021.
gushing through, rushing in,
hearts will move above all sin,
you cannot see, you cannot fortell,
as it pushes you by force and sound,
whipping in, you whip around,
keeping your feet on solid ground,
by faith pointing from the direction it came,
practicing balance through storm and rain,
it takes you here, it takes you there,
like a trap it pulls you to its snare,
you see, you hide, but then come face to face,
you find the mask behind the face,
you stand in the middle, he takes you there,
this heart will pierce its hardened stare,
he sends you angels to guard and fight,
to protect you with his strength and might,
these warriors stand guard, and with armor can withstand,
they block its force with their awesome wingspan,
with beauty and love, you see these gentle wings spread,
with feathers made of iron they protect love instead,
as the storms force rushes in, its deceived by its look,
for these wings of beauty cannot be shook,
as it approaches full force, it thinks it can win,
it looks weak from a distance as it rushes in,
but as it draws near, it picks up its pace,
the force can't pull away from the speed of its race,
it believes it can conquer its weakened prey,
until drawn in too close, it cannot run away,
methodically planned to tear this house down,
but it cannot see into this holy ground,
its focus, its charging with only one eye to see,
until it steps in too close, the iron breaks its debree,
love and honor stand strong, beat at its own game,
for the righteous overcome its winds and its rains,
it captures the heart and puts it back into place,
praising him in worship as you sit through these rains,
know your protection, stand with its ground,
speak it in, and then speak it out,
confirm with the heart, his words are alive,
allowing the spirit to fill and then rise,
the battleground shakes, these chains break and fall,
with the words of his spirit, winds whispering call.
On a Carnival Night
Maybe I mean to smoke
might not style and steams
legs of metal and four bearded
heart pumps blood and builds me
source code to see stomping grounds
stuff pulls me to an empty head
soul and chance to become realized
smart women on my ass about it
see stop is called never do I listen
cowboy faith and escaped memories turn
bulking brothers exit to drawn messages
door slams in heat meet true winners
body of smell and head tripped up or sideways
stand right in front but I don't see you
know I need to quit back goals and reality of for casted
fame to bridge together more good habits
now and then we repeat the same thoughts
to move to it or act housed and sad the grab
light up pull on the things and breath out again...
3/20/22
Use to have on a blindfold
Always chasing fool's gold
Problems came tenfold
Lost sight of goals
Continually losing control
Fell into a black hole
Despite the toll
Never sold my soul
Still got a heart of gold
A lot of lies being told
Yet again B.S. unfolds
Until I'm old
There'll always be trolls
As well as gulls
And people that scold
In a world that can be beautiful or cold
Constantly I mull
In every direction, it all pulls
Can be difficult to cull
Endless thoughts inside my skull
Had to be bold
Put it all on hold
Took a stroll
Ended up at the North Pole
Oh no not him again
When will it end?
A bunch of backstabbers, nitpickers and crud talkers, ya'll suck
Can't sweat the small stuff
Messed it all up
Blew it away in the wind
What happen to the discipline?
Went back to it and did it again
You'd think I committed sin
Don't compare me to every citizen
At your own risk, try and call me a simpleton
On a planet tainted with carcinogens
From here to beyond Michigan
Often they say "it depends"
But it's not the same, much was different then
Since a kid always been a friend
She's headed toward Wimbledon
Owns a dog a named Cinnamon
And takes care of her dad on Insulin
What a peculiar path I'm on
They tell me to find god
Not temporary it's lifelong
Can quit or fight on
Big difference between right and wrong
Many of times I defied the odds
I helped animals such as frightened dogs
And white swans
According to
Who
Me or you?
Am I doing right in life
Or losing the fight and sight
Of what's important
Meanwhile true potential lays dormant
Another step backwards or closer toward it
In space I drifted
Often felt conflicted
Struggling due to being addicted
lost traveling quite rapidly downstream
he has released all but one final dream
hope has been overshadowed by despair
rejuvenation is beyond repair?
empathetic earth angel extends bridge
leans over and pulls him up to the ridge
depression is not easily sated
his emotions terribly inflated
he is surely sad and fully adrift
of course God is working to subtly lift
sweet angel with her extremely wise tools
breaks down his barriers, rewrites his rules
she nurtures him back to a healthy way
imagination remembers to play
Written 5-15-2020
Contest: Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Checked syllables with www.howmanysyllables.com
From the dark velvet of night
To the million shards of glass
Diamonds giving uncountable light
Hanging in a universe made of brass
Down to the silhouette of the coast
Listening to the sound of the ocean roar
The lone figure of a woman, lost
Standing in awe, longing for more
The wet sand pulls at her frozen feet
As the foam washes over the dark
In her heart she feels an agony of defeat
So many words have left an ugly mark
She opens her hands to feel the water
Longing for it to wash away the pain
Trying to remember, she is the King’s daughter
Feeling about her ankles the claws of a chain
As the salty waves crash
A voice can be heard
The vision is seen in a flash
No more is her memory blurred
The irons break and release their hold
The shadows depart from her mind,
Stepping out of the dark and into the gold
Of the truth she was longing to find.
Polarity showed up tonight in the small white pill resting in my palm—assurance and biological impedance within the same small shape. My endocrinologist believes taking it will rebuild my bone's density, coaxing my body to better use protein, collagen, and various minerals in places where time and age have thinned my bone's structure. But the pill brings its own polarity: it promises stronger bones even as a wave of morning-sickness nausea steals my comfort. Still, I take it, gratitude and resentment settling side by side in my heart. I’ve come to realize that sometimes polarity isn’t abstract. It’s real as real can be with me coping with two opposing truths coexisting.
white stone of healing~
a tide pulls both ways inside,
moor and undertow
A peaceful dawn in a verdant rainforest
Stretching and lowering their head submissively
Two tiger cubs in a fun frolic play and kittens yowl
Actively under trees, limbs, and leaf brushes passivity
Hugs, scratches, bites, and tiger growls
Along comes a black heart face gibbon
Swinging from branch to branch in high-speed
No tail, arms as long as his body like ribbons
Teasing he joins in “You can’t catch me! Yes indeed!”
Swinging from branch to branch in high- speed
Reaching for the cubs as fast as he could
He pulls their ears and pulls their tail to take heed
Can't seem to get enough of play since he began
The cubs jump and stretch and extended their claws
With all their efforts falling back to the ground with no avail
They suck and draw breath playing hide-seek to get their jaws
on the gibbon. From behind, the gibbon stood on the ground
and pulled their tails
They turned and chased as fast as they could and failed
Worn out conveying a lack of interest they walked away
Swinging from branch to branch in high-speed he stopped and inhaled,
“Where are you going? He wailed.
I’m not done playing?
Come back to play another day. “
3/13/2020
9/9/2016 added top line
The child was well cared for to anyone seeing her;
she had pretty outfits with hair ribbons and clips;
but she was really a little girl in despair;
there was never ever a smile on her lips;
and mother knew where to place the kicks.
She had lots of bruises but they were covered up;
tiny arms were black and blue but she wore a sweater;
she had no dolls or toys only a worn stuffed pup;
on hot days it was awful as she would swelter;
the little girl thought this was her life forever.
But one day something happened to change her life;
a teacher noticed dark bruises on her legs;
and on closer inspection there are wounds by a knife;
the mother is arrested for abuse (she weeps and begs;)
and the little girl pulls from her stuffed pup threads:
"Pup you were bad and now you must be punished," she whispers.
_______________________
April 24, 2021