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To President Joe Biden
Anecdote : It is an ode to poetry, nothing personal, nothing satirical, and the ultrasound is a personal experience of further need in contemplation of my left breast, where unwanted growths gave me a huge dilemma of metaphorical islands, benign or cancerous, does not matter.
Shawna has a sharp shape , robust figurative speech
Strange, nosy, but arrogant, stern and stubborn in beauty.
Her newly wed face had a bridal glow, sunlight mystery
She is particular in her pink dresses, pink lipsticks
and in her pink stones in carved jewels.
I remembered her through the legacy of thirteen years
Hospital floors are shiny, hinting in polished and polishing epigraphs
Reasons. Limiting definitions. Wanted and fine-tuned reasons.
The soap opera in happening time on the TV screen
mounted on the higher end, had an obnoxious hetero-mixture in latency
Las Vegas casinos or improper door fixation in pious inter-courses, timely or otherwise or whatever.
Always an earned longevity in otherwise, other way, in urging other needs.
No one permit it though
The janitors in duty, or the front desk attendants
All were busy too, belonging somewhere elsewhere.
Then I realized, I was wrongly -matched in my pairs of shoes
No one spared the other control, endless saga of two edged folding.
Although, I am a success story of a substantial assimilation of homo-sapiens tribal affair.
I have two eyes, two hands and two strong feet,
Strong, sensible and rational in a rationalizing world.
In the wider sense, too.
I did not recall Shawna , it was still a cloudy aftermath, till that pausing time.
But the end time was drawing closer and closer..
In the beforehand receipt of the ultrasound , and with the post one also.
So that doctor can convert these images into information
humane information
A rusty bastard life earning generous aristocrat reason
To keep it ongoing in Shawna's impeccable life
and in mine too, with my formal prosecutions of cacophony
of falling short in paired shoes.
Therefore the sonic time can heal and deal and reveal
The eternal research question of
The supplicating feminine weep hole.
Saddened Squirrel
she writes
like her wings
are dipped
in purgatory
hot water
and she is grounded
and broken
because of him
him, him, him
to her
how, how, how
he's met
every overture
every response
with bit lips
and olive branches
yet, yet, yet
she seems to think
like
he's the enemy
where he
would give anything
to be her
friend, friend, friend
you've heard this before
this isn't foreign
mater of fact
your wings are dipped
in angel's dust
you soar way higher
than others and him
don't you see that?
yet
for lack of rationalizing
you rather beat
around the bush
resort to innuendos
and subtleties
and angel zaps
did I say anything
about your sharp teeth?
You say he's driving
you crazy,
lying, lying, lying
you're depressed
you can't sleep
girlfriend
you're the creator
of your own
misery
can't you see that?
I do
I say
reach a resolution
I've tried
you can't be
going on
like this
not unless you're
playing
connie pachecho
4/28/17
EarthMothers
know we breathe in
a cooperative
domestic
micro-economy of sacred organic co-redemption,
Universal green ecological salvation
uniting EarthTribes' co-empathic
healthy democratic wealth
for restoring win/win global EarthHealing
Empowering
enlightened restorying of non-violent communication
in-between all MotherEarth's polypathic Voices
investing in polymathic
cooperative health/wealth ego/eco-binary Choices.
EarthMothers also glow
with dispassion for monocultural invasions,
global extractions,
degenerations
Of robust
polyculturally resonant
multicultural health
indigenously sustaining multi-generational Here/Now wealth
of cumulative
synergetic
integral Wisdom
Of EarthMothers
anxiously aware
that this global climate pandemic
is an unnatural public
and privately unspiritual defiance
of an anthrosupremacist
monoculturing
invasive patrilinear weed patch
Of inhumane
anti-religious world views
rationalizing StraightWhiteMale privilege
over sleek and sexy entertainments,
Investments in satiated comforts,
alcohol clouded abuse,
addictive gambling on unhealthy risks
of depopulating Earth's humanity
And civility
and complexly felt compassion,
nonviolent communication
ReBirthing EarthJustice
restoring resiliently healthy
multiculturing wealth
of regenerations.
Rationalizing cost humanity Paradise
with burden to choose right the price
an ego to be awaken to rise
when the herd falls asleep to vice
Snake pride tends to hide
selfishness in a tomb inside
righteous façade outside
to camouflage grudges' bite
Passing blame for robbery of joy
burning culprit in thoughts like toy
scattering ashes' sparks to destroy
compassion that love may deploy
As part of humanity body
a sneeze in Wuhan is felt in Bari
a boomerang that travels to return
multiplied to quench or to burn
Only God reads thoughts judges right
His lovelight perfection shines bright
through any window open to His light
sprouting charity everywhere in sight
First Place Winner: A Brian Strand Rhymed Contest-8/2/21
Honorable Mention: Carolyn Devonshire-Unity-1/22/21
I grew to fear my dad
he’d often beat me for the slightest thing.
A damaged, drunken man, he was close to going mad,
a tyrant and bully, in his house, he was king.
I remember the day we met
I was three when he returned home, a war vet,
smelling of stale beer and the stench of a cigarette.
Back then, the symptoms of posttraumatic stress disorder were unknown
soldiers simply dealt with it on their own,
and men’s hearts hardened like stone.
All those years lost to an illness make me sad,
yet I decided long ago to forgive him for everything,
rationalizing what took forever to forget,
though no gesture of love was ever shown.
Fragmented Spaces
7/21/2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
(118 Words)
Eye sick
whole body aches
hand kills
Heart of Jesus
bleeds
wounded by
wolves
tearing humanity
drunken on heresy
blasphemy
self destroying
conceit
Spirit of truth
shut out
conscience
distorted by pride
rationalizing
boredom of sin
with more sin
unchanging slavery
to lust and greed
mud carrying spring
unreflecting God's image
sickening body
of those who drink
weighing soul down
to sleep
smudging eye lenses
not to see
midnight sun error
God's love light
splendor
guiding
to Paradise
of joy
and peace eternal
Jesus
Blood in veins
of Christian Body
wall of faith
hope and charity
joy of heart
crystal clear water
cleansing soul to sparkle
illuminating path
of lovers of truth
Omnipotent
Omniscient Triune God
with Father and
Holy Ghost as one
may every knee on earth
bent in adoration
to Thy Majesty
and Thy holy name
be praised by every
lips and heart
and Thy kingdom of love
come
on earth soon.
I picture you holding my hand, and walking by my side,
I wake up to realize it was just a dream, rationalizing my hearts playing tricks on my mind,
It's a longing that's never left me, and I know if I opened the door,
That that longing will intensify and be left with wanting more,
Leaving the dream to wake up to my own two hands, and you are nowhere to be found,
Breaking my heart that Im not close to you,
Always wishing you would someday reach out,
Maybe one day you'll care enough and eventually put out your hand,
And I'll have the opportunity to get close to you so we both can understand.
The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing. Such revelations enable them to predict changes that will occur based on conditions that we mortals have created or have been a great contributor. Whether caused by natural processes over time or due to the reckless greed of mankind matters little, but the bigger question is whether or not we can effect a change, or is it really inevitable that we are ecologically and realistically doomed to annihilation. For at least half to three-quarters of my life, the government and the popular media have given me endless scenarios of, not possible but most probable catastrophic outcomes barring some drastic altering of mankind's current way of life. The kind of climate change that they foresee engenders a wildly ballistic mentality of anticipated pain and lasting misery of yet unheard of proportions, and it has the feel of a movie whose director and producer are prepared for mad dashes to high hills, mountain tops, and cave dwelling as the borders of southern Oregan clear across the Rockies and northern states become mere icepacks and freezer zones. The entire state of California will break away along the High Sierras and slide into the Pacific. Massive earth quakes, tsunamis, ice caps, floods, mud slides, forest fires, massive power outages, regional droughts, tornadoes, and hurricanes will as if having a mind of their own form a treaty to create a perfect storm in the northern hemisphere. Like the wild animals of the jungle and beasts of the wilderness, mankind's only feat will be to survive in an environment where the reasoning and rationalizing ability have been exchanged for a chaotic world of anarchistic instinct. *It is said that the locust does not have a king, yet they travel in bands. I do not look forward to a time when the locust accomplishes more in a leaderless state than we humans will. We will not be unified but disconnected as we slowly drift into a planetary abyss after pounding each other into the dust from which we came. Need I say more about how long this distructive condition will last? I know. So much doom and gloom....but I have too much to declare.
06042017PSContest, The Bleaker The Better, Julia Ward; Proverbs30:27*, NA
There is exquisite pain
In being offered a beautiful gift
Fine the wrapping
The bows beautifully beguiling
The attached card:
Love’s testament in writing
Everything indicates
The contents are perfect
What lies inside
Can satisfy, electrify, gratify….
BEAUTIFY, yes, beautify your life
Wrapped up in pretty paper
The outside tantalizes
Alluring me to open
Open…Open…OPEN!
Yet….
I sit and stare
At the beauty before me
Thinking...rationalizing...
Nothing lasts forever
NOTHING
Were the gift to be handled and fondled
It might lose its newness
Its mystic
Its beauty
It might get...old
And so
The gift sits there
Unopened
But there is exquisite joy in knowing
In there beats a heart for you
Strong and true
Experiences fresh and new
When you are stronger
You will pull that pretty blue bow
Yet for now...
it’s good to know
the gift remains waiting...
The gift is for you
Eileen Manassian
Look here, John, I did a thorough research
Inside, outside, up, down and all around
Facts, fables, hearsays and temple or church
Eager to know where mysteries abound
Stranger-than-fiction true and credible,
Mine and yours: life, death, God and the devil
Yet to grasp; to relate, impossible
Sages, prophets, saints – stringent or civil,
Torah or Bible, Koran or Gita
Eager to explain the meaning of soul
Rationalizing life's unique vista,
I believe life is beyond our control,
Easier it's to take life as it is
Sans all the mayhem and the mysteries.
Contest: Rhyming Acrostic sonnet - 10 Syllables/Line
Sponsor: John Hamilton