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Kids are playing in the back
Trying to score something on what they call an attack
Going left to right
Experiencing an aggressive feeling plight
Moving right to left
No need for a flag or a ref
Exercising competing in a fair style
School books on the sidelines in a pile
A goal is earned
Nothing to be concerned
Where do you find class?
Kicking a peaceful pass
Raising a hand having a right answer
Dreaming of curing cancer
A friendly message about raising the bar
By setting something up for the star
Testing an ego if things are going too far
Nobody around
Only the children recreational sound
Being friends
Nothing needs defense
Only an attitude to your best
And a handshake before the rest
Being good
Or doing what you should
Is the priority
In explaining a story
Success can be seen on a lighted board
Maybe after a roast beef dinner and an award
But it truly comes from inside
When it is respected how much one tried
Calling it a game
Giving it a name
Memorizing dates from long ago
And people who were in the know
Planning what to do
Is up to you
Activities that are fun
Can hold a lesson when they are done
Creating a discussion in the classroom where it is worth a ton
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- In memory of the La Vegas shooting victims –
When compassion becomes reduced
to his "right now"
every time swollen climax,
Then passion's sensory potential
becomes reduced in focus,
usually emphasizing lusty speaking
over loving listening,
To seeing
more than hearing
harmonic heart beats
and breath
and other
lower
bilateral co-arising
tumescent swollen dipolarities.
Yet, a larger frame
and deeper consciousness
cooperatively held
managed
owned
committed play space
need not compete
with left-brain
male dominant decontextualizing
ego-absorbed focus
Larger co-relating passions
empower inclusive resonance
between sensory and specifically sexual
non-violent verbal
and non-verbal communication
Expands inside/outside enlightenment,
integral climax
post-climax
pre-climax
yin-valleyed unclimaxed reflective seasons
and health-wealthy reasons
within any passionate Earth relationship
From the sublime
to the dysfunctionally ridiculous
with mutual forgiveness
active curiosity (never passive impatience)
courage
loyalty
integrity
empowering win/win EarthTribe health
and enlightening ego/eco-systemic
bicameral
contextual
psycho-neurological robust wealth
of multiculturing
fertile co-passion.
It seems male
Yang
root chakra energy,
especially StraightWhiteMale privileged incarnations,
expend considerable time,
and, too often, money
on teaching our sexual bodies
how to powerfully climax
And almost no ecofeminist time
and recreational space
listening to our compassionate sensory hearts
and breaths
and bicamerally communicating minds
to co-empathically climax
resonantly
resiliently,
as regeneratively felt and heard
connection
between sensual synergy
beauty
symmetry
synchronicity,
and sexual integrity.
Political Sophistry
Written: by Miracle Man
7/10/2018
Politicians are so adept in using sophistry,
And this election year they’re at their best.
Medical Marijuana, now passed, is history,
Recreational use will be Oklahoma’s next test.
Many Jesus professors embrace without qualms,
We’re so morally bankrupt we can no longer see.
It’s become about lucre that crosses their palms,
As we lose children to Marijuana and debauchery.
Most politicians will accept without trepidation,
And give maximum effort bringing it to a vote.
While selling their soul into eternal damnation,
Taxation for education will be sophistry’s footnote.
LIGHT-SWITCH
I was ignored in the light
So I hid in the dark
I was shamed and sly
So I told myself a-lie
Full of despair, now I grown out my hair
Like Samson my strength in follicles
My feelings recreational
Neither longer truth nor dare
This chapter in my life sparks
Memories no longer in the dark
For you see I am a sinner
And now I’m coming out of the dark
You see I’m saved and forgiven and now I see the light
My life is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My love is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My eyelids are liken a Light-Switch which turns on or off
Unlike my feelings for God and Our Lord I will serve Him in peace and when I’m distraught
Unlike myself you see God’s not a light-switch, for He doesn’t turn on nor off
10/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying
Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief
The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge
Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge
Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge
Improvisational expression after structural defeat
Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat
Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet
Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete
We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws
While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more
As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor
I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for?
Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ?
Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering
Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering
As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering
Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky
Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry
Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy
Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
A day when everything goes your way
I must be doing something wrong
when you do everything on your checklist
Haven't I forgotten something?
when all those checks arrive in the mail
How many will bounce?
when your wife listens to you and says you're right
Are you sure you're feeling well, dear?
when your teenagers clean up their rooms voluntarily
Go ahead and treat yourself to some recreational marijuana, guys
when your boss gives you an unscheduled raise
Uh-oh. What miracle does he want out of me now?...
when you get in the swiftest check-out line in the supermarket
when you make every green light on your commute to and from work
when you win Powerball AND Little Lotto
when you get zero telemarketing calls
when this dream ends with
a wet, sloppy kiss from
your loyal, trusty dog...
As i sit here and reminisce of my
joyful times as a kid I think of how
big your Heart was and all the
Knowledge you give.
While under your care no
recreational landmark was far you
took Me everywhere, From Toa Alta
to San Juan or El Morro to Dorado I
can still feel the Oceans Water, smell
Coconuts in the Air even hear an old
Man playing the Bongo.
Even if I was bad an 8 year old
Tornado nightmare you never laid a
Hand on Me, Instead you gave Me
the Parental stare in return I would
say ok Abuelito I'll be good I swear.
Many Years have passed since your
relocation to Heaven above, In my
Soul my Heart and my thoughts you
are far from gone.
I wish you didn't have to leave the
world so soon but God needed a
General to guide his Platoon, You
were a Leader and adored by many
getting to Know You and meet You
was a blessing.
You played a big role in my Life you
solid Heart of Gold, Until the Day that
I age to be to old, Forever in your
Honor I shall be proud to be a
Muñoz. ™©
By : Shawn Muñoz
Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
others lay in memorials of the mind and heart of freedom's start.
Walking in the shadows of the forest growing bare
the pathway, worn and tattered by twigs and leaves of this locale
abandoned layers born of unknown, hidden architects no longer there
an opening spillway becomes a stage to walled canals.
Some harvested stone stacked upon each side
keeping water flow secure along Delaware and Raritan park roams
contained and directed from Bound Brook on to Princeton pride
away from the mix of dirt and cobblestones.
Who once walked here, where canoed and kayak waters strewn?
along this unpaved curl of hidden trails indemnity
twists and turns unfurling to a spillway hewn
where memorials now stand as markers without memory.
They say, Irish immigrants built this waterway like a well-planned quilt
some bodies buried where they worked and died
benath the rocked mortared wall containments blood built
and their hearts sought freedom without walls that today still cry,
For Craig Cornish cotest, A Wall in the Woods
10/7/2020
Background: The 70-mile Delaware and Raritan Canal State Park is one of central New Jersey's most popular recreational corridors for canoeing, jogging, hiking, bicycling, fishing and horseback riding. The canal and the park are part of the National Recreation Trail System. This linear park is also a valuable wildlife corridor connecting fields and forests. A recent bird survey conducted in the park revealed 160 species of birds, almost 90 of which nested in the park.
With its wooden bridges and 19th century bridge tender houses, remnants of locks, cobblestone spillways and hand-built stone-arched culverts, the canal is a tremendous attraction for history lovers. The upper portion of the feeder canal follows the Delaware River through historic New Jersey towns such as Frenchtown, Stockton and Lambertville. The main canal passes the Port Mercer bridge tender's house, through the charming villages of Kingston and Griggstown to Blackwells Mills.
While floating in a tranquil way
Green and yellow ducklings had a lot to say
They swam up and down the stream
Living the dream
Showing formation as a family team
Until one day there was an interruption
Beaver, Inc. building corruption
“What is this?!”
Lead duck did hiss
“It’s a dam,”
Said construction fore beaver Dan
Who was contracted to create a traffic jam
“You are bothering the traveling flow
You know”
Replied the duck
About this idea by the beavers to make a buck
“It will be good
Made from sturdy timber wood
Guaranteed to stop over water running
While we beavers are sunning
Stop drop a half a buck
We wish you good luck”
One beaver gave an address
Explaining progress that was right now a mess
“What a beaver dam
Scam
Fifty cents is nearly a dollar,”
Those ducks were giving a holler
It was then it began
A Beaver State civil stand
If the orange and black
Are successful in the academic sporting attack
They will be able to purchase dam supplies
Twining around those ducking cries
On top of that there would be a silver contribution
Since this was a thoughtful solution
To allow the Beaver to enjoy a recreational bake
During the summer time break
But if the ducks take home a win
Those beavers will be contacting their next of kin
When the critters go to sun bathe
There will be no dam to stop the wave
Created by the ducks swimming thru
Staying cool
Getting ready to study real hard in school