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Premium Member Impressive Passions

Positive Yin knows 
bilateral awed impression
as Positive Yang grows
healthy-wealth wondrous compassion,

As Negative Yin flows risks
to pride's depression
as Negative Yang down-blows 
humility's oppression,

Winter in as Summer out
WhiteHouse down as GreenHouse up
Yin back as Yang forth,
BrightHole Alpha
as Matriarchal (0)Mega Womb

Depressed Alfalfa
as oppressive OliveOil,
in another LoseLose childhood dream.

These four faces of change
are like four-horse seasons
of worship,
liturgical summer life
through winterish death 
of ego's LeftBrain Robber Baron dominance.

Negative Yang with Negative Yin,
both self-oppression and other-depressing,
represent winter
as advent of creolizing chaotic rebirth
through grief and messianic healing weakness.

Positive Yang with Negative Yin,
self-compassion with residual depressing memories
of winter's coldly violent revolutions,
nightmares of loss,
hibernation of interdependence,
usher spring's replanting schedules,
organic developments
for environmental and interior rebirth.

NewBorns cooperatively search
and knock
and find
summer's PositiveYang-PositiveYin
co-passion with awed self-esteem
climax,
Yet late summer Musing maturity
already predicts Autumn,
early harvest stages
of WiseElder beloved community discernment.

PositiveYin with NegativeYang
speak up 
for a healthier Left with Right ego-eco balance,
a return to secular/sacred worshiping
health quantities and love qualities
of ElderRight procreator
with YoungerLeft co-awed
interior personal
exterior political compassion,
impression,
harvesting our best WinWin seeds,

Rejecting LoseLose historical supremacist experience,
Negative Yang with Negative Yin
eternal winter
predicting
both Ego and Eco-demise
rather than
PositiveYang health
with PositiveYin wealth,
wondrous FullSun compassion for myself
impressed by awe with sacred EarthTribe Other.

Regarding what we will
now more polyculturally
polypathically plant
this polyphonic WinWin 
ZeroZone renewing Spring.


Premium Member In the Harem of the Flower Kisser

at the break of dawn
a  Hummingbird starts his rounds
 Morning Glory sought

flaunting a red hue -
Mexican Sunflower tempts
looking hot, hot, hot

the Don Juan of birds 
sucking nectar from Beardtongue. . . 
drunk on French kisses

Goldenrod at noon. . .  
Zephyr carries a sweet scent
beneath a gold sun

between Rose bushes
the Flower Kisser gets lost
in Blue Infinity

Sweet Pea and Bee Balm
entice with purple petals. . . 
Bees join the orgy

Monarchs swarm in droves
when blue Hummingbird alights
on Butterfly Bush

Evening Primrose
waving in the dusk’s last breeze. . . 
the proper lover

the Flower Kisser
leaves his harem sated as
white Moonflower glows


*The capitalized names for flowers
represent some of the most popular
flowers visited by hummingbirds.
Form: Haiku

The World As We Know It

Records of the day stand in evidence, of the state, in which the World exists today.  The torment of men in power, and the people they represent, is the incredible disparity between the two sides.  Only the most selfish reach the level of weedy words that can come from screeching mouths!  The state at which a modern system of peaceful existence can be perverted to stand neck and neck with groups like the K.K.K.!  Imagine, and I believe you can, if the Founding Fathers could see us now, all the hard work and bloodshed for what, some fools jumping around spouting new levels of hateful and inciteful language and threats being bantered around, trying to run down the stately manner in which our nation was created, indifferent to the notion of what they could be handing down to their most precious commodity...our children!  Great governments can only work if the people work inside the honorable ways, that stand the test of chaos, to stand in the shadows of great men who look down from their high place and bend on one knee for the state of their beloved inspired and stunning creation.  Fearful of what is actually a dangerous chink in the understanding of what our nation is or isn't!  Only people with that in mind can navigate the deep divergence in legal interpretations that bend the structure of something better left alone.  Great Kings and Imperial Masters can attest to the results of slipping a word in here and a period left out there.  Those who came before us, their faces  on the bills we hold in our hands, frozen in the indelible stare that silently says...dare not to diminish the columns that support this brandished and vulnerable vision that we callously call...Our Home!
© Meru Groen  Create an image from this poem.

Home Is Where the Heart Is

Home is where the heart is…

They say that home is where the heart is…

If the heart is hollow and dusty then its home will always be dull and lifeless
If the heart lacks security and a desire to be loved then its home will always be treacherous and isolated
If the heart lacks joy and peace then its home will always be hopeless and agitated

If the heart lacks direction and is lost then its home will always be dark and motionless
If the heart feels rejected and criticized its home will always be embarrassed and despised
If the heart feels alone and worthless its home will always be empty and will lack value

What can be done in order for the heart to dispose of these negative thoughts, feelings and emotions?
How would its home portray and reflect when these negative thoughts, feelings and emotions have been vanished?
Who can take all of these troublesome aches and worries and replace it with nothing but pure clarity?

There is only one holy ‘person’
He is the only righteous King that can carry these heavy burdens of the heart

He is the beginning and end, the alpha and omega
He is the one and only…

He is worthy
He is mighty
He is everlasting

They say that home is where the heart is…

If the heart is filled with His word and promises its house will always represent the Kingdom of God

Premium Member Come Sit Awhile With Me

Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
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Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest and let your mind be free
of pain, distress and anxiety.

The willow weeps to see true love part
and is a shelter for broken hearts
A safe haven of serenity
to restore shattered tranquility.

Come listen and hear the sweet birdsong
release the hurt you've felt for so long
Tears will help heal the sorrow and pain
allowing your heart to sing again.

One day it won't ever sting at all
only the tenderness you'll recall
For nothing is lovelier, it's true
than a love that meant so much to you.

Treasure the first whispered "I Love You"
Keep it near and dear, forever do
The melody of love's sweet refrain
worn like a beautiful golden chain.

If only shared kisses could be kept
they would overfill a treasure chest
Every one a precious diamond gem
part of the love that they represent.

Memories are truly heaven blessed
moments far too precious to forget 
Warming one's heart in so many ways
in beautiful dreams of yesterdays.
19th January 2021
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Completely Your Choice (46) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member When a physics teacher loves a biology teacher

A severed umbilical cord is
just the beginning of life,
but the heart binds unhindered
no matter what!
have you seen a mother’s tears
when her child is in harm,
or a bison advance on a wolf pack,
to save its calf?
we feel the pain of distant love,
sometimes the tremors of their longing,
sometimes a cloud of a passing worry,
a missed beat, of an event unseen!
life cannot always be explained 
with values of science, nor attractions
through laws of gravity,
a mirror reflects your image,
but does not replicate your personality,
in that simple truth you realise,
the limitations of physics, and the
power of creation beyond the reaches of science.
world we live in - is physical, our bodies are physical,
but projected thoughts and feelings are ethereal,
cannot be computed by any known apparatus.
you know my love, by the sense of your feelings,
I know you, by the sincerity of your thoughts,
when we cease to be, tears still roll down,
from unseen memories, 
I shall always remember you,
and love you, for what you represent,
the values we adore, and that bond,
that no nuclear reactor can ever gauge!
So when I say, I love you,
believe me, I do! and I bring no
flowers or cards to say so!

Premium contest 3 winner
Written 11/11/2023
The Metaphysics of Human Connection and Existence '  poetry contest
Jaymee Thomas sponsored

Premium Member Christmas Comes But Once a Year---

Christmas comes but once a year---

Christmas comes but once a year;
We all must remember why, it's here;
It's not all about gifts and presents;
Yet, there's something more that needs to be represent;

Jesus, wonderful Savior
Wrapped up in glory
Came down

God placed Him in the womb
Of a virgin woman

Oh! now it resonates;
The power here on earth
And His glory shines
And His glory shines
Rise all
Come all ye and let's praise the King

They say, some do that God is dead
Yet we whom are saved and believe know that He lives
He is alive
My God alive
And Jesus is by His side



Christmas comes but once a year;
We all must remember why, it's here;
It's not all about gifts and presents;
Yet, there's something more that needs to be represent;

Jesus, wonderful Savior
Wrapped up in glory
Came down

God placed Him in the womb
Of a virgin woman

So in His presence
Jesus is the greatest, present
For God had wrap Him up in love
God has sent down His only beloved
Wrapped Him up in love


God placed Him in the womb
Of a virgin woman

Oh! now it resonates;
The power here on earth
And His glory shines
And His glory shines
Rise all
Come all ye and let's praise the King

Christmas comes but once a year;
But our Lord and Savior is always here;
Christmas comes but once a year;
But our Jesus is always here;
Christmas comes but once a year;
But our Jesus is always here;

12/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.  ©2018
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Drawn To the Moon

DRAWN TO THE MOON

Hello up there!  I am always drawn to you and
every time I gaze at you, you are so mystifying.
A goddess looking down with a bemused smile.
Like a mysterious woman, bewitching, beguiling.

Your gender is supposed to be neutral in English.
Yet, you give the aura of feminine or yin energy.
Your light is bright; but tender like a night light
in the dark for a child to sleep through the night.

Unlike the sun’s light that becomes harsh, strong
and sometimes unbearable and can also be brutal.
Like Helios and Apollo, the strong Greek sun gods.
You on the other hand personify Luna, a goddess.

How can you not, you can change your shape being
full, crescent, first quarter, last quarter; like a woman
being a wife, mother, daughter, worker or homemaker. 
So as your full moon names that change every month.

You represent powerful feminine energy and you are
the most poetic symbol for poetry and literature, the 
symbol instilled by divine power to a feminine object
to show, imply, denote or express love and lovesickness.

Your bright light is so magical, bewitchingly putting
lovers under your spell for those moonlight kisses.



8/3/21     Is The Moon Male or Female Or Both Poetry
               Chantelle Anne Cooke

Human

I am human
I am not the beginning
Nor the end of it.
Evolution did not begin with me
nor am I so arrogant
As to presume that I, Human as I am,
Will represent the final flowering,
The culmination of creation.

I am human.
I was not created so. Though it is so written.
Creation is not so constrained by written words.
I am an inheritor of the genes of my ancestors
and some of them were human too.
I am a brush stroke among many in creation’s
Masterpiece, and not its canvas or its frame.

I am human,
Descendant of the first life to flower
In this small part of creation's garden.
I am not alone in having words
I am not alone in having love
I am not alone in knowing creation.
I am simply human.

Kim Helen James
26/2/2019
© Kim James  Create an image from this poem.

Maryland


August 25, 2025

Dear Kevin Mathenia:


Thank you for taking the time to reach out and share your thoughts. Your engagement in the democratic process is not only appreciated it’s essential to the work we’re doing together to move Maryland forward.

In this administration, we believe that government works best when it has meaningful input from the people it serves. That means hearing directly from Marylanders about the issues that matter most to them and how they impact their communities, whether it’s public education, public safety, housing, health care, or creating opportunities to thrive. Your voice helps shape how we govern. Your participation makes our state stronger.

Lieutenant Governor Aruna Miller and I came into office with a clear mission: to leave no one behind. That starts with building a government that is responsive, inclusive, and centered on the lived experiences of the people we represent. The challenges we face are real, but so are the opportunities. And with partners like you helping guide the conversation, I’m confident that we will elevate to meet this moment.

Please continue to stay in touch with my office, and know that we are listening. Your passion and commitment to Maryland’s future matter, and I’m grateful to be in this work alongside you.


Sincerely,


Wes Moore

Governor

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