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WHAT IS A MAN
A man is someone who reveres God and His laws above all else.
He knows respect comes from these qualities and not from fear and he is known for his kindness and compassion.
A man is someone who is aware of his responsibilities and shoulders them willingly with pride in a job well done.
He strives to teach these values to his children.
A man loves his wife.
He honors and respects her and teaches his children to do the same.
He is the provider and protector of his household and he knows he is the head of the house because he has earned it, not just because he is "The Man" of the house.
What is a man?
He is husband, father, provider, protector, both leader and follower,(and he knows when to be each), servant and teacher.
And he's proud of it.
Judy Ball
(This lyric poem can be sung to the melody of "God Bless America:")
God bless Americans, all of us here
May He keep us, and steep us
In the Love of the Land He reveres
May we prosper, may we flourish
May we all freely strive
God bless Americans
and help us to thrive
God bless Americans
Who come from far and near
Cross the oceans, and continents
We all find a way over here
From Venezuela,
South Korea
Indonesia
or Iraq
God bless Americans
~ with freedom to strive
God bless Americans
~ and help us to thrive
June 27, 2018
Centennial Anniversary Year of the Composition
of "God Bless America," by Irving Berlin
Navigating through my life journey was not easy.
It was quite a ride going through dead-ends, detours,
slippery roads, winding roads, road hazards in forms
of emotional struggles, discrimination, losses of many
kinds, like divorces and finances, working two jobs as
a single mother and raising four children on my own.
It never occurred to me to escape my stressful life.
I was just focus to keep going including the times
I had depression, major or situational that also
emphasized high functioning depression, most
likely the rationale I was able to carry on with
my busy and stressful life….
After my last major depression episode fourteen
years ago, I found myself transforming my state
of mind by focusing and working on mindfulness.
I learned to quiet my mind submerging myself
into deep reflective thought of the precious gifts
given to me, my life, attributes, talents, blessings.
In my quiet state of mind, I am remindful of what
I had gone through and mindful that I am here,
right now, more thankful, more appreciative, more
grounded, more aware that stress is a part of life
and we live in a world that reveres busyness, like
the path to success, a misconception….
In the midst of a busy day or feeling stressed with
stressful circumstances, I detached myself and
find my inner calm and when I’m in the calm state
of mind, I feel tranquility or the feel of seijaku.
When you develop, embrace the seijaku value,
or the value of stillness or calm state of mind,
your calmness would not be shaken whether
you’re at home or someplace else….
Magical mystical soul palace
of my heart-felt dreams,
Are you surreal as you seem?
Polar bear guards, watching as I sleep,
Turquoise opal turrets,
with diamonds so deep.
Twinkling steps lavished with
lights of lavenders and turquoise,
glistening in my dendrite pond,
sprinkled with starlight magic,
inspired by my night faeries,
Showing me love and light
Keeping me safe until daybreak
as my soul has split, and the part
that needs to travel is no longer in body
But the other part,
nurtured by this magical mystical
soul palace, is having a fine rest indeed.
Feeling loved and revered.
There is a time for staying put,
And a time for moving on,
But do many of us know which is which.
I just know,
When I feel the seat is too comfortable,
I should move on from a group,
But then again, I like to feel comfortable.
When I see others succumb,
And start to act dumb,
Swallowed whole by the group,
Their interest now invested in only the group,
With all outside the group classed as them,
And all inside the group the only us,
Then I think I am right,
And fortunate to believe there is room for you and me.
But just occasionally I see someone who stuck with the group,
And everyone reveres them,
Be it only until the seat starts to grow cold,
Along with their attitude to those not in the group,
Which sets me to ponder, am I fortunate or no.
With friends in more than one group,
And the freedom to converse with many others in comfort,
Living with you and me,
Instead of them and us seems the more comfortable life,
And maybe the less dangerous one.
But I also believe in good and evil,
Therein lies the rub,
So, it is fortunate for me, that I don't go too often to the pub.
Fragments of voices
like phrases of song
are accepted inside
as not too horribly wrong.
But whole operas,
learned dissertations,
and uncertain scientific recreations
are not accepted outside
without establishment's substantial reservations.
Indigenous wisdom hears
and reveres interdependent wholeness
while modern patriarchal strength
is willing to sacrifice independent fragments
to preserve overpowering social lengths.
If space is heard
in wholeness
versus inter-connecting fragments,
How different is this totalitarian
transcendent view?
When universal time
expects unchanging chronic wholeness,
constipating stuckness,
rather than interdependent holistic fragments
co-acclimating of and for this WholeEarth.
Fragmented voices
swallow sounds of hopelessly isolated individuals
inside and outside
when not listened to
with totalitarian absence of reassurance,
lack of personal appreciation,
or denied basic healthy identity tolerance.
These sounds
and song fragments
universally disintegrate Now,
against Past,
and Future
dispassioned
cycles of colonizing
violent revolutions.
Voices for fundamentally supremacist religion,
like choices for national monoculturing "patriotism"
sound terrifying when Wholeness
becomes transcendent universal Patriarchy,
kleptocratic,
rather than internally uniting Matriarchy,
messianic.
Voices sung in dissonance-stretching harmonies
[of oxymorons,
re-creative tensions,
dichotomies
anatomies
between competitive left minds, theoretical,
and cooperative right bodies, experiential,]
listen, instead,
for interdependent global Wholeness
co-arising universally personal multicultural fragments
of empowering integrity,
political symphony,
economic synergy,
artistic epiphany,
capital cooperativity,
universal fragmentary synthesis.
Fragments of voices
like phrases of song
are best accepted inside
like outside
if not too horribly long
wrong.
after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas
Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed,
Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows.
Grace knurls the grip that time has long betrayed,
To swage wrath and fury to a form that age endows.
Grace reveres the knurled design that time has hewn,
Not as a defect or flaw, but as grip etched by yen of years,
Like old trees twisted, contorted, too far gone to prune.
It’s grace that cradles calloused scars, not fears.
It’s the gnarls of age that knurls the last grasp of rage
to rebel against the curse of dusk’s encroaching bite.
Stroking the rebellious snarls that ring on anvil stage,
as loved ones bear the thumps and flails of the plight.
It's the gnarls of age that knurls the grip to fight,
against the blight in the coming of good night.
Esteemed Mr. Elly reveres science
friendly, Aibohphobia undiagnosed
always studying, thinking constantly
Azotemic energy, breathing theories
ideas enlightened, eliciting fawning students
readily schematize and azotize
enjoying and debating
behavior – memetic.
ideas of mehitzas, encouraged
muddy ammocete gently welcome
metazoic study for Elly
zoecium comfy
scientific man, thinker, deep
deep thinker, man, scientific
comfy zoecium
Elly for study, metazoic
welcome gently ammocete, muddy
encouraged mehitzas of ideas
memetic behavior.
debating and enjoying
azotize and schematize, readily
students fawning, eliciting enlightened ideas
theories breathing, energy - azotemic
constantly thinking, studying, always
undiagnosed Aibohphobia, friendly,
Science reveres Elly, Mr. Esteemed
Science schematize
I held my arms out to her.
Waiting for her to hug me.
I miss you today. I whisper.
Such a moment of jubilee.
I fair need to be on the charm of my dove.
She's in my heart forever.
who can spy Springs flow pure love
She felt the warmth stream over.
The water flows by the scent of my flowers.
How the body flows under jovial heaven?
She reveres the shadow cower.
And carries a little of the old leaven.
The window blasts the spring breeze.
The Parrot soaks my glass of bliss.
The sip of divine grace appeases.
She is upbeat to know my kiss.
I did not realize the beginning.
But agreed the plan was shrewd.
In the end, I ran out of paper, querying.
That’s a sound chain of deeds.
I have no place in any scenario.
Why should we live in vain?
Who is impressed that the big profit is our embryo?
Who persuaded them that you're trusty, not a strain.
Who claims women’s vision there's no delight in labor.
This vicious principle was extended still further.
I feel that I can't swim; in the sea of flavor.
May the breeze prank with all the storms of fervor.
Soothe the lips of the roses.
Pacify the voice and bright guitar melodies
With the charm of nectar doses.
She said I was from winds, in the books of parodies.
Not the background bust, all lines of affection.
You crush me toward the edges of the stage.
I remain in the strides of attention.
I alter my words to see your sage.
The contrast between realizing how to play words
A dream weaved dramatic content for me.
You are a princess, in my words.
I cruise with your eyes; that’s the key.
You are my novice
You are my present and my past.
You lift my goodness.
My sonnet is your name hast.
Your energy will stay in my books.
No cease to worry yet.
Hide the blood shadows from your cheeks
The lines had a chance to thrust.
Do not be shy.
Do not be shy.
We grew up listening to the famous race
between the fast moving hare and slow moving turtle
in which the turtle defeated the overconfident hare
why don’t we turn turtle and learn its nature for
the turtles outlive generations of others species on this planet
they can protect themselves with sturdy shell shields
the turtles migrate frequently and travel long distances
they wisely understand ocean currents better than any else
the turtles have wrinkled bodies but also see many more seasons
they are laid back and love stability and live long
mythology reveres turtles who supported earth’s creation on their strong backs
and they draw strength from their meditation on the creator
they are friendly, easygoing and a patient lot
they may be cold-blooded but know how to adapt to all conditions
why don’t then we let them raise their necks high and learn from their wisdom?