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I left the convenience store with a bag of cashews,
which I munched on my walk home.
I came upon a squirrel foraging
among the birds on the ground all alone.
I tossed a cashew this squirrel's way,
and the squirrel pounced on it right away.
I tossed it another and then another one,
and that's where this story takes a terrible turn,
teaching me one of the hardest lessons I ever learned.
Out from nowhere a hawk pounced on him.
The poor little squirrel didn't even have time to scream.
The hawk had mercifully killed it instantly.
My selfishness in wanting to get closer
to this adorable little critter of nature,
caused its' unfortunate early departure.
Had I stayed out of the picture and not distracted him,
with my very delectable and very easy food source item,
the squirrel would have been much more aware of its surroundings,
and most likely would have noticed the hawk
long before the hawk had even seen him.
That day and the days after I spent in a deep depression.
This moment of clarity was a very heartbreaking lesson.
It's best to just leave Mother Nature alone to do her thing.
Bad things inevitably can and will happen with humans interfering,
no matter how good may be their intentions.
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life Contest
08/20/2016
"Reality is something you rise above." -Liza Minelli
There is a host of systems the world over that mankind has chosen to live under or to be governed by. Some of these systems are cultural,
and others are political or religious. Some systems are so entrenched into the life and psyche of its people that there is very little opportunity to escape
their gripe. Unfortunately, these are "Realities" that the populous in many societies must learn to live with or, in many cases, become a criminal or castaway in society.
In the "Free World", it is easy to take for granted the mindset to which we have become accustomed. We all are subjected to the reality we are born into, but at some point, we learn and come to realize that reality is not our god, and we are not bound to remain in an unpleasant status if we choose to prepare ourselves to face the challenges and "Rise Above" the unpleasant plight into which we find ourselves. Even in hostile societies with far less freedom, men and women have found ways to "Rise Above" those seemingly inescapable realities. The "Rise Above" is often very costly endeavors and pursuits, resulting in imprisonments and too often even death.
There are other realities in family life that are more personal and far less
hostile. For example, My father died, leaving 11 minor children with our mother who was 35 years old. Some of our relatives, desiring to help our mother, offered to raise some of us kids. Without much thought, our mother said "No". Though her sadden reality looked dark, our mother had a personal faith
in God that energized her to believe that she could "Rise Above" her challenging reality and make a good life for her kids. She chose to keep us
together, and I have no doubt that we are the better for it. Father was gone, and mother made the wise right choice because she knew best.
021820PoSpCtest, She Inspires Series, Maureen McGreavy
What are these many
small things,
We're told we shouldn't sweat?
Perhaps a seemingly
harmless lie,
With no thought or regret.
Or maybe it's that friendly wager,
quite harmless,
between two good friends.
Again you say"What harm
can come",
If just this one rule bends?
That dirty joke at which
you laughed,
to feel accepted in your crowd.
Or epithet muttered beneath
your breath,
God hears as if shouted aloud.
Could "small stuff" be
thoughts entertained?
That on others have no bearing.
Or maybe your attitude has
simply become,
one of selfishness, greed or uncaring.
Could the things you watch
be "small stuff"?
Or by chance some things you read?
Are there young minds within
your home,
Where Satan is planting seed?
Then under the guise of
being social,
from a friend you accept one drink.
Again you think, what harm
has come?
But what will others think?
You may stamp yourself
a Christian,
seeking some big thing to do.
But fail to see how your
"small stuff",
affects those around you too.
For others, a Barricade
or a Bridge,
your life in Christ will be.
But if you don't "sweat the
small stuff",
both God and the lost will see.
Satan always starts with
"small stuff",
Intent in his methods and role.
Always subtly at work
pecking away,
until at last he's gained control.
Form:
Seemingly stuck in winters loss
You're the magic needle that brings me forth,
Glowing like a beam of sunlight
As a silenced breeze gently flows
Deprieved of human affection of any kind
Slowly the memories begin to form,
Then at last your radiant face appears
Leading me joyfully into the promise land...
Sorrow passes like the seasons
Illuminated with all the stars above
Your heart is my north and true
Becoming the endless balm of my soul
Crying eyes span the plains so far
To unwrap around the laden frowns.
You fill my heart then, with a gentle breeze,
Opening my sails with an ease.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,13,2014
as we move on through our day to day
heading who knows where
the hustle and bustle of the there about
seemingly without a care
the ups and down in this show of life
the taking of the offering
if we could see i think we'd find
that we mostly are sleepwalking
we slip and slide the routine
one foot in front of the other
along the way we eat and breath
so as not to blow our cover
making sense in all of this
mumbling as if talking
doing it like nobody's biz
the artful art of sleepwalking
wheeling as we're dealing
faking savoir faire
the sleepy path that we are on
is filled with our nightmares
we make our way through drowsy days
no hesitation in the balking
all we have made in this display
effortlessly sleepwalking
A warm day
Escaping the heat and noise of the City
We went upcountry
Crowded car
Loud radio
Joyous noise
Open conversation
Following a long line of other cars
On a narrow highway
We, and like minded strangers
Travelling in an impromptu caravan.
Parked in a gravel lot
Slate blue stones crunching under our feet
Getting out of the car
We stretch
As a mother lets her child feel her stomach
For the unborn safe in her womb
Seeing a well worn path up ahead
We follow its gentle curve
Walking into a forest of deep green
Leaving soft footprints in the grass
Children running up ahead
Seemingly lost among the tress
Their laughter echoing in the freshness of nature’s home.
The day was beautiful
The kind that you wish would never end
We spoke as we walked
Shared news with one another
Dream, ambitions and yes even some complaints
Wistfully we knew that good days
Like good friends come infrequently
Lingering, we look ahead
Past the soft billowy clouds
Searching the sky
For reminders of what we are
And who we are.
Out there, seemingly everywhere, await mountains upon mountains to be conquered
Some of us choose to plunge ahead, while many are deterred
What is this fear and apprehension that pervades our bodies?
What is the curiosity and desire that frizzle our jollies?
When a HUGE, ROUGH, formidable structure stares you in the face...
Will you prepare yourself for the task at hand or seclude yourself in a more restful place?
Oh! Don't worry! This piece of nature is sure to present itself...
It's funny how mother nature works but one must secure his straps or else cry for help
Nobody said it was going to be easy, nor did anyone say it was going to be fun.
That burning desire to make it to the top, that feeling of wanting to be up near the sun
If you feel like you want to stop...
Just wipe the sweat from your face and keep reachin' for the top
When your arms and legs begin to tire...
Rest for a while if need be but let your HEART lift you higher
Amid your climb, please don't look down...
'Cause if you do, you might fall into the temptation of turning around
And remember, keep steady your pace...
'Cause each stride upward will get you to that desirous place
The book Everywhere Babies by Susan Meyers originally published in 2001…
look it up…you might be amazed at all the awards it’s won!
It celebrates all kinds of babies and families in this diverse and once wonderful land…
Yet along with 57 other books deemed inappropriate by a school district in Florida…Everywhere Babies has been banned.
I imagine those who banned it have forgotten part of the wonder of babies…
is not only the way they smile, laugh and dance…
but just the idea of a baby…means humankind has another chance.
Another chance to be accepting…to make the world more beautiful…to diversify..
Another chance to show the world…there’s more to love than meets the eye.
Another chance to fight evil…another chance not to overlook
the kind of evil that in the name of politics would ban a 20 year old baby book
Another chance to understand how sometimes pure evil can lurk behind a seemingly sincere mouthful of smiling teeth…
Another chance to unmask those sinister smiles and expose the evil underneath.
I’m not sure what those who banned this book are afraid of…
why it’s been taken off the shelf…
I imagine the best way to understand it…
would be to buy it and read for yourself…
Yes, perhaps that is the best way to fight this insanity…
what has become a distorted political view…
go out and buy yourself Everywhere Babies…
as of this moment we’ve purchased 2.
When you're in a rush almost every light is red
Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed
Fooling around and doing everything at last minute
Rush hour isn't rushing when your out there in it
Some things feels as if it requires too much time
Stopping on a dime isn't happening at stop signs
The normal speed limit all of a sudden is too slow
Most times you're patient but this time you got to go
Each minute of the hour becomes so precious to you
When rushing you want everyone to share your view
You're wondering how did this start in the first place
A seemingly well paced morning that turned into a race
Winter's Rose
white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
stroked by cracks
wrinkles that have weathered life
skin once firmly packed sags
in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
but she laughs
budding spring beauty
summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings
restless rebellion came with fall
withering, yearning
but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
a spirit that will never die
winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life
*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase.
Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago!
"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )