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Social cohesion and consideration
the collective good
In excess one who prioritize there
needs and perspective's excessively
a negative consequence of extreme
individualism
making it harder to relate to others
by creating an extreme condition
not caring about others experiences
and perspectives or putting on a
empathises on individuals: without
creating ties with or within a
said community. Culverting shifts
that allow the empathise towards
self expression and personal
achievement Lacking Tradition or
respect for the past. Yet in reference to
society all things are futuristic..
One could quote things conservatively
and liberally say
"there's nothing new under
the sun: what's new to
us has already been done"
The roots: and origins of creativity
Being creative is the the hypocricay of
now!
Written by:
Tegen De Grappler
(The Other Guy)
"not Interested' was marked on his que card.
Seems she's fo
I’m getting to know his heart
It’s always in my thoughts
If he is filled with gentle compassion
Does he care about self-expression?
~
I want to know what he thinks
What he thinks about the most
Does he truly enjoy this conversation
Or is he just being kind and caring?
~
I wish I could see inside of him
Know his feelings and wisdom
Feel close to him like I’ve never been
Will he ever let me know his heart?
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I can’t possibly tell him how I feel
He’s a sensation that doesn’t even seem real
So very tender and alive and sincere
Does it matter that I care about him?
~
I wait for the moment to come around
When he will see just how he impresses
Me with his kindness, good heart and love
Is he as filled with hope as I find that I am?
~
I wonder if he’ll give me his truth today
I want him to know that I’m just what I say
And I yearn to know him like I never have
Will this relationship find a way to work out?
~
I don’t want to push him into anything
If it’s something he wants I will be happy
But if he only wants a true friend I can be that
Will he find a way to answer my questions?
~
I will keep him in a dream and if that comes true
I’ll find a way to show him the absolute truth
That everything inside me longs to give fully
Will this fantasy of hope become a reality of love?
There are so many reasons why I write
With your indulgence, I will give a few
It helps to pass the time, alone at night
And cures my urge to purge my point of view
In metaphors of my life's chills and thrills
I relive times with rhymes about the miles
Sometimes I'll share my fears or tears from spills
But when I'm happy I hand out the smiles
I've seen so much and learned a thing or two
Especially 'bout self inflicted pain
I pass my lessons learned along to you
Perhaps providing shelter when it rains
It builds my confidence, once I am done
But most of all I write because it's fun.
Self expression contest
10/04/2018
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal;
the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This trans-formative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiform's, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs
paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
4-11-2021
ALL YOURS (APR11) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
The constitution of ‘behind closed doors’ has been ripped apart
wild and adventurous, the silent additions to personalities
while morality is shredded in the offices of humanistic views
giving character an explosiveness
for goodness to break the boundaries of its definition.
Exposure of flesh in the industry of sex marketing
sets the yardstick to the society’s acceptance of beauty.
Virginity is a worn out cloth eaten by the moth of self expression
while simple things have turned difficult
for the complex ones to be the easy way out.
Societal embrace occurs with its hands enclosing from behind.
Blending pride with a lack of talent
blossoms the height of uncommon skills.
Far from arts, creativity, music and dancing
one can still attract ‘die-hards’ with absolute magnetic power.
Family values have lost their unbelievable stamina
as the cabins of cultures are demarcated into mere routines.
The slogan of the 21st century centers on self protection alone
thereby pumping rights with ten times more gasoline to responsibilities.
I thought poetry is
-name of Mesopotamia which was the first civilization to emerge in human history
-ancient cave peoples surviving life struggle
I thought poetry is
-an immortal love story of Yousuf- Zulekha, Shirin-Farhad, Laila-Majnu or Romeo-Juliet
-a telephonic or open love conversation of smiling postmodern girls
-drying wet colorful clothes of beloved in the courtyard of the house
-haring of beloved with tuberose garland before a mirror
I thought poetry is
-lizards chirping from the deserted house; cockroach flying
-quarrelsome cats in the black dark or barking dogs
-the struggle of mosquito for human blood
-traveling of the arrogant indecent animals all over the night
I thought poetry is
-thrilling venturous ghostly stories of J. K. Rowling
-self-expression of known-unknown writers
-unspoken tale of a war-wounded soldier
-the regret of the thousands of dead soldiers
-the unwritten fantasy of an isolated poet
-the lonely guitar or ektara of dead singers
I thought poetry is
-without reel tie an independent flying of a kite in the sky
-in the blue sky sovereign flapping of birds
-movement of invisible winds everywhere
-hearing story of fairytale crossing of green forest
I thought poetry is
-handmade airing of newly married girl to a new groom in lunch time
-dyed hands of nubile girls by mehndi,
-captivating sounds of jingling anklet and kamarband of dancing damsels
I thought poetry is
-classic music of Pandit Ravi Shankar
-immortal tune of Ustad Bismillah Khan's shehnai
-compilation of humanitarian lyrics of the legend Bob Marley
-heart touching reciting of the Holy Quran of Qari Abdul Basit
I thought poetry is
-unforgettable philosophical discussion of Socrates with his disciples
-the philosophic lineage of learning such as Socrates-Plato-Aristotle
-immortal scientific creations of Newton, Galileo, Einstein, Nikola Tesla, Hawking
I thought poetry is
-unremitting prayer or worship of any prevailed religion devotee to get heaven
-inhuman history of bombing on the Hiroshima and Nagasaki or brutality of 1st or 2nd World War
These all are just my thinking,
my thinking is free
on my path
but poetry is poetry,
more than any thinking, many more;
on its path
Poetry is independent fully
-June 27, 2019 Chattogram
Walking along life’s crooked gardened paths
Becomes more meaningful with time;
First early steps to follow butterflies
In bright sun with cheers to make rhymes
Touching soft pink flowers feels heavenly
Pink shoes; pink ice cream; pink dresses;
Feeling “pink” is great along childhood’s path
Little girls with bows in tresses
Young boys prefer blue on pathway’s palette
Various shades on trucks and sky
While wild animals roam imaginations
This blue pathway soon passes by
Today, I think about these pathways of life—
The blacks and reds of self expression
Those paths wandered into bright new frontiers
Where friends shared deepest confessions
Now I am on a path of reality
One previously untraveled
Self-made dreams begin to fall all around
Health-related thoughts unraveled
Let pink Roses and blue Wisteria
Border this path with white Hyacinth;
As unfamiliar weeds crowd this pathway—
Meandering through new labyrinth
"The Upper Room"
When time expanded
the heart opened -
the mind, like a shell,
spoke like a wheel
turning
the sum of all
towards the central core
the next number
in the sequence
is the sum
of the two before it
to believe in 1
order is found within
synchronicity’s calculation
The eyes watching,
collectively move
beyond fear
leaning into the place
of love, a new language
beyond words, very near
inside
the key turns
we are
a higher form
of alignment,
we are
the conduit,
collectively opening
the door
to the place of all things,
where there is a time
and place for everything,
the inherent divine
of all things
one note,
playing us all spectacularly
the mouth opens
inviting,
inside the cry
darkness like a cave,
speaks volumes
like light
the ears hear
the soul escape
on a vibrational note,
we are mirrors
reflecting the echo
inside us all
beliefs
and thoughts
we are used to,
bound by colours
and separation,
are unhinged gates
now removed from us,
thrown away
we are
love notes open
felt in the core,
not seen,
accelerating alignment
manifestation
the rapidity
of the tone vibration
transformation,
the true eternal
self expression, found
in how you dream
to see
your world
we are
vibrational scores
now opening door,
becoming
something other
than what we
were before
entry to the
Upper Room
Love notes,
we are keys
in vibrational score
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Heart Chakra Opening"
https://youtu.be/DxMzvUtN3Gc
I see that things are changing; and plus that fact I'm told, everything
That once we knew was a waste, of our time, and effort and soul.
They chant about new freedom on TV, and the net;
As young and old sadly Sleep out now in doorways wet;
Students do diagnose by phone without degree.
Self-expression is the Holy Grail
Its every whim a goal: yet before
We can desire of what it is we we need we must be told!
It’s said our banks will all be shut;
To ease everyday strife, a cut
To queue’s, what's there to lose
Its a blessed contemporary life.
Kids are fatter, the banks are
Richer only our fingers race, less
Cash is more, we know the score
Now there's adversity; in your face.
Money value is way more less
Than just two decades ago;
$10,000 is like $4000 that’s the way things have been made to go!
May be the new bank computers at $100,000 a pop
Will boost the home economy, taking in movies,
Eating in restaurants, as a swap?
No joy or time to window shop our town diversity lies dead,
Yet its ghost is preached of everywhere
In true reality's stead.
©Joe Maverick 1-1-2018
My muse stays in the background
when work takes up my time,
as soon as I’m relaxing
she comes – partner in crime.
She begs with much insistence
inclined to get her way,
she meets with no resistence,
my doubts are kept at bay.
Each mood affects my writing
in calm or urgent style.
Once ink is spilt and drying
I sigh – ‘twas worth my while.
There is a need for sharing
with others to connect
receive fair criticism
and, hopefully, respect.
I find the satisfaction
of laying bare my soul…
If I could ‘touch’ you somehow
I would have reached my goal.
My muse and I join forces
in tandem side by side;
with love and dedication
we take a lifelong ride.
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For Line Gauthier's contest
about Self Expression
Placed 2nd