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Guess they may be minute in your eyes
But this tiny insect can pack quite a surprise
The sheer strength of these little ants
May make you give them a second glance
Scientists have now discovered an ant can lift
One hundred times it’s body weight – what a gift!
Just because it’s tiny it doesn’t mean
The power of this insect cannot be seen
So next time you see a teeny ant remember if you can
It has so much power but it’s simply hidden from man
In actual size it may not be considered a ‘giant’
But for psychical strength it is self-reliant
Contest - Giant Animals
Sponsor – Nathan D
Poem inspired by this article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1252481/Pictured-Incredible-gravity-defying-ant-carry-100-times-body-weight.html
08~25~15
When we lived beneath
The thatched-roof houses,
Curry cooked in earthen pots,
Flames burning from firewood gathered
From hills and thickets.
When bullock carts creaked
Under paddy loads,
Harvests reaped from fertile fields,
Bicycles ridden on dusty roads.
When the sound
Of hand-pounding paddy
Was heard from homes every day,
Women weaving at fly-shuttle looms
Sometimes till late at night
Then, in our land,
We helped one another-
Lives were simple and self-reliant.
Today, though we dwell
In grand concrete homes
And ride in cars of luxury,
We survive on grants from the Centre.
The food we grow falls far below our needs,
While blockades on the National Highways
Bring us untold pain .
Meanwhile, the gap between the rich and the poor
Continues to widen.
Today, the spirit we once knew fading -
The spirit of independance, equality, simple joys
Mutual help and cooperation.
VERSE VO
There are two kinds of cultures
- Defined in different ways
In different countries and lifestyles,
Valley vs Mountain, Settled vs Nomadic
Or in modern America, City vs Country -
With their two opposing attitudes,
“Let us tell you what to do!”, and
“Just leave me alone…”
It’s a simple dichotomy really
Of a group and collective orientation,
And a more individualist and self-reliant one
Based on the reality of survival
Each different lifestyle requires.
Different people have different affinities
And many self-select to live around similar types,
But there are plenty who find themselves living,
Out of family or work or relationship needs,
As a minority, a stranger in a strange land
Like that little contrasting dot within
The swirling drops of yin/yang’s polarity.
But these two cultures, as complimentary
As they are, also divide the nation
Not just geographically;
East and West, North and South
But politically;
Left and Right, Socialist and Conservative
To some extend sexually;
Female and Male
And generationally;
Parents and Child.
It’s a conflict of cultures we all experience
But sometimes never grow out of
Or find the freedom from, and peace with.
The two after all are opposites
And the one wanting to tell you what to do
Is by definition more motivated to find the other
And tell them what to do…
It’s the world we live in,
But at some point it seems
It’s just not sustainable.
Things fall apart
When they aren’t maintained and kept organized,
Oh, and here come those who have volunteered
For that job!
Now order rules the day, and chaos
Is always better kept way over there.
There are no frontiers left to explore
And escape into anymore
Other than the inner realm of mind
Imagination, dreams and fantasies
Or an addiction, dysfunction and disease
- Plenty of chaos available in those -
Or better yet, a good book in the man cave,
A quiet sit on the cushion
Or walk in the woods…
Something, anything to give us the peace
We all need
From that nagging persistent voice,
Outside and within,
Telling us what it thinks we should do
While we just want to be left alone
To discover it on our own.
(3/8/25)
Lord can do anything He wants to do
He can make you feel distant to others
Or connected
Whatever He chooses
Why does He do it that way?
Who knows?
Except to teach you a lesson
Don't be too eager in being self-reliant
as my friend you can't rely on you for nothing
You are not smart unless He makes you smart
You are not well unless He makes you well
You are not high unless He makes you high
I am speaking about high on life lol
You are not anything unless He makes you that
He has to show you teach you
so that you know
I don't know what else to tell you
Except to say
"God will do whatever He chooses
And whenever he feels like it"
Hehe and all you do is wait
as there is not a thing that you can do
Well I take it back
- there is a thing that you can do
WAIT
Seems like forever
Seems like the sky is gonna fall down
Seems like pigs will fly
I am just kidding
But yeah
You will wait my friend
And wait
And wait
What was that I was doing?
this spine tingling reaction that flushed testosterone from heads to toe
sketched out sometime from ~july or august 2012
and triggered a chain reaction
of wishful desires in overdrive seeing this aesthetically pleasing gal
in the summer of her full feminine bloom
(and yes, young enough to be me an splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian)
whose primary purpose comprises tutoring my daughter
born with cognitive plus developmental delays
and whose academic weakness qualified her since birth - or soon thereafter
to receive intervention to allow, enable and provide her with life skills
so she can become self reliant upon an adult
thus bringing this papa thru the aegis of said progeny
exposure sans young women (who seem prominent in social service field)
many blindsiding these myopic eyes with hypnotic trance
conjuring up illusions of grandeur
kept under lock and key lest detriment
comprises instructing requisite basic skills per youngest progeny Shana
the punim in question recipient of private lessons
in the rudiments of classroom ABC's
yet a quiet riot along the super hidden highway within my imagination
achingly longs to compose a poem for this righteous dignified dame
whose voice like melody ineluctably seduces me and athletic physique
goads this married father to attempt some organization of his awakened
dormant libido (bereft within thine marriage) toward some unknown outcome
without intent to convey other than a message of unequivocal charm
minus any additional intent for physical interaction.
'From now on' were three words I hesitated to use for fear they might not go over well with my lovely daughter. Taking her home one day, my daughter replied to me with two words saying, "Until then". I was expressing my frustration by questioning her ability to get along in life without my assistance. I wondered with her about how long it might take her to be fully emancipated. I was thinking of a 'not too distant future time' and looking for a gentle way to say, "From Now On, you are on your own".
Yes, a divorced and single mom, she was already on her own with three kids. Yes, she was very industrious and self-reliant, but it seemed that I desired to speed up the process of total emancipation. Her reply indicated to me that although she was a very capable young lady, she would be utilizing me as long as I was available. I was deeply moved and inspired by her two words, "Until then".
In that very brief conversation, I came to realize in a personal and close-up way that 'her growth and maturity' was greatly linked to the word 'Then". Since then, I have been more aware that emancipation is a two-way process; and I am also allowing the 'Then Time' to come more sooner than later. And since then, it is getting much closer to those most dreadful three words, "From Now On".
05222018; Condensed and edited for Contest, From Now On, Nayda Negron
Yesterday I was oblivious and carefree,
looking forward to seeing you,
talking with you on the phone -
your teasing voice glimmering with laughter . . .
Today my heart is a deep abyss
that knows no bottom;
I cannot find you in the darkness
for you have slipped beyond my reach.
No one can share my pain and loss;
only I carried you within me,
nestled just below my heart,
your forming body responsive to my voice and emotions.
Others may be familiar with this grief;
but mine has its own individual, bitter taste.
You are one of a kind,
no one just like you in all the universe.
My heart swells with aching sorrow;
you passed in the deep of night
with no one by your side,
alone,
except for the angel who came
to escort you from my world to His.
Waves of loneliness sweep over me;
I am capsized!
My baby boy you will always remain
although you grew to be six feet tall,
an independent, self reliant man.
There is a loneliness I know very well . . .
each birthday,
every holiday,
it stands beside my bed
waiting for my eyes to open.
It is my companion through every day,
raising its head at unexpected moments
to remind me that you are dead.
I could not bear this loneliness
if One did not walk with me
who knows it better than even I do,
God who gave His Son for the world.
Copyright, November 16, 2014
Choose a Topic Contest
Heartbreak and Loss Topic
Hierarchical paradigm of the Amish community
After reading the novel titled
Broken English by Paul L Gaus...
accentuating, exhibiting, incorporating...
the Amish, whose long history of farming
with horses and mules, dates back
to when horse-drawn plows
first used to break up the earth.
While some newer Amish farms
use tractor-drawn equipment,
many Amish farmers still prefer
to use horse-drawn implements.
Said sturdy and simple contrivance
sports prominent envious society
regarding yours truly,
who feels tethered to capitalist construct
gagging me with unremitting yoke.
Hence, I experienced being woke
at mine incompatibility
inured my entire life
to the abstract codas, credo, dogma,
ethos, karma, mores, precepts...
constituting western civilization.
How quaint to bare witness, where townsfolk
congregate to resolve community conflicts
suspicious should an hyperconscious,
and pugnacious "English" poke
their figurative noses
where they don't belong kinsfolk
of sect who sell dried tobacco
foodstuffs, crafts evoke
hankering (regarding yours truly,
a run of the mill doubting Thomas)
to become linkedin
with a voluntary community
less restrive than
the so called "plain" people,
unencumbered with materialistic trappings
whereby assignments delineated
governed jump-started
by age and gender at birth
men assigned physical tasks,
while women linkedin to domestic role,
members of the sect
know their role from cradle to grave.
Aside from delineating
responsibilities predicated
on whether an individual
child, teen, or adult,
their culture allows,
enables and provides
self reliant lifelong skill sets
whipping a proud member into
topnotch shape of body, mind and spirit.
Spiritual victory* in our fight against temptation…
…Shows God’s might to subdue lust, Satan, and world’s destruction!!!
Yielding to the Holy Ghost with willingness…
…Brings our faith to His control for victorious meekness!!!
Battling our own self-reliant, self-glorying motive...
Forces constant dependence to the Lord for His triumphant directive!!!
Meeting the Saviour on the altar of supplication-plight…
…Insures jubilant prayer-time with peace delight!!!
Seeking the Creator during praise-filled worship…
…Empowers sincere obedience toward faithful stewardship!!!
*2Samuel 23:12 But he stood in the midst of the ground, and defended it…and the LORD wrought a great victory.
May 19, 2019
Pocomoto was a cowboy who inspired dreams galore
With adventures and heroics that lit up my days of yore.
He survived the cruel killing of a ravaged wagon train
Was adopted by ‘old-timers’; lived in camps across the plain.
He rode fast across the prairie pushing forward on his steed;
Bronco Buster, Buff’lo Hunter, helped the Rangers when in need.
Pocomoto the Li’l Fella went in search of desert gold
Single-handed fought the bandits, constant evil, heat and cold.
Independence, resolution were the traits that showed his best,
Self-reliant, conquered hardships in the wild and famous West.
There are plenty years behind me but I often tend to find
Pocomoto’s recollection in the corners of my mind.
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6th May 2014
Contest: Howdy Pard
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placing: 2nd