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Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later...
when held spellbound courtesy grifter
Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash
his derelict perfected artifice
to hijack every last cent
smarted me with indelible smash;
living daylight delivered I kidney you not
envious affliction affecting
last named member and founder of the Byrds
with crosby, stills, young and nash
entire corporeal being turned to hash
condemned state yours truly relegated,
cuz cremation unaffordable, though pulverized
and transformed into powdery ash;
Impossible mission to conceptualize
transmutation into cremains, the brain
lodged within me noggin
ill equipped to envision mine gray matter
even after asking mister Google to explain
that cremation takes place
in a specially designed furnace,
referred to as a cremation chamber or retort,
and exposed to extreme temperatures –
up to 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit–
leaving behind only ashes.
Following the procedure,
a cooling period required
before the remains can be handled.
Yours truly can best attest,
when succumbing as victim to virtual heist
I most likely flip flopped
into one percent atavistic Neanderthal state;
a surprising revelation
23andme genotyping results
yielded said presence of proto human
after analyzing DNA
courtesy saliva sample from eldest sister.
No other logical satisfactory explanation doth chime
lapsed consciousness, hence reasonable rhyme
whereat one twenty first century mortal man
virtually travelled in time
cast into nasty, shortish brute
obliging deft inducement
outsourcing valuable dough.
Though aforementioned far-fetched notion
smacks of high skepticism,
yet no more ridiculous than
hominids over bajillion years springing forth
from flotsam and jetsam in the ocean
I may as well broach another theory of creation
(just came to my mind),
that divine omnipotent wizard
sprinkled magic potion
across primordial sea
after watching an advertisement promotion
claiming said product
contained the seeds of life and white lily.
Convinced that snake oil salesman
wrought deleterious influence
triggering a debacle that rocked
the financial market,
(albeit constituting one singular naked ape),
an attorney general based in Philadelphia
believes I presented a convincing case,
which hopefully witnesses
recouping all or most of my funds.
A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank
key teachers approximately
42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),
when the need to access
and retrieve
immediate necessary information
analogously interleaved
among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
as hopelessly lost
into interstitial invisible cranial cracks
irretrievably buried
during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember
any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
and/or prose tempted to quit
asper defeated by resignation,
and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden
black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
a test paper devoid of academic grit
analogously surrendering
(while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,
2.
yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
flowered gloriously invoking nest
head treasured mother lode
of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
formerly figuratively barricaded facts
suddenly at my behest
ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure
forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay.
Don’t hurt me with your words
Don’t hurt me
Lies, innuendos, sarcasm, put-downs
Don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me with your eyes
Don’t hurt me
Disdain, lust, skepticism, disrespect
Don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me with your hands
Don’t hurt me
Pinching, pulling, scratching, slapping
Don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me with your silence
Don’t hurt me
Indifference, abhorrence, neglect, control
Don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me with your punishment
Don’t hurt me
NO touch, NO kiss, NO hug, NO SEX
Don’t hurt me
Don’t hurt me….
Don’t hurt me
…………………….. because you've been hurt
Don’t hurt me
……………………...because you are in pain
Don’t hurt me
………………………because it feels good to you
Don’t hurt me
……………………..because you feel purged
Please, don’t hurt me…
My body will heal
My mind will never
So please….
……………….Please!
…………………………..STOP
…………………………………….HURTING
………………………………………………………ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
For all those who suffer verbal, physical, mental, emotional absuse!
Just for a moment, open your mind to all possibilities. Whatever you dream, you can do and create. Then probabilities have opportunities, by which they can manifest.
When the radio was manifested, everyone believed such, was impossible. Phones, cars, indoor plumbing, computers and all we have today, was once considered impossible.
Belief is the catalyst, by which we initiate possibilities. Possibilities addressed with imagination, belief, and effort; give birth to realities; increasing probabilities give us hope that our dreams will manifest.
Skepticism has its place; it can keep you on the road to manifesting realities but, it’s too often abused; used to demean and degrade the dreamers. It prohibits their success in manifesting those probabilities which stalls progress.
The fool is the diehard skeptic; the clammed-shut mind. Those who believe; though some skepticism is allowed; are the real geniuses; courageous believers; thank God for them.
Each of us possesses the capacity to dream; when dreams provide ideas; open your mind, create and leave a part of yourself to this world.
As tranquility triumphs
over guilt-caused chaos
my heart overcomes stress
conquering frustration angsts
amidst prevailing radiant hope.
With serenity quieting me
blest cheerfulness pervades
defying attacks of fear-driven panic
to propel my commitment with kindness
toward bouncing up and moving on blissfully.
Through peace of mind
vanquishing lurking gloom
my faith has chosen victory
over skepticism and unbelief
facing trials along divine grace.
In the tranquil moments
of prayer with supplication
my spirit thanks the Prince of peace
for His tender mercy and wondrous miracles
I can testify about while subduing turbulent turmoil.
March 12 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 5-8
Key Verse – Joshua 8:1 And the LORD said unto Joshua, Fear not, neither be thou dismayed: take all the people of war with thee, and arise, go up to Ai: see, I have given into thy hand the king of Ai, and his people, and his city, and his land.
HEART THAT IS NOT DISMAYED AS THE LORD ALWAYS COMFORTS
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward virtuous transformation by His purpose’s foundation
Against adversary’s protest and opposition
Amidst evil occurrences bringing persecution
Along our devotion to Him with sincere dedication.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward earnest prayerfulness by His steadfastness
Against unbelief’s attacks and destructiveness
Amidst mocking skepticism of humanism’s godlessness
Along our dependence in Him with full submissiveness.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward ministry-involvement by His kingdom-advancement
Against worldliness’ invitation for monetary betterment
Amidst material comforts offered by earthly investment
Along our desire for Him with bliss-filled contentment.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward discipleship certainty by His sovereignty
Against ecology’s disaster and calamity
Amidst economic crises around financial difficulty
Along our delight in His assured security.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward holiness’ radiance by His guidance
Against waywardness’ control and ignorance
Amidst intellectual assistance, towering in arrogance
Along our duty from Him, entrusted with divine endurance.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward becoming a Gospel seed-sower by His power
Against compromises’ failure and doubt-shower
Amidst weak conviction, bringing His standards lower
Along our direction to His path of blooming testimony’s flower.
Our heart is not dismayed as the Lord comforts us…
Toward soulwinning delight by His might
Against slothfulness’ fight and laziness-blight
Amidst varied excuses with negligent height
Along our commitment to lead others for heavenly flight.
March 12, 2026
A is for abundance and access for all.
B is for becoming your best being on this ball.
C is for caring and catalyst for change.
D is for a direction that drives us to arrange.
E is for Earthlings and ending environmental destruction.
F is for figuring out how to function.
G is for generosity and gaining from giving.
H is for hey, we can have hell or have heaven.
I is for imagination, ingenuity, and ideas.
J is for a journey at this juncture to free us.
K is for kindling a kindness between.
L is for living and love that redeems.
M is for making the most of mankind.
N is for not nixing new knowledge we find.
O is for open mindedness and our obligation to others.
P is for paring down petty, pointless pothers.
Q is for questioning, and quantification of query.
R is for realizing the ramifications of reality.
S is for science, skepticism, and systems.
T is for thinking toward bridging the difference.
U is for uprising, unification, and understanding.
V is for ventures, and values upstanding.
W is for wonder, and working for the wisdom we'll win.
X is for extensionality, which is exciting to examine.
Y is for why not create a positive future for everyone?
Z is for emergent zeitgeist, and zero servitude for anyone
today too,
i am walking on a way that has no end
crossing over the threshold of skepticism
though i do not know exactly what i am looking for
water flows along the river
clouds scatter blown by the wind
seasons change their color with passing time
because i held a word ‘life’ tightly in my hand
i went with time hanging on the swinging pendulum
and as time flows the weight of life changed on each occasion
the word ‘life’ unknowingly slipped away
from my hand now stands on the roadside, dyed red
in the evening glow while gazing at; not today, not tomorrow
but miserable yesterdays.
Written: August 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: "Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead, let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?" By Rumi
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Once, I danced a duet of defiance,
a crisp sigh in the stillness of the cosmos—
until the sickle sang,
and the scythe, a leering doppelgänger,
shattered my days from the rosy veil of illusion.
A pavonine sky gasped through heavy clouds.
Each drop of light is a solitary hymn of the soul,
The pestilence, unseen by vermin, persists.
But with a smile too zoetic to be merciful.
Alchemy abandoned me.
not the quest for transmuted gold,
but the unraveling of verity—
in the ravenous search for reason,
that cast me into the woods of skepticism,
where even the stars seemed to stutter.
I swirled in a river of oblivion.
washed my eyes in the katabatic abyss,
abjured the glamor of who I once was,
and grasped the clamor of who I’d become—
a wild soul of weary hopes,
jerked by the jussive hands of power.
The world turned polyphonic—
each voice is a tapestry of longing and disdain,
each echo is a lamentation of pain,
I found myself intrigued by my rival shadow.
a weary iconoclast with an ischemic soul.
Yet amid the swirling tempest,
A glimmer of veridical light coruscated—
not to supplant the ache,
but to celebrate it,
to twist it into a desideratum purpose.
I learned to stammer abyssal words,
to embrace the loneliness of silence,
to whirl with my wounds
and gaze through my eyes.
where bees buzzed with chaotic harmony.
The sky is now stained by nighttime decay.
I do not falter in my voice.
I do not renounce.
In my wreckage, I stand resilient—
marvelous in my courage.
The sunset is no longer my downfall.
it casts a shadow across my soul—
a flame that bends and sways,
a celestial scar.
A life altered, yet intact in its last breath,
yet with a willingness to embrace life.
In the past…
Mingled with joy and hope,
There is pain, confusion and doubt
Dread that breathes mystery,
Melancholy and fear – anxiety
Expressions of a moment
When darkness followed so near
In the past…
Where silent tears
Fade into the whispers
Breathless waves of conviction,
Hesitation – uncertainty
That questions even the best
Dreams, the most promising wishes
With suspicions, skepticism –
Mistrust that abides in the heart
In the past…
Uneasy feelings rained clouds
Billows of worry, veils of fury
Aching to destroy aspirations, plans
Suck out the optimism and faith
With phobias and frosty smoke, shadows
Erasing all the joy and wonder
The hope for a life filled with promise
In the past…
There was dread – despair
But now… after all these years,
I can honestly search through the problems
Find inspirations amid the melancholic
See elation shimmering in the hazy horizons
Feel the laughter stirred to life inside a soul
Who knows the miracle of letting go
Moving on… seeing the past for what it was,
A milestone, a landmark, a sign…
Pointing toward the present day,
Where I ventured - and chose to stay
In the past… there was pain
But, now, in this moment…
There is reassurance and grace,
There is the miracle of blessings
Poured out on this life, this place…
Where I knew strife, but now know
The brilliance of a fresh new light…
A energy and excitement that comes to one
Who believes and trusts – His love
A sign from above…
That the past has gone
And I can keep moving on!