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Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called duration, or a blink. insight, acumen, Eureka!
But, my friend, how, why, when, where, do these Aha moments arise?
Can we conger up more for ourselves, fill a treasure cheat with insights?
Or is this quest a waste of time, as no treasure map exits. But does it?
Can we ever know with what, and how, and when to cast the magic wand?
Does our search for meaning, inquiries lay the foundation?
Can we prepare the way ahead in some way or other?
Think back, my friend, did these gems
always spring up unexpectedly, and what occurred beforehand?
These aha Euekas cannot be scheduled or delayed,
cannot be snuck-up on, snared nor detected,
cannot be forced out nor guaranteed to appear.
Euekas are not rewards for hard work, perhaps the opposite is true.
How often does lazy and shallow wader get the creative rewards.
Chance is never fair in its rewards for hard work.
Often, an Aha taps us on the shoulder, we are least expecting it,
out of the blue, saying: "Look at Me. Look at Me".
When gobbled up with glee, it washes over and transforms us.
We are never be the same. It makes our day.
Does begging the question, ignoring the answers laid out
make it pop up from the soup into an inquiring mind?
Or does it appear when we raise questions to that have already been answered well?
Does it appear when we thin-slice the book to separate the leaves?
Often mistakes and errors have led to great breakthroughs
like penicillin, radioactivity, the color mauve and plastics.
What does this mean to you and your Aha Eureka pot of gold?
Should we be less careful, more observant for the unusual?
The Aha Eureka is a fleeting feeling, easily lost in the blink of an eye,
rampant, capricious, imperceptible, unbounded, elusive
like seeing something in the corner of the eye at dusk,
if you look straight at it, it's gone, look back again, it's there again.
For me it can be a matter of serendipity.
The more I see, the more I do, the more I explore, the more hits are triggered.
Many total restarts from scratch, often helps.
But, for me the one simple things
that works is lay me down to rest,
and to sleep on it!
This one is for you dad, I guess I had to write this poem, had to tell you how I feel because I've kept it in so long.
I love you, yes I do but this is what's been bothering me, never thought I could forgive you when you said that stuff to me.
You hurt me bad that day for real so it seems I can't forget, and every time I think about dad it really makes me sick.
Couldn't believe you put them before me, I was always there for you, and every time you needed something I was always coming through.
Snuck you food and snuck you sheets and although I'd get in trouble, it didn't mean a thing because no one would come above you.
When the family would talk about you I took your side without a doubt, I'm like " you only get one dad so y'all just better watch y'all mouth.
I would give you my last dollar without a care on how you'd use it, and when I told you that though dad you had me really looking stupid.
You called me female dog you called me whore, and that mess killed me deep inside, you had me really snapping on you, I can't believe you made me cry.
I tried to hate you for it dad but my heart won't let that happen, instead of hating you I'm missing you and that just got me mad and...
I want you to tell me you love me, and that you won't do that mess again, because I really need to hear it, I think then I'll let you in.
Let you back into my heart because I swear the love was fading, didn't know how I should feel about you and that's just freaking crazy.
You were talking to me like I was a chick out in the streets, like you hated me or something, like we had some type of beef.
It's crazy that I miss you though I thought that wouldn't happen, I thought I could forget you but you would always keep me laughing.
With them crazy freaking dances and the crazy things you'd say.
I would tell them I didn't miss you but thought about you everyday.
But dad with all this being said I'm just trying to let you know, about the the way you made me feel and how it's hard to let it go.
I just want my old dad back the one who used to hug and kiss me, the one that always cared and showed he really loved me.
I said I want my old dad back, the one I'd sit and conversate with, the one who kept me going, the one I'd joke around and play with.
So here's this poem dad, hope you took heed I hope you listened.
Didn't wanna make you mad but welcome to my ventilation.
Isn’t that my grandma standing right there in that queue
Where that queue is heading to I do not have a clue
So I don’t know why Grandma’s there or what she plans to do
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
The queue is moving slowly, just one step now and again
But just once in a while it seems to move on nine or ten
I still don’t get the reason Grandma’s standing in that queue
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
The attraction, I don’t get it
Why do they stand in line
The answer? You can bet it
Isn’t destined to be mine
A little satisfaction
I would get if only I
Could figure out the reason
That my grandma seems so high
I’ve noticed that my grandma’s spent some time upon her hair
And when I look I see that there’s more older ladies there
They all seem keen but I can’t see, the reason for this queue
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
I know it’s Grandmas’s business and I wouldn’t want to pry
She’s putting on her lipstick and I cannot figure why
I don’t know why she’s using drops to make her eyes more blue
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you
The attraction, I don’t get it
Why do they stand in line
The answer? You can bet it
Isn’t destined to be mine
A little satisfaction
I would get if only I
Could figure out the reason
That my grandma seems so high
I simply had to find out what my gran was all about
Could she be mad, confused, or should she not have been let out
I snuck in just behind her and we moved on with the queue
And when she turned and spoke to me, I got myself a clue.,.
She said, I’m not so old; I’m eighty years and then a few
And, Darlin’, by the looks of it, I feel younger than you
But I got word that men are sitting upfront of this queue…
It’s a dollar for a kiss…… and so I’ve paid up front for two
My dear old grandma winked at me and begged me for a buck
She said, “Now I can see the front, I can’t believe my luck.”
I had to ask why did she want a dollar out of me
She said, “I’ve paid up front for two…… But now I fancy three.
“Your gramps and me had sixty years of faithful, married bliss
but now he’s gone, it’s been a while since I enjoyed a kiss
But one of them there fellas looks like David Hasselhoff
If only I had known… I would’ve left my knickers off!”
My school, was two blocks from a big old church. I felt drawn to this big old church, but why. One day at lunch, I snuck away from school. I had no fear, as I walked down the sidewalk. The big wooden door, was too heavy for my little hands. As I leaned my body into the door, it opened up. I slowly walked in, with my eyes opened wide. I slipped into the last row of pews, not knowing where to look first. There were no lights on, only the sun shining through the stained glass windows. The beautiful colors were dancing, as the stained glass windows came to life. They had competition with the lit candles, their many little lights danced in place. When I looked up at the alter, I saw a huge gold cross. Peace I had found, spiritual wisdom was now being download into me.
Date Written: 1/13/2023
2 Place
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Pay attention!
Important chicken poetry coming up,
though no binary fantasies shall deconstruct
into raucous biddy enjambment.
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Grandfatber always kicked Grandmother's chickens away
while he sat whittling under the Oak,
Those ruddy, Cherokee cheeks sweating even in the shade
as sweltering Carolina summers and bifocaled
old women melted him away in his seventies;
(Nothing heard by telephone,
cackling when he put the speaker to his mouth
or laid down to rest from the planting or harvesting,
On the flowered sofa
fussing with him to take off this boots,
putting The Liberty News under his feet);
But watching was Grandma's joy,
Haystack Calhoun and the Nature Boy,
wrestling on Saturday night
on the Philco black and white,
jumping up and jumping down
fists flying with each takedown;
Her fussing when he kicked her chickens--
He was a man of the Land not of the Leghorn;
Course he still cut off their heads for
Sunday dinners
with a whistle of his axe,
quick and clean;
So much better than Grandmother's
Flung blood and feathers,
The live body's flight
After wringing its neck.
(You really
Must take chickens seriously.)
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Jesus,
my brother and I hated that rooster!
Mean!
I'll give you Mean!
Why that Leghorn from hell,
with the perfidious, featherless rear,
That wily old bastard,
laid for us kids from under the porch
flying at us spurs first
when we snuck out to play.
You had to admire his fierce
Protecting his brood
or just plain crazed for children's blood
maybe.
Therefore, I must insist
That you take chickens seriously.
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The greatest chicken lit will not be televised,
but written by neurotic poultry
flirting with free verse
or thrown helplessly into concrete idioms,
wallowing in dirt-poor sentience;
Dissertations
on the identity crises of Rhode Island Reds
and the propensity of White Leghorns
to transfer insecurities of undifferentiated
consciousness
as violence enacted on certain small children
will be written but will probably not help chicken poetry endure.
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Yet,
I pledge allegiance to the celebration of chicken poetry,
And the underappreciated poultry for which it stands,
One species, flightless but enduring,
With free range and corn for all.
1 man
all by himself no one understands
The government even determine when he can see his kid
Now he got a bunch of stuff running through his head
Streets getting wild
Never knew he wasn’t my mans
I was in denial
But Before I give you up to oops
I’ll cut off my hand
Split decisions
I cried every second time moved another hand
Praying the deputy don’t stop me
cuz these tags are dead
I had a few neutrals with me
Im lost in a perfect world of sin
You don’t really love me or would like to see me win
I wanted to commit suicide
Did you see how I pretend
To be happy
I’m tired but I could never seem to bend
At capacity
they still let me and my girl in
she snuck in through the back with me
I lost my mommy and a few of my best friends
What’s life
i just entered a movie
Shrimp over rice
cold nights
I feel like I’m losing
Battling depression since an adolescent the only thing kept me moving
was my smooth sense of humor
and how the women with big influence
Pick and choose me
It’s not enough knowing my equations not adding up
my father alive we never hugged
I just dap him up
Traveling far in the woods to free the demons that’s attached to us
Everything I harvested
around the tree of knowledge
I crafted something
I will never make it out the jungle because I actually love it
This irrational function
I see dragons let em get a pass
Just to watch the volcano erupt
Without the money who famous as us
People left me hungry they prolly thought I was on angel dust
Child support will always haunt me
I ran it up but did not flaunt it
I cried so many nights in my closet
I can’t even breathe without Tosha
I created a suicide letter trashed it
Then I went to work
Bragging about who car the fastest
I crashed 3 whips in 2021
My last whip caught on fire
I sat in it till a civilian pulled me out
I rather sit in flames thinking when I die they’ll love me now
Peace I’m much better with peace
Peace to my friends
I feel less better with Greeks
I’m a god I’m much better than these
Pions
I remember I used to tell that to breeze
No fraternity will ever love me more than the team
I don’t even know who supporting my dreams
I got my toes in the sand watching the flow of the stream
There’s an old village green where a marquee was seen
I don’t do ‘Bah humbug’, don’t want to be mean
A little fake snow ain’t a Christmassy scene
But the reindeer and Santa Claus might well have been
But two little kittens and one manic pup
Made those arrangements all go belly up
Nothing was planned, you should understand
It’s simply that sometimes things get out of hand
You see, Rum n Raisin snuck out through their flap
They ran to the green to give Santa a clap
Walnut, their young canine friend gave a yelp
Nipped out through the back door and followed to help
He got to the Green where a red nosed reindeer
Had cornered his friends and they cowered in fear
Walnut snuck up and said, “Get out of here,
Or maybe I’ll show you the meaning of fear.”
Raisin said, “Walnut, just look at his nose
It’s big and it’s red and just see how it glows
I’ve seen a reindeer with a nose just the same
He’s on Christmas cards… and Rudolph’s his name.”
The reindeer said, “Don’t come here giving me grief.”
But when Walnut grinned he clapped eyes on his teeth
Rudolph said, “I cannot handle much pain.”
Then flew to the skies and was not seen again
So when Santa came he was totally mad
“One of you did something totally bad.
I need a new reindeer this minute,” he said.
And then stuck two reindeer horns on Walnut’s head
Raisin cried, “He’s just a pooch, can’t you see?
He won’t bring your presents to John Doe or me
Not to the next town nor over the sea.”
And Santa said, “Tough, cos he made Rudolph flee.”
Rum advised Santa, “Today’s Christmas Eve,
And for all I know, your real name is Steve
Your Santa Claus suit is a little white lie
But I’d like to know how that reindeer could fly.”
Santa said, “This Christmas grotto is fake
But I am quite real, so please give me a break
Your Walnut must stand in to help pull my sleigh
But you have a choice: Do you come - do you stay?”
Walnut stood there in his new antlered head
He looked rather silly but, even so, said,
“You’ve got lots of reindeer and all of them fly
I can’t comprehend what you might want with I.”
Santa said, “Reindeer teams don’t fly by day
Rudolph’s bright, shiny nose would light the way
Walnut said, “You know no dog’s hooter glows?”
So Santa supplied him an L.E.D. nose.
"I beg You, show me Your glory," Moses said
but God snuck past, back-turned, revealing not His glorious head
Moses didn't know they had to wait for God Incarnate, instead
for God's glory -- no mistaking!
“Glory to God...on earth peace, goodwill to men”
seeking the True Light, God will not refuse to enlighten
believing in His Name --Jesus-- Messiah! makes us God's children
His historic birth -- world-shaking!
Government rests on His shoulders -- electing
most thought, this is not the Messiah we are expecting
Theotokos, handmaiden of the Lord, accepted -- reflecting
Rejoice! God's angels -- partaking!
Each morning, let Christmas Joy bloom in your heart
He's the Reason for the Season on His Birthday, as a start
His humility overcame the world; Mary's Heart-- our rampart
her motherly prayers -- painstaking!
A shower of roses from Heaven -- promised
St. Therese wrote of Jesus asleep in her boat -- calmest
glorify the Lord's Name, sunrise to sunset, pronounced the psalmist
celebrate the Christ Child waking!
Offer roses to her, in all the bustle
do little things with love, to slow down the Christmas hustle
the Prince of Peace shows Mercy-- new each morning-- so stop the tussle
pray to avoid wars -- peacemaking!
Our rosaries offer heavenly roses
don't you want to please Jesus, Mary, and Joseph's noses?
Christ's meditation is even more face-to-Face than with Moses
to see His Face... the world's aching!
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking!
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Inspirations for references:
~Christmas
~Psalm 113:3
~Isaiah 9:6
~Matthew 5:9
~Luke 1:38
~Luke 2:14
~John 1:9, 12
~John 16:33
~CCC 2308
~St. Therese writings
~Lamentations 3:11, 18, 22-23
~Divine Mercy Novena Day 5
~"33 Days to Greater Glory: A Total Consecration to the Father through Jesus Based on the Gospel of John" by Fr. Michael Gaitley, MIC (Day 1: A Prophet like Moses)
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With Each Morning Poetry Contest
Submitted Friday, August 11, 2023
Deadline: Monday, September 11, 2023
Sponsored by: Martin Braun
Corporation Blues
Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave the air conditioners on, in winter at, 10 BELOW, you see!
A worker controls the temperature… from 8 states away, so has his fun!
Everyone works in parkas, gloves, and earmuffs, every single day, bar none!
It wouldn’t continue if the Uppity Ups, didn’t work in warmer rooms above!
Darn those Corporations, they have no common sense, what-so-ever, at all!
All the chairs are broken, that’s hard, since they’re rocks from a prehistoric age!
And all have to scavenge for working earphones, around the room, every day!
The computer tools aren’t working, someone mysteriously, turned them off.
But they still want one call resolution, of all problems in ten minutes or less.
The pay is next to nothing, so the Company stock looks SO good, by gosh!
Benefits and HR are in India, where they don’t understand English, at all!
All the pay increases were capped, oh, about eight or maybe, ten years ago!
Now they’ve quit hiring those who finished high school, and want to work.
There’s even been fights in what has now, been designated, as Hoodlum Row.
They’re here, for the long run, and don’t even bother, to answer their phones!
The entire town was shut down due to snow, and if you didn’t come in that day…
Well, you know the story, someone in another state, simply, docked your pay!
They had asked to use vacation time, but that took 2 months to fix, by the way!
Quitting time is obvious, as all the bosses mysteriously, suddenly, drift away.
The penguins came with Hubby one day, and have since came back, every day.
Their snowball fights, in the aisles, are legendary! What can I say, but… Amen!
They don’t complain, love the cold, answer phones, and people quickly hang up!
Since the customers don’t understand what they say, they’re handle time, rocks!
Hubby snuck a plastic spoon from the lunchroom, which he guards with his life.
It helps him tremendously, as he digs out thru the ice, at quitting time, so right!
Collaboration Carol and (Hubby)
Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave the air conditioners on, when it’s still winter at, 10 BELOW!
A worker controls the temperature… from 8 states away, so has his fun!
Everyone works in parkas, gloves, and earmuffs, every, single day, bar none!
It wouldn’t continue if the Uppity Ups, didn’t work in warmer rooms above!
Darn those Corporations, they have no common sense, what-so-ever, at all!
All the chairs are broken, that’s hard, since they’re rocks from a prehistoric age!
And all have to scavenge for working earphones, around the room, every day!
The computer tools aren’t working, someone mysteriously, turned them off.
But they still want one call resolution, of all problems in ten minutes or less.
The pay is next to nothing, so the Company stock looks SO good, by gosh!
Benefits and HR are in India, where they don’t understand any English, at all!
All the pay increases were capped, oh, about eight or maybe, ten years ago!
Now they’ve quit hiring those who finished high school, and want to work.
There’s even been fights in what has now, been designated, as Hoodlum Row.
They’re here, for the long run, and don’t even bother, to answer their phones!
The entire town was shut down due to snow, and if you didn’t come in that day…
Well, you know the story, someone in another state, simply, docked your pay!
They had asked to use vacation time, but that took 2 months to fix, by the way!
Quitting time is obvious, as all the bosses mysteriously, suddenly, drift away.
The penguins came with Hubby one day, and have come back, every day since.
Their snowball fights, in the aisles, are legendary each and every day! Amen!
They don’t complain, love the cold, answer the phones, and people quickly hang up!
Since the customers can’t understand what they say… they’re handle time, rocks!
Hubby snuck a plastic spoon from the lunchroom, which he guards with his very life.
It helps him tremendously, as he digs out thru the ice, when it comes to quitting time.
Collaboration Carol and (Hubby)