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All that gain comfort from sight, and claim not ache,
Those that smile and wait for that plant to grow,
Who, craving pleasure, are merely to take,
Staring blankly with self-proclaiming flow;
They surely do integrate falsehood’s patience;
With a cunning glamour toward their jewels;
They claim to be kings within maiden's graces;
Others are liars, and the rest sheer fools;
The stemming delight seems to be weeping still,
Though to many she shimmers in her glee;
So that rose festers in wake of man’s cruel will,
As the bluest one demands to break free;
So by heaven leave the festering rose
Find a constant maiden—a gem that glows
The sound of drums and bugles
Rent the air and reverberate;
The sound is not mere sound,
But, a distress call of farmers;
Who pray in great faith the God of rain
To send rain forthwith to
wet their parched lands and
To enable them timely sowing of
Wheat, rice and millets
The staple food of hungry millions
Their prayer being true and honest
Stemming out of unshakeable faith
Seemingly reaches the ears of the rain God,
As the sky suddenly becomes overcast,
With dark black clouds hanging,
That burst soon into torrential rain
Driving the innocent farmers into
A rapturous mood to dance and drench
In the God-sent rain, their hope of future
And that's the way they thank
Their God of rain, they call "Varuna"
Their saviour.
They began long before I spoke a sound,
or touched my young feet to the ground,
and it's strange to me how plain it seems,
to most, there's not much charm to dreams.
The word itself betrayed its form,
becoming hopes; some perfect norm,
when at the bottom of the well,
the mystery persists to tell,
Not of things that you design,
but something greater–and divine?
A blend of truths and fantasies,
stemming from the voiceless pleas,
Of minds to make sense of the fact,
that this is really not some tract,
decided by one so far away,
that we forget the dream's the day.
Written on 5 July 2017
We all get religion
when we succumb to intimate sacred events
of our sexual sensuality
Integrity's vast
yet intimate
love potential
Some of us also experience passions
of politically empowering economics
when we win/win cum
to remember cooperative health
climaxes
Stemming from regenerative
resonant root systems
polyculturing rich harmony
Interpersonal
inter-religious
inter-embodied,
transpirited transport
fully abundant
whole sum
cooperative "churched" integrity
Of inter-connected
Anthro and Earth public
climate sublime multicultures
of and for
toward and from health
With double-binding
win/win sacred non-zero sum solidarity
open, sacramental integrity
Whole GoldenRuled
Positively Holy
Holonic systems
Left/Right
West/East
North/South
Up/Down
Out/InFormation
bilateral dipolar
co-arising balance
co-passionately thought
and serene outflow felt
PolyPathic potential
for sacred health
climaxing
globally co-passionate
green eco-churched wealth
of peaking
abundantly robust
and resilient
neuro-sensory
integrity--
Sometimes euro-capitalist predative
Sometimes praying serene
co-empathic healing meditations.
Florence they are honoring nightingales
Blazing an individual’s healthy trail
Having a firm grip on what is going on
When life unleashes an adversity bomb
And everyone needs to stay calm
Pressured not to fail
Problems needed to identify then nail
Telling disease you’re never getting out of jail
Being an assistant to the M Dee
Wall displays many lettered degrees
More school
To use sharp tools
For the purpose to maturely look inside
Body breathing taking things in stride
Watching over this serious situation
Nurses remain quiet and listen
Knowing the professional position
Letting the boss make the decision
During this lifelong mission
Where God gave them a knowledge and permission
After long studies
Hours never funny
Using modern tech
Designed to protect
Reading numbers
While a life crumbles
Never really giving an angry shout
Hearing what the patient talks about
Forgiveness is a rule
Even if the wrongful act was cruel
Like slipping around a party pool
Doing something like a fool
Respecting private information
Sensitively and directly facing
During a sickness invasion
Especially when moral issues are raising
Driving them crazy
Expecting to be amazing
Studying the injury
That created the misery
And distrust
Prescribing slowdown a must
A nurse is honest and fair
Removing the scare
Blind to anyone’s unfortunate dare
Where they have to examine the tear
That put them in hospital care
Then when the wounds heal
Finishing the Doctor Patient deal
Reflecting during the waiting
Computer website needs the grading
Due to good treatments
Stemming from higher academic achievements
Earned by the BSN
Registered to defend
All human
Facing ills
Using basic relationship skills
Emotion stemming from unmet expectations often leads to disappointment and regret. Someone else may have heightened your emotions elsewhere were you thought all things were falling in line. This is indifferent to the core relationship between lovers. Disappointment in your partner is often temporary: while indifference implicates a lack of feelings, interest or concern.
A melodrama,is what I answered when asked to compare: it's hard to understand when you are the stars of the show: when did the indifference start and what key moment bought on the change.
In tenses he spoke, as hearing him speak of what we were or what we've experienced as done. I stood statued and reliced. Only a rhetorical mention in a complexed event. I thought he didn't want me, not knowing he didn't like me with those I preferred to associate with.I allowed them to sculpture us into an unfashionable design, there to be rejected by those who wished it to be. There while he stood before he unsatisfied and rejected who I had become.I stood there to hear him began to speak us in tense as had, and were it to have been, yet to understand this man was through with me. The soothing those roughed edge ended and started saying that why instead of understanding I only wanted to see if he stil cared for me. I thought maybe his rasceling had caught up with him, or maybe the indifference had been discover analyzed and put on display to be treasured by museum loving folk. No: he made me the relic. To me he was so vividly careless speaking like that, I just gave him space enough to be seen and backed away to find refuge with some one else.The mood iis frequently set by what we are saying he just stopped speaking of he and I to where I thought he had someone else. A bluesy solo expression: Sweetie I don't do lonilness well.
Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;
Of whispers romantic when love is courting,
Of giggling streams and blossoming springs,
Of resplendent autumn’s falling gilded leaves,
Of fate unkind, bawling, in throes of grief,
Of pristine joy beaming from mother’s eyes
Jubilant in delight of child’s innocent smile;
Of ebb and flow to life in seasons undulating
Spurring me to attribute form and meaning.
So, I write verses stemming from core of soul
Striving to capture essence of elusive words,
Exploring assonance, even in rhymeless prose,
Attempting to inspire spirit of wordless woes
As thoughts-poetic heart’s rhythms compose;
Of chromatic sunsets and scintillating dawns,
Of starless nights hosting tenebrous bygones,
Of tales strumming romance, of fables forlorn,
Of ideas enthroned, of paradigms bemoaned,
Of boundless expressions, of passions I own.
August 30, 2022
Placed 2nd: I Write Because Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Finding love everywhere I look,
I use it to create this book,
Exploring avenues I took,
To understand what shook the core,
A storehouse of information,
From incarnations before,
Remain waiting til you find the door,
Love is the key to seeing more,
Who you were and what you came for,
Forward progress gains momentum,
As moments swing on a pendulum,
Seeing the space between them,
Stemming into eternity,
Love loading new possibilities,
Realities to be discovered,
New abilities are uncovered,
Smothered in the affection,
Feeling the whole connection,
I am One part of a section,
A collection of entities,
Love is our natural way to be,
You're creating everything you see,
Based on a perception of energy,
A mentality keeping me free,
Im tweaking my personality,
Thinking healthy brings me up,
Drinking from my own cup,
Love makes me wealthy,
If I never give up.
For His New Love It Rained The Perfect Storm
he walked to her door
happily
and into her world
all knowing
of no knots to tie,
no pretenses,
all knowing of what to expect
and mostly noted,
eyes opening ...
they were both set free
from enslaved past,
two lonely souls
coming together,
... embarking
in search of blue seas,
before he knocked
she opened the door
she was waiting
their eyes met
and in his mind
his boat was soon,
... was soon to be docking
into her pier
and in her heart,
freshness,
... and she, too,
was thinking likewise,
her pier was empty,
... empty for his boat
to sail home,
a new adventure for her,
the wind howling
a perfect storm
stemming, unknowingly
out in their horizons
waves of heat ... steam
temptation growing,
growing with each
wave of passion,
their eyes meet,
mirrors of strong waves,
crashing, crashing
into each other,
she nods,
a slight purr escaping her lip
his cue
he takes her to sea,
to ecstasy,
exploring her coral kingdom
and uncharted waters
as she basks
capriciously in his embrace
in his tides, whirling about
as the waves hit her sunny shores
thrashing about
relentlessly
as incessant sounds of the wind
picking up speed
howling, howling
with bigger sets of waves,
hurricane like forces hitting home
she rest on the bottom,
drowning like, gasping for air
and he, too
submerged, gasping for air,
thumbing, tumbling
to greater depths
pockets of air bubbles
surfacing
mimicking the beads of sweat
raining from their bodies
their love pooling
pointing towards the clouds ...
poking the clouds to burst ...
and did they ... ever
it rained hard ...
it rained the perfect storm
connie pachecho
3/22/17
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.