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SOMETHING BIGGER THAN MYSELF---
Alas! The question is or is not;
Just what are those things bigger than me?
Having a spirit I have a soul as humans goes;
Yet ever-present something better, more beautiful;
Having emotions free will of choices;
Having a voice yet I am encased by curses;
Something bigger than myself;
The vast universe, God's promises;
Rainbows?
Those choices chosen wrong one surprisingly there's liberty and freedom;
When it's all done when it's all expressed;
Something more important last...something bigger than myself;
Life, God's breathe?
One whom die on the cross my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ;
Those these things are bigger than myself;
The sky scrape the vastness of the light;
Mountains, earth, moons, stars, universe;
One whom die on the cross my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ;
Those these things are bigger than myself;
The air, the blackness, the light;
The Father, the Son-Jesus..
Something bigger than myself
1/29/19
For "Something Bigger Than Myself" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Three lady beetles
put on a little show;
Whilst in the great outdoors
Effected me to whoa.
Spotted one on a leaf,
Handled her with care
Weightless though sheer greatness and
Black-spotted orange wear.
The miniature living charm
Circled round one two
Then up up and beyond
Vanishing to blue.
There I stood there gleeful
From what I did entail
Surprisingly another lady
Followed in her trail.
Oh what a blessing to receive
Left me wonderstruck
A gift from our almighty
Though some may call it luck.
Magically eased aching feet
Tensions did release
Bringing just a little joy
Wonders never cease.
Completed chores ,climbed the stairs
With memories I saw
Only to find with all in mind
Lady beetle at my door!
I ask for nothing,
just relying on Providence;
surprisingly I will experience
an enriching event
that fate has sent...
does anybody wonder why I sing?
I age, and furthermore I feel younger;
wrinkles appear to attest their reminder
that my troubles are of another sort,
and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort:
these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass,
and this phase is the ultimate test!
Destiny, unfold this enriching event,
and usher in an age of contentment;
the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility:
resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent...
I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy,
and the hardest challenge is finding trust!
An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart
and astrologers are putting much effort in their research,
to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming;
and should I place my total trust in them,
and catch a rare glimpse and be content...
but Who has given me a last chance at living?
I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars,
what I am amazed about them: is their mysterious glimmer,
but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner,
of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows
inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor
and appreciation; and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door?
My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits,
every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive:
o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above!
My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts
Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale;
when peace blends with silence: a realistic Heaven is an enriching event!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I have been broken
Like a man left without a token
Staring surprisingly at the cruelty
Melted out on my fragile soul.
Here in my solitary state
I try to patch up my heart's pieces
To forget about the pains
And let tomorrow heal the scars left by yesterday.
Broken! Like a marooned sailor
Broken! Like a traveller in the desert
Broken! Like a lover rejected by a loved one
Broken! That's simply the words that escaped my lips
So I watched the wind blow the dust on my face
And yearn so much for a saving grace.
Helplessly I wandered like a raging spirit
In shackles of emotion I staggered all along.
Oh! I look shabbily claded
And the hair on my head seems overgrown.
This look, like that of a taunted soul
So devastated, crying out foul.
They are the traumas of being broken
Left to the cruelty wrapped in mortal flesh.
Trampled upon by hatred of men
Sent down to languish in a disastrous den.
Broken; like a building shaking to its core.
Left with body and soul to carry on.
Staggering helplessly for someone's arm to lean upon.
Memories from 2020:
New song... Demon love
Artist: Michelle Morris
Artist's Description
I hope that any person in an abusive relationship manages to find their way out and be free to survive and thrive.
DEMON LOVE
BY MICHELLE MORRIS
You were the guy I
Had always loved;
No matter the blood or pain -
I always deluded myself
With your
"I'm sorry" and
"I'll never hit you again".
It seemed that I
Have paid the price
For my love;
In a life of too much
Broken everything...
Forgave you time
And time again,
Because of vows
And a stupid ring.
Chorus
So what happens now?
Do I survive without you?
Or do I stay with the
Demon I know well?
Because of my fear;
The fear of being alone...
What happens now,
My demon love?
What happens now? (end chorus)
I look back to when
It started out so
Surprisingly -
The 1st time you hit me;
Your anger and mad jealousy.
You blamed me then,
As you still do...
My demon love,
What happened to you?
You got so much
Bolder over time -
Knowing my shame
Would keep me
Silent.
Chorus
You got smarter over time -
Hiding those hits well,
So bruises weren't shown.
And I just faded away,
So far from the confident
Girl I once knew...
And I didn't want to stay,
But I was afraid to leave too...
Chorus
What happens now?
Demon love, oh
My demon love...
They tell me
I could die
If I stay with you,
My demon love.
Should I die to stay with you?
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Intelligence has several branches
as firstly Common Sense measuring
normal I.Q. to view.
Second comes Emotional Intelligence
sprouting from emotion,
meaning mental status in motion.
Third is Social Intelligence arising
from Social Interaction.
Fourth is Spiritual Intelligence
which has its roots embedded
in contemplation.
Most modern term Artificial intelligence
is exciting us.
Through evolution not only
morphological characters
go on betterment but brain also
runs on better performance !
Consciousness soars high automatic.
Same theory is applicable on AI.
Yes ! Onwards progress may attribute
Consciousness to AI continuing budding
stages of self awareness !
Might never be parallel to human
yet partial Consciousness as comparable
with primate, mammals like few animals
and surprisingly in Octopus.
So in far and near future
May AI marvel us
attaining consciousness
on adaptability, reasoning capacity
reflecting on interaction
more or less
but not surpassing human intelligence.
SWEET SLAP
Being deprived of Mom’s love and affection
I spent my unfortunate childhood days
Her deliberate discrimination
compared to my siblings pricked me always.
Not provided with proper food or care.
‘I am unwanted’, to feel each moment.
To give me bonus points she did not spare
passing abusing crescent crude comment.
I was twelve then and went to friend’s home
as school closed early after tiffin hours.
We were making fun and playing carrom.
About delay was not at all aware.
My senses reacted at end of game.
At eve street lights on, I ran in hurry.
Mom waiting at the gate, too late I came.
She slapped me without any query.
Most expected, abuse must not be mild
But surprisingly she burst into tears.
Repeatedly uttering ‘Oh! my child
I was so scared as if I lost you Dear!’
09/18/18
'Write Me an Emotion-Act' Contest by Brenda Chiri
I taught a Chinese friend a new word:
which was 'bollocks,' surprisingly he didn't
know what that meant and threatened to
look up the meaning of it on Google.
I told him not to worry - we'll think of
something else but he had other ideas;
when he got home that evening, he decided
to try out the new word on his wife.
She greeted him by asking how his day
had been - to which he replied: 'bollocks!'
She was surprised and asked him, 'Pardon?',
This was ignored and asked other questions.
'Did you go to supermarket - he said: 'bollocks.'
'I'll slap you if you say once more,' 'bollocks.'
Who says Love-braising is easy
Growth and affinity
crave
An elusive trigger
A split second of blast
Courage to proclaim. Mindfully. Courage to launch
Courage to ache
Courage to apologize. Awakening. Courage to accept and respect
A long walk to forgiveness
Without my consent
It hurts
Dismantling a dam Inside fatherhood
Ouch
It hurts
Surprise attack dismayed extrovert and introvert
Tune In, QQ
Again
Tune In
Pace self-resilience
Allow vulnerability
But
never mistreatment
Ouch
It hurts
Pause on the edge of open sea
Oh, my darling compassionate man
Painful at times, yet
Surprisingly liberating
Wisdoms slay inner obstacles
Honor and duty endow survivorship
Clinging to cherish deep feelings
River of energy flowing unobstructed
June gloom
Astonishingly spoken
‘I love you’
Love-braising is an insight job
Tune In
Roast beef on Rye. Pastrami on toast, a Rubin -
I only have thinly sliced bologna. Not hungry anyway.
Beyond a window, a dog is on my lawn, my mind shouts,
surprisingly the dog seems to hear me.
I have powers.
A record player drops into my mind
the vinyl is spinning, the needle is tracing,
silence roars on. I sing along.
I find an old British sixpenny-bit in Ohio
amazing how we all take teleportation for granted now.
A door knob rattles,
my ears get hairy,
am I being paranoid or is this nervous state
the result of living alone in my head for too long?
This afternoon I will still be here
watching my show.
You star you. I always did like your eyes
they shine like flying saucers.
Note. Make the bed before I sleep
I wrecked it last night.
If I remember, I will consider forgetting all of this.