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When I look back on this year, 2020, a year that has been insane
I’ll remember all the heartache…I’ll remember all the pain.
I’ll remember a country that, if not careful, is sealing its own fate
divided by its anger…its bigotry, its suspicions, lies and hate.
I’ll remember the wildfires in the west that scorched many a forest…and plain.
I’ll remember hurricanes in the east and south that flooded us with rain.
I’ll remember praying the rain from those hurricanes…
that eventually ran out of names
would miraculously move to the west coast and help extinguish all the flames.
I’ll remember praying that the tears we shed from the sorrow and sadness we create
would be enough to extinguish...the fires of our hate.
Of course we can’t control the weather…wildfires and hurricanes will always be our fate
but we can control the way we treat each other…we can control our hate.
When a wildfire or hurricane wreak havoc on our land…
immediately we begin repairs…
but when hatred destroys another’s life all we do is add our tears to theirs.
But 2020 is not over yet and in the world I’l like to see us create
when casting my ballot this November…I will not vote for hate!
I will not vote for fire…for prejudice…for duplicity and lies
I will not vote for dishonesty wearing righteousness as a disguise.
I don’t know what side of this division you are on…
but I’m tired of these wildfires of hate causing so much destruction…so much pain.
so when it comes to this election…I’ll be voting for the rain.
So when I look back on this year 2020…
I can say it was the year of our transcending.
a year I was saddened at the way it began…
but am happy with the ending.
She wanted to fit in, so she wore dreadlocks.
They looked silly on her.
People shunned her.
She tried shaving her head.
They brought cards and money, thinking she had cancer.
Went away angry when they learned she did not.
“Why don’t you try being yourself?” her mother suggested.
She did not think that would work because she did not like herself.
She tried dancing and singing, and put herself into contests.
Her dancing was bad, but her singing even worse. She alienated more people.
“You are trying too hard, “her father told her. “Just be yourself.”
That would not work, she thought, so she kept trying and trying.
She ran up to people and demanded they be her friends.
They began to cross the street when they saw her coming.
Verifying her worst suspicions. They did not like her
as much as she did not like herself.
Point of No Return
YELLOW BEAR PAW!
circular arm saw.
In my head,
I'll be famous when I'm dead.
There is something wrong with the people here for sure,
it simply is something that we cannot ignore.
Rampant addictions,
corporate suspicions and deceptions,
Environmental tyranny!
Humans scream ME! ME! ME!
It is a tragedy, but yeah we love these things.
Like some Shakespear sh@t, this be.
Does anyone want to start over with me?
Drop away this unnecessary-
Spending, expectations, egotistical and materialistic
garbage that we carry.
We are reaching that thin red line
ladies and gentlemen.
Our point of no return.
By Clara Sue Bereuter
09/01/2016
gentle slivers of His muse,
destined for the earth –
painting a silence on the spirit
with the burst of lifelike trembling,
the wonder of nature’s breath
poured out over the night,
caressing the lasting grace with one finger
who remembers what it means to love,
one whisper who feels the light
piercing the moments with a sense of laughter
who rearranges the miracles of nature
so they bleed out warmth across the twilight seas
coloring each oak with a presence of joy
the aching stars, withered by the snow –
intimate as the glorious rhythms,
guitar’s shadows reveal the intensity of lonely,
forcing me to see past the silence
into the peace, the serenity
fading beneath the pines, intertwined –
with the music who breathes
like a melancholy seed, glistening with grief
always knowing what it means
to just believe, to see beyond the rivers of need,
into the still who glows in the forests,
the soothing that touches each wind,
the rhythm of hope who agrees with the spirit
lingering in this aching impression,
the wonder unfolding, the lessons
expressing what it is to sing like the wrens,
to fight with the night, in the silhouettes
there is a beautiful who will win,
a secret who will never sin, the innocence
ivory flakes,
falling so they touch the notes,
falling so they learn to hope,
falling so they pray, like grace
falling, so they’re forever amazing
and, always praising –
just praising…
ivory flakes, crooning while in flight
a silence who delights,
sharing the intimacy of a spirit
who can never be remembered
without thinking – God is with us,
He is sending love, a powerful love
who destroys the darkness,
silences the doubt
and offers the heart room
to reach out –
pressing through the shadows,
alive, a passion
reaching beyond the suspicions,
to the music of His appearing
the mystery of His song
carried on ivory flakes,
singing all the night long,
singing the notes of God’s song,
capturing the rhythm of love
and remembering the light
whispers through the thoughts,
caressing the pulsing colors
blowing on winds of knowing,
with God, true love is flowing
and inside, our hope is growing.
He won’t fit inside a church
He won’t fit inside a thought
He won’t fit inside a hope
Yet He fits inside a heart
He is light and He is love
He lavishes us, each one, with good
He restores us when we doubt
He reminds us we can always surmount
The enemies that seems to cloud
Our joy, our hope, our inspiration
The feelings that create in us
A grace that rains down His love
He won’t fit inside a dream
He won’t fit inside a house
He won’t fit inside a song
Yet He will fit inside the soul
He is the wonder that leads us on
The feeling of promise that teaches our hearts
The beauty and joy of knowing His love
Abides within us, where He will fulfill us
He is the kindness and the strength
That brings us beyond all the sorrow and grief
He destroys the darkest dread, despair
Reassures our hearts that we always have a prayer
He won’t fit inside a star
He won’t fit inside a cathedral
He won’t fit inside a religion
Yet, He will fit inside the spirit
He is wise and He is trustworthy
His light reflects the peace that is His
Sign – His crest – His insignia that suggests
He knows our hearts, our souls, our spirits
He tears down all the walls we’ve built
With our worries, our fears and our suspicions
He shows us how to love, unconditionally, completely
With a love that He inspires, rousing inside
The one who knows He is the answer to each prayer
The reason for our desires, our hopes, our dreams
The reason for our joy, our kindness, our faith
The reason for a love that lives throughout eternity
He won’t fit inside a mind
But He will fit inside a life!
1 Kings 8:27 (KJV) – But will God indeed dwell on the earth? Behold, the heaven and heaven of heavens cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have builded?
Joke was on him
A lie can perpetuate with a blinding speed
Growing on the heels of shameful greed
If enough people believe a con-man's spiel
And blindly proceed to invest in a dubious deal.
He began quite small with his Ponzi scheme
Stomping ruthlessly on gullible citizen's dream
Pretending that he was investing in stock market
Delivering promised returns regularly on target.
Becoming famous as word of high returns spread
Billions he attracted as testimonials mislead,
Paying current clients from new-client receipts
Manipulating his records to hide his deceits.
Although his company was frequently audited
No one could detect the fraud being committed.
Suspicions ran high for returns were unbelievable,
Authorities were fooled by a fraud inconceivable.
Ponzi scheme thrives on constant new cash flow
As new funds meet outflows that continue to grow,
But it collapses in a hurry if new money stops
For clients demand refunds as the company flops.
A market-crash caused new money to dry out
Bringing to a quick end his fraudulent clout
As he confessed to a multibillion fraud scheme
When finally he realized that the joke was on him.
Investors big and small were caught by surprise
Lives that were ruined continue to agonize.
Soon he was arrested for his long tenure of crime
And sentenced to prison for his remaining lifetime.
His son committed suicide overcome by veracity
As his wife deflects shame in solitude of tenacity.
While he sits in jail for a crime of this century
Grievous losses torment lives due to his treachery.
A fraud only propagates till its ultimate demise
For truth always conquers defeating all lies.
November 26, 2017
I started a joke
Sponsor: Maria Williams
First Place
Note: This Ponzi scheme was uncovered after the 2008 market crash. Though the fraudster never invested in the market, new money flow stopped because investors were spooked by the market decline and ensuing recession. He confessed when he couldn't make a multi-billion payment due in 2008. He was sentenced to 150 years in jail. One of his sons committed suicide, the other son died. His brother was also sentenced to jail--all worked for the firm.
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson
Her soul, composed of poetry
Breathed light and reflected mystery
In shadows secreted deep within
Where silence seemed her only friend
Her heart, colored in hues of hope
Prayed peace through the innocence
Abiding where the stillness was lost
In the wonder hiding beneath her thoughts
Her soul, stirred by each make believe
Dreams faithful to the rumors so unique
Rich and vibrant hues of eternity rising
Through the stardust raining across a life
Her heart, erasing every doubt with truth
Beckons for the laughter, the graceful
Sincerity of a kindness so deep and good
Falling gently, like fresh snow, in whispers
Her soul, singing merrily of joys buried
Beneath the silhouettes of sadness and sorrow
Leaving imprints, notes of encouragement
Wounding the doubts with serenity, assurance
Her heart, conquering all the faded feelings
Who guided her to listen to all she’s concealing
The beauty and grace, the inspiration and faith
All of the soft winds who beckoned her to hear
Her soul, heeding the light – the lingering love
Sent down from above, where His kindness
Grows smiles as He gentles the trials, the hurting
Becomes like a long ago dawn who recalls the night
Her heart, aching to understand the breathtaking
Stillness, lasting through the storms, delaying
Suspicions and promising that His way, His blessing
Will bring only good things, miracles to believe in
Her heart – Her soul… they’re an open door
To the marvel, the mercy, the message…
That love from above will always find a way
To pierce the uncertainty with a belief that vows…
Forever is found in the peace that comes to life
Just beyond the kiss of sun, the caress of moon,
Where Jesus walked and talked and gave each one
The opportunity to believe in His everlasting life!
Let His love flow…
And grow – a light
That never fades
I guess the means to be mean turn a being cold as ice
the unseeing witnesses see the unseen or be sacrificed
as wealth brings you power only over those who are poorer in life
it stands and it towers but stays weak to the powers at towering heights
to whom wealth is a game whereas power they claim is a God given right
one acquired by knowledge not for good or for horrid but the unseeing eye
through a web they all weave welcoming wealth believed to be a similar type
who operate in their circles without power to purchase true positions of might
just wealth to be servants in view on the surface if suspicions arise
preserve the integrity of the powerful entities kept out of clear sight
trusted with the access that comes with a death wish such power provides
wealth which knows power only brings about power of a powerless plight
when secrets you keep to blackmail or to leak will exploit all that they hides
when your enemies can do as they please overpowering your fight
so you’ll be like Epstein before you come clean they’ll turn out your light
when knowledge of the powerful threatens the powerful, you’ve no power nor life
thinking you live with an insight to give is a grave oversight
Here I am again
Sitting in the corner of a room
Watching other's smile bloom
Where those memories remain
Who knew where those lies were
Behind those smiles stood the lies that made them a fool
Here we are again
Drown in misery
Without comforting our issues
Those silent cries, those silent suspicions
Oh now we have stood so steep
That on surface we hide our pain
That underneath its a growing torment
How wonderful the world would be
If it lost the will to hide
Will honesty win the heart of all?
Or will it be the reason of a downfall
But we shall keep it a mystery
Human have a skill for that
Extending peace was never in the dictionary
We were born to lie
Xmas tide,
a time for familial gatherings,
The golden chain of friendship
…and companions
Sweet on each other,
parading arm in arm
Together to share a feast and gift giving
...Nativity scenes, red, gold, green
bells ringing
Garlands, wreaths, and holly
Holiday romance rekindles and
swindles kisses under a mistletoe
Lovers making love!
…A lonely time for others
She arrives solo, one link’s absence sears
her heart yet another year
Smiles seem forced they’ll think
…Cry out the hosts,
Drink up, plenty of champaign !
Chums come and go quickly
Good to flatter one in a funk or ho-hum
The dinner is served, everyone rejoices
Mingles and reacquaint
Toasts and jingles can’t take her gaze away
True feelings are hidden
Like a disconsolate widow,
mournfully she yearns for him
Not a soul to tell, nor a cherished confidant
to share a secret or a private matter
Of the sensuality of karma sutra wooing her gently
Mesmerizing thoughts of a distant lover
have taken her far from the celebration
…His sultry eyes, savory lips
Sleekly sinewed neck, and bulging biceps
Quite an exquisite exhibition
Into his warm embrace and into subservience
Draped in satin, his fingertips tracing her curves
duplicating guitar intonation on his
gears, depressing down fretted notes
Making sultry harmonic tunes
Counting down at the twelfth fretboard
Lusty lullabies erogenous, with more alibies,
Keeps silent not to arouse suspicions of
an affair's existence that shouldn’t be
She counts down the twelve days of Xmas tide
her yearning entails
love is starved at Xmas tide~
he plays keep away