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HEART—we all have one,
And some of us share.
While others take a pass,
On the openness snare.
Especially if it means,
They must FEEL to partake,
At the HEART of all matters,
Bottom lines’ rarely fake.
HEART—it’s for lions,
Both cowardly and strong.
It’s the stuff driving athletes,
Amidst competitive throng.
They’re messy things,
Broken and mended each day.
As humans react with emotion,
Heartfelt vulnerability on display.
HEART—it’s the separation,
Between right and pure wrong.
A natural order that precedes,
Head thinkers…thinking along.
It is HEART anchoring passion,
Like the roots of a tree.
Nurturing love inside humans,
Needed so desperately.
HEART—it’s to have,
And often to hold.
Defining quality-of-life,
As we grow old.
So suppress your desire,
To merely THINK things straight through.
Add some FEELING with your HEART,
Show your compassion anew.
© Michael Wegman, 2014
A lone flower
stuck in the muck, tested
by strong winds and hard rain,
yet its tentacles
remain unhooked
from the soil.
It's been through the wringer,
yet look at it thrive!
Look at it do the limbo!
Look at it dance...
and twirl all about!
and look, just look...
at that golden glow!
It still smiles under the sun!
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Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 10/13/2019
We're HARD. We're HUMAN. We're HARD.
Hard on ourselves, hard on each other.
Mirrored faces, reflecting
the same goddamn questions:
Who are you?
Who am I?
What's the point of this mess?
We chart the stars,
map the deep,
but can't find our damnway
out of this labyrinth of flesh and bone.
The self, a phantom,
a fleeting shadow
in the flickering candlelight of our minds.
We build walls of reason,
but stumble,
tripping over the invisible wires
of our own making.
Chaos!
Symphony of joy and pain,
a heart's erratic beat,
a soul's relentless rhythm,
the constant hum of being... human.
Don't look for answers in the books,
in the theories, the philosophies,
and the intellectual grandstanding.
The truth is right here,
pulsing in the messy,
complicated,
everyday life.
We ARE the mystery!
The key,
the universe,
the single soul,
the labyrinth,
the echo,
the shadow,
the heart,
the fire,
the question,
the answer...
...and we're just getting started.
In scales of steel, the city sleeps
Where dragon laws in darkness creep
The streets are veins of ancient stone
Where freedom's blood has long been flown.
The towers pierce the smoky sky
Like claws that grasps and never die
The people move with careful pace
Under eyes that watch each secret place.
Through gates of fire, the rulers pass
Their shadows cast in endless glass
Where every breath must be confessed
And dreams themselves are put to test.
But deep within the burning core
A spark remains that dares ignore
The chains of law, the weight of might
And whisper still endless light.
A petrified conjunction(?)
what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks
what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears
what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit est mon amie
so let's talk about the lousy
plane crash avalanche
what a strange day...
for this nightmare paradise
la princesse est très curieuse
and her calculated motifs
like a transcription factor
what a strange day...
for this residue of a pattern
rarely essential by your knowledge
beyond the nucleotide sacrifice
of all the negated literals
there's nothing to think about
– let's eliminate the principle!
inside an empty hillside manor
of the cosmos Demiurge
in the name of all rhetoric solutions
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE,
ONLY TO FIND MYSELF FACE TO FACE
WITH A OCEANIC VIEW OF CURIOSITY.
ENDLESS WAVES OF QUESTIONS,
ANSWERS AND THEORIES LEADING TO ,
AND FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME.
EXPECTING NOTHING MORE THAN
INTERESTING AND PLEASANT
INFORMATION TO ANSWERS AND
QUESTIONS STIMULATING MY OWN
CURIOSITY.
UNEXPECTEDLY , I FOUND MYSELF
IMMERSED IN A FASCINATINGLY , PROFOUND OBSERVATION OF CURIOSITY ITSELF.
THE UNVAILING OF THE TRUTH
BEHIND CURIOSITY , EXCEEDED MY
EXPECTATIONS TRAVELING FAR BEYOND MY IMAGINATION.
I HAD TO STOP AND THINK...
AND ASK MYSELF...
WHAT CAUSES ONE TO DISPLAY
CURIOSITY?
WHAT ARE THE ADVANTAGES AND
DISADVANTAGES ?
IF CURIOSITY STIMULATES THE
IMAGINATION , WHAT WISDOM
AND OR KNOWLEDGE CAN BE
REALISED THROUGH CURIOSITY ?
WHAT IF , CURIOSITY IS A GIFT ?
WHERE DOES IT COME FROM?
HOW DOES ONE RECOGNIZE IT ,
AND INTERPRET ITS FUNCTIONAL
USEAGE ? OR PURPOSE?
HOW DOES CURIOSITY RELATE TO
EXPECTATIONS AND MANIFESTATION
OF THE REALTY IN WICH WE EVOLVE
AND THE PROCESS OF EVOLUTION
ITSELF ?
HOW DOES CURIOSITY RELATE TO
CONSCIENCENESS ?
IS IT AN ELEVATED LEVEL OF
CONSCIOUSNESS ? OR , DOES
CURIOSITY STIMULATE CONSCIOUSNESS.?
IT WAS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR ,
CURIOSITY CONTRIBUTES TO THE
MEANING OF LIFE AND ENCOURAGES
US TO LOOKING FORWARD TO BETTER
UNDERSTAND OUR MENTAL ABILLITIES
OF LOGIC AND REASON AND
EXPANDING OUR KNOWLEDGE OF
THE UNIVERSE BEYOND THE PHYSICAL.
Michael E Harris
06042024
Accountability is like a signature
that puts one's name directly behind a promise;
When the stamp of fault has left its mark,
the hands of guilt cannot hide the mess.
Accountability is like luggage
that carries the consequences of what we choose;
The suitcase of error exposes the blunder,
revealing what the bearer tries to refuse.
Accountability is like a camera
that captures and preserves the evidence;
When the lens of mistake witnesses the crime,
the picture of proof reveals grave offense.
Accountability is like a hook
that lets results catch up with those who do wrong;
The snare of slips silently sits and waits to trap
with a string of detection, swift and long.
Accountability is like a calculator
that computes the end result;
When the keypad adds every miscue,
on the screen, it will display the fault.
I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:
This screed you call Crack House of the 13 Gables
Is one long rant mixed with recycled fables
It wanders aimlessly, but never resolves
Characters pop out of nowhere, then simply dissolve
But the symbolism, sir, allow me to explain
The Victorian parlor represents pathos and pain
In the attic are mothballed broken dreams and betrayals
It's gonna shift your paradigm right off its rails
It’s a thousand-page odyssey into the surreal
The hedge maze is where all 14 sub-plots congeal
Enough! The only reason I called you in, punk
Is to meet the lunatic who scribbled this junk
So I slunk away, not a little dejected
Ain’t much fun being literarily rejected
Trudged back to my grueling, stale coffee grind
Working 15-hour days, going out of my mind
Then one day I met an old pal for some beers
Hadn't seen him in quite a few years
I told him about my rejection slip wrangle
He said buck up, you just need the right angle
I like reading novels, now don’t get me wrong
But writin' 'em, man, that just takes too damn long
And what a huge risk, 16 years you devoted
For no payday at all, just your ego imploded
There's no need to pen the next Moby Dick
Try something short, now that is the trick!
So, I thanked my friend for his most sage advice
And took it to heart without thinkin' thrice
And now I am back as a voice for the ages
Except I'm makin' my mark in far fewer pages
I write sound bites and maxims and pithy remarks
T-shirt slogans and jokes, I just do on a lark
I bang out poems and lyrics at the drop of a hat
Dash off 17 syllables in ten seconds flat
Haikus by the bunch
Cook up a batch before lunch
Put that in your pipe
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For Humor Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
Ruling the Atlantic Ocean,
Is the Goddess of the drowned.
Her eyes pouring with a somber emotion,
As drowned bodies had her crowned.
Is the Goddess of the drowned,
Bound to never be free?
As drowned bodies had her crowned,
Trapping her within the sea.
Bound to never be free,
Black bodies piling up.
Trapping her within the sea.
The Atlantic Ocean transforms into a bloody cup.
Black bodies piling up,
Causing a weighty burden.
The Atlantic Ocean transforms into a bloody cup.
Making the Black skin Queen certain.
Causing a weighty burden,
Overwhelmed by overthrown bodies.
Making the Black skin Queen certain,
To remember such cruel follies.
Overwhelmed by overthrown bodies,
Gifting the drowned as jewels,
To remember such cruel follies,
Forcing the Queen to be cruel.
Gifting the drowned as jewels,
Bubbling wails surge from the deep.
Forcing the Queen to be cruel.
Denying voyagers sleep.
Bubbling wails surge from the deep,
Compelling the Atlantic to be restless.
Denying voyagers sleep.
The voyage appears endless.
Compelling the Atlantic to be restless,
Per the wish of the Queen of the Drowned.
The voyage appears endless,
As all such ships are bound.
Per the wish of the Queen of the Drowned,
Ruling the Atlantic Ocean,
As all such ships are bound,
Her eyes pouring with a somber emotion.
Do you remember the day
When I was out on a bay
And you, like the silent wind
Penetrated deep in my rind
Barefooted, you lured the carte
Intruded the streets of my heart
Even the dungeons rejoiced
When you whispered in sweet voices
As if a blessed rain just began to pore
The Green couldn't help but restored
For the first time in forever
The door of my heart was unbarred
The ocean of my heart was set on fire
By your wide crescent smile
My soul yearns for you
Like sea waves for the moon
You enticed the sails of my dreams
They are floating towards your streams
I wonder what's this magic
I hope for you too it's aesthetic
My smiles and peace are from you
Be careful... let's rejoice... For now I love you too
Dated: 25th September, 2021