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Gratitude's past grief
brief repast
When re-articulating grief
becomes transparently warm passion,
yet without terrifying overheated anger,
we are together filled with resonantly vulnerable sound
and traumatic sight,
Therein opens new possibilities,
avenues, shared
tides,
streams,
neurological highways
mini-cultures surfing for resiliently polypathic gratitude,
An experiential reminder,
a virtuous feedback loop,
in which daily reborn life intends love
extends above
down beyond,
deeply rooted within
all Other
awareness;
Grief of anciently fore-shadowed separation
to repair EarthTribe's loyal gratitude.
thee deep seated hatred gnarling
at ones soul beckoning eating away
of the sheer foundation of self
a terrifying entity alive and well
searching the innermost calm
of a peaceful being believing in
the purity of goodness only to
behold the hidden shallow virtue
of demonic human angst being
carried out between the realms
of envy curled up beyond a quaint
sudden rapture gathered above
a sinking notion of the death
of human compassion hindered so
to the point of no refuge from envy
forced to end ones on life in return
comes across quite appealing rather
than behold the mere notion that envy
has crawled inside the attic of your mind
hatred employs wrath murdering my soul
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
I sense how flummoxed one becomes
staring at the starless night while the rising fog
drifts around the grotesque figures
more terrifying than a wild, hungry dog...
nobody notices another transient
challenging fear and being too persistent!
Walking through the grove of elms
with an unfogged mind, I take slow footsteps
not being frightened by the groans of a lonely wolf,
a human can be more dangerous than an animal
when he has lived in the remoteness to escape grief;
I push forward being drenched by a sudden rainfall...
nobody notices another transient
with a zealous and intrepid spirit!
Where's that path which leads to torturous Hell?
That imagined Hades the Florentine poet described so well?
Why was Dante driven by foolishness, vengeance, and folly?
He despised the horrible deeds of his peers
and confined them in the place of eternal fire,
taking on a role which made his intolerance conspire;
he begged God to make them suffer in agony,
he could have felt compassion and stopped their screams...
nobody noticed another transient
enthralled by a vicious intent!
. Lady
are you crying
are those tears in your eyes
maybe
through your crying
you’ll eventually realize
that this world is too cruel
for as gentle a heart as yours
and, in no time, even you will
dry your eyes as the sky azures
when the heartache within cures
and your cupid becomes a devil
time to triumph will be yours
you’ll win your every duel
and will finally realize
just how satisfying
baby
is to reach those lofty highs
while terrifying
daily
They underestimated me because I am a she.
I threw back my head and showed my teeth.
My wolf howl was terrifying; they feared me now.
Not understanding their mistake until I devoured them.
Masticating is my favorite thing to do after I show my soul.
I chomped them down and swallowed them in grateful gulps.
Why do you do that? My mother asked, not understanding.
She is a product of the forties and fifties; she wears a dress to vacuum.
I am she-wolf, I told her. I answer to no man or woman. I am my best self.
I howl at the moon and chant my truth. Those who cannot take it can run.
But run fast, for I love to show my dangerous side. I am all powerful.
I am woman. I am in charge of myself in every capacity.
I do not wear the dresses or colors of other women.
I forge my own path with daggers and axes.
I gave her an eerie elongated wolf howl.
She jumped out of my way, my mother.
Fearing the ultimate me I intended to be.
When was John closest to Jesus?
Was it as he leaned his head onto His chest,
to hear a beating heart - O what heart!
But was it then or when the Man transfigured,
white as snow, with His companions?
Was the light bright beyond comprehension?
When was John closest to Jesus? When
the rock was kicked away; when Jesus
gave them food and drink?
Or was it in His old age? This old man
seeing visions…terrifying visions.
He was on the island of Patmos. Legend
says they tried to boil him. Perhaps, he saw
another with him?
When was John closest to the living God?
Perhaps, each manifestation of Christ
brought him closer to The Truth!
I’d say, he was closest when he opened his eyes,
when he stood in heaven’s bounty, when he heard,
“Well done, my friend, and now you rest.”
This Friday I’ve got a blind date
With Miss Information
And I just can’t wait.
Of course as a red blooded American male
I sincerely hope I’ll get in her pants
If not her bed,
But given her name
I won’t be making any assumptions
‘Till I see her up close and personal.
Given her name
I also expect to hear lots of talk of Covid 19
Bats, the wet market, social distancing
Safe and effective vaccines and all that.
Then before dessert
I hope we make it past BLM’s glorious
Post Floyd Summer of Love
The terrifying January 6th insurrection
And nonexistent border crisis of 2021-24,
As I like to enjoy something sweet
Without a sour taste in my mouth.
In fact, I hope we make it through the night
Without any of that garbage,
But given her name I’m not holding my breath.
So why am I even taking Miss Information out?
Because although inside I am no comparison,
Inside I am also now inspired
And will proudly step up and say, “Hi,
I am Charlie”, when I pick her up,
And so gladly reach across the aisle
And dine with a chick who may end up a dude
In the name of open and friendly dialogue.
After all that is what will Make America Great Again.
(9/23/25)
NIGHT PARTY
Witch the hostess arranged party in log house.
Crystal eyed crooked cat danced with macro mouse.
Wicked witch dancing in guise of fair fairy.
Off and on showing her weird face fearful scary.
Octopus danced displayed terrifying tentacles.
With black magic witty witch doing miracles.
On charcoal sullen ebon night dancing witch
Rigorous rock n roll with twist caused sudden twitch.
Witch yelled asking help from vicious vampire.
Instantly came running rushing venomous viper.
With terrible pain, witch though about to swoon,
Single-horned Doctor Unicorn fed medicine soon.
Witch started dancing holding black widow tight
Kids of ghost joined the party to dance delight.
12/24/19
'Itch, Witch, Glitch or Twitch' Contest by Nina Parameter
A shield of ice, a fortress built within,
To quell the storm, the chaos from within.
Dissociation's touch, a chilling grace,
That stills the pain, erases time and space.
But at what cost, this fragile, frozen peace?
Emotions numb, a solace that won't cease.
The warmth of love, a distant, fading light,
Replaced by void, a desolate, cold night.
A terrifying prospect, to feel once more,
To crack the ice, and open every door.
A fear profound, a darkness deep inside,
Where torrents rage, a hidden, surging tide.
Destructive whispers, lurking in the deep,
A fear of flaws, a promise not to weep.
For in the void, a fragile sense of calm,
A fleeting respite from the haunting psalm.
But shadows dance, and voices fill the air,
A constant threat, a burden hard to bear.
The battle waits, a fight for every breath,
Should feelings rise, a struggle against death.
To feel is to be vulnerable, they say,
To risk the flood, to lose control, to sway.
Yet in the numbness, a prison I reside,
A fractured soul, where hope cannot abide.
Oh, to find a balance, a gentler way,
To feel and heal, and meet the coming day.
To tame the storm, to embrace the pain,
And find the strength to rise and live again.
Inspired by talking to a physiotherapist and her asking me why I'm holding on to the numbness. This is my response. Because I'm scared of having to deal with my illness.
Inner Revolution
Want to please Satan~ live in fear.
When we walk in faith,we stand up and cheer!
That which we fear, comes so swiftly upon us.
Fear is contaminated faith, a most undesirable onus!
Remember, each day, is the first day of the rest
of your life.
So walk in faith, and you will be absent of all strife.
Block your ears, stop terrifying your holy mind and soul.
Focus on your eternal life~ a most important goal!
Use your best, positive, intuition to launch,
Fireworks of happiness in your inner revolution!
June 6, 2020
9:45am PST
Poem # 1225