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Conversations with God,
My pleas and the gifts received—
Grace amid chaos,
Mercy in a world that inflicts pain.
Lost and found, my soul.
I have yet to know a world where I do not cry,
Or one where peace embraces me.
A world where my efforts are enough
In a constant hunger for more—
A world that demands more and more of you.
Can one ever be truly whole?
Pieces of ourselves left behind,
Some buried deep within,
Memories thought forgotten but still unhealed.
A desperate time calls for God,
In an era where everything is within reach,
Most things just a text or call away.
Four clicks from booking that ticket to those
Whom you cherish as dearly beloved.
It’s simple, it’s easy.
How can they not know you think of them,
Miss them, see them, share moments even from afar—
Snapshots, posts, statuses.
In a world ever accelerating,
Now more than ever,
What was once black and white is now in full color.
Youth face peak anxiety,
Under pressure to do more, to act now.
When do we exhale, breathe, and pause
To be grateful for what we have and how far we’ve come?
It’s a beautifully sad world,
Where genuine smiles are rare,
And authenticity is increasingly scarce.
Realness has never been more elusive,
With everyone mimicking supposed icons or celebrities.
What happened to the misfits,
Those who pioneered style, flair, and individuality?
What happened to those who lived with wu wei?
I’ve never wanted more than to have lived in the past.
Sure, there were imperfections, as with everything.
But the music, the dance halls, the park walks—
When chivalry and romance flourished.
Simple joys like riding bicycles together,
Playing tag. What a life…
What a life I would have had.
I’m sure the things that break me now would have been different then.
I’d love harder, smile more, and live more in the moment.
When in the midst of all there could be of me my thoughts wavelength sails wilder than a gazelle on a mountaintop steep climbing hill! My soul cried out for the living God of Loves in time times a long time ago but not so much now my Soul in its distress counted some of the benefits had gained from the Creator of all Things so my soul calm down and thought of the benefits of loving who God is so God is love a chief corner Stone Alpha Omega the bread of life Author of Salvation. Deliverer when life let through arrow and dart the hurt the pain in the land of a strange foe name called evil eye the tears fell but not for long. For my mind gazed upon an Everlasting Father my Eternal Life Faithful and True Faithful Witness to the people places and others that pass through with gifts in their hands that may cause some hurt pain maybe not. For the Father firstborn is my best friend Head of the Church Good Shepherd High Priest Holy and true Holy Ones hope where there is no hope at all! The Hope of Glory the Great I Am King Eternal King Of The Ages. In the Lord my Lion Of the tribe of Judah The Living One Lord Of All.Lord of Lords Mediator of the New Covenant Mighty God our Morning Star.Our Savior our protector. Our Redemption Our Righteousness only begotten Son of God.When in the midst of my troubles hurt and normal pain my soul rejoice in the Kingdom that adopted me into a Royal Family precious Corner Stone Prince Of Peace The Source of Eternal Salvation The Light The Vine The Truth wonderful Conselor far from the sun the moon the stars and comet too far above the universe the clouds to the heart .He said he would come and sup inside the heart of my heart-felt flesh and when love moved into the heart that opened the door to love my Soul rejoice to a new day always can hear the knocking of love for God is Love the other serves supper sup with your heart. abiding forever so be still my soul.
(This is a fictional poem)
While visiting England, I had to get used to driving on the left side of the highway.
I accidentally drove on the left when I returned to the USA.
I had a wreck and I almost totaled a limousine.
When I saw that the owner was a woman, I thought I'd get off easy but she was
very mean.
She had sharp fingernails and she gouged them into my gut.
Then she took a rusty pair of tweezers and tore off my nuts.
She smashed my head on the asphalt about seven or eight times.
I'm in so much pain that I'm having trouble making this poem rhyme.
Compassion wasn't something that this woman showed.
If you and this lady are ever on the same highway, you'd better drive on the right
side of the road.
Form:
I have no idea, she told me. Better ask Toughie, he will know.
I have never been to a motorcycle rally, there is an excitement glow.
Another guy said the same thing. Better find Toughie, he’s on a bike.
The whole place seemed to know him, but what did he look like?
I figured Toughie was big, wild looking, with at least one tattoo.
I would ask six or eight people about him before I was through.
I hear you are looking for me, a voice yipped from the crowd.
It was a tiny dog, but his voice was extremely proud and loud.
No, I am looking for Toughie, I told him, in a persnickety way.
A bunch of other bikers began laughing; they were merry and gay.
That is Toughie; see his helmet? A club member said to me.
AMA, ask me anything; he is the smartest one you’ll ever see.
I thought AMA was American Motorcycle Association, I said.
They laughed at my idiocy, I’ll remember this until I am dead.
You aren’t from around here, Toughie guessed, going easy on me.
He had all the answers, and was as kind as could be.
Cinderella's Christmas Snow-Ball
Once upon a bright snowy Christmas Day
Cinderella wished to go out to play
A snowball fight or skating, she would like
But the sad lass she never gets on ice.
It soon came to Cinder’s, out loud and clear
She really wasn't liked or wanted here
Except to toil all day, morning to night
For the step-family who loathed her sight.
Her father had no say whatsoever
He’d gone and wed a wicked stepmother
Her daughters who were an ugly duo
Took after their mother, very much so.
Cinder’s danced round the kitchen with her broom
Mice would join in, to brighten the gloom
Dreams kept her going, she knew some day
A prince would come and take her away.
Now, Cinder's had a fairy godmother
Who loved and thought the world of her
She came this day and shooed her away
Wrapped up nice and warm for a play day.
Then she waved her magic star-dust wand
All Cinder’s chores were done in respond
The turkey got cooked and so did the pud
For once her girl was let off the hook.
The ugly duo got the shock of their life
To see Cinder’s skate like a dream on ice
Her spins and flips were out of this world
With faces gone green they were lost for words.
Prince Charming came passing along the way
Saw Cinderella and thought "she looks ok"
Most charmed, he invited her to the ball
The rest’s history of a perfect after all.
5th December 2020
“There is no one to understand and nothing, indeed, to be understood. I have no cause and no effect. How shall I say that I am conceivable or inconceivable? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
First we believe that we are this
feeble form, this body-mind,
then dwelling in heart we sense bliss,
a pulsation divine aligned.
With bliss in permanence ingrained,
the mind is instrumentalised,
whence beyond space-time, Self unstained,
as our essence is realised.
Ego squashed, Self alone remains,
as both the dreamer and the dreamed,
so once we are freed from thought chains,
suffused with bliss, we are redeemed.
Fals self gone, karmic bondage ends,
as we yet witness flow of life,
heartbeats God’s love and light defends,
our quintessence always bliss rife.
They promised that the debt would fade away
So students took the path they thought was right,
To study and find our scholastic way,
To keep our country's future burning bright.
Americans with good minds, sharp and free,
Where cowboys read of heroes in their books,
Cowgirls build homes for all to see,
Beyond the vanity of shallow looks.
But college dreams have turned to heavy lead,
All races and ethnicities in deep.
The interest grows while workers lose their bread.
The promises the lenders didn't keep.
From Texas plains to Floridian sun,
The SAVE plan starts the freedom we should've won.
Oak trees from tiny acorns grow.
I know that this is true,
It did not happen to me,
Has it happened to you?
I was a tiny baby,
That grew into a little girl
I always thought that maybe
I would be tall with blonde hair and curls.
What happened? Well, you may ask
That oak tree acorn thing
It never came to pass
My acorn did not flourish much,
It grew to a particular stage
Then it went berserk: To grow?
No, to combat my old age.
I am losing height
At the rate of knots
I shall soon disappear,
If this shrinkage doesn't stop.
So I say, Bah Humbug
What a lot of Tommy Rot
It may happen to Oak trees
But an Oak tree I am not!
Warrior princess the weaver of words.
She wields the septre of the night.
Commands the heavens and the birds.
Watch her face bathed in moonlight.
He has no will power to resist her charms.
She wields the septre of the night.
A strong man like a baby in her arms.
She writes each move that he makes.
He has no willpower to resist her charms.
He knows he has made his mistakes.
Why did he walk through Fantasies door?
She writes each move that he makes.
He bows before her head on the floor.
"forgive me for invading your dreams"
Why did he walk through fantasies door?
All the power is not hers it seems.
Warrior princess the weaver of words.
"forgive me for invading your dreams"
He commands the heavens she is the bird!
Eileen wrote a poem about a man invading her dreams
I wrote this one for her, the stranger flips the tables.
I hope you enjoy Eileen!
On your Birthday Eileen I thought I would repost the poem I wrote for you.
Fear & desire
two faces of attachment
to mind body
cause of discontentment
Doer seeking
consciousness expansion
in ego craving
in domain of maya illusion
Seeking eternal
in the external ephemeral
an ego delusion
drawing in destiny inimical
Clear recognition
that we are not body entity
makes us reflect
feeling in silence tranquility
Entering stillness
silencing the flow of thought
imbibing the elixir
bliss by divine grace brought
Body instrument
aligns with our true presence
magnetised form
blissfully joyful in permanence
Devoid of identity
egoic fears & desires vaporise
as a mist of bliss
delight in each divine surprise
18-September-2020