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Life is a playfield of energies;
Some positives, some negatives,
which create innumerable synergies.
Life is quite a drama;
on some days leaves you playful & gay,
sometimes showers a melancholy way.
Life can be tricky, sometimes intense,
ruminate decisions, making sense?
The path is long, one needn’t traverse alone,
Reach out, a helping hand in horizon awaits.
A willing mind, beating heart & of course my smile,
A nudge from di,
& I was ready to tee.
Apprehensions galore, self-doubt to the core,
me an Enigma, stepped in to explore!
Nine days so I was told,
Why 9, I now implore … why 9 I now implore…
Clarity, solace what I seeked,
Transformational energies so I desired,
Peach, calm what I wanted,
Change, positivity I envisaged.
Synthesis, a process experienced,
thy not a chapter, a way of life sure.
Synchronicity an event experienced,
aligning self with universe desired?
Deities, divinity were words scant,
meaning, barriers broken & mend.
Invocation a realization…
Ganesha gave a tingle,
Vishnu ji a pain
Kali ma left me alone
Garuda & Rudra made gains.
Man is a slave of habits,
Let the soul empowering remain.
Spread words, spread blessings,
let the Magic continue,
& so I believe…
though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
sex reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
sexual person might coon sitter *****
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if he/she
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from sexual misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway he/she could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
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with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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fruitful is each breath, unpremeditational
dolphins jumping calm sea diagonal
as bumble bee pauses on swaying daisy
industry’s pollen for human folk’s honey
we all are lucky, don’t you see ?
sun rising each morn or hiding in winter
eclipsed by nebula, floating arbitrary blinkers
circling purest love within core soaring
unexpected finches settle, chirping linger
fertile soil unsolicited beneath our feet fortuitous is Gaia, gravity’s a blue-green feat
coffee’s black, sweet an incidental treat
incremental is our luck, not accidental
dribbling raindrops on window pane inadvertent
allow scribbles of verses in puddle concerted wings of wind float seeds, land lacy across loam
nothings by chance, sometimes we roam
naught’s coincidental, every positive serendipity underscores a negative
balance of forces appears chance, though every cookie’s appearance is
ALL’s intention dance
fortuitously I uncovered ageless trace of own
sixty-fourth gene codon, gleaning my life’s purpose previously unseen —- to be
transformational-inspirational poetry was genome’s message unhesitational ~
seemed random, opportune gift graces
unveiling heavenly aces
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Sponsor: Rob Carmack
April 26
Words forming stories on my mind-canvas…
The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power;
a force to be celebrated and dreaded.
The images of the artist;
words paint profound stories within paintings.
Communication illustrated to teach;
from these seeds we all grow.
Words sketched with pen and brush can move mountains, change a life or heal; the Cadillac of tools for those who see and
know how to utilize them in any situation.
They are universally, multilingual.
Words initiate communication,
interaction is vital to the survival of all species.
Symbols, images, a glance or gesture are
all forms of word-art; cosmic graffiti.
Words bond and obliterate,
evoke emotion and soothe the soul.
Words are invaluable allies and formidable enemies;
both the life-of-the-party and a safe place to hide.
Memoirs, adventures, challenges,
hopes and dreams are all shared by words.
Stories and tales experienced by
writer and reader alike.
The ultimate superheroes
enabling their creators with the power to
change the world or an entire universe.
These inter-dimensional characters
tumble from pen and brush to the page.
When read out loud or spoken they serve as
transformational powers.
This transformative cosmic dust,
a sacred gift used by rich and poor, alike.
Uniform cuneiforms, precious petro glyphs and
hybrid hieroglyphs paint eons of growth and wisdom.
The human condition at-a-glance,
making a vibrantly painted record of life.
5-4-2021
FINAL 2021 N-A Choice 3 Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
FAMILY. LOVE. EQUILIBRIUM
A pivotal point In this transformational journey
Life is all about family and love.
Art of seeing both sides ~ An invitation of dance
“The Way of the Tao” is neither:
pleasure or pain
disconsonant or resolution
positive or negative
praise or blame
forgive or condemn
evolution or extinction
win or lose
benefit or obstacle
infatuation or resentment
kindness or cruelty
Life is all about family and love - equanimity
Every external event mirrors an internal aspect of oneself Neutralize polarities of elevate or diminish oneself
There are no mistakes
I am honored to experience:
‘lack of attention’
‘Sacrifice of the lamp’
‘Abandoned child’
These events serve to teach me to grow in love
See the seer, the process of seeing, and the seen are all identical
Life is all about family and love.
No one is exempt from the twists and turns of fate
‘Silent voice in a small Pacific island’
‘A blissful life in The Land of the Free at age of 14’
‘Complete Independence in The Land of Opportunity since 1992’
Perception shapes reality
Embracing dualities
Life is all about family and love – equilibrium.
All that waits within me
unfulfilled
Awaits within you
Together
appreciating what we could become
like advent
awaiting a great transformational revolution
restoring peace through inside
outside co-arising justice
But also like lent
preparing for Bad Friday,
a revolution of deadly terror
destroying ego's last fragments
of unchanging stasis inside
outside co-arising climates
individuating identity
In all that longs lonely within you
unfulfilled
Awaits within me
on back to original regenerators
waiting
changing
waiting
breathing in
changing directions
breathing out
waiting
breathing in belonging
waiting
once again together
When all Earth's voices wait within us
unfulfilled
I feel wrong to break my silence
When beauty invites solidarity,
commands more than limp tolerance
of nature's diversity,
regenerates celebration of integrity
felt
breathed
beat
surfed
sung
beatified.
2025, you were a year uncertain
Felt a pull of a curtain to cover up
The world was faced with reality
Months upon months questionable
Tomorrow seemed like an abrupt yesterday
Harder and harder to survive
Noble mind rhetoric thought
2026 hope for newness and uplifting
A desire in must try
Determined hope
Will cope
No matter what year, there is always hope
Horizon peace
Togetherness at least
Respectful world
Love swirl
Hatred thrown out
Maneuvering inspiration about
Daily praying in keeping Faith strong
Real change
Transformational survival
Better year
Preserver
Need and desire
Crime a turnaround
Let 2026 bring solvency our way
Embrace minds, heart and souls in ok
Happy Prosperous New Year 2026 I say
Make it the best in every way
Don’t drink and drive
Arrive in the New Year alive.
I was beyond bereft!
With very little money, sure, we had a small place.
But no cash nor tree nor presents nor food were to
be.
I cried a lot, so did my daughter.
I prayed very hard for some kind of answer.
Then I recalled "Operation Blessing"!
They wanted a complete list of what I needed.
It was long indeed, including a tree, a turkey, food
for an empty pantry,and toys for my daughter.
They told me to trust God and stop my crying.
It was a relief for me to know I was trying.
There was no plethora of jobs, then, as there are now.
Nor were lowest income earners having an 8% increase
hidden by the media mogul cows
And we were in a recession, then.
"Operation Blessing" came to our humble place.
I had been truly blessed by God's holy grace.
First they brought in a six foot,live, fully decorated tree!
In my daughter's eyes, I saw such happiness and glee!
The turkey was a Tom, hence more than generous.
All the trimmings, too. Plus other foods to fill my barren
kitchen cabinets.
Toys came next, plentiful,all beautifully wrapped.
My hopelessness disappeared knowing the world is so
generous and way far from crass.
Many organizations are doing good this season,
After all there is a reason!
People are cooking for the homeless all day across this
wonderful nation. Shelters are open.
Groups are cleaning up tent cities!!
Oh, no! Forbidden for you to know.
The painting of rich crushing the poor,
Is the center of the political boors.
Do what we can in money or in person!
Christmas is about His love, His birth.
Share your time and care and love with those who may
have less.
I learned that Christmas, to be humble and stop complaining!
To do for others, to tithe, to contribute.
To be grateful for what little I had.
And to ask when I needed help.
There are seniors living in nursing homes, go visit them,
their relatives won't!
How about badly wounded veterans, who lost limbs for you?
Can you spare them an hour or two?
Make this Christmas not about you.
It's a transformational experience,
I promise you!
December 10, 2019
Rapturousness wrought Unitarian
transformational spiritual rapport
traversing thru space/time
continuum appending increasing
chronological orbitz as an Earthling,
frivolously did cavort,
who (with ever more energy)
required exhaustively to sport
fretfully clinging to each moment
after downing a quart of port
poured by Norwegian bachelor
farmers of Lake Woebegone amort
admirable administrators in
conjunction with last rites opport,
who knit tee necessitates
intercession of a Holy Vintner import
tint so ill fated mortal, (who met
their demise) gets special escort
delivered with utmost diligence as
if destined to Mar-Lago resort
accompanied with trumpeting
"NON FAKE" grim reaper cohort,
the grateful dead black hooded
bone a fied scythe swinging bro
cracking gallows humor comport
to perk spirits of deceased, a
generic, nondescript, uber fort
tuff hide will never need a passport
after coursing into the afterlife
way beyond the outer limits of fort
hit who'd, yup even light years from
twilight zone, this dimension in short
to require an eternity to reach,
hence body stiffened by rigor mortis
securely strapped into davenport
essentially a coffin tricked out by Norte
American latest technological gizmos,
an eclectic assortment recycled, reimagined,
repurposed, paraphernalia to Voldemort,
thus one cold body helping contribute to MAGA!
Assuming in a nutshell this house of ours here
in Africa
like so many things are falling apart
and then like this kind of love is the lover of itself
like African people did not care how they are differing
in the deen.
O Africa when will you stop being like anthropological
museum or station or like a political battle field or like a
strange place to strike - and - divide-and - rule out
something of our deen.
For see how you dovetail today
for see how it seems you may be tomorrow
for see how the world is suffering at your hands, or did
you not notice that?.
O Africa what made your lands so apt and careless to
accept an abomination as hash world difference for
instance yet you knew no need, yet you leave your rights
and duties and obligations hampering and sinking
elsewhere if not in the first place transformational
and sort promotional there.
O Africa were you not recently due to doomed to slavery
and by the grace were delivered.
Let assume that the claim is pinned to democracy, but
yours is even worse right than the well advanced
democracies and nations.
O Africa Is advise you to forget about dividing the deen
(since by naming you are differing most) and be
foremost bearer of it's flag for better and for worse.