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You are your actions, your thoughts, your ideas, your beliefs, your understandings, and your misunderstandings.
It is okay to own yourself, it is even more okay to be open to changes and new ideas, and new beliefs as things happen to you. The you whom you know today is probably not the same you of ten years ago.
We all have core beliefs of our own making, gleaned through our own life experiences, our own upbringings, our own journey, our own hurts, and glories and loves and feelings.
God does not give us equal lives. He gives us our own life so we can learn the lessons we were sent by heaven to learn. We help the world when we share and live our own perspectives, our own expertise, and our own truths.
Live wisely my friends. There is only one you, and the angels were asked to create you and send you to Earth for a reason.
I went to bed one night and had a dream that I was given a magic wand and
could rule the world. I had the ultimate power to change all things happening
so, I pondered how I felt about that . . . here is my vision
a Covid-19 vaccine would be found and be available to every single person
there would be no wars as leaders could talk and come to understandings
no country would be ruled by a dictator or evil minded person
no person in the world would ever again suffer starvation
there would be no homeless people anywhere
no global warming and no ice melting in the Arctic
no wild storms, tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding, wild fires
no pollution in the air, forests, or waters of the world
we would have a cure for cancer and other deadly conditions
free medications for all, also dental, and eye exams and glasses
all medical surgery and recovery would be covered
it would be against the law to kill any animal wild or domestic
there would be no death penalty anywhere in the world for any crime
life in prison would mean exactly that (till death)
education would be free
there would be no racial prejudice
no police brutality
no death by drug overdose
well, it is only a dream . . .
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August 15, 2020
Poetry/List/I Had a Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1279-026-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, If I Ruled The World
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Third Place
7/27/2025
Daddy, I wish you’d return from your heavenly home.
And, I’d be your little girl, in brown braids, once again!
I thought by now, I knew it all, but such is not the case!
It seems with the world, I am trying to keep a fast pace.
You did teach me to love God first, and for His love, I never do thist.
Nor to chase empty prizes from my fellow man!
For all wins come from His softest hands.
Never from cold, intellectual, mental , sands
Thank you, God, for all genuine, poetic, loving friends
Keep us, kind, true, with honesty , that forgives, that mends.
To help us create a world of humane understandings,
Not a cruel world, dismissve of theolological bindings!
so much is held within silence, that has yet to be appreciated
while everything that is nothingess, yearns to be satiated
and elated with understandings that are demanding
too much
I've been searching this whole time for what was already there
as the the crimson and hazel eyed me down with a stare
to remind me just how kindly that life remains unfair
unfair in words that could never be expressed
forever leaving my heart with not but a guess,
a request that keeps me utterly hanging, still
un-changing between two crooked dimensions
simply, only longing for the attention
spent my words trying hard to be cheap
while sanity seemed to take the back seat
I could only try to keep calm for so long before
I tasted the meaning of this beautiful song
sing to me the meaning of what it means to smile
perhaps just to lay in the sun for a while,
in comfortable silence that's just understood,
i get it, you get it- its all good
but maybe im just dreaming and it wasn't okay
for the clouds seemed to cover the sun on that day
should've just stayed and spared my last change, then maybe
my words would be slightly arranged.
but this deranged state of mind can find reason for being,
it's just another feeling that to experience is fleeting.
in the end I remembered I had a voice,
with the realization that happiness is always a choice.
Defined as dull or lacking luster
it became the word they used to
speak of O'aho.
who's real name was Cephalopod
but none would speak of the person
with that name.
Instead for days, they would look
at him and not speak, than one day
when his food looked and smelled
best, those who ignored him
started speaking to him.
They defined their acts as Selachim-Orpha,
the act of not ignoring.
than when he found love he gain a
comprehensive understanding
of their ways, from those who knew
what should be said to get those things needed.
the woman of his choosing said he was
"ALucktwit, which is defined as a person who
should be appreciative of being loved.
this was in opposition of being a
Nuna-lufa which is defined as an unloved person.
The gaining of these understandings were
then tested with the "Omsale-Hcnarb" which
made Alucktwit into a husband.
I know that people find me strange
I don't alway think the same
I look on life so different
Than others some time do
I look at what's around me ,
In a deep way ,
A flower is not just a flower
If you really look inside
It's creation is such wonder
And full of life and colour,
But when you look deep inside
You can see what makes its wonder
The petals of different colours ,
the stamens for the bees
You see it's not just a flower ,
As it feed the bees
So every thing that has life
We need to survive
Even if it's not perfect
It's important for life
It's made up of tiny things
That only God could do
And it's the same in life
With people to ,
To get to know some body
You have to look deep inside,
As just like the flower
There is beauty you can find,
You have to reach deep in there heart
To really get to know
And understand how it is
For people you don't even know
For some times there goes
The grace of god ,
Looking from the other side ,
And we feel lucky
We haven't got there life,
So when you meet some body
For the first time
No matter what , if there not ,
Perfect as you may like ,
Deep inside there is a heart
That is like the beautiful flower ,
That try so hard to blossom
Even if not perfect
It's nice to find the room
To place with in your heart
And you will then find
That person is in fill bloom
It goes to say that in life
Animals to have a heart
And they to will give you love
Even when your apart
For they to feel like we do
And think deep inside
They understand our feeling
And are always by our side
So next time you look
into your dogs eyes
Your see deep understandings
They understand you and your life
Susan gage ??
I wrote poems to your "heart"
under the long red "thread" of sunset
that laid upon the horizon's "beautiful" skyline of twilight
as the clear songs from "birds" echoed in the distance
before the coming "dark" of night
The breadth between our eyes was "fathomless"
when my love yearned for you in the "silence" of time
aware of every quiver from your lips
that welcomed each undulating "breathless" kiss
that filled the heart of passion
beneath your soft black "hair"
as it hung down though captured by my palms
where I looked into your deep "green" eyes
and lived on the outskirts of paradise
Love was the wondrous velvet road we journeyed on
to find the furthest reaches of our souls
and touch the deepest intimacy of our passionate understandings
it's there I laid my poems upon your naked heart
as an offering to our love
2/21/20
contest Writing Prompt-ten words poetry contest
sponsored by Dear Heart
Me to you, reversely, you to me —
a reflection of the mind, heart and soul
as mirrored on the glassy expressions of our identities
that we both try to find and conceal.
With each word streamed out of consciousness
and into the ocean of our thoughts,
a revelation of natural connection took form.
Even in the moments of stillness
there is an understanding unparalleled.
The meeting of minds in the silence
which speaks volumes rippled from two masses bound.
Together, we’re held by the gravity and depth
of the inner understandings. And yet,
moved by the current where true connection lies.
We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks
Love’s Path
Love's Path
Rules bind us from infancy
If instincts are true we thrive, each new lesson works
for success, we forget practices that thwart happiness.
Passages and reaching for that metaphoric sky
Romance, a chrysalis that cradles heightened mystery- our endurance of drudge before we fly
We are living in the middle, you and I
There is much we live, reliant upon chance happenings- what if we had never met? Our paths, never intersected or,
if they did, we missed our chance to connect.
The perfect moment when the sky was right to usher in romance,
the laws of attraction that shaped the joy of love in magic renderings, in heightened awareness of simple things.
Brighter colors, heavenly perfumes
the harmony and peace of mutual understandings.
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings
Time came for making promises --getting used to things,
expected or not—learning the art of forgiving
Consenting to cherish common objectives—
was it our love succeeded because
we overlooked each others’ flaws, or unmet expectations
Two souls astounded to be of the same accord
or was a momentary whim the cause?
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause
Too quickly the paragraphs of time we reád
Hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years
weathered all the seasons with forgiving hearts
Nothing could measure the small eternity we made ourselves-
we endured life with every sinew- refused to imagine
a life devoid of one another
Now matter how circumstance may try spin you
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue
In the twilight of thought, where shadows of reason linger,
I find myself floating in an ocean of consciousness,
A man, a whisper against the turbulent waves of culture,
Each wave a metaphor, each ripple a memory of forgotten understandings.
Culture, they say, is a tapestry woven from the threads of individuals,
Each unique response to nature, a stitch in the grand design,
Yet, here we stand, eight billion souls, each desperate for a spotlight,
A grotesque dance of egos, hungry for the nectar of recognition,
Endlessly fighting to be seen, to be heard, in some extraordinary way,
Separate from the collective, yet somehow deeper.
But isn't culture the echo of individual voices harmonized by time?
A symphony born from the whispers of countless souls,
Each note a response to the world, a reflection of place and spirit,
And yet, now, the melody is fractured, a cacophony of dissonance,
As we abandon the chorus for the solo, the community for the individual.
In this melancholic reverie, I see the grotesque unfolding,
A society sickened by its own desire for distinction,
Where the celebration of culture is overshadowed by the pursuit of uniqueness,
Where the importance of the collective is denigrated to the point of despair.
Oh, how we need to find our way back to the dance of unity,
To celebrate the culture that shapes us, the heritage that defines us,
For in the embrace of the collective, we find our true self,
Not in the futile quest to be different, but in the harmonious blend of many.
There is no health in being well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society,
A society that has forgotten the beauty of its own tapestry,
Lost in the obsession with the individual thread,
And yet, in this flow of consciousness, I see a path,
A way to weave ourselves back into the fabric of humanity,
To stray from the norm, to challenge the grotesque,
And thus, to find a leap towards a brighter, more united future.
In this twilight of thought, let us find the dawn,
Where the shadows of reason yield to the light of unity,
And the ocean of consciousness becomes a river of collective spirit,
Flowing towards a horizon of hope, where culture and individual
Are not in conflict, but beautifully intertwined,
A testament to the magic of our shared existence.