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Premium Member THE GIFT OF AN OPEN MIND

I believe we’ve all been blessed to be created with an open mind
I imagine with this gift our creators were particularly elated…
as it allows us to be open to the variety of wonders…of all the love and beauty they created.

I imagine it never entered into our creators thinking…
that they never would have supposed….
how the open mind they blessed us with…could so easily be closed.

When our mind is open it can see the beauty of a sunrise paint her colors across the sky…
It can see our children’s smiles…and the love reflected in their eyes. 

But when that same mind closes…when it closes from within
hate and prejudice begin to form…based on the colors of our skins.

When our mind is open we can see the vibrant hues of a rainbow…tell a sunflower from a rose
see the changing leaves in Autumn…and blankets of winter snows.

But when that same mind closes to love and acceptance…
when we shut forever our mind’s door
The beauty our creators created becomes clouded by hate…
and devastated by war.

When our mind is open we see the glimmer from the surface of the oceans to the twinkling stars above…
we see how all people, not just friends and family are all created out of love…

But when that same mind closes…when we’ve secured and locked the gate
we see those same people, friends and family so easily destroyed by hate

I’m sure the creators in their heart of hearts never would have proposed it… 
If they thought the people who they gave an open mind to
would ever think to close it.

Or perhaps they knew that was a possibility…perhaps they understood it’s scope
and left us with a way to fix this…a least a modicum of hope

For our creators knew any mind that closes..
no matter how or where or when….
also has a chance 
of being opened up again.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member plagerism

Due to the extreme measures my 
identity thieves have taken in order 
to extort my American poetry from 

mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican 
female impersonating me with data breach 
and severe identity fraud i adore writing 

poetry everyday but i must stop for now 
allowing these thieves some twisted sick 
respite away from tormenting me being 

on this sight allows them to be able to mimic 
terrorize me with terrorist threats it's very cruel
 but some people would do anything to harm 

innocent person god bless all of you here 
on poetry soup keep writing I shall my prayers 
are with my step son who took his life thanksgiving 

the shock of my mental health being exploited for gain
by identity thieves mafia corruption for gain leading to
101 reason taking his own life poetry in the wrong hands 

we sigh for the giving and pray for the souls of the silent 
beings for their pain shall always shatter thee earth the
infamous core tangible structure of the mind shall be 

replaced with insanity for a brief notion gathered for sheer
peace hence release I am completely traumatized my abusive 
ex his accomplice the arson murderer Ciro Gargano identity thief 

Jay Townsend Johnson Henry my complete stalkers trickled 
down ongoing abuse from my bitter arsonist ex husband 
sacrificed his son in order to assist these imposters to

extorting my American poetry to  allow this imposter 
impersonate me for gain literally giving my step son 
no other options taking his own life while family gathered
 
giving thanks a falseness knowing they were planted 
outside my door awaiting my disabled spouse and I to go 
to VA appointments so they could enter our home searching 

for poetry data to summit finally exploiting my mental illness 
my husband's 101 airborne releasing suicidal thoughts in a family
My step son set a plan and ended his life due to plagiarism.

It had been twenty years since I contacted the FBI when 
my identity thief arrived with her Jamaican gunman to end 
my life over my American poetry he died at my feet complete 

karma taking my step son 20 years later this operation forced 
him into suicide ending his own life shattered into after realizing 
the severe domestic abuse identity fraud plagerism arson murderer

Premium Member FAIRY TALE LIVES

For me…when times are rough…I think back to Fairy Tales….
How evil wins its share of battles…but in the end…how good prevails.

Whenever I fight evil…sometimes I lose…sometimes I win…
and oftentimes I’m in need of mending….
but I truly believe for every Once Upon a Time 
there should be a happy ending.

I also know life in not always a Fairy Tale…
filled with joy and love…and laughter…
I know there is pain and suffering and heartache in our world
and that everyone does not life Happily Ever After.

But…having been influenced by Fairy Tales all my life…
my mission is a simple one:
To enter into the fairy tale of everyone I meet…
so when their story’s done…

I may not have been able to come to their rescue 
riding a white horse…like a knight…
but their lives will end a little happier…
because of the pages I helped write.
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JUNKS

Junks acting superior
When dem and em niggas 
Be doing their things; we  
don't envy, jealous, attack 
Don't take without 
You were not  given
Was our awareness 
Not taking forcefully our education. 


But when it's ours 
Dem start creating
The movie we the villains
They the right and nice ones
Em niggas wanna boss up 
over us, so em can control 
And take over our resources. 


But Thank God we so bless that 
we only observed instead 
of reacting or fighting, a disruption 
We just pray for insight 
So we can act right from love 
Moving on rather than revenge
When the time is right and Ours. 


Father God bless thy conscious
Peacemakers, meek and those
That  are pessimist to evil
By not allowing  evil, lie and deceit
Prevail over good, wisdom and truth. 


We not nice, we kind and authentic
We don't do it for attention
We do it for thy father's 
Business thy kingdom
In thy soul the DNA 
Heaven on earth
Let all junks
falls off  
Itself.


At the right timing, Love 
Thy will be done as it is
For it's 
Time 
Almighty
Creativity
On earth
Let all 
The junks 
Falls off
Itself.


The Bible said
Whatever branch
That does not 
Produce good
FRUIT
Shall be cut off
Now judge us
With the work 
Of our hands
Our deeds
Let all
The Junks 
Fall off
Itself.


Knowledge for evil
A weapon in disguise 
Destruction manipulation
Overpowering other's mind
For selfish pleasure
Instant gratification and bossiness
They've always put above
Thriving in integrity
Let all
The junks 
Falls off
Itself.


As written in the bible 
It's not by might 
Nor by power
By thy spirit
Let all
The Junks 
Falls of by 
Itself.

Premium Member Autumn Fuse

*Image of Second Autumn by Medium. 

Autumn Fuse

Twas an Autumn pink,
when my heart did sink,
she had alleged, loving has edged,
Twas an Autumn blue,
when I'd heard tis true,
let us not stall, it's on the wall,
Twas an Autumn red,
when you'd always said,
it's not exact, it won't yield back,
Twas an Autumn gray
when I heard you say,
that we are through, I'm done with you,
Twas an Autumn black
an old friend named Jack,
intro'd my girl, who was my world,
Now that winter has come around,
a lamb was lost; a man was found.

2022 August 26


EVERYDAY FOR THE THIEF, A DAY FOR THE GARDNER

If you think you  can fight Christ 
Now walk and work on your own light 
Or dark without any support, religion 
Without hurting any or otherwise. 


Know your mind not the matter 
weigh your heart not the weight
Tend your own garden thriving
With integrity not with alliance
For manipulation but elevation.


When you wanna make a prey 
Make sure you're looking up
Not down that's the weak and quickie's
You know what happens when
A goat is trying to prey 
A lion just BC of love, impossible
Fight what you can overcome
Be fearless don't mean
You should burn yourself ablaze.


We ain't going backwards but
Forward  onward and farther
Upward not downward deceased
Stagnant without direction
retribution journey not threat
But caution for actions and deeds.

Christianity promoting light
Christ light pure consciousness
Truth, for a man to attain
One need to Walk in faith
Walking and working
In your light and path
For God in growth for change.


Can one grow and establish business 
A day on your own without connection
Can you be  successful today without
Taking action even amidst uncertainty?? 

Religious war a distraction for exploiting
Krist lies dark lume ruin lust  miscreant
Matters over mind true source, original creator
Just self reliance and deceit without resources
Claiming  creature without creator but nature 
Blaspheming love, faith and oneness not source
Blur vision  attained imagination disruption delusion 
mind reliance prophets of the dark, shadowing
Manipulating Breaking the good and kind hearten.


Criminology, wars threat and partiality corporate
Sentimentalism over purpose driven optimist
Discrimination over discernment, maneuver
Being desperate for power over another
Supremacy over authenticity  rulers of dark world
There is nothing done in the dark without light
The Gardner is watching armed for harvest.

Premium Member Flickering Flame

"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "

                                 Quote by Constance La France

Oil just few drops left; wick irrecoverably worn out;
Wet match box; just a single stick; I strike, yet, with no doubt;
Midst terrible tempests, torrential rains and thatch-roof-leak,
Clings to a nook of that cracked chimney, survival seen bleak;
I shield the flame; count the hour; will day, yet, before time dawn?
Who will steal? What? With these thoughts I serenely sleep, fears gone...!


17 November 2022
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Negligence Regarding Love

"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
                                 Quote by_Constance La France


                      Of superficial relevance whatever he had hidden
                 Hence negligence regarding love ought to be forbidden.

                     For wasting precious time has ruffled rich regret
                    Thus when I ponder he again, I’d rather just forget.

                   Though memories of we strikes without forewarning...
                      And it hurts to live a life frequently in mourning.



22/11/2022
Writing Challenge-  “V” Forms
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Writing

Premium Member Forgetting

"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger."

                            Quote by _Constance La France



He says I don't remember what he says, nor do I listen to him
Well, of his sharing our past I am filled to the brim

All those words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs flow 
Daily he talks and talks doesn't even a little slow

I lived the same life as him, genuinely some things I desire to forget
Because undoubtedly for neither of us are they an asset    

First Vaasokht
Written: 11/14/2022
Theme: Introspection
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Writing Challenge "V" Forms
6-line rhyming poem about the faults of a lover

(We are getting older, living in the past, repeating ourselves, etc. We love each other no matter what)

Premium Member CAROL, MAYA, EMILY AND JANE

Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.

She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color of their skin.

She spoke of how humans think we are separate from the animals…
of how when it comes to this planet…we think we are the heart of it….
but how….when it comes to the animal kingdom…we are only a small part of it.

And she wondered when it comes to our planet…
instead of admiring, loving, appreciating and enjoying it…
how the most intellectual creatures on the Earth…are the ones who are destroying it.

But at the same time she was telling us of her ups and downs…
holding her life under a microscope….
the words she used…even after 90 years…wove a tapestry of hope.

Yes, the more she talked…the more her tapestry of words unfurled…
for the people and other animals on this planet…she has a hope for a better world.

As she outlined reasons for her hope…one rested on all the young people
ready to pick up the mantle…to help fulfill her dream and alleviate her fears…
Which, I imagine, meant all of us…because everyone in the audience…
was younger than her 90 years.

We left her talk inspired…because as her tapestry of hope unfurled…
We know together we can…together we will…and together…we must change the world.

As I listened to this courageous and amazing woman…so wise compassionate and kind…
other women whom I admire popped into my mind.

For I believe if we want to live together in a more compassionate and peaceful way…
perhaps it’s time we listen to what the women have to say!

If we hope to live together in a world where no creature loses…and ever creature gains….
It’s time we listen to the likes of Maya, Emily and Carol…
(and you’ve already heard from Jane.)
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