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dubious churning benevolent altruism
this anonymous beastie boy boilerplate endeavors:
(instagramming literary maven) questing user yawps
critically griping knowing personal tidbits xeroxed blithely,
freely jeopardized nuggets (revealed vital), zealously doled
heftily linkedin private treasure trove, (Xfiles breached
flagrant junction mandating righteous validating zero
divulgence heaves lamentable ploy, tellingly xing bald
felonious figurative joyriding, nonchalantly revealing
valuable (Ziegfeld bomb crackling) debacle, heralding
litigious proven, X-rated, basic foolhardy (Laurel) jack
knifed, networked, rapaciously villainous, zealously dubious,
horrendously lowball practices, thru (Cambridge Analytica)
xy zealots, asininely execrable, intolerantly malignant,
quintessentially ugly, yawningly dastardly, horrendously
lamentable, pathetically treasonous, xtra blameworthy,
fiendishly jawboning, mindlessly paradigm quaking,
unethical yahoo careless gross injustice jangling kow
towing, pleasing the Xmen, banefully Facebook friggin
jerky maliciously narcissistically opprobrious predacious
quisling underhandedly yo-yoing cello glomming kik off
preachiness spar!
He has anointed
All his creation
He has anointed his nature
All created look up and see the sky blue
Ever true
God's heavenly vintage view
Radiant the substance the circumstance broad
Is his environment
He has spoken mouth created wide open
Spills the rain fill the lane the land
Falling falls views
Look up see the sky blue
He has anointed his nature all creation
Validating recreating let His love purpose flow
Through come upon me
Survival of the drought becomes upon me
I am hungry for the world starving for God's words
Feed me Lord holy Spirit
I deserve to be heard
This found in me
He has anointed His creation all His nature
On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.
Her dimples smiled upon her visage of royal poise
Enticing him to probe her cheerful, enamored eyes
Mesmerizing as yet un-blossomed amatory dreams
As they raved of college, friends, late nights carefree
Exploring coyly maiden impulses of mature themes
Inflaming seductively, untrodden clues of fantasies.
Alas! those memories now~ dulcet still, but empty.
Never he saw her again on her side of the prairies
Strolling nonchalantly, engrossed in birds chirping,
No one standing there now to steal his glances slyly
Hiding behind notions of secrecy, at first meekly,
Though later, quite daringly, wantonly, frequently;
Elevating him unlike anyone else, before, or since.
Her last letter to him was cryptic, yet informative:
A rustic farm house, cow moos amid clucking sounds,
Boy and a girl, flower beds, and a dog named Duffy~
A simple life on landscapes lauding ancestral heritage.
He remembers well~ saying it, genuinely meaning it,
As movingly she indulged in life that could have been,
Awkwardly dropping hints, soon she’ll be married.
Yet, here she is now intimating, she too so loved him~
Validating his belief—though offering a mere fig leaf--
A vain gesture to convince him she honored his dream
Memorializing secret pact, living life in his blueprint:
Boy and a girl, rustic farm house, a dog named Duffy.
April 12, 2022
Poem of the day on April 14, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Fig Leaf
I loved Chuckie Egg because it reminded me of life,
With its principles which seem many when in strife,
But which are few, like seven or eight, alive and well,
Robust, vital and sensuous, and which you can sell.
Chuckie only had eight unique levels, were repeated,
They were repeated five times, with one culminated,
So there were forty-one levels, all very deftly arrayed,
For you to interact with, all of your dexterity displayed.
Life never demands too much, with the right people,
And level one let you eat all the hen feed and be feeble;
It let you skip needlessly like a child playing hop-scotch,
Allowing you to make mistakes and almost to botch.
You were supposed to feel like Hen House Harry, useful,
But sometimes I thought the caged bird related, frightful,
There were ducks who stole your corn and could kill,
Such that being caged was no fun, not needed, no thrill.
I was not having fun in a Christian family religious,
And felt like a caged bird squawking, a child rebellious;
When my parents thought I was having fun at services,
I just needed released from prison, such discrepancies.
I quickly rose to level nine, a repeat of the first level,
But the bird was loose and sometimes I him did bevel,
But i was never nasty to him but enticed him sometimes,
Using the elevators, purple ladders and jumps at times.
The golden egg reminded me of evolution, that it took,
And that every life was from a golden egg, not crook,
And I worked out that “What came first, chicken or egg?”
Was a creationist question and not an evolutionist peg.
The black background just reminded me of outer space,
Motional itself, so validating the motion of our grace;
It’s not what your background is that matters or sticks,
But what you do with it and impose on it, that’s the tricks.
I hold your hand in our walk, it is soft
Like rose pedals, with comforting beauty
Treasured words of love from your lips
--- Meaningful, bound by trust ---
You always respected my inner strength
You always honored me in what we share
I returned it all to you in sweet unison
--- We ride the same waves ---
--- We walk the same paths ---
All the while, accepting any differences
You will forever be the harmony in my heart
As long as my heart is beating, you are here
Validating everything that I know I can be
I will hold your hand through everything
--- As gently as I can ---
Some sights are only captured once in a moment
My moment was captured by your authentic love
--- Reaching out to me ---
A dynamic team, with all we truly believe in
As we reached out to others as best we can
All the moments, years of time bound by love
--- Mapped out like the palms of our hands ---
Heidi Sands
7/22/17
Here it comes. The avalanche of hate.
You are directing at me because I see you.
I see past the screaming, the hitting, the hurting.
Inside is the little boy who got thrown away.
Thrown to the wolves by his self-absorbed, selfish parents.
You wear your violence as a shroud, a coat of armor to dissuade me.
By pushing me away, you can validate that you are despicable,
validating what your parents showed you about yourself.
If they thought you were worthless, then how dare I think otherwise?
The more I try to love you, the harder you push
Thinking you are not worthy of love.
Your go-to place is hate, violence, anger, rage.
You have managed to fool most of the others.
I know you though; I have seen past this terribleness.
This facade you use to protect yourself from ever feeling this kind of hurt again.
You can rant and rage, you can pretend you hate me.
You can throw attitude toward me every ways to Sunday.
Still I come, even as you goosestep and act Hitler-like
Because you are worth it.
So stop being mean and hateful.
I am not buying it anyway.
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
???????
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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matthew scott
highland manor apartments
schwenksville, pennsylvania
19473
USA
Despite the pulsing pirouette of urban thresholds,
coruscating catalyst amid detachment,
of golden spoke carousel magnetism,
circle-shape swivel platform roundabout,
that spreads incipient wish fulfilment caper,
as townscape dweller devotee who revels,
in gargantuan silver tinged mineral rush,
of prodigious scoop simolean ascent,
whilst duty bound vociferation from the margins,
will enlist majestic magnanimity befitting,
one of fundamental fortunate flair such as I,
yet one’s habitat has been subject to gauche portrayal,
shelter from Olympic speed amorphous target setting,
where serenity in its multi form expression predominates,
as insidiously potent though urban zeitgeist is,
the off peak bonhomie provided by one’s abode,
must underpin a validating resonant counterfoil,
that lustrous seam jewel-embedded notion,
commonly referenced as unswerving loyal cabal,
though hybrid nuanced fusion on request,
is such an option for assiduous assimilation,
there is no hint or faint suggestion in the slightest,
that one should jettison endearing aspects of street esprit,
and the cataclysmic upsweep inherent in its brief,
the adrenalin so integral for buoyant enterprise,
deep equanimity and raucous daring should coexist,
and not a juxtaposed anathema that clashes,
they converge on several sprouting plots,
contrary to glib assumption blindly trending,
to be unflappable should not imply a bland persona,
effervescent office tumult wayfarer,
still quite the icon in yoga leaning domed quarter,
diffusing stored exuberance in feldspar chip backyard,
where gorgeous inlaid stream’s sunlit gurgle,
is that interfaced amalgam as companions,
from a myriad of disciplines beehive swarm,
to absorb one another’s acrobatic zest,
and synthesise its hub with meditation’s equilibrium,
mantra magic mediating mirthful mayhem,
yet inveigling a crimson ribbon of tranquilness,
to mingle with a whirlpool suction entropy,
in an atmospheric crucible of nonchalant ferment
March 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ruth 1-4
Key Verse – Ruth 1:8 And Naomi said unto her two daughters in law, Go, return each to her mother's house: the LORD deal kindly with you, as ye have dealt with the dead, and with me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DEALS KINDLY WITH US
Praise be to God for dealing kindly with us while:
Giving us bread and food
Granting us Bible-based faith
Governing us with blessed freedom
Gearing us toward building-up fervency
Girding us against barrenness by His faithful fueling
Ruth 2:12 Praise be to the Lord Who recompenses
our work with His full reward as we:
Diligently glean and reap midst servanthood
Devoutly gather for revival in His sanctuary
Delightfully go while rejoicing in soulwinning
Decisively guard ourselves in running the race with sincerity
Dutifully guide others in discipleship, relying on the Holy Spirit
Ruth 3:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
blessing us and our kindness according to His:
Virtues for our victory
Vision that vanquishes our vanity
Viewpoint valuing our volunteerism
Vantage point, validating our valiant vow
Verities of Scriptures for our spiritual vigilance
Ruth 4:14-15 Praise be to the Almighty
Whose great blessings nourish us along His:
Redemption with eternal life
Regeneration by His everlasting love
Restoration toward earnest holy living
Replenishment in His enduring leadership
Rejuvenation while entreating for His lessons. Amen!
March 25, 2024
My mother's mother and I were very close.
We needed each other
in diversely validating ways.
She needed to know
experience
hear and see and feel and touch
a healthier love of mutual regard
than she felt she achieved
with any of her three daughters.
I needed to feel
I was some loved adult's most significant event,
most vulnerable and transparent grace
for who I felt and knew I was
yet to gay become
without any need to change
what I could not internally rearrange.
When I was a senior in high school
this grandmother became sick with cancer
and depression,
mortal doubts and fear.
I knew this
not because I had visited her
but because my parents
and aunts
whispered their hopelessness
before repeatedly reminding me,
There is nothing I can do
to help her
or prepare myself
for such great loss,
perhaps less great,
more relief,
for them.
But they were wrong.
Wrong about my grandmother.
Wrong about me.
Wrong about us, together.
I knew her favorite hymns.
I was her favorite voice.
We needed no other instruments,
percussive or lyrical.
We had enough time
to revisit our music lessons,
Lyrics are tools for young friendship
Not weapons against old enemies.
Precious Lord
take my hand,
Lead me on
when I can't stand.
I am tired,
I am weak,
I am worn.
Through these trials,
Through this storm,
Lead me on
Precious Lord.
And so we sang
and so I danced
and told her favorite story
of beds too hard,
of friends too soft,
and a child who sings just might
Of Earth too hot
and river beds too soft
and motherlands too cold
and us, now growing distant,
yet singing this last time
just right.