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People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.
Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising lines
of harmony
co-arising nondual Earth anthems
of graceful GreatSpirit incarnation.
Domesticating corn people
finally also meet Yin's squashed voices
flowing bilaterally out
well-grounded cooperative incorporations
intending divine corn
and Yang-bean
and Yin-squash
mutually braiding
weaving up and out
trimesters of rich
and deep
nutritional development,
with winter dormancy in-between
summerish diastasis.
Corn and Bean and Squash diversity
during August pre-birth deliveries
reduce competitive domesticating relationships
to favor cooperative democratizing trinities,
of Spirit and Body and Bilateral Flowing UnSquashed Minds.
These corny holonic domesticating resources
enjoy differentiated cultural climates,
Diverse partners prevailing
through multicultural nutritional landscapes
up and out,
down-rooting and inward feeding feeling
as outward bleeding
into each Other's Common-Space
and side-by-side solidarity reforesting times.
People of the Corn
and beans and squash,
co-domesticating temporal WinWin differentiations,
preoccupying Earth's global climate
in different times of day and night,
months and years,
transgenerational eras and stages
of mutual democratization
into trust
bean-sprouting
within interdependent pumpkin patches.
People of the Corn
invite diverse beanish vertical needs
and polypathic squashy tendril outputs
in different revolving stages
of our mutual domestication,
integrity empowered
through deep nutritional gardens
and forests of time,
like climates of Earth,
organically democratizing solidarity.
People of sacred wild Cornucopias
found ourselves politically atoned
through competing to survive
in Earth's stroking strumming climates
of globally democratizing,
healthy wealth,
Original PolyCultural Intention.
I saw a shooting star the other day
It made me think of things to say
It made me think of how the sky is gray
How life is so complex in a major way
How the moon in the sky shines at night
How the sun's rays beam with the perfect light
How we sit back and gaze at the sky above
How we give the Earth so much love
How we are stabilized and so well-grounded
How the frequency waves are so astounding
How the clouds move through the sky with motion
How the rain comes down in large portions
How the ground gets wet and the moisture starts to form
How it goes back into heaven where life is born
So now I'm sitting here writing this poem
Because I saw a shooting star from my bedroom
Seeing art as a pool
To wash and hide faults within
Is a shallow thought weak hearts shin
See ink a love sharing art tool
The quill of which soar us higher
Reaching for the stars in the sky
And peace we tread upon is the pliers
Tightening honor of the moon on high
I have given all to poetry
In every spheres and not momentary
Consistently, I've learned a lot-
The fuels of ego firing my shots
All kisses and fun that breathe in inks
Gaze at how hearts' illness blinks
Connecting many and more links
Which hunt one another's winks
Make sure the food of thoughts
Shared reflect your being, truly
Nothing should stop what you fought
Making it well grounded duly
For more and all you are to do
Focus and don't mind been you
There were words spoken by JESUS that ring loud within me.
They were words never before spoken or heard from another.
He said, "All POWER in heaven and on earth is given to me".
He later said to some of his followers, "You shall receive power".
He was gifted with power and later shared that gift of power with others.
It is said that BEAUTY lies in the eyes of the beholder. The first impression from such a line is that there are those who see beauty differently, or even not at all. And there are those with no sight at all whose touch and sense of beauty is priceless. It is also said that beauty is only skin deep. My immediate response is to the contrary, because beauty does not fit in a box, and there's neither pits nor ocean depth to contain it.
I heard it said that fools rush in where ANGELS fear to tread. I think not that angels have fears; and I think not that there are limits to where they might tread. Moreover, me thinks that mortals such as us are best preserved by the wisdom that holds us in check by way of gravitational restraints in the atmosphere, and navigational water routes, keeping us well grounded.
From an early age, I developed an interest in NEWS via news papers, radio, and television. I tell you with a bit of a sigh, 'news' is not what news use to be. Once upon a time, it was the news type that essentially enveloped one with "information" and less propagation, less commentary, and less opinions. I was fortunate to learn early on how to listen well and develop my own opinions; and if there was to be a 'spin zone', I owned my zone.
101620PSCtest, Mystery Word Find, Caren Krutsinger
The 5 words randomly picked from, The Living New Testament:
Power, Beauty, Angel, Jesus, and News
There's an oasis of calm within you,
That stress cannot erase.
It shows in the way you cope with things,
Though not always on your face;
But you have faith well grounded,
Deep within your core.
This faith will boost the hope in you,
To help your spirit soar;
And if by chance the storm grows fierce,
And winds and waves are high,
Your faith will see you through the storm,
And hope will lift you high,
High above the highest waves,
Because your faith holds true,
Sustaining strength that's always there,
Because it's part of you.
Hang onto faith your whole life through,
And it's unfailing force.
It's stalwart strength will strengthen you,
And help you hold your course.
God has sent out His divine light
penetrating through darkness sublime
so to illuminate so it deeply shines
to reveal scripture in its highest prime
This light is not only external
for it reaches deep into hearts
giving light to know God's glory
seeing Jesus Christ in no small part
But some think they know God
their actions showed Him no honour
for their minds were solely futile
having foolish hearts intent on style
God's gospel is available upon all
the scholar and the unlearned alike
His call reaches their godly presence
enabling them to peddle one spiritual bike
Every person has God's awareness
so innate to touch the deepest heart
the gospel's saving belief touches the mind
to enlighten it of God's glory in no small part
(For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
2 Corinthians 4: 6 (ESV)
" A saving belief of the gospel arises from the mind's being enlightened to behold the divine glory of the things it exhibits.
The simplest and least educated person, as well as scholars, come to a well-grounded faith when (2 Cor. 4: 6) touches that innate awareness of God that every person has(Rom. 1: 21).")
- Jonathan Edwards (1703-1758)
Aloha, Connie Marcum Wong
A fellow islander, here in the State of Hawaii
Plain common folks in touch with its aina (land)
Noticed by many soupers long before this tadpole swam the pond
Well-grounded, skilled with a pen, with a memorable persona,
In my view, I became a welcomed homey, charmingly receptive, in a comfortable regular confab of subject subtleties to filling, reflections of a lifetime,
From our friends to our families to our Hawaii ~~
...of a gorgeous floral lei, imagined or realized
...both pales in comparison
...Aloha always
...my blessings,
...Connie
2019 September 20
*2nd Place*
Pick a Friend on Soup
~~Bobby May
There's no one but you
I see that you...
have a new life... and that,
you don't need me... and I...
just don't know why.
I know that you've...
built a ...whole new world,
and that...
that's where you live now...
no longer ...my girl.
How did this change,
ever ...come about?
that your...
independence...
is what... matters now.
I don't know what to say,
except that...
I'm dumbfounded...
I never saw this coming...
thought our love, was well grounded.
Bridge 1
I thought that if you saw me...
that you would change your mind...
we keep dancing on our own...
and the drum beats out of time.
Chorus
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
I searched the whole world over...
and I...I found you
I'm so lonely, without your love
and all I keep thinking about...
are the promises we said
they keep running inside my head...
yeah, all the words we said,
they keep running inside my head.
I think back to the day...
when you promised to be mine...
to love and to care for me...
until the end of time.
I swore the same thing,
before God and man...
and now... I sit here alone,
please, help me understand.
Chorus
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
I searched the whole world over...
and I...I found you
I'm so lonely, without your love
and all I keep thinking about...
all the promises we said,
they keep running... inside my head...
yeah, all the words we said,
they, keep running inside my head.
bridge 2
When our love ends, I will only pretend...
that I don't need you, and that we are through
So life will go on, but I know from now on...
that.......I'm... lost... without you....
Chorus
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
I searched the whole world over...
and I...I found you
I'm so lonely, without your love
and all I keep thinking about...
all the promises we said,
they keep running... inside my head...
yeah, all the words we said,
they, keep running inside my head.
I still care, and I know that ...
there's...no one but you...
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 17,2017
Contrary to the popular consensus
Poets in general are very well grounded, well adjusted
As opposed to the general population
It's the average Joe or Jillian out there that are in question
It's really not their fault, it's due to the state of the world
The constant bombardment of negative news
That we constantly receive daily
Negatively affects us year after year, decade after decade
It never gets any better... in fact it's worse AND scarier
But I've said it before and here I say it again
Rise above it and carry on in spite of all the negativity
In my experience, it's really the only way to survive
I seem to be harping on this theme a lot lately
But in reality, I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my 79 years
And what I've found has helped me get through
Really I'm no great stinker... uh, thinker
Just passing along what I've learned!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...
of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating
nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus domesticus dumbstruck,
who doth make feeble attempt
albeit without explaining
rhyme or reason
poetic, plaintive, pathetic... cluck,
regarding doomed pyrrhic victory
against incessant cackling
more fowl and upset
than goosed duck,
she that casus belli hideous source
feels cooped up bred to lay eggs
absent any pleasure to fµç*
out her tail feathers fin
hushed yoked for sole purpose
mutter under beak, what the "huck"
subsequently, she takes frustration
buzzfeeding me 'bout chained to
chicken feed to earn
breeder (yours truly) favorable luck
yielding "FAKE" farmer
Matthew Scott Harris megabuck
regarding top quality accolades
raves subsequently generate
he invariably feels moonstruck
matter of fact expanded business
necessitating workers to drive
state of the art rigorous motortruck
the missus decries mistreatment
scratching thru mire and muck
to fill little beasts in belly,
eventually retired, repurposed
relieved invariably chef
buoy or gull hardy sole destiny,
whereby one or another
hired hand will gingerly pluck
every spruced, primped,
groomed... feather
in short shrift priming
precious helpless creature,
(who bemoans lack
of state bird status)
into slaughterhouse five
butchered, filleted (maybe), quartered...
routed to household kitchen
gamely served at potluck
toothpicks applied to teeth
loosening gristle unstuck
after appetites satiated
belt unbuckled years ago
purchased before Sears Roebuck
shuttered stores, plus
bought linens and things
comfortable pillow perfect to tuck
under drowsy sudden sleepy head
unaware coop d'etat mutiny hatched,
whereby sly fox weasels him/
herself to guard henhouse
finding petrified slack beaked
AC/DC powered chicken coop,
where prating poultry thunderstruck.