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*Image of Paradox of a Mindfoolness.
Irreconcilable Paradox
The midnight sun casts about clear shadows amidst a
twilight noon, 'tis yesterday.
The windy gale brews, astir none to wake the quietude,
America's Guy Fawkes Day.
Watched I the beautiful orange sunset rise up above the
rolling hills flat opened field.
Leaving my umbrella sorted at home, danced I out into
the deluged rain spots yield.
Ambling I briskly stood alone in a crowd, as a quandary
cleared ere me from behind.
Menacing maintaining all matters determined found I at
a total loss to ideas sublime.
Brooding of the things I yet can do yesterday, I hurried
along to finalize nothing else.
In my rush to the airport, boards I, a train that went the
other way past fields of elms.
My new schedule should get me to my appointment in
the nick of time, one day late.
Know I will get that new job for 'tis the first time work I
there as of prior' year to date.
Been unemployed for straight five years, works I out and
in exclusively hands-on daily.
My legs are stronger as a direct cause of that makes me
feel sick for I am e'er healthy.
Speaking on health, the car insurance is fully paid but
wonders I, much is still owed.
On the subject of owing, our daughter's graduation day is
today, four candles a-glowed.
The court speaking, arrangement rose criminal charges
the prosecution, never violets.
Friends and I went to a drive-in, saw an old film just cast,
our Model-T's all on autopilots.
In the end, we all walked out as unconditional strangers,
familiarities sensed a oneness.
E.g.; If hail treasures of an emptied chest wouldst naught
crusheth e'er emphatic dream.
Thence bandied wordings lay straightforwardly ere wee
tilt scale rove archaic extreme.
The farcical tale wove abstractly, yet absolutes resolved
parodies sage distinctiveness.
2022 February 15
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 10
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 March 02
*NOTE: I've portrayed the extremities of paradoxes distinctive values as self-defining based on its own merits, my placement via its close proximity to its opposite, validifies that point, whereto, abstracts become absolutes distinguishing their individualism.
My distracting theatrics verses are preempted versions of impending calamity, one by air, and, one by sea.
The point of levity is to advance the common element of surprise--the unexpected of the "clueless," whereto, I'll appropriately relabel as "passengers," save or bar the crew members, whom I'll also relabel them as, "sacrificial lambs," "... jolly good to go down with the ship, eh, First Mate?" "Every man for themselves, Captain!" "Are you from the States?" "Birmingham, sir." "England or Alabama?"
Levity is on because hope exists as time permits the gullible. A poem I wrote, exacts that point, entitled, "Mirror, In The Line Of Fire: POTW," where impending doom may claim your liberties, both physical [inability to move--fear], and mental [clear process to act--hysteria] is in the strike of you--death seizes your face/fate/faith.
My quantum phrase addressing those factors is, " ... gullible may hold the keys, but 'tis knowledge that opens the door."
Time idles whilst the plane sits on the tarmac--read the manual where on board is the safest place to position yourself or loved ones--a measure of hope--tho' odds are great, lean your faith on righteousness hold--greater than other--hymnally speaking.
With so much floatable furnishing, Titanic could have created a raft for a few souls more--again, a measure of hope.
A clear mind and ability to move give hope to those lacking, as fear and panic claim ownership of precious souls.
The odds may be great when facing such a calamity, and having such a mindset, therein lies the greater calamity.
A third survived, 700 souls, and two-thirds lost 1400 souls the Atlantic Ocean claims. A sad yet true revelation grew in Titanic's aftermath. The phraseology: "The Affluent Survived, The Destitute Died," adds another chapter of humanity's truths of life's measure of worth well-hid in the core of Eve's fruit, hence, illumination, "Since the beginning of time/knowledge of good and evil.
Murphy's Law acts as a jumping point for quantum knowledge in their efforts to simplify life struggles with a convenient doorway for its exit for your journey to a better you--give time for hope.
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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono
A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back to an instant, springing forth that word grasped first in mumblings made by a question from what comes later.
Hawaiiana has amongst the narrowed rudiments containing 12 alphabets; 7 consonants; H - K - L - M - N - P - W, plus 5 vowels; A - E - I - O - U. In its wake, Hawaiians have improvised their grammar by accommodating words to include more than one meaning, it is known as, "equivocal". A different way of supplementing their shortfall via letterings is by repeating words, whereto, two aspects emerge, firstly and the most prevalent variant of Hawaiiana repeats is, word pluralization, simply by adding the 's' at the end, sort of speak. Then secondly is word emphasization, or best to be known as, word empowerment.
"Ho'o" is an energetic prefix, in and of itself though insignificant in the Hawaiiana context as a stand-alone word, implying "to make or making". In this example, the base word, "pono", is an equivocal word. In no respective order, first; moral qualities, uprightness, and decency. Second; a clear understanding, completeness, and being thorough. Third; correctly fulfilled, proper procedures, and accuracy. Fourth; prosperity, welfare, benefit, and equity. There remain several meanings that essentially are extensions of the foregoing.
Nevertheless, when the base word is repeated, then "Ho'oponopono" basically means to, "make right a wrong". The Hebrews call it "Kaphar".
Back to mumbling and anticipation as a kid faced up to grownup legs. A worn grimace is yon about pause steadily. Quizzative looks around the room and tempts a peek past the formidable figure that blocks nearly the whole of him. The aged utter clarity, "E pule ho'oponopono kakou", (Let us pray for correcting our wrongdoing), afterward, an amended kid embraces the closing answer, "Ae, ho'omaika'i ia oe", (Yes, victory is yours). On the whims of a pendulum, Ho'oponopono wanes as a learnt man winds a clock up to speed.
2021 May 28
Gambler, I am not
watcher of gamblers be
One stood to depart
approach I, to engage
So I whispered
and he listened
"I saw you cheating."
He said, "That's absurd."
"I saw you praying."
"To you that's cheating?"
"Usurper of The Word."
"Prayer is a privilege."
"Words of an Opportunist."
"I'm afterall, a gambler."
"Depends, win or lose?"
"I won ... they listened."
"I prayed they would."
"Pray tell, why so?"
"I'm a debt collector."
"A true conversationalist."
"True ... that seldom you."
"My debt, how much?"
"What values your life?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"You misunderstand, forgive me."
"Just use non-threatening words."
"The debt I collect ...,"
"Get on with it."
"..., is for your soul."
"What, you're crazy?"
"You said, you won."
"I did win."
"You misunderstood my prayer."
"You prayed I'd win.
"Misunderstanding corrected--to Who?"
"To who--your meaning?"
"Oh, about my employer?"
"Again, what's your point?"
"Basement worker--not attic."
"Because I won?"
"No, because your bet."
"My soul--you get."
"How correct you are."
You're here to collect."
"Yes, payment in full."
"In a public place ...?"
"Unbeknownst--you ..., we're downstairs."
"It's not a casino?"
"Trappings for the trapped."
"Twas by private invitation."
"Whereto, you had accepted."
"The fortune I'm promised ...,"
"No angels--good witches."
"Nothing for my soul."
"Enough bait, you bit."
"You used me."
"You used yourself."
"There's no escape."
"You could have crossover."
"Now grab a shovel."
"I work in Hell?"
"Hell of a work."
"Attic is getting cold."
"Gambler, for your freedom?"
"What are your odds?"
(background, sinister chuckle wanes ...)
A train door closes packed with passengers.
Destinations being most different than others.
Typical light touches, embarrassing rubbing,
Lastly, the ever so bothersome nudging.
Unfinished conversations, from platform
Carries on within the overcrowded train.
Yapping and gabbing, defined as gossiping,
Amidst disgruntled passengers within-earshot.
Young teen of a nimble mind, lights a cigarette,
To a host of an onslaught accord that repeats,
All trains are non-smoking so put it out you creep!
An infant goes from a whispering innocent alto coo,
To an uncontrollable, unstoppable, sopranos' scream,
Unheedful to weariful pleads of failing-to-comfort bass.
A newspaper that was fully read, is now being
Reread from its beginning, cites boredom
From too long of a wait, passing time fruitlessly.
An out-of-town couple, ask an old guy to take
Their picture, but to everybody's surprise, he
Took the camera and slammed it to the train
Floor, whereto, it broke into unrepairable pieces,
"Hi-ya!" was heard, a karate chop is all was needed,
So down for the count, the old pus was out,
Camera pieces and out-of-town couple all gone,
And gossips continue on, that now includes
The old pus and out-of-town couple.
The engine is heard and a forward thrust is felt,
At last, they are about to go on...until suddenly...
They jerk to a stop...then a voice is intensely heard,
..."We at Metro apologize for this undue delay,
For this train is now inoperable, so please disembark
And take all you have with you, as this train will
Now head to the shop from this station.
Bear in mind that another train has been dispatched,
Whereto, it will take you to your final destinations."
"We at Metro, would like you all to have a pleasant day!"
This all took for a moment of time, to record in the annals
Of the written memory that is historically held in the
Everlasting void belonging to the sanctity of a mere...
~~ second.
Date: 06/07/2019
This is a story of an old couple who had no children of their own.
One day while the old woman was washing clothes at a nearby river, she saw a large rosy peach floating downstream.
She got ahold of it to give to the old man.
Yet, before he had a bite of it, the rosy peach burst open.
It had no large seed in it, but a baby boy.
The baby ate the peach and became very strong and healthy.
The old couple took care of him as he grew to be the strongest and healthiest baby in the whole countryside.
The old couple named him 'Momotaro', the Peach Boy, a secret kept only to themselves.
One day, Momotaro asked his mother, the old woman, to make him a bagful of 'kimi-dango', a Japanese millet dumpling, for him to take on a journey to Ogre's Island and take their treasure from them.
He left the couple with the kimi-dango bag tied to his waist.
He came upon a monkey who says to him, "Kia, Kia!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the monkey said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a pheasant who says, "Ken, Ken!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the pheasant said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon a dog who says, "Bow, Wow, Wow!" Momotaro tells him of his task, whereto, the dog said he'll tag along for a kimi-dango.
Momotaro agreed and off they went until they came upon Ogre Island where Momotaro reveals his plan.
The pheasant must flu over the castle gate and peck at the Ogre's, and the monkey must climb over the castle wall and pinch the Ogre's and the dog and I will break the bolt and the dog will bite the Ogre's and I will fight with the Ogre's.
A great battle then ensued.
"Kia, Kia!", "Ken, Ken!", "Bow Wow Wow!", was heard from sun to sun, ending with all the ogre's tied and the treasure was shared between the four.
Date: 06/16/2019
Marvel's Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman,
The Human Torch and The Thing.
The best memory of the Fantastic Four cartoon characters
that can be best realized, of good measure, was their
live production. Unfortunately, not one episode
is resurrection-able of their cartoon version.
However, that filmed production wherein human characters
portrayed their cartoon counterparts as singularly
different. Granted that there'd be others that
were produced on the silver screen
whereto calls into question
my 'good measure'
ergo, google
ID it to be
a 2005
film.
First off, ...
The Invisible Woman was visibly
fetching and was indebted to
Mr. Fantastic's character,
yet not by definition.
The Thing's character was quick to temper
and getting stoned whenever ...
The Human Torch,
combust.
Albeit, Mr. Fantastic's human counterpart was
misleading as his appearance rendered him
to be fantastic-ally half his portrayed age
and that protege veneer was studious.
The contrast between Mr. Fantastic's cartoon character,
stems from Dr. Ben of The Jonny Quest Adventures
who shares that '60s science-like qualities
whereto Mr. Fantastic bears a streak
of gray hair--defining age factor.
Furthermore, the content of that movie is fleeting other than
the fact that The Human Torch is excessively
--cold.
Sadly, the complete genre of cartoon episodes no longer
occupies my memory banks--blank. Whether they'd
be televised or store-shelved, it'll also include my
children's. Most characters are more noticed
than the show/comic/toy they delivered.
Noting their identifiable names, Popeye versus the
boys' Pac-Man and the girls' Barbie, and beyond
that ... nothing,
"C'est la vie, mon ami/amie."
"That's life, my friend."--> Masculine/Feminine: French translated
October 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 18-19
Key Verse – Luke 18:7 And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR AVENGING ME
Thank You for avenging me, Your own elect by Your grace
In my cry for Your help to protect me with Your truth-brace
Against falsehood that knocks me down from spiritual race…
You alone can sustain me around Your compassionate embrace.
Thank You for avenging me, Your saved child
In my dependence on Your holiness from being abominably wild
Against tendency to become worldly beguiled…
You alone can guard me to avoid the proudly defiled.
Thank You for avenging me, Your transformed creation
In my plea for Your aid toward faithful conversion
Against backsliding-corruption…
You alone can rescue me from transgressions’ destruction.
Thank You for avenging me, Your privileged servant
In my prayer for Your guidance of divine grant
Against defiance that displeases You, my Master-Commandant…
You alone can direct me toward what You perfectly want.
Thank You for avenging me, Your entrusted steward
In my request for Your training of caring regard
Against stubbornness I should ward off though it’s hard…
You alone can mold for faithfulness’ reward.
Thank You for avenging me, Your enlightened student
In my need to learn from Your, indeed heavenly sent
Against failure due to foolishness-ignorance whereto I’m bent…
You alone can teach me with Your truth of no falsity-dent.
Thank You for avenging me, Your earnest believer
In my supplication for Your increase to my faith as humble receiver
Against doubts and disobedience wrought by evil deceiver…
You alone can instruct me well since You are the supreme law Giver.
October 6, 2022
Purposeful Valentine's Day
Upon tis day,
thee am all set,
Retired in May,
didst nay forget,
Excuses naught,
schedules art free,
Thy bouquet got,
twelve roses see,
Velvety red,
scents to be strong,
Thorns art all shred,
do naught belong,
For fear of tear
all wrapped in silk,
Naught papered wear,
smoothly as milk,
Box chocolate,
assorted all,
Her favorite,
cannot recall,
Lest poked and jabbed,
art thou remain,
Whereto, thee grabbed,
thy likes became,
Thy card filled-out,
thee signed and sealed,
Ere now thee sprout,
start our tryst field,
Thou smile tendered,
memory serves,
Thy smile rendered,
tis well deserved,
Thus thee both rests,
thine rendezvous,
Nay, signs of pests,
toes filter through,
Imposing grass,
felt surreal,
As thee impress,
thy promised feel,
Poet speaketh,
thy love listens,
Thine Sun zenith,
skin now glistens,
Winds anoint thus,
birds entertain,
Her presence plus,
hearts one was twain,
Quote "Trees By Me",
under our tree,
Silent entry,
thus amidst thee,
Angel brushes,
stillness abounds,
Teardrop dashes,
comfort surrounds,
A common thread,
tenuous tugs,
Beholden spread,
flowers and card,
Add thine this be,
boxed chocolates,
Pierced normally,
left favorites,
Thus close day gave,
my Valentine's,
Read, seen thy grave,
between the lines.
2020 February 14
*1st Place*
STRAND SELECT P any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables:
34 lines x 8 syllables per = 272 syllables total
The Divine Gift
We can, with a certain degree of accuracy, gauge one's intellectual quotient level through an assortment of tests at any given age of their educated life, and subsequent years, either professionally and or leisurely.
When asked, what would be the quotient level of my soul, that can be easily ascertained by somebody professionally engaged in the field of psychology or one's country pastor or similar bound vocation, if they'd be one.
Whenever I am asked of myself, bears a challenge from the get-go as it borders on conceit.
To say, for instance, I am a loving person is untrue for it begs interpretation, liken to 'agape', beyond whereto, it becomes dependent upon others to ascertain the measure of its worth, albeit, does not stop there for therein, lies on variables as no two or more opinions, are ever the same.
How long does that person know me, or, how close of a relationship is that person to me, as a family member or as a friend?
Going back to conceit, or rather I say, that I bear to venture the thought that I leave quotient of my soul to the interests of others to judge.
Humble am I, nay, for that too is subjective.
Nevertheless, begs the question, what is the quotient of my soul?
I do not think of my soul to be higher than others, nor do I think of my soul to be lesser than others.
I would like to think less on the subject of my soul is the best answer, methinks.
I believe the soul is a divine gift, that shines for others to see, and that providence keeps not in my mind, but as the spirit within my heart.
2019 May 29
*2nd Place*
Soul IQ
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke