Long Winning Poems
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I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.
For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother's
redundant DNA nurturing womb.
But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.
These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption
For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wounds and reweavings
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.
WellBeing,
personal and political,
economic and ecological,
comes in at least two colors,
maybe four,
possibly octaved more,
but for every listening then speaking you,
natural health
green-blue,
and spiritual wealth
red-blooded true.
Natural health
longs for individual freedom
for nutritional,
nourishing,
nurtured rights
of cooperatively creolizing life
toward more wins winning climax climates
and long-term polycultural outcomes.
Spiritual wealth
belongs securely in interdependent polypathic webs
of family extending back past historic MayFlowers
and indigenous FireCircles
to DNA eco-governing couplings
Synergy
emergent integrity
in revolutionary surprising healthy multicultural ways
and making means resilient
brilliantly safe and secure health
from generations past
for regenerating future climate win/win sustainability,
inside-ego and outside-eco
co-present awareness,
self/other conscious attachment,
re-connection.
Individual health rights
and collective wealth responsibilities,
freedoms, both to and fro, equally co-responsive
and secure wealth of health
interdependently optimal;
Two color culture faces
of one civil and communal covenant
within healthy climate
historic revolutionary multicultures,
Earth health rights
for responsible
cooperatively managed resource wealth,
Ultra-nonviolent
global communi-nation,
through less defecation
of EarthMother red co-attachments fueling spirits within
MotherEarth green-blue integrity potentiating natures without;
GreenBlue
co-inviting ReStorativeRed,
mutually opposed to dead.
June 16 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 9
Key Verse – Proverbs 9:9 Give instruction to a wise man, and he will be yet wiser: teach a just man, and he will increase in learning.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR INSTRUCTION
Thank You for Your instruction toward my soul-assurance
Truly building me up by Your Word-pillar’s endurance
Always furnishing me with Your provisions’ abundance
Ever ready to uphold me through Your attendance.
Thank You for Your instruction toward my heart-sanctification
Truly cleansing me from iniquity and transgression
Always rebuking me against slothfulness’ corruption
Ever sure to train me with Your truth-function.
Thank You for Your instruction toward my faith-strengthening
Truly driving me through trials’ refining
Always keeping me away from sinning
Ever delighted to welcome me in Your righteous winning.
Thank You for Your instruction toward my character-development
Truly molding me along heavenly commitment
Always beautifying me with holiness-fulfillment
Ever faithful to prod me in Your kingdom-advancement.
Thank You for Your instruction toward my spirituality-endeavour
Truly reviving me through Your example of service-fervour
Always warming me within Your fellowship’s savour
Ever persistent to drive me for stewardship-favour.
Thank You for Your instruction toward my standard-lifting
Truly helping me to reach-out with Your compassionate directing
Always guarding me around Your gracious protecting
Ever merciful to accommodate me by Your forgiveness-granting.
June 16, 2022
An HP Production
[Quiet on the set--roll'em]
KEY: Cast: P)Pip, B)Bob, R)Reinier, A/M)Anna/Madam
P)Evil, not rats, live on, start squeaking,
B)Noose fill lips, spill life soon, start swinging,
R)Sorry, something in my eye,
B)One rat down! Winning am I,
P)Bob, your persona tells you're self-hanging.
P)Bob, Reinier, risked eye, do like--Ava,
B)Pip, Dad types, yes, and I do like--Ada,
B)Her name's not--t ..., --no lemons?
P)Her name's got--t ..., --no melons?
R)Boy's meet; P)Melons! ..., B)Lemons! ..., A) No, it's Anna.
R)Bob, know of when the apple eye found,
B)Reinier, eye kept apple safe and sound,
R)Now other eye's more,
B)That'll increase your score.
R)Other eye's orchard hid peach spellbound
P)Anna? You know that King, who rules Siam,
A)Oh that's Hannah, and King Nin of Siam,
M)I am Eve's Madam,
B)And what of Adam?
M)Gen...e?, deep ..., peed ... garden where hangs I ... 'am.
[It's a do-over folks, (Ahhhh!?#@!) This time in, Mandarin--Numb chocks, Ready!]
Written By: D. Collins 3/7/25
For the non-believers he’s now here in the flesh.
Seriously masquerading as a U.S. President.
Civil destruction is what gives him a rise.
With a “Hail Hitler” minion standing by his side.
Everything he touches creates chaos and death.
Earning the title as society’s number one menace..
The Eve of Destruction is the time in which we live.
And the Reigning Reaper ain’t bringing nothing positive.
Dressed in all black and swinging a sickle.
Chopping off the livelihoods of decent people.
Drama and turmoil are his prize-winning traits.
So, how could that somehow make America great?
The Reaper's certainly in a hurry to start World War 3.
Picking an unwinnable fight by messing with the Chinese.
Pissing on our friends and snuggling up to foes.
In the end we will see how well that goes.
Success. By definition, it means a favorable or desired outcome. Funny, that doesn’t denote a positive or negative act. It only states a favorable outcome, the accomplishment of an intent. Good or bad, attainment of a goal is a success.
Competitions... Exams... Deadlines? Does a trophy feel the same as money?
Success is addicting, right? When we achieve success, we want to repeat it. If we did it once, we can do it again. Fall? Get back up and try harder. How many people have ever said, “Wahoo, I lost again!!! I hope I score last place next time!!!”
Winning a title brings with it a prestige... Honor... Something many strive for. Second place, third place, anyplace. It doesn’t matter. When it matters enough, we get back up and try harder with the hopes that we will be... A success - a favorable or desired outcome.
What success are you known for?
Volleyball was the only game we played so well,
that's what we did on long, warm summer evenings,
putting all the effort to win and that took a strong will...
but disappointment often showed on our worn-out faces.
The aggressive girls smirked everytime they missed a hit,
I laughed hard to get them mad, but one of them was sly:
her name was Lisa and she found the perfect target...
I remember teasing her when she refused to comply.
What surprised me was her challenging looks full of vengeance,
" I will make you pay for this, idiot! " she kept on yelling,
but I continued laughing and having fun, thinking she was bluffing...
then Lisa threw the ball aiming at me, it hit me right in the face.
Ah, that was no friendly game, it was fierce competation!
And realizng how foolish I was, I ignored the sharp pain
and continued playing with the intention of winning,
I saw Lisa madly staring at me while she was recharging.
The pony-tail girls started to move quicker, the boys followed their belligerent grit,
volleyball was a game that either team wanted to win so badly: cheat
or fair didn't matter, because nobody would have accepted a defeat...
unfortunately, the time was up and we all fell on the grass restoring our friendship.
May tranquility reign and grace your Thanksgiving board this year,
As you thank the Good Lord for all the blessings you hold dear!
I pray that it will be a time of good cheer and not a free-for-all,
As in the dysfunctional family described below, ending in a brawl!
Grandpa said grace that rambled on interminably while stomachs growl.
Grandma had heard enough of that and poked him with a warning scowl!
Pompous Uncle Blimp boasted about the democrats winning the election,
While saner heads steered the conversation in a more innocuous direction!
Ne'er-do-well Cousin Cletus who was recently released from prison,
Wailed about being falsely imprisoned saying the cannabis wasn't his'n!
Aunt Louise complained that she didn't get the turkey gizzard as was her due!
Dad was happily sozzled having consumed too much of his homemade brew!
Little Marvin slopped gravy on grandma's prized heirloom tablecloth!
Nana screeched about controlling your brats - she was most visibly wroth!
The kid howled and mommy hugged him saying, "It was not your fault!"
In the aftermath, little was said except an occasional, "Pass the salt!"
Elbows flew and the hapless turkey's carcass was stripped clean and bare!
Grandpa removed his teeth to take a snooze, fed up with the whole affair!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Good morning, my love, my heart’s sweetest song,
I’m still smiling from that night, you won all along.
Watching you skate beneath those lights so bright,
You were pure magic, my love, my knight.
The rink was cold, but my heart was warm,
Seeing you conquer, calm in the storm.
Every stride, every goal, every spark in your eyes—
You took my breath beneath those skies.
I wish I could wake beside you today,
Trace the dreams your victory made.
Kiss your tired hands, your steady heart,
And whisper how proud I am, my shining star.
You’re more than a win, more than the game,
You’re my forever, my favorite flame.
So good morning, my love—rest, and know
You shine brighter than any ice could glow.
Old testement judges, faced the wiles..Of the people, each had (a style. A skill?) Sampson
Was wayward, Ruth was loyal; Ehud was
Intense to repay and kill, Samuel was balanced, effective and direct working most diligent, under God to great effect.'
On soup there are judges..Quite a different
Set, appointed by the virtue.? Of situ and
Consistency, it was quite challenging that line to get.' Wheew.!! These people dispense positions, on different styles of
Writing, titles theme's; rhymes prose and
Dreams.? Who will succeed.? Is the whole
Process frightening? Or could be its
enlightening? its good to know they have no
'Axe's to grind...' and no lives will depend on how they assess contestents lines.! They are most reasonable not treasonable
Specially to God.' Not quite paragons.' Or
Polygons.? Danm its hard to get this
write, right..So
I have not made a good one.' But I hope
to make amends, i plead life and circumstaces..To any enemies? And friends..So to the best of my..Er???judgement thats the best, as i can explain
I think best to finish while i'm? Well i can't
But winning? then yet again? No i'm not the best at
Any political poetry game.? Aim? Aims?
Oh this is painstaking in the main...'
How not to metephorically kill the reader
Now.? Specially any judges reading this
Frame.)