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Upon the mighty spot called Golgotha was a most vicious army of ants. They were the hardest worker ants you would ever want to run into, but they had one problem. They all wanted to be the top ant and they kept bickering to reach the top so that they could get all the Queen’s attention. They fought and they fought and they worked and they worked simply trying to attain a higher status than the others. Soon the queen ant came to visit her colony one day and to assess the progress on this mighty project. She stood at the base of the ant hill and just began shaking her head in disgust. “Why oh why are they torturing each other in this way?” she thought. “Why are they trying to compete with each other? Surely they understand that they all receive the same prize and that is to live with me in my colony!”
The queen ant thought long and hard about the dilemma of the competitiveness of her ants. She decided to make a formal decree. So she gathered all the worker ants together and tried to impose rules of civility. She also attempted to create an atmosphere of harmony. She informed the ants that the workload is to be shared. She informed the ants that they were no longer allowed to compete with one another, but to work as one body. She wanted to see harmony among the ant colony and no ant should be greater than another.
The ant colony agreed to these new set of rules. They agreed to be one body with the Queen Ant being the head of the body. She delivered the orders and they all humbly obeyed. She gave each of them special tasks and special gifts along the way. The ant colony flourished and the ants lived in harmony forevermore.
What is the moral of this story you might ask? The moral of the story is that within the kingdom of God there is no one greater than another. In the kingdom of God there are no giant ants or any one greater than God. We are all called to work alongside each other in harmony and get the job done at any cost.
Thank you, Jesus.
Written by Gwendolen Rix
1-10-15
Romans 12:5
So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another.
I had a seventh grader tell me, when I was in 5th grade, that things go downhill after 5th grade - that life doesn’t get better, it just gets more complicated. I’ve had years to mull that over and I have to say that in some ways his testimony was on beat.
As we start the second half of sophomore fall semester, I think I’ve reached stability and I’m accustomed to this year’s schedule and workload. I haven’t surveyed whether I’m faster or slower in this (see below), but now I know all the tricks - where to eat, which paths to take and what to carry. I have a firm rhythm that’s consistent and insistent.
“I’m finally on my schedule.” I commented to Sunny yesterday morning as we collided in our dash to get our shoes on.
She looked at me in confusion “You know we’re on week 8 out of 15, Ya?”
I was shocked, “I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I admitted as we stepped out.
It’s midnight and we’re going (Peter, Lisa, Sophie and I) to “My Butt” tonight (the dorm basement snack-bar). I took two seconds to splash my face with water and twist-back my hair. “How do I look?” I asked Peter.
“You’re attractive.. enough,” he said, “..I mean you fall within a bell curve.”
“You're almost 40,” I say, in the face of his non-complement.
“I’m 26,” Peter said, “You know it, and I have proof. You DO have some good points though,” he granted, while trying to drape his great, hairy, gorilla-like arm on me, “there’s your sparkling conversation and nice underwear.”
“I donated those to goodwill,” I lied, while giving him a half-gentle stiff-arm.
“You remind me of my parents,” Sophie says.
The tea (the best tea is scandalous). Lisa’s friend Baker dashed back to her room between classes Yesterday. She’d forgotten the big paper she had to turn-in. It was a mad dash and passing a roommate’s open door, she realized that the girl was lowkey masturbating. Lisa, delighted to be an interlocutor in the matter, due to Baker’s overplus embarrassment, is trying to suggest next steps in a post-shock protocol.
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Interlocutor: “someone who takes part in a dialogue, or situation”
America
Well you should have seen turkey Sal
She fills herself with packs of Pall Mall
And not to forget about Coonskin-Cap Jack
Always a-travelling with a riffle on his back
The greatest thing a man can see
Is the vast environment of Tennessee
But I can't state that myself-
I love all of the country
America,
great plains and tall pines
Deep blue lakes and mountain peaks
High water and deep coal mines
Country houses and dense streets
I see a horse grazing on the prairie
And begin to think about the heritage
What Westward-bound means
And what is, in fact, genuine
But it is time for greetings,
the time to thank
For what the harvest brought,
what we got from the land
America,
fifty-states of well-being
Some territories far removed
Beauty emerges for all the seeing
Places warm, places cool
The founding fathers, I respect so much
For they stood up for liberty and independence
Washington, Franklin, Paul Revere
As I am reading Thomas Payne's 'Common Sense'
So if I'll set foot on American soil one day
I'll be proud of the way I have come
Because in essence, Americans are the same as me
Only, they know the true meaning of freedom
America,
Lush visions of crippled desire
Brought to me by endless visons
Only connected by the telephone wire
The communicative prison
What the future will bring is uncertain
But this nation will stand the test of time
Greatness doesn’t have to be restored;
Greatness is merely a state of mind
So come now, and share a thought
Choose your leaders wisely and be assured
That whoever will become President
Will do what he/she should
The advertising man looks down on his desk
And finds ads from the archives
It says: ‘1958, Lester and Grove Inc.’
He gets a glass of Bourbon
Does he represent America?
The heavy workload, the tired workhorses
The freedom of working is no freedom at all
But it is far better than them communist dogs
America,
Deserts and far stretched woods
A fire in my heart, a warm embrace
The sunset gives a certain mood
To a man on a wild-goose chase.
yogi under the banyan tree
yogi under the bodhi tree
bikku under the banyan tree
waiting for release
bikku in blissful nibbhana
yogi in extinguishing moksha
Penniless poet under the tenement roof
Jazz organist under the pavement sky
Struggling novelist under the Riviera blue
Russian ballerina under the American umbrella
Apprentice painter under the Sistine Chapel
Sculptor Underground
waiting for the agent’s call
burning Anne Frank manuscripts in an air-raid fire
singular melodies drowned in the descending drone
Kafka writing without a morrow
van Gogh dabbing his tormented palette under the Arles sun
Sartre turning the Nobel Prize down for teenage girls
Siddhartha abandoning his body’s palace for the people’s pain
the common man unable to abandon his workload family
bikku under the bodhi tree
his body shrivelled under the saffron robe
his begging bowl filled by karma-earning hands
the last trichinosis-filled moksha meal
bikku rising on a thousand-petalled flower
bikku piercing through the cakras’ splendrous colours
bikku on a burning pyre
©T.Wignesan 1992
April 29, 1997
Paris
[from the collection : longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999]
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AUDIO: Song was written by a Hawaiian queen after her king dies overseas, sung by my cousin
*Tree is a Norfolk Island Pine
Our Last Hawaii Christmas
Our home looked like The Munsters house, above town road
the loft's great hall, tall tree stands near mom's grand
cut fresh from our Norfolk pine lot
distant, in the country --
colorful lights, bells, tinsels, and stuffed animals
through the french doors greet eyes beautifully.
Our curved hilltop driveway, white lights held each palm tree
six bay windows, rainbow-hued variables
the roof and dormers shone brightly
front stone stairs glowed, blued watt --
many had helped dad who meticulously planned
his trials made for a simple workload.
Our Christmas eve, *Lau Lau replaced Christmas ham mode
large gifts in the back of the tree, all fanned
while smallest stacked fronted their spot
freed tracks train chugs clearly --
mom wore reds and whites, played the grand, sung madrigals
it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine, in Hawaii.
*Lau Lau; a small cut of butterfish added to chopped Hawaiian salted pork, then wrapped in taro leaf, lastly, stem-tied-ti leaf-wrapped and (present-day method) in lieu of ti-leaf, foil paper is used then placed in a steam cooker.
*Twas to be our last Christmas in Hawaii (Big Island),
in ensuing months, we lost our home when our great hall
parlor drapes caught fire, our family then moved to
Bath, Maine as it was heartbreaking for our parents
to bear.
2020 December 28th
A Little Memory - My Invented Form
*2nd Place*
~~Constance La France
ALOHA, to our once trimmed Norfolk Island Pines
*Due to our departure, the pines is now a forest, too tall to sell, now hardly sold publically
Ven-lyn A Valdez
May the magic
of your pen rhymes
Like a beautiful song
in grime
As the melody
accompanied by a chime
Let it come for
the music to shine
Wems Henry Temmy
For lovely moments
are designed by music
In its cool tunes
To define loose bodies' rhymes
and poses alcoholic
To show its pure aesthetic
The great inspiration
that trick our pens magic
Ven-lyn A Valdez
Sway it to the rhythm
of our melodies,
Like dancing souls
In the wind breeze.
Our pens collaborating
In beautiful poetic thoughts
Are the inspirations
and flames we fought.
Wems Henry Temmy
Far from the reach of office
All stances are good a station
To dye on papers; aegis
Which safeguard every inspiration
Twinkle little bright change
Comes in a bit occupied of muse
That lurks around so strange
The heart to new views
Ven-lyn A Valdez
Listen to the hearts
In every curves drawn
As the dawn of the new
Beginnings shown
We'll fill the earth with love
That we share
Wems Henry Temmy
Thoughtfully, permit the inner ear
To sharpen your curvy mind
And light the lofty ideas endear
Which seems overwhelming a workload to grind
For cheers will rent the passage of thy heart
When you find love in this art
Ven-lyn A Valdez
Let it come,
Let us paint the sky
With care
As we blend our inks in pair
To shout our emotions either in bad or in despair.
Wems Henry Temmy
Let it flow,
Let us row the boat on the sea
To show
The precious jewel our quill decree
That pictures the night and day as friends aglow
Ven-lyn A Valdez
Like the crashing waves in the shore
Kissing my feet with its roar
Wems Henry Temmy
In its awesome effect I am made whole
Training my mind, soul, and heart of different role
NOTE: This Is a duet between Ven-Lyn A Valdez: Filipino poetess and Wems Henry Temmy: Nigerian poet
Our past relationship, whatever the boundaries, can we consider being activity partners at some point in time. Capable of giving support, in the form of wellness updates, at times to the other, or are we still both parts of”projects” uncompleted. Feeling heavy weight, depression, and workload, so not in a position to give anything more. This is necessary to close the doors of expectations, when in a position where there is no chance, for original hopes and plans. But what I can’t understand, is why the symbol of an open window in spring that lets in and allows us to hear notes of songbirds, feel new air circulating to breathe, can’t be warming, and dissipate the chills of past seasons, past memories of “projects, we took on, and couldn’t see the effect within ourselves, how ultimately draining family support can become. What happened to the partners we once loved freely , seemingly without effort. Bottom line; can the timing ever be right again, when we can say and feel, we’re in a position to be more ”partners”, then, “projects”, to each other, and ourselves. Even when too many projects are on our plate I think we deserve to have touch base partners in life. Only a few words is all it takes to open the door, to find out if someone is a new partner, or one lost and now found again. How will you know A partner versus a project? Partners won’t require much work, just feel supportive. A project will cause headaches, heartaches, and weigh on the spirit, simply net negative. Here is the kicker, we’ve all been projects to ourselves and others. So If we learn to back off, understand we’ve all been projects, maybe we can help and find a partner within a project, in an unexpected place, at an unexpected time, never considered or thought possible before.
Pissed off and tired, I’m not paid enough
for twenty hour days and all of this stuff.
The phone starts at seven when things have gone wrong
at three in the morning still singing their song.
Planning, correcting, resolving all things
that being in charge of our engineers brings.
Not I don’t like it, there’s no doubt I do,
it’s just I get tired when working right through.
I’ve made a few changes to soften the load
of the people whose workload I keep in my fold.
It’s early days yet and I hope I can see
the way to make changes that benefit me.
My boss is my conscience, my vision my drive,
the way I move forward, the reason I strive
is to find better ways within our Company
to help people have fun when they’re working for me.
Now money’s the God that rules Company law,
with profit the deity held up in awe.
I have to bow down to their idol I know
but there’s differing ways our devotion to show.
You can sacrifice workers, then sell your own soul
to the devil who claims all of the gold
or promise him fortunes with far more to gain
if we help all the staff to live absent from pain.
Convincing directors that following me
will help feed their need for more money to see
is an art I have mastered with skill in my years
while helping employees shed some of their fears.
Although I’m successful in feeding their greed,
the thing I am glad of is that I succeed
in making folks lives a bit better than when
they were virtual slaves to their master's pure whim.
But alas I have not reached the point where I may
reduce all the hours that I work every day.
Now this I must make my own personal goal
so I too can have fun and some time for my soul.
Ivor G Davies
Everything’s been frantic since the break.
What people don’t tell you about college,
is that you’re just tired ALL of the time.
I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me.
So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make
some effort to be interesting - clap your hands or.. something.
Work piled up on me while I was sick (I missed two days!)
and it radiated across my.. everything, like nuclear waste.
In New Haven, you have the inalienable right to fall behind.
ok, let’s put it poetically..
The microorganism was as fast and brutal as a twister
and it spun, tricksily, out of a clear blue day
leaving me weak, in shock and totally focked.
I needed things that come after a natural disaster
- wailing sirens, to clear the way for organized relief
but no volunteers can help me pick-up the pieces.
I guess I needed another challenge this term.
Sure, my roommates check in, but they have their own traumas
and they’re like those slow, drive-by accident-tourists that gawk.
Too bad there’s no such thing as missed class/assignment insurance.
There’s a saying (cleaned up), here at Yale, that goes:
It’ll get done because it HAS to get done.
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There are several songs for this piece:
‘We're All Alone’ by Kennedy Ryon
‘Totally Wired’ by The Fall
or ‘Baxter (These Are My Friends)’ by Fred again.. & Baxter Dury
Two days: 4 lectures, 3 labs, 600 pages of reading. Things roll baby - they certainly don’t stop for mE.
Webster: Inalienable: impossible to take away or give up
The word is most commonly used,
Mental agony and headaches with which it is diffused.
Starting from small kids to the old and aged,
Everyone complains of this as the root of unhappiness,
God knows eventually infants will possess this, I am afraid.
"Mom, too much of homework. I can't sit anymore!",
"Sit back to work and get top marks", she says with anger instead of adore.
"Taxes are increasing with huge rates of interest"
Workload and tensions, loans and apprehensions all on the crest.
I feel, how can one work with complete peace of mind,
When harmony, love and care are so difficult to grope and find.
No effects come on taking homeopathic remedies, I believe.
I think, anger, hatred for work and panick are components which need to be sieved.
Look out for role models like Bill Gates, Indira Nooyi and Mark Zuckerberg,
Passion for work and dedication do they possess,
Procrastination of work and short temper do they curb.
Now will you ask, "How do I ditch this tension of mine?",
Talk to people you trust, listen to some music and enjoy your work; eventually things will turn fine.
Dear fellow people, remember to be patient and to follow your passion,
I guarantee you will sew up your agony and tension.
Have faith in yourself- and before that, God.
Take intervals and there's no requirement to be angry and hot.
Don't get pushed by negative people around you,
Be effervesce and stop fights to brew.
Be happy and positive
Hold calmness and joy in your captive.