ENAMOURED OBSESSIONS
a fear
of
nostalgia
bygone
era
hollowed
out
invention
sophisticated
literate
heights
of
veritable
convictions
ethos
emerge
outwardly
inward
innumerable
varieties
remarkably
long standing
noticeable
active
ensembles
a
heritage
a
pedigree
emphasised
initiatives
emulated
cultural
incentive
preserved
celebrated
long standing shower, letting water refresh my spirits
Once claimed to the Kingdom that the orthodoxy came not with a roar but a whimper, solidarity foregone, ego long-standing like iron-rich water from ancient bloodshed. Through the ploughed fields sent shivers askance the serpent, like shady cathedrals built on an edifice of scales, primed the true course of the whispering grasses, long abated and trounced in that stance.
When President Eisenhower sent the troops to Little Rock
in ’57 to enforce brand-new federal desegregation laws, you liberals didn’t object
After all, Governor Faubus‘ states’ rights’ was a lawless Confederate anachronism
an obsolete holdover from the racist South in the Civil War
But now that DJT is trying to enforce long-standing immigration law in America
you sanctuarians are up in arms, obstructing justice and invoking ‘states rights!!’
the most revolting moniker I can think of
~ But then again, you’all are pretty revolting yourselves
Come on now! You can’t be serious!
Take the Christ out of Christmas….
Not here in the great US of A --
Like taking the cork from the core
of a baseball. Or the sweetened lard
center from between the rich chocolate
cookies. It’s UN-American Macy’s! It’s
sacrilegious, beautiful STD Hollywood
(look but don’t touch). Thinking to do away
with long standing fond tradition, is tantamount
to Spiritual Sedition! For such thought your Act
of Contrition say: An Our Father, eat 3 Oreos, and
12 Hot dogs at the next World Series.
I heard women have ruined the workplace,
By showing what it means to lead with grace.
We still make far less money than men,
Yet have more sway with the sword and pen.
We ruined the meetings, made them an email,
We worked together to succeed, not fail.
Held men accountable for their actions,
Came here to work, not to be distractions.
We ruined inappropriate chatter,
Modeled respect - the heart of the matter.
We led with patience and confidence,
Showed that true leaders use evidence.
We ruined the workplace to include us.
Now when men react, they cannot make a fuss.
They have to treat us like we’re humans too -
The horror, the shock, the rumors were true.
We ruined the long-standing lack of empathy,
Replaced it with compassion and transparency.
We listened and mentored, made people feel heard,
A shift in the mindset - and progress occurred.
We ruined the toxic culture which isn’t fair,
Moving the needle for redemption and repair.
Call it destruction or a needed rebirth,
We ruined the workplace by knowing our worth.
the bull could do tricks the rest of us could barely dream of he told me.
Could stand on his hog, and race down the freeway at a hundred and three
Could outmaneuver every member of the gang, he was hell on wheels.
most of his tricks were secrets, hidden in long-standing conceals.
We made him the captain, the boss, the king of our club.
He takes his motorcycle inside when he soaks in the tub.
Trusting no one, for his family was pretty hard on him, liars too.
Can’t trust anyone, he told me once. Have not since I was two.
Whet my keen appetite?
Yes, you have - for revenge
against my long standing,
wry, furry nemesis.
He's not wet...
yet. Blast a
water jet!
Get that scamp
to regret.
Showing your beauty
By your light of nature
And by your inherited sincerity
Nothing needs deliberate
Of teaching hearts
Of the judgments by eyes
Of the planning by head
Of the making up by hands
Let them acknowledge
The feelings of déjà vu
Let them meet and collide
To spark their skyline
To light up the cool night
Let the hearts dancing freely
With the flowing ripples of quiet,
To rhyme the shiver of music
By its light of nature
Alike the flower branches
Under the starry sky
Fluttering in the breeze
No need to do anything,
No need to disturb,
Let the long-standing feeling discover
The beauty that is firmly aware
You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically, punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disempowered sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A young female child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
Chula Fleming© 10/16 2016
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Bitterness or resentfulness, especially when long-standing.
I feeling of hate and ongoing anger
Bitterness is where I am at null disclaimer
about something in the past standings
Bitterness I am long standing in my emotions
Bitterness spite my hate my new devotions
Malignancy animosity antipathy
The mistreatment of me unholy
In a ship on the seas of unreasonably
I am sinking in a ship of no anchor for rancour
8/6/23
For No anchor for rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
TREE:
A living thing I was; I graced your land-
three hundred years and more- I stood with pride.
A focal point to meet with friends to stand,
or drive through intersecting roads beside
the wall that sheltered me, your age-old tree-
assumed long-standing for eternity.
"The Heart of Balmville"- often, you called me;
so many grew up in my view's embrace.
COMMUNITY:
Inside your small historic park, you stood
for years preserved in your dear ancient wood.
Your statuesque magnificence, now gone;
our hearts are sad now missing your great limbs.
But with your stump, our memories hold on-
as images of leaves and branches dim.
We took for granted that your vision be
forever etched within this Balmville space.
TREE:
May "Heart of Balmville" live within your hearts-
I, Balmville Tree, at last, from you depart.
Jesus the Splendor, voice before any sound
Earliest word spoken
Silent kind messenger of primeval joy
Unending bright epiphany
Shining as ageless wisdom who calls you in
Classical wonder before any dim star
Heartbeat before weakened blood flowed
Relieving faith before any sweet tear fell
Immemorial still perfection
Soporific and eternal pleasantness
Timeless patience for you at night
Time-honoured meekness that shall attain the world
High-standing calmness for harsh storms
Elegant righteousness as a crown for you
Saintly kindness to be worn by the elect
Primeval gift from the Father
Long-standing attainment through the Father’s grace
Endless blessing before all things
Nirvana of praise that Mani arrived at
Deathless treasure shining with light
Original soft garment of golden light
Revelation of Jesus, the light in you
Based on the hymn "Twenty-Two Aspects of Jesus the Splendor" from the Book of Hymns (page 48) on r/Manichaeism on Reddit (in Resources of Manichaeism section).
Puddle
In a world of rain and puddles formed by our tears..
We find a miracle.
Our compassion reflects the sky of God's creation.
Sometimes over-cast, sometimes azure blue.
Sometimes the rainbow of a long-standing hope.
The faithful promise of a brighter tomorrow.
Jinjagoliath
21st June 2020
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