If I were a prophet or seer,
I would see tomorrow or beyond.
And if what I saw never came to be,
I would then look silly and stand alone.
Can I impact today and somehow
Influence tomorrow as it relates
To me and what I do today?
Yesterday is gone.
Nothing changes yesterday.
But in looking back through
The rear veiws of my memory,
I see patterns that were blind to me
During the yesterdays of my life.
These life patterns speak volumes
To me presently that I did not hear
In my yesterdays. These were puzzles
Whose pieces I never fitted.
If those patterns, puzzles, and pieces
Were as real to me then as they are now,
How would my life be different presently?
How would . . . ?
551.
Let's Learn Psychology!
Let's learn a Social Science subject called Psychology
It's all about behavior & personality
It can be Abnormal or Cognitive
Developmental, Educational or Comparative
Evolutionary Psychology relates to evolution
Experimental Psychology leads to experimentation
Personality has many types & theories
Social Behavior reflects several identities!
-04/27/2017
(Dumarao)
*SSN Poems
The reflections of
your broken mirror
are more distorted
than you know
You wear your
true colors
on your sleeve
& they show who
you really are
I see your scars
& your pain
along with the regret
that hides with
your shame
Your feigned
indifference to the
pain you cause others
doesn't hide a thing
It brings your true
nature to the surface
automatically & not
in a casual way
Your purposeful acts
graphically illustrate
the self hate you
bury deep
What's on display?
That weak inner child
weeping & dying to be
heard so badly
that it screams
Lashing out
in attempts to be seen
only highlights your
recessive traits
Your aggressive verbs
define your pronoun
as it relates
to the whole
The hole you continue
to dig only gets deeper
but if that's the goal
kudos to you
What is that mirror
reflecting back?
Broken versions
of you
a truth that you
obviously don't see
If you did you'd
free yourself from the
illusion of what you think
you wanna be
If i see it
be sure that
others do as well
even if they don't show
or tell you
Could pray tell
these words be the
missing pieces
your broken mirror
wants to show you?
The first full moon of spring 2026 will be tonight
- It is called the special Pink Moon -
Bu it is also the 1st 10 day mission of men to the moon
- Since 1972 -
The peak of the full moon is scheduled for 10:12 PM
There is a chance to view it if you look to the East
The color isn't pink, but relates to spring flowers
- How sweet is that- ?
It is one of my favorite colors, delicate and peaceful
The moon has led us with light through the darkness
It has moved the tides in the large, caressing sea
It has always been the inspiration for many poems
- and here is another one to be -
Heidi Sands
4/1/26
(C)opyright
“Illusory knowledge relates to what is outside, correct knowledge to what is inside. Try to know That which is more interior than the inside, That which is like water within the kernel of the coconut.”
Employing the dream analogy discern
that our true being is consciousness, the source
and as such is not this feeble body urn,
so shifting in within without use of force,
in time stretched tranquil silence in time we learn
that boundless grace of God is our sole resource.
Our awareness self-aware, at peace and still,
merges with the all by surrendering will.
No need to rush says Forest Green.
A green of keeping me in check.
This is a shade that plays no games.
Not a green if your goal is to wreck.
Forest Green is the color of shelter. As a Branch, I know this is true.
A green who does not raise its voice.
It relates to what I'm going through.
A brave shade, a green that does not run.
Unleashing its grip on the dark to bring in the sun.
This green is a promise it holds from ancient pain.
To honor it, I stand still and remain.
Today’s blessing is from an old Ojibwa prayer…
that can be prayed to any God
as it relates to all our human sisters and brothers:
Teach us love, compassion and honor
that we may heal the Earth
and help each other.
every word I write is a choice
as is every word I do not write
my pen can spark enthusiasm or inspire hope
with mere words she can invoke sad memories
whether the reader relates is not a concern for me
I write for me
writing is my therapy
it releases my own tensions and stressors
respecting tears swallowed deep down hard from childhood
when I lived with a mother who did not allow crying
Man to man
Is so unjust how men suffer
Yes man is the problem of man
Remember one man poison
Is another man food
So who is my friend
Yes who shall i trust
Man betray man
Man kill man
Man make man a slave
Man is jealous too
Is so unjust how men suffer
Man is greedy
Man is powerful yet
Power intoxicate a man
Man is the reason why man cry
Man to man
Is so unjust how men suffer
If only man respect man
Wars will be gone
If man is honest to man
Progress will never disappear in life
If man don’t manipulate man
Men will develop with the truth
If only man respect man
The evils of our generation will be abomination
Man is king
Man is powerful yet
The reason why
man die young relates with
Man to man
This is a form called a Pensee, but I deviated from the true form. Also, somewhat an example for my contest. I use Isaiah first as it relates to me then how I try to figure out my best trait. Soon we will be married sixty-three years, and I feel that God gave mankind a command to marry, love each other, be faithful, stay together, and have children so I have done that.
Free drinks
Water, wine, milk
Holy Spirit offers them
To a child at small church years past
He loved me as I was
Filled me
Now a clean pot
He saw some promise in me
Though I saw it not, so now search
For my positive trait
Loyal
Sticking, holding
Through good, bad, sickness and health
For sixty-three years stayed, prayed and loved
I obeyed God and man
Yellow daffodils upon a hill,
Standing strong in their will,
Letting their colors spill,
Filling the space with grace,
Brightening up the place,
Chasing the sun,
Having fun in the breeze,
A pleasing sight,
I stop to share my light,
They grow just right,
They don't fight or meddle,
Perfection in every pedal,
Deserving of a medal,
As I settle into the beauty before me,
Exploring how they came to be,
And how their life relates to me.
The daffodils on the hill,
Sending me chills,
As the thrill of life fills this space,
With its blooming grace,
A reflection of the sun's face.
One man destined for greatness
The Struggle
Fight for Civil Rights
Battle with opposition
Realign the divide of Separation
Determination for Freedom
Constitution for all Races
Civil Rights march
Strong Advocate Figure
Dignity Pride
Believing and Understanding
How it relates to CUNY MEDGR EVERS COLLEGE
Opportunity
Education advance
Being given a chance for high learning
Excelling in one’s goals
Theory into concepts
Preparation for success
Medgar Evers College being alum with their story to tell.
Have you fallen into the oldest of traps, before?
(A lone voice whispers)
Be Illuminated.
Don't be like the many and fall into a readers' mindset, and believe everything you read is true.
Be sophisticated and ingenious.
And when reading poetry, be conveniently adventurous.
Don't always think it personally relates to the author:
For that trap is the oldest of the old.
Going back to poetry's first beginnings.
Poets do sometimes relate their stories to be told, but generally, perhaps:
They're really creating secret escapes.
Imagery, emotions and landscapes, for those seeking shelter.
From the cold, unforgiving, light of just living.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
It can be
politically or personally
but it relates
to fostering change
on a grand scale
It comes with
great sacrifice,
determination and discipline
Can alter the
landscape of time
Be beneficial in
it's unique way
Goes against the grain
Does not discriminate
Stands tall amidst
the turmoil
Is a beacon
for the advancement
of civilizations
Can cost you
your life
Fondly the memories dissipated;
Nothing left but lost discerns and heartache;
Memories such one forgotten hated;
Gross bonding ne’ver more relates;
Away from sight darken light shuns low shines;
Letter markers express who’s laid to rest;
This who is beneath the grounds named so kind;
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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