More than hushed up refuges
A pooled water, stilly
Old, lickened benched as treed round.
Your inner depths can sound!
If not the samctums of monks
Breathe slow, too, with eyes shut
And alike, dim-lit, concealed
As holy; for what's healed.
I gathered Fragments — one by one —
As Sparrows pick the Wheat —
So small — the Truth — it seemed to me —
I scarce could call it — Sweet —
It once had glimmered — like the Star —
That trembles — on the Pond —
But Shadows — careless — trampled it —
And left no Light — beyond —
I set the Pieces — tenderly —
Upon my silent Mind —
And though they never fit again —
Some Purity — I find —
For Truth — once broken — does not die —
It lingers — in the Air —
A Ghost — of what we hoped to know —
Yet lovelier — for Despair —
Goodbye Joe!
Now the real job to cope
Is restoring hope
Where truths entwine
A legacy of choices, bitter vine
Sift through Joe Biden crime
And mend the fray
For a future
And brighter day
© daniel miltz
Differences aside
friendship is worth more
when we get along
Reviving my heart
restoring all inner faith
I'm at your mercy
Yang+Yin optimal health economics
fueling wealthy cooperative politics
Leads to less survivalist
Yang v Yin
Also,
Yang x Yin
multiplies SunLight x EarthPower
cooperative empowerment
fuels enlightening reiterations,
integrations,
creolizations
As Yang/Yin divides
separates
disintegrates otherwise win/win
healthy systems.
So, just a quick restorative justice question--
Let's imagine a homeless adolescent (Yang)
and an angry and resentful parent (Yin)
left behind
at what used to pass
as their peaceful white picket-fenced
house
home
habitat.
Do we assume the defiant
rebellious
often self-vindicating
PTSD and ADHD,
homeless adolescent
is typically at fault?
maybe?
Or
do we blame
and shame
the still housed adult
working one
or two
or three jobs?
Why not both
and why not avoid condemning
either Yang or Yin
Perhaps complicated
with trauma intergenerational histories
as old as slavery
and warrior rape
and tribal sacrifices
of adolescent trust
and beauty
and soul emptying absence
of win/win integrity,
secular intent,
sacred hope.
Day dreamer, dreaming
In the boat with no destination
Thinking of life restoration
In the middle of the sea with her relatives
Focusing on how to change their lives
Day dreamer, dreaming
Strong wind started blowing
Heaving rains started raining
Everyone in the boat was so confused
Praying to God to be helped
Day dreamer, dreaming
Everyone was so dissapoiting
No more choice to continue sailing
Without good destination of reinstallation
Turning back home became their best solution
March 28/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
A fine dinner
restores the spirit
Include dessert ~
bed and pillow near it
As You See —
Yes.
I
AM
Weeping…
And
At the feet of God
Wailing
Yes,
In God’s sight
My soul is groaning
Because
I am grieving
Into God’s hands —
These tears
From my spirit
Are shed…And
As you see it ~
Will take time
to
finish
their
streaming
Blessed
sequence
restoring
some
peace
—————————————————————————————————————-
(Written for myself & BJ Legros Kelley, my brother poet
mourning his sister’s passing on)
** I advise, Don’t tell someone, “Stop crying.”
Better, give a hug and say, “It’s going to be okay.”
Romans 12: 15, “Rejoice with those who rejoice;
mourn with those who mourn.”
(c) sally young eslinger 12/17/2022
Glory to God…
I reached down into the bottom of my soul
Where there were sordid, bitter memories
Of hearts I had wounded over years gone by
I sorted carefully, reviewing each to decide
Whether I’d let them continue to fester there,
Or, whether I’d make amends and restore ties
With friends I had shut out by my petty hurts,
Surprisingly, I discovered it was not they, but I
Who suffered from my unforgiving spirit.
I resolved that very moment to contact each
To say I’m sorry, forgive me, I was such a boor.
“Forgive me for allowing trivial differences
To come between us” and each was restored;
Soul cleansed, I’ve forgiven others and myself.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Edited June 26, 2022
Submitted to "Forgiveness" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
God's oral,
and Gaia's ancient ****
naturally spiritual laws
are win/win discursive,
not win/lose debating,
when climate polycultural conditions
are democratically healthy thriving
Not blaming,
judging,
shaming,
cursive,
as when monoculturing colonizations
of EurAsians autocratically
and kleptocratically sick
and barely monotheistically surviving
curiously endure inhumane denial
of runaway capitalist win/lose
LeftBrain dominant
straight white patriarchal
lose/lose ego/eco-fading systemic nihilism
Repression of ecowomanist mindfulness
lustiness
integrity
bilateral resilience
Suppression of post-traumatic climate stress disorder
Depression
of PolyCultural Sacred Law
for and of
humane sensory EarthTherapeutic Justice
Musical
mindfully mused
meditative medication
as Blue/Green
4/4
Who Are We For?
regenerative rhythmed
co-passioned
deeply resonant peace.
in my senses
I will provide urgent
settings...
I will offer my taste buds
novel orientation,
I will donate the flavors
that he desires and
the sensations that
so much dreamed...
to eliminate perverse routine
that corrupted half
of his wisdom...
To my nose
I will present with
essence magic
to fulfill his
need for years
smelling oil
burned...
My ears now
will be opened
to symphonies, to singing
of the birds,
to the heavenly voices...
To compensate
so much misinformation
sound...
My tact now
onwards, it will only touch
petals, flowers, velvet
and silk...to heal
the pains of this world
so rough...
Finally my vision
will only seek to eye
Babylonian gardens,
fields in Eden and
the Olympus of the gods...
Will lose memory
of the dark colors
from here, from below
horizon...!
Mend,
my friend…
Please, transcend.
Begin to bend…
with courage, defend
soul’s ache for Love to spend.
Free your heart; let arms extend
around this earth and back again!
Profits portend Divine dividend!
~*~*~*~*~
Rhyming Nonet written for contest.
Whoops! Contest was full....
Still, thought I'd post ;)
11/12/19
We are going to see a lot of changes, happen in the days to come
A time of serious reflection, into the many places we come from
As we are faced with challenges, we will stay united and strong
Everything good is worth restoring and we resist what is wrong
Patience is worthy, while truth and justice have a way to prevail
The time for celebration will make its way to soon set sail
We will live life to the fullest, breathe each gifted breath of air
Clipping clamps from our wings, fly above holdings of despair
And as we fly like eagles through the open sky, thanking Lord
We will know, the American Dream is not lost, but restored!
Heidi Sands
10/12/19
seams frayed and threadbare
rocking time till life to come
old clock once more chimes
4/1/2018
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