Rules:
1. Never forget who left you.
2. Never respond immediately.
3. Talk less as possible.
4. Walk slowly but never backward.
5. Speak less about yourself.
6. Never show your emotions.
7. Be calm in every situation.
It is the Mind’s own Meadow —
Where Tempest loves to play —
A Creature — calm — till Reason blinks —
Then — tosses Wrath — away —
The Will — a frail Commander —
Upon a surging Sea —
Who charts the Waves — with trembling hands —
Yet begs — for Clemency —
Desire — the subtle Siren —
That hums beneath the skin —
And whispers — “Yield — just once, dear Heart —
No harm — in little Sin” —
To Master — such Rebellion —
Requires a sweeter Chain —
The Soul — must bind its Longing —
And smile — through mortal Pain —
Social Media;
Perfecting Hysteria.
Push button Reply;
Gas lightight the why.
Sticks and stones...
Blood and bones...
Reds and blues...
Roaring 'Boos'...
Silence begets silence;
Speech yields violence,
Passion to fight,
Stomping the blight.
Stuck in motion;
Ignoring all notion.
Frantically turning;
All paths churning.
Ground faulting;
Conscience halting.
Lies swirling;
Truth curling.
Confusion surrounds;
Chaos abounds.
Champion humility;
End the futility.
Plug the ears;
Muzzle the fears.
Pause the trigger;
Quell the vigor.
Close the eyes;
Unveil the guise
Force the thought;
Lest be bought.
From fast food Trump chooses to eat
Congestive heart failure’s his treat
We’ll wince as this slob
Grows more like the blob
With gross swollen ankles and feet
What we hear
What we say
What we remember in our way
What goes in?
What comes out?
What we show when we are in doubt
What we think
What we feel
What is fake from what is real?
What we smell
What we touch
What tells the body it has had too much?
What we swallow
What we know
What helps or stops things that might grow?
What we inhale
What we expel
What is deflected and repelled?
What is soiled?
What is clean?
What is the spectrum that is seen?
What is open?
What is closed?
What gets stopped when we let things go?
What is caught?
What is released?
What channels seal our inner peace?
What is discussed?
What is believed?
What gets through to let us breathe?
I swore I'd turn and back away,
Resist the call, from the lurking flay.
For the life of me, I could not allay the stay!
Before me lay a morsel, a mere tit bit.
A taste I took, another, another, but could not scoff remit,
For the life of me, I could not help it!
I told myself to turn away, to quell the surge.
To resist the temptation with a denial's purge.
For the life of me, I could not resist the urge!
Danger lurked, the danger warning plain to see
Alas, the hurt to me was not meant to be.
For the life of me, I could not flee!
For the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out.
Why was my will so weak, and prone to doubt?
That my life was so worthless, such a sellout!
Self control, God knows, is difficult at best…
Especially when rebellious is the
self possessed.
I've put myself in corners,
I'll be grounded till pigs have wings
I can't even tell myself what to do, it seems.
Self control is
Everything; its
home is the heart.
Fudgy was Pudgy
little too much pudding pie
damn that stuff is good
whims may become a blessing or a curse
pushing one toward certain ruin or worse
drinking from the deep well of evasion
well versed in dark practices of persuasion
fixating on dreams of what ought to be
avoiding what mirrors reality
totally free of social encumbrances
in spite of what the best assumption is
wandering through this life oblivious
hiding from anything too obvious
urge to be free of all expectation
jumped right into without hesitation
do not question need to swallow it whole
subtle art of self-induced mind control
I
We invite sadness when bad news shows up
It is the polite thing to do
Unless you have divine help, guard up!
Yes, variety is good. Upbeat is boring good
So many bloodbaths have taken their toll:
that thinking about it brings me to tears.
And too often, has sin tainted my soul;
for me to find God in my later years.
I still see the wild animal in Man
that history confirms was always there.
Although we deny the truth when we can,
human atrocities are everywhere.
Genocide and blatant brutality
are fueled by Man's primitive urges.
And when faith imbues immorality
with religious might, chaos emerges.
Human beings supposedly have a soul:
yet we've failed to demonstrate self-control.
RoseAnn Malone resolved to lose weight.
She made a list of foods to forsake.
She did well 'till week four
eating more than before.
Airlines had to bill her at the freight rate.
R-age, hate, and anger
A-re the same emotional
I-ntent against love;
N-ever ever let your mind
E-nd up losing self-control.
Topic: Birthday of Xyrene B. Lota (April 17)
Form: Acrostic Tanka
Your mama is
Your mama said.
Your mama wears
All you have to do at my
school is say your mama,
and world war seventeen begins.
Those two words instantly
throw children into
fighting mode.
The fourth grade teacher and I
both tried to talk the children
out of this mind frame yesterday.
The mamas were waiting in the
office today to ambush us about it;
in fighting mode within fifteen minutes.
So much for "you don't have to tell your
mama's everything". Add that to cellphones
and we are talking World War Eighteen.
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