That's Just Propaganda
-For You To Feel More-
Guilty, Because You Know
You Are Guilty, In More And
More Ways, Because You
Know You ARE Guilty,
DEPENDING Upon How
You Look At It... More Ways
To See It, More You Did (Or
Didn't) Say Or Do...
GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY !!!!
It WAS Up To YOU!
***
Bliss Is An Idea To Be Aware Of...
Appreciated, NOT Ignored...
The More You: Don’t Know.
Followed By A Stupid:
Self-Satisfied Sigh.
See?
-Gray Squirrel
06-29-2026
I saw a man standing by the road
He was bedraggled and beaten down,
I passed him by, afraid to share my empty seat
And thought how sad we have come to this
In our self-satisfied want for nothing,
Afraid, because we hear horror stories
About those who have helped strangers,
Denying ourselves the opportunity to bless.
And, thinking of him, I must confess
Our modern age is filled with many dangers,
But we need to take stock of our inventories
Of good deeds, what to the table we bring
Wrapped in our cloaks of not-my-business,
My life is so pleasing, well-ordered, and neat
Why put myself out for some lowdown?
When I realized many helped me with my load.
written March 28, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
Squirrels are scampering over the back yard
Finding the stashes they missed during winter,
Looking very self-satisfied and accomplished
Tails shimmering, signs of mating energies.
Seems rather early to me, but they know
More than I about the approach of early spring,
And the necessities of early reproduction, while
Branches of the sycamore are bare and waiting,
While they seek out the sturdiest places
In the crotch of limbs where no cats dare climb.
Before they nest, I think they are holing up
In large pile of leaves I left along the fence row
This year because I heard they generate heat
For small animals during the cold winter nights.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand Contest
written February 27, 2022
Fra Baccio Bartolomeo
left many altar pieces on show
people having double chins& chubby cheeks
the self-satisfied look he did seek*
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/bartolomeo-veneto
I see the wary, self-satisfied leer as you approach
because I carry on my right shoulder
the expensive leather bag my wife gave me
for Christmas three years ago
when the doctor said “Don’t put stuff
in your hip pockets!”
Stuff, it seems, forces one’s spine to shift
In ways spines are not supposed to shift.
Your sneer tells me you think it so qu*eer
for a man to carry a purse –
[deep inside you may wish you had one]
My sweet, loving, caring wife has been gone
now for three lonely years,
Only special memories I have remain, like when
I said, “Are you kidding? I can’t go around
carrying that thing over my shoulder!”
“I do,” she said.
She packed everything I could possibly ever need
wallet, checkbook, toothpicks,
fingernail clippers, pens and pencils
Proudly she walked beside me
while I learned
to carry my murse
with confidence.
So, when I see you I smirk
I say to myself, “What’s it to you, jerk!”
She unleashed them easily,
dropping them onto their noses,
as they fell off her coattails as easily
as spiders are shaken off a slippery web
“Bye!” she said, pretending it was not
“Forever bye” which it was, although
they usually did not catch on until years later.
She had her ways, desires, and attitudes.A
Persnickety about them, she did not hesitate to release
Those who disagreed, annoyed, or irritated.
Relatives were not sacred, they were discarded as well.
Without apology she would block them,
unfriend them, and forget them.
Opinionated and self-satisfied, she knew
What kind of people fed her soul.
She collected the dreamers, lovers, and laughers.
Surrounding herself with ideals and ideas
Rather than gossip mongers and rumor-spouters.
Without an apology, she created a new family
And her ultimate satisfying happily forever after life.
Nervous flutters, against reaction
Emoting apathy, of mass inaction
Views: judges deemed pernicious
Evasion of truth, is more precious
Reeking, of dumbed-silent perfidy…
Self-satisfied, connoisseurs...
Acceptance of flat contours...
The strivings - perfunctory
Its contrived soul's victory
Startled mute or the astute?
Failed words/candid pursuit?
In thoughts turning caustic
Evasiveness begets a static
Death's when a brain stops…
(1/27/2021 - '85 Sea Ray 340 Sedan Bridge; DMS)
I see the wary, self-satisfied leer as you approach
because I carry on my right shoulder
the expensive leather bag my wife gave me
for Christmas three years ago
when the doctor said “Don’t put stuff
in your hip pockets!”
Stuff, it seems, forces one’s spine to shift
In ways spines are not supposed to shift.
Your sneer tells me you think it so *****
for a man to carry a purse –
[deep inside you may wish you had one]
My sweet, loving, caring wife has been gone
now for two lonely years,
Only special memories I have remain, like when
I said, “Are you kidding? I can’t go around
carrying that thing over my shoulder!”
“I do,” she said.
She packed everything I could possibly ever need
wallet, checkbook, toothpicks,
fingernail clippers, pens and pencils
Proudly she walked beside me
while I learned
to carry my murse
with confidence.
So, when I see you sneer
I say to myself, “What’s it to you, jerk!”
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
DECIMA WRAXALL
Sensual Steampunk Sally
Metals clanging as she walked
Slight peek of white eyelet lace
Black thigh high stockings
Matched her confident swagger
And self-satisfied look
We pirates watched in admiration
As she commandeered our ship
Stealing our breath and making us go weak
Who is she? Someone asked me
I dared not think of her at all
Afraid I would melt
o in the big market of universe
I didn't find any salesman,
I didn't find any wholesaler,
I didn't find any company / agent
who sells and makes the happiness- peace
if there is anyone
I'm the first buyer
but no one still I found
no one still informed me about this
o I'm not disappointed seeking this
I’m not distressed hunting for this
but I came back to me
and I come back again and again
I seek myself; I find out myself
out to inwardly
there I find the happiness-peace
which lives in my self-satisfied mind
which lives in my demandless self-bliss
-December 31, 2019 CTG, BD
Within our Green Sanctuary
extensive proposal-writing family:
When did universal political salvation
become a uniform economy of non-redemption?
When did worshiping Earth's Divinity
become celebrating humanity's Humanism?
When did unitarian win/win webs
wombs
root systems
eggs
seeds
umbilical cords of compassion's DNA nutrition,
living forests,
dynamic oceans,
multiculturing climates,
robust atmospheres,
harmonic communions
resonant re-creation stories
become smug and self-satisfied win/lose evolution theories,
supported by side by side religious walls
of mutual theology-trumps-ecology exclusion
of right-brain felt inclusions?
When will we universal-leftbrain and rightbrain-unitarian nondually notice,
Yang with Yinclusive,
EgoPatriarch with EcoFeminist appreciate,
that "ecological exclusion",
like "military cognitive/emotive win/win intelligence"
is an extended anti-family oxymoron?
Both left-brain dissonant
and right-brain longing for healthier resilient resonance?
When do we remember
to celebrate competitive win/lose Labor Day
by growing
and demarginalizing
and uncommodifying
cooperative win/win grace-filled Play Day?
Emotional intelligence
is best watered
with transparency
and fed through vulnerability.
Vulnerability becomes accessible
through practicing win/win courageous expectations
even in the most enduring partisan win/lose spaces,
secular and sacred
Transparency becomes articulate
through practicing multicultural curiosity
active and benign and free of prejudgment
and western white straight male
military-industrialized,
sometimes too fat and monoculturally self-satisfied
to become more than tolerant,
throwing outbound left-brain dominant
impatient-worded weapons
where right-brain interdependent active curiosity
listening tools
and win/win moderating skill-sets
for watering left-cognitive
and right-emotive
polyphonic intelligence
might foster rational reasons
to support resilient ego/eco-health care,
Receiving and giving balanced economic
ego-logos/eco-mythos
emotional intelligence,
emotive motives
best curiously watered
with courageous transparency
and fed through con-celebrated vulnerability.
Newspapers
I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.
Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian
It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric views
but it has – the paper- gone down it
is aimed at the affluent
and those who play golf and the little they have of news
is invariable right winged and that is sad, and I think of any more
good dammed self-satisfied than the English community here
but the paper has its use some supermarkets give it away
for free and it is an excellent way to lit the fire in the winter.
But I lament the passing of the Guardian as broadsheet it was
more liberal than it is now and it wasn`t Russia-phobic
I read the Guardian in line every day as it is their politics
and their harping harridans aside a good newspaper.
But I`m getting off the point which is that what is written
on papers endures what’s on internet Internet disappears in a cloud.
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