.
due respect
regard eve
hernself
it be nap'er'noon
thus
softly tramp'd
mine
(tuh capture mine think
'pon slip)
past limp
her
'cross laundry
thuh
into mine study
tap'em
.
first 'twere
thuh down
slide
them stairz
thar
mine eyne
shock'd
"edvard
up boy"
here
hern strip
did
thus mine
uhp uhp
yuhp
each mine
tread
bulge'n eyne felt
climb'did
uhp
*yuh can't make this vision up
it 'tweren't mine ,)
.
down thuh nymph’s
spine
mine patient
duke’s digits
thick
sluggishly
strut
.
tuh snap hern switch
that hip
camber'd
for mine excite
right (me meant
i
write ')
Look around for someone or something that you Love; Carry out an act of random kindness towards them (during panic attack).
Think about how much you appreciate the person, animal or object. Think about how lucky you are to have them. Go to them and do something kind for them, they don't have to know why.
If it's an object, go and hold it; appreciate it - clean it up, or re arrange it.
If its an animal, give them a big hug, give them a stroke and a maybe a treat...
If its a person, carry out an act of random kindness towards them, and hug them too if you can.
In short - give away love (mid panic attack) and appreciate any who will receive it.
Put all your attention on the person / animal, object you appreciate, and think about how much you appreciate and love them, instead of the temporary feelings of terror - (which will soon pass)...
Think about how lucky you are to be with the one, or object you love; and think about what you could do for them, as an act of selfless kindness - from a place of love.
This is selfless service - or drinking from the holy grail... metaphorically speaking;
This may help some... ?? Best wishes, U.P
Focus on the space between breaths.
Repeat this rhythm...
Breathe in for 1-2 seconds,
hold your breath for 1-2 seconds,
breathe out for 1-2 seconds,
hold it out for 1-2 seconds, (repeat)
Focus only on the breathing for the first ten breaths.
As you go with this rhythm, try to move your attention away from the breath itself, and place it into the 1 or 2 second gaps between breaths.
The aim is to have our full attention on (and in) the gaps between breaths - even as we are breathing in and out.
To take it one level higher - is to have your attention in these gaps at all times, during your normal breathing in everyday life, and spot them in other places too.
You can lookout for gaps or spaces between words in writing; or poetry for example... you could hold your attention there, from time to time, to get practice - instead of just focusing on the words.
There are spaces between physical objects and words, either spoken or written. Spaces between your thoughts.
Spaces between breaths...
And spaces in other places ??
Be spacious
U.P??
Lay aside self-fulfillment
Take on servanthood
Do the will of God
Exercise enduring faith
Believe apart from signs
Worship in spirit and truth
Develop spiritual vision
Be a sower and a reaper
A mind craves stimulation
especially as it ages
Without a kick in the head
(once in a while)
The indoor plumbing may shut down
Your experience in today
Change is not to be brought forth
Journal and starvation are framed
One mustn't and must speak
Afforded
The free press is after force of entry
Into location as advertised
"presidential crimes"
Can't is military discipline
Poverty is defined as can't
The United States can't unite
A document of a dollar in the poverty
The war is lost
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Don't go shopping for prescription glasses
when you're mad at your boss.
You'll end up coming home with
don't f*ck with me glasses
that you'll regret!
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Tip Of The Iceberg
Millions losing jobs.
Artificial Intelligence.
Software development.
A reality check.
Knowledge is burning up the world.
No confidence toward the future.
Tip of the iceberg.
Recognizing the end is near.
A I is our replacement.
Rapidly torrent with no reverse.
Mankind is dying.
The work-force is dwindling.
It’s in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Machine Gods to mechanical overlords.
With no place to escape.
They have stolen our identity.
A soulless society.
Tomorrow is uncertain.
A bar code on the flesh is on the horizon.
Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue,
melts like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet on my hungry lips,
pouring confessions in breathless whispers, a dance of endless desire.
I pull her closer, white-knuckled on silk sheets,
intoxicated by the ecstasy between her thighs, a paradise lost and found,
a pleasure so intense it hurts, an echo of unshared desires.
Let me worship, adore this altar of the senses,
let me destroy and be destroyed, lose myself in your depths,
for in this ruin I find rebirth, in this chaos, the sought-after peace.
Poetry Tip 101
(A lone voice whispers)
For a dash of exquisite fun
Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery.
So all those within your prose's proximity:
Can enjoy its delicious delivery
(C) Copyright John Duffy
MARTY KING
sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow
golden maturity feels so ocean fresh
traces of lavender calms the vibe of overbearing reality
though time continues to be rebellious and uncaring
you provide a blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity
everything slows down
your beautiful smile on my life feels so good
SHENIKA SIMS
sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow
knowledge, wisdom, and understanding freshly waters the vines of my personal growth
the sage burning in the air of everchanging times relaxes me to calm cool contentment
though time continues to coldly resist and frigidly obstruct
you provide the throw blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity
everything feels copable
your beautiful heart's seashell rhythm in my right ear feels so good
how to be
while i am offer out of your tongue
spoken past
today no cast
mold in the dye
laughter and decaying denile
locked in a single soaring, owner
prevailing gumption
detailing winded engine
haunts of limber war
hauling the desert core
i seek and ask of neither bother
nor trolling auctioneers limbs
in a midst, a twist and astair
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