Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity.
Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two
The differences plain and simple in design
Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man,"
From First Man her origins taken?
Together strong and flexible
In time they find each in and as the other
Indispensible to humankind's survival
A perfect pair in God's blueprint for life
God's portrait as a dyptich,
Masterful, expressionistic, abstract and figurative
A little lower than angels, yet crowned in his glory
Strength and Kindness gifted to each one...
Yes in deed, God in plain sight of angels
made the two of them become as one-
Holy, wholly separate, inseparable, in mind, heart-
The children of His Love for Life
A vision for all to see-together his image on earth.
Together, one and one equals three
Aqua Marine. Just Musing on a Personal Journey of My Own.
30 March 2025
(First of a series on personal identity. :) )
Whether I choose this one road
Or the other,
Or whether I decide to go left
Or right,
Or even to stay awake at night
To admire stars
And to slumber during the day time
It should not matter
To anyone else
As long as
I harm and hurt none!
The way I choose to act
Springs from the attributes
That are inscribed upon my soul,
Having been given to me
By this one power
Made of subtle essence
That it can be perceived not
By our range of vision and thought!
And in the same way
That I act,
I know, that so shall the rest of the world
So,
Who am I,
Or who is anyone else
To deem it worthy
To point fingers and to be judgmental
When
Someday
We shall all swivel
As blindly as moths do
Towards some blinding light
Which shall be our mirror
Bidding us to understand
That we had all been the same essence
On Earth even if we inhabited
Different bodies!
He went to earth
To pay the debt of life
So we will learn humbleness
How to let go and repent
Embrace the pain and loss
Continue life in His grace
Heal the day we say thank you
Care to be the example of His goodness
Share love and blessing to each one
Because life is as silver as dime.
Chinese calendar, cycle twelve fine years
An animal assigned to each one without any fears
Ox, tiger, dragon, monkey, rooster and pig….
Each with their own personalities and traits so big.
I am a hare, he is a horse, and she is a snake.
Rat, sheep, and dog have arrived, make no mistake.
Astrologists study the traits and relay them back of course.
I am glad I am a dragon, and not a rat or a horse.
Were Caesar's physique and a psyche imperishable?
Did he gain gifts from sources that were ineligible?
Hadn't all his possessions been from the heavens, rather?
Should he, then, for tributes, bother the son of the father?
Should Jews pay taxes to the Romans? This was their question.
Didn't you, as the infinite, know their foul intention?
If you say, You should give, they would ask you, You knew, Why should
If you say, you should not, you knew you'd be misunderstood.
Pitying on their stubbornness, you called them hypocrites.
Their minds, like a troubled pond, were full of perception splits.
Though descended from heaven, weren't you a human citizen?
They knew that if you wished, you could have been the sovereign.
Give away! Give up! Give back to each one his or her right
In ignorance-filled obstinacy, you said, Do not fight.
Many years ago, I saw the arrival of several ships
They came with a smile and goods laced with their curse
In a short time, they gave multiple populations the clips
The curse ran longer than the promised verse
I have been in the ground with my people before they became a nation
I have seen them born, grown, and dead.
The air around them at their last moment was my gift for their parting vacation.
They will have their time to sleep in their afterlife bed.
This time, the air that escaped from their lungs of death came back
The sins of the murderers are now coming back on the people who have carried this practice
To all of the people who have fought the fight, I will give you slack
For all of you fighters, I have decided to take you into a caring private practice
I will spread to each one of you for your practice of false pride
Oh my, it will be a long ride
My mouth is just overflown with thanks,
All the love shown just filled up my tanks
Yet none was rhythmed by any band,
It's like mint money out of a bank.
Sweet words made my head too big to swell,
So, goodness can't be drowned by a yell,
That, it still got announced by the bell,
Like water echoes out of a well.
Love written as if hearts filled their pens,
Each stain on paper clean clear my pains,
Sôothing words set my heart free of chains,
So love can move faster than a train.
To each one that wished me happiness,
May you be daily filled with richness,
May far from your life be all sickness,
May you still achieve greater greatness.
Think, the Earth is round
Be kind to each one you meet
Each has own tumult.
Smile is contagious
Smile to each one you met
Smile you'll receive.
Shelly came running in with her heart on both sleeves
I am in love again! She yelled. Nothing new at Family Reunion McVees.
Shelly is always in love, she can fall in love six times a day.
She is an intense admirer too most men run swiftly away.
She catches some on the fly and hugs them way way too hard.
She has caught a TV repairman, a cowboy and a prison guard.
I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! She yells to each one.
Being chased by our cousin Shelly is not incredibly fun.
How beautiful you were
Your love flourished and did transfer
To us upon with ambitious dreams
And love for each did stir.
You flitted about, to each one nourishing
Not in discouraging but, encouraging.
To say, “It’s going to be all right.”
And the future is in your sight.”
With God's grace and never His absence.
You climbed the stairs into the arms with guidance.
And in His favor manifest love spellbind
Comfort to those you had left behind.
when God cooked a casserole
was found thrown up on a noll
out to each one would dole
A Thought stands alone; waiting, cold, and shivering.
Yay, succor from a Scribe, who against the slaughter of the innocent, and whose own thoughts are fair, places around the shoulders of the Thought a robe of ermine- this being a robe of magic- the magic and mystery of forefathers, and of footprints of children not yet born.
Now, Thought standing regally, spawns more thoughts,
And thoughts upon thoughts blossom like a tree with fruits;
Yay, tutti frutti, ample for a slice of fruit to be given to each one in the crowd.
And the crowd, eating the fruit, began to think,
And so more thoughts were formed.
Halt! Do pray.
While eating fruit one hears a rattle at the door.
Foreshadowing that the door has no lock, it opens furtively,
(my heart now pounding, inasmuch guests were not expected),
And enters with aplomb, a haughty trickster from the witche's lair.
The trickster grabs the ermine wrap from Thought,
And as quickly leaves the room with the beloved robe.
Once more, Thought stands alone, waiting, cold, and shivering.
How far did you ride your bike
In the summertime before they turned out the streetlights
With mates no matter the weather
To each one that you were tethered
Around to the local oval ground
Where you kicked the football around
Or to the beach on a summers day
Drinking from tap water along the way
There were adventures you never told
When your bravery was so bold
And your mother would have a fit
If she knew the facts of it
There was never enough time
But we used to fit it in just fine
And any case there was always the next day
When bikes were ready to go straight away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
They came
They marched
They honoured
Their newly crowned monarch
on Coronation Day
King Charles the third
and Camilla his Queen
in the Golden State Coach
the World for to see
Their marching
Not one single foot out of place
Their music
Was truly spectacular
So before they go
I hope they know
to each one I say
on this auspicious day
~
despite the rain
~
despite the cloud
~
Today I felt so very proud
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FOR NO ONE DOES IT BETTER…
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Written on 6th May 2023
After witnessing King Charles 111 and Queen Camilla’s Coronation
and the incredible feat of the marching troupes who were truly spectacular
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1217 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th Place in Brian's PREMIERE contest
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