Kindness

Fabulous, curious adventures

Remember the way he made us feel?

Like a friend.

Gentle, soft-spoken, honest, kind

The world be a better place!

Shared stories, serving

The good neighbor

Human kindness,

The single most important thing

What he cared about more than any of that

is human kindness.

Visioning exercises for the day

Think about who he would see at work.

Who would he see at lunch.

Who would he see at a meeting that afternoon.

Be prepared to be as thoughtful and kind as he could be.

Exemplar of human kindness.

Unique perspective and opportunity

to spread his message of love and kindness and acceptance.

Every word of his message was carefully chosen and crafted.

Friend, neighbor

Someone they could trust.

 

A Country Break

Moonbeams cannot break through the fog,

so dense it blankets the surrounding firs,

that damn concrete dock, and it’s uneven plane. 

Hobbling I try and fail to reach the shelf holding my canteen. Oh well.

Instead, coffee warms me in the hush before dawn breaks. 

What is it All For

What is it all for,  what is all this really for?

For things I’m told,  though the world provides for us in a mysterious way.

Reach out your hands.

We have to make money so we can eat,  that is true.

Plant a garden and watch it bloom.

We must pay bills to have heat,  it is called fire wood.

What about water,  it is called natural Springs, the wood will heat it so we may bathe,  and cook as well.

What is all the rush for?

Who will own the nicest biggest home,  and the nicest car to drive,  maybe I’m living out of my time.

What will happen if someday the economy crashes down?

What will Millions of people be left with?

Rushing off to work,  listening to the boss man yell. Some tales I could tell..

There is whole lot more to life than this,  I call it spiritual life,  planting a garden, my bliss.

All this stuff we cannot take with us on our next journey.

So what is all it for?  Just to have the best in life,  well my family,  and friends, and root and trees, the flowers and buds. The home I have is enough.

Cause when I leave this world,  I leave my  family legacy, and that’s all I need…

C. Burgess (c)

 

Declaration of Independence Erased

Poem Twelve

Declaration of Independence erased

 

Self-evident men create

their Creator and Happiness.

 

Men come destructive.

 

Government should be changed

for light and transient causes.

 

Mankind’s evils are sufferable.

Train abuses in a design to reduce right.

 

Throw future security to the present King of Great Britain.

Usurp the establishment of these States

to prove wholesome pubic good.

 

Representation to tyrants only.

Bodies place uncomfortable depositories with manly firmness.

 

Original below…

 

Declaration of Independence (in part)

 

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Hour 12) 09.30-10.30am. PROMPT, facebook challenges issued by 3 friends

challenge accepted

we live in an age where orangeclad
stiltwalkers strut city blocks
executing yellowshirted bears
for no other reason than
the colour of their clothes

where single mimes smuggle
salmon to work in their overcoats
so they have someone to talk to
while they shop for silence
on their packed lunch breaks

or perhaps alarmingly where sleep
deprived mask makers in the early
hours of dawn sniff the saddles
of their wife’s puppet’s bikeseat
to discover the odour of burnt cathedral bell rope
                                                                                               up
breaking into fragments, like thoughts               adding
sadly subtracting … when all around you are

NB: after struggling to load the erasure app for 25 minutes (flash was playing up) … I decided to abandon the official prompt & try to accommodate three of my facebook friends’ (I use the term lightly, given how obnoxious their challenges) requests for things to put in a poem. This surreal piece of nonsense effectively includes every single request (16 in total) … if perhaps at the risk of the poem making any sort of sense. Though I suppose I could pass it off as a dream poem & Bob’s my male relative.

“The Voyage Out”

The sun going down. Dusk saluted. As usual,

by instantaneous sparkle of light.The hours between,

were always difficult to kill.

Night.

 

The dance further tarnished by the dissipation. Certainly in the opinion of those who lay,

in the middle.  With coffee beside them, and their cigarettes.

Unusually dull.  The women, unusually dressed.  The men unusually distributed,

an hour ago.

 

Either of the two – As every person.

Received, now engaged.  Seemed hard, and prompted the caustic remark,

that fed.  Their silence. He said.

Reminded

 

of the silence, in the house.  When each held – a lump.

Stimulated by this.  Liken some –

to canary birds, to swine, and to loathsome reptiles.

Curled round, decayed bodies of intermittent sounds.

 

Now – a throat clearing

a patter of conversation, just declared.

If you stand- when being mauled.

these comparisons, did not rouse

who, after a careful glance around the room

fixed eyes, upon native spears.  So ingeniously arranged.

Their points clearly oblivious.

Whereupon, perceiving. That

 

mind completely blank.  Fixed attention

more closely upon fellow creatures

too far from them to hear what they are saying.

Pleased. To construct little theories

from their gestures and appearance.

 

 

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

 

 

Those Choices

Those Choices
Virginia Carraway Stark

Beautiful
Ascended
A thousand times I died
Promising to return
I saw no reason not
To keep away from the other side
Because
It seemed like giving up
And I didn’t want to leave the stage

-plus there was this promise I had made-

I wasn’t afraid of leaving
But saw no need to go
So I linger on
Despite
The
Beautiful
Ascended
World that there is beyond
The Universe is kind to us
It lets us fundamentally decided
We might regret
Our choices later
It might seem a disservice was committed
It does a world of wonder
To handle some starlight
and remember how
Beautiful
Ascended
Those choices are always there
If we ever want to make them
Dying is always there
Living is always there too
The better gift of the two
The harder gift to take
We must be brave and we must
Never forget
The scintillating joy we felt
When we chose the light within
and to return that self same light
to the world we walk

Prompt 16, Hour 13

Open a dictionary. Pick out an unusual word. Let your poem define that word without ever using the word itself (except perhaps, as the final word in the poem.) You may choose to use the word as your title if that works for you.

Credit for this prompt goes to Donna Meyer,