It all
-for a weekend-
& how
We knew?
You took
The tea bowl
That I
Broke
In
Carelessness
To glue together
Again
At your
House.
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If my sorrow were deeper
the ocean’s floor;but today I learn that the oilthat pools beneath the ocean flooris essenceresidueremainsof all ourrelationsallour ancestors who have died and turned to oilwithout our witnesseons ago.We’ve always belonged to them.Speaking for you, hanging, weeping, over the water’s edgeas well as for myself.It is our griefheavy, relentless,trudgingus, however resistant,to the decaying and rottenbottom of…
Working Class Hero
My brothers knewThe things you know.I did not scornlearning them;It’s just my mindWas busy being trainedFor “Other Things”:Poetry, Philosophy, Literature.Survival, for a girl.But now,What a reliefTo see you understandThe waysOf horsesTheir shyness& hatredOfLoneliness:That you will notHesitateTo rescueAn old horse,Dying onHis feet&That you willCheerfullyWash him,Aged&IncontinentHeadToToe. MissingWith your bucket&RagNotOneHiddenCre viceAs heTrembles& weeps.What peaceTo seeRaising chickensDoes notMystify youandHot…
When you see water in a stream
water;When you see water in the riveryou say: oh, this is waterof the river;When you see oceanwateryou say: This is the ocean’swater!But actually water is alwaysonly itselfand does not belongto any of these containersthough it creates them.And so it is with you.
To change the world enough
of the poor.We experience your fear as the least pardonable ofhumiliations; in the pastit has sent us scurrying offdaunted and ashamedinto the shadows.Now,the world endingthe only one all of us have knownwe seek the samefresh lightyou do:the same high placeand ample table.The poor always believethere is room enoughfor all of us;the very rich never seem…
Let other leaders
To play golf& writeMemoirsAbout bombingVillagesThey’ve never seen.Growing oldPresents a perilThey may notExpect.It is to loseOne’s soulIn trivia& irrelevanceThe nerveEndingsBluntedBy the constantPressureOf moralIndifference.Growing oldA curse:Not evenGenerally speakingAbleTo relateTo whoeverSharesYour house. Not the mansionYou inhabitOn theLovely stolen hillAbove the seaOr the interior one:The darkenedDesolateShack.You want to grow oldLikeThe Carters;Curing blindness&Building housesForThe Poor;Making friends of thoseWho believeThey must…
The tree of life
I thought it was so much bigger!But it is not.There in the distance I see the mountainsstill.The view of vast water stretching before meis superb.My boat is grand and I still command the captainof it; not having learned myself to sail.But I am adriftwithout my tree of lifethat has fallen heavywithout grace or pityon this…
And not only drones,
This was a country,
For excellence known,
Life was not only,
A joke and a phone.
21st Century,
Enter a country,
That clones,
Bolshevik history,
With Socialist groans,
Birth of roped nation,
Rodeo of drones,
All come a riding,
Top of false domes.
Ashamed of my country
Ashamed of the ones,
That have cut us to pieces,
‘What a good job they’ve done! ‘
Goodbye to America,
As once it was known,
Now we can say,
‘We can never go home! ‘
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So much,
Dangerously so!Reflected in governmentsThat only DiscordanceAnd Indignity know,While disgustinglyThey proliferateAnd tentacles grow!To fool the people,Steal from the peopleLie to the peoplePosses their livesAnd martyrizeTheir soulsThinking they areTotal fools and idiotsAnd will never know…
A Poet’s home
Where all living beautyAnd endless possibilitiesExist,But where the impossibleIs sadly, embodiedBy a pen less and closedFist.
Better to view, poetically,
Ever, so unkind,Pathetically!Man writes his own,Tragedy,Not knowing how to control,His evil sentimentsAnd Vanity,Constantly, fooling others,To satisfy,His own, Insanity.
So many things to think of,
Please, just be grateful.When poems come your way.
Pain,
That does not start,When Love is gone,Happiness too,So hard to find,A Love all Yours,And when it’s gone,Closed are all doors.
Her name is Sylvia,
And makes us feel so grandI’m not impressedBy false largesse,But Silvia’s wordsAre, the sincerestI’ve ever known,She makes me feelSo humble,With the thingsShe says,She really thinks,My poetry swingsWhen, it must beOnly, the wind,That sings.So dearest SilviaPlease hearThis, my sincereBequest,‘I now declareThat my life you haveBeautifully enrichedAnd Blessed! ‘
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If you are suffering from the acknowledgement of it…
And can not free yourself from an assortment of beliefs,
There is nothing about truth you will accept.
Even if God answered your prayers…
You would still be in denial.
Preferring to align yourself with routine.
And not a deliverance with concrete meaning.
That would be too much reality!
Wouldn’t it?
You could not live without relying upon delusions.
Or an embellishment of your activities.
You’ve become accustomed to structure,
And dictation.
With a place to hide where you can go lie to yourself.
Concealed in neurotic freedoms.
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When does the teaching process end?
Starting the arrival of experience?And not far behind is a common sense,Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?It is there connecting all of this,Without a budge!Ready when needed.However…If a mind relies too much on books,To lead to a life reflecting what is written…As common as it may seem,A sense expected is missing.And if a mind…
Don’t be foolish.
Aren’t we living in a society,That welcomes free speech?‘Yes…But it seems to me that…’Next! ?‘I thought you said we live in a society,That welcomes free speech? ‘On paper.Not in reality.I’ve ‘earned’ my free speech.Haven’t you noticed how I select my words?Only ‘then’ are you free to do so as well.Next?I will take two more opinions,And…
If I did not miss you…
Convincing myself I hate you.And I would ‘never’ give you that satisfaction,Of knowing how much I am concerned.Because I am not!I could care less.Or give you the right to ‘think’You can live without me.What has happened between us,Has not left me tormented.Even though…That is what you wish for me to believe.That I am the one…
Looking for quantity over substance?
Seductions induced…To produce brains limited of depth.Accepted on surfaces entertained,They are!Even samples rejected,Disturbs and upsets!And yet…A nourished maturity does not occur,Without comprehended thought.With curiousity and a patience endured.There grows a lost production,Only availing damaged goods.And the price for this paid is obvious.Explanations go dismissed of this!Continued debates insist to assist decay!As a plummeting business,Remains misunderstood!A…
I’m not going to be anyone’s part-time anything!
They’ve allowed their children to be disrespectful and cuss.Demand attention with their ignorance.And I’m expected to condone this?Pretend it does not exist?As I’m being set up for someone’s romantic tryst?And I’m told one is going to bring her husband…While the other wants her lover to film all of this?And if I want…I will get paid…
If they were not as quick to attack,
To understand their dissensions,Without becoming offendedBy its appearance.To mend and end them.There would be less conflict,And more tolerance…Of which they prove there is none.Just as perceptions have no clarity of depth…They are left believing,Their self righteousness trimmed with arrogance…Is sought instead of rejected!And this is defended.Until a quality of life with its isolated inequities,Ends!Without a…
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To rank and critique.
As if my ego,
Would find a boost…
By the use of your techniques.
You insisted that I needed this.
And even today I agree I do.
The exposure to such pettiness…
Has kept me feeling blessed,
That what I have to offer
Does not need to pass your tests!
Remember…
You invited me,
To share my abilities.
And not feed from the offerings,
Of a constant flow of mindless BS!
That you claim is among your very best!
Please.
I am not flattered easily,
By insults!
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You must align yourself with reality.
Diminished!Gone.Not to come back.Where IS your focus at?You must stop and watch your tracks.Or contact the contractor,Who sold ‘you’ that ‘trip’ you bought!I can’t believe you don’t see,That dead end coming.As sure as can be!You are slower than I thought.When we paid for our fare together…Where were youWhen I and the others knew,Our tickets were…
By the time you have been effectively silenced…
And thought of it a brilliant idea.That should have happened sooner.But at that time…You had been opposed to suppression!
If ‘pop’ culture for us did not exist,
And ‘standards’ to uphold?Nothing else seems to be stickingTo an integrity long jeopardizedBy contradictions of fantasies,And capitalized ignorance fed to worship!Maintaining values sustained…Envied the world over!Pursuing to dominate,With the very best of ‘our’ garbage!
Mandatory awakenings,
Fading fast are thoughts from the past…And a firm grasp on delusions,Slip from gripsTo be tossed like trash.Minds are being lifted,To insights before unknown!And many will find themselves left behind…Trying to define their identities,When enlightenment is allThose shown will condone!Leaving concepts no longer existing…And those resisting feeling quite alone!Mentally blocked and forgotten.Roaming the Earth as…
Wherever you go…
I hope it’s in your heart,That God remains with you strong!I hope you know too…Only one God can only be!It didn’t take thousands of deities,To make one tree.Or new churches in construction,To make a single blade of grass.Nor repetitious scriptures learned…To erase misdeeds done fast!There is only the pursuit of truth.And recognizing there is only…
A few are going to be on one side.
And none will see the same parade…Or who controls what they observe!That has never concerned them anyway.Their eyes are prepared to fix on floats.And the redundacy of colorful marchers.And who cares if the vendor has no peanuts to sell…As long as someone sold cotton candy!
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Begin descending to fret…
All opportunity to correct this,
Has been exhausted.
Everything you own,
Will seem valueless!
Unworthy to be shown.
But all is not lost!
There has to be ‘some’ decisions you made
Pleasing your heart…
That did not require a purchase from the start!
To impress.
With a lease, rental or mortgage to digest!
If you are happy within,
With a peace of mind you can display…
What else is more satisfying than that?
Today…
Many are holding onto impressions!
Possessions they can least afford.
Accompanied by confessions that bore.
Today…
Many are abandoning their happiness in ‘things’!
Today…
If you are happy within,
With a peace of mind you can display…
Know today you can say,
What you have is completely yours!
And foreclosure or repossession,
Is not coming your way!
Today.
Not for what took you long to pursue.
Nurturing this to have it grow like it grew…
For you,
Today!
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Gimme that one!
And bring it here.Gimme that one.And make it clear,The tightened freshnessShould stay as it seems.Gimme that one!Wrap it up,And bring it here.Gimme that one.And make it clear,The tightened freshnessShould stay as it seems.Gimme no one fanatic.Or inclined to be dramatic.With no knowledge of love.Gimme someone who is romantic.One who still sings,Ecstactically.I must fulfill my virgin…
Awaken with love in your heart.
Those who choose to arm with armor…Aren’t as strong as the tree that is witnessed.Or the Sun that shines bright.When seen without weapons to defend..Even the laughter of children,Can melt a frigid shoulder!And as I grow older…I see the power of love maintained.With a strength that remains,To heal all woundsWhen the fields supporting battle…Have been…
One man has been in their presence,
However,Their policies have been eroding for decades.And yet a crisis that besets them…They claim he has caused.By exposing their flaws and misdeeds.This they wish,Those absent of a consciousness…Will accept and believe.Like all of their other excuses,Laid at someone else’s doorstep.
It’s okay if some have none.
Some live their entire lives,Having no clue what it means.While others believe it is a collection of things.That sit around waiting to be polished or dusted…Until the importance of that act,Bores!That which has substance also has quality.Even if ignored,It will maintain its intent and integrity of content.Its purpose has been defined.And there is a reliability…
What more could I have…
I could never feel ‘without’,Or express moments of doubt.I would…But I have figured out,You have removed those excuses…From me!I am through denying in my heart,What is true.Through am I with receiving,My own self abuse.And every day I am aware…My life is enriched,Acknowledging You are there!What more can I have?If I already have all of You.What…
That buck has been passed from one to another…
With nothing getting done!And now those who assisted in its worthlessness,Say they know how to turn things around.Instead of laying their divisive issues on the table…They rather see them placed on a ‘Lazy Susan’.Declaring this is a better way to ensure accountability!
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The storehouse of
All beauty dear.
And death
Can never touch
Life.
Here is love
And here is the time
To make life
All fine.
No virus
No disease can
Harm life.
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I saw life
And it askedWhat is the hurry?I talked to lifeIn my loneliness.And it said go onProgressing step by step.Leaving everythingTo the divineI am the last manTo live in.No magic is thereTo happen overnight.In my lonelinessI know life is taking timeTo bloom and I have toStand up by practice.
Wait there
Dear corona.You are not allowedTo touch any oneHenceforth.Here we areFrom this control roomWatching youAnd watching yourMovement all overThis earth.You can’t doAny harm to any oneYou are not allowedTo take away any life.We are all unitedWith humanity andFighting against you.Stay thereWhere you areDon’t proceed forward.
Why the poems are written by me everyday,
Relating to love and life and light.Make sure I am with the truth andThe truth is you.
Going up and up
Above and belowAnd all around.Staying cautiousI found the selfOn earth withNo dream left behind.
You are the empty lake,
Still, I see your faceLike the swarms of bumblebees,Your teeth like rows of beautiful swans.You are restless, disturbedAnd scattered and you areNot attentive to your works.
Snow and
All I knowSpread hereScented sprayWith solar statuesAnd I welcome youLaughter flying.
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follows your mind.
Thinking leads you.
Do not give into
emotions.
Be one with
your emotions.
Let not your
emotions rule you.
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At the center of our being
which is untouched by sinand by illusion,a point of pure truth,a point or spark whichbelongs entirely to God,which is never at our disposal,from which God disposes our lives,which is inaccessibleto the fantasies of our ownmind or the brutalities ofour own will.
Zephaniah’s warning
to turn the heartsof the people ofIsrael back to theLord their God,His warningwas clear.God wouldbring the mostterrible tormenton wicked men,who refused torepent and turn to God.‘I will bringdistress on men, ‘Zephaniah wrote,‘So they will walklike the blind,because theysinned against the Lord.(Ref: Zephaniah 1: 17ofTheHoly Bible)
Every human being
to God, will knowthat there is adimmer switchin God’s handsand that thereis a reason thatMother Teresawould write:‘If I ever becomea saint, I willsurely be oneof darkness.I will light thelight of those indarkness on earth.’(About Mother Theresa of Calcutta)
With joy-filled certainty
sing:‘By the word of theLord the heavenswere made, andall their host bythe breath of his mouth’ (Ps.33: 6):and again, ‘he spoke,and it came to be;he commanded,and it stood forth’ (Ps.33: 9) .’(Cosmos, which in Greek means order and arrangement, is the root ofthe word cosmetics.Therefore, the cosmos was, from the start, cosmetic: a beautiful,well-ordered, living…
Solomon acknowledged
to wise counselis prudent;companionshipis valuable, andfriends and familybring encouragement,in our passage through life.(Reflections from the bookof Ecclesiastes in the Old Testamentof the Holy Bible)
The mind concentrated
of interest, is undistractedby its own likes and dislikes;and performs efficientlythe work that is given it to do.In persons of feebleor diffuse intelligencehowever, this deepabsorption in the senseof Divine Realitymay easily degenerateinto monodeism.(This is a philosophical belief that posits that God exists as an uncaused First Cause ultimately responsible for the creation of the universe,…
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our being set
apart by God,
and set apart
to God and for God.
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There were many
to the Baptist’s callfor repentanceand John toldthe people tobelieve in the OneWho would come after him.Believe in the LordJesus Christ and youwill be saved!Believe in the Lamb of Godthe Messiah, who takesaway the sins of the world.
We are untrained
our armor is rusty,and we are out of shape.The strife is fierceand the warfare long,and, being confusedby the tricks of theenemy, we oftenlash out againstthe wrong foe.
He is beyond
and outsidethe limitationof matter andnatural laws.He is Who He is;He is all we needand in Him, we liveand move andhave our being.
You cannot develop
if you are an unhappyfailure type person.By pure self willor arbitrarilydeciding tobecome a newperson, youwill not achieve it.There should besome justificationwhich tells youthat your oldself image is wrongand a new pictureis needed to developa new self image.
Do you remember
blush with your kisses?Did you bringwith you nowgold and honey?Would you pourhoney on my lipsand make me wearyour golden necklace?
When we reject
to wander throughthe wilderness oflife relying on ourown abilitiesand our own powerinstead of Hissupernatural abilityand all-powerfulstrength to keepand to save.
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what is
happening
in your life
right now,
everything
will be over
and it will be
okay and fine.
Just be patient
and stay strong.
we are not alone.
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The artist’s role is not to teach
to find the truth and be in harmonywith it and to point beyondall objects into the silencewhere nothing can be said.The life and workof the artist and the mysticare consummatedwhen they are integratedwith his personand ultimate realityinto an organic, spiritual whole.
Just seconds into my day
feeling guilty.But that’s justthe beginning.I miss myworkout. Guilt.My mother calls.When I answer,she says, ‘Oh,I thought you wouldbe working by now.’She is right.I thought I would too,but I am late! Guilt.
Let the light
shine in the hearts.Guide us to yourglorious kingdom of love.May your love make uswhat you have called us to be.
We shallfocus
on the subjectiveexperience ofa state ofconsciousnessand its deviationfrom a normalwaking state.This is alteredmental state.
Lift yourhands,
Climb up atopthe highest mountainto touch the sky.One day you will realizeonly with the heartyou can touch the sky.
Consciousness
spiritualpart of us.So we can seenot only physical stuffmore clearly, but wecan also perceive thingsthat are non-physical too.
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are strong,
beautiful
and loved.
The pain
that you
may be
experiencing now
ends, be strong.
You experience
now the love of God.
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A real monk, a hermit,
person of this age,should know of his vocationof being called to affirm,achieve, and generatethis lived, original unity.
There were many
to the Baptist’s callfor repentanceand John toldthe people tobelieve in the OneWho would come after him.Believe in the LordJesus Christ and youwill be saved!Believe in the Lamb of Godthe Messiah, who takesaway the sins of the world.
Pray for many bodies
in the name of our God.Please prayerfullyconsider the requestto help the poorand the sick in your areawhere you are living.Do everythingfor the glory of God.Be acaring partnerin helping the poor.
Encourage the younger
to their sacred callingto fan into flametheir spiritual giftsand never to beashamed of the goodnews of Godfor it is the powerof God unto salvationto all who believe.
Poetry with its primary
rather than the congnitivefaculties, is a form of music.Contemporary musicianshave achieved effectand evoked responsethrough experimental forms,even resorting to nonform.
My soulmate
he is kind,gentle, honest,and funny.He makesme feel likea queen, isalways downfor adventures,and makes mefeel safe.I know fora fact he ison his way!(Living in imaginationand hope to findthe right soul mate)
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according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus
as in the Philippians 4: 19 we can read
Prayer journals are amazing tools
for tracing answered prayers,
but are not required to remember
where God has come through for us in our lives.
He is close to the brokenhearted,
and He hears our prayers!
Thank you for reading,
© Sylvia Frances Chan
All Rights Reserved
Sunday 9 August 2020
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Feast of Lights and lanterns….
is not the daythat a light is allowed to burn everywhere.Due to the corona virus,some safety regions do not recommendgoing through the doors.In other places the children do go singing lanterns along the doors, hoping to collect a lot of sweets.But what are we actually celebrating on this holiday?and who was Saint Martin?Just a fairy…
This is no fiction, but reality. This was God’s miracle again for me,
PARIS after the 12th of November?No one to blamethe Eiffel Tower?Never more the same,departure some hours later, no resemblancethose slight difference: terror in ignoranceforced to stay in Paris forevercould never see again your homeland, remember?no dreams anymore, constant nightmaresbut….WHO….yes! WHO cares? !you would never know, was it a curse or a bliss,oddly enough, I informed…
De Tweede Vijf Zinnen:
de wereld van esthetiekde wereld van aerobicstwee verschillende werelden blootgestelddit zijn slechts woordenzelfs geen gebeurtenis noch proza
Je hebt visuele talenten
door velen gezien en beaamdmijn kunst is Dichten,een grootste drukke mentale activiteitenvan het brein,voor mijn welzijneen rationele houdingschrijft vaak in uitermate afzonderingeen magnitudemet een preludetenminste met betrekking tot mijndiepgaand poëtisch kwatrijnhet is een geschenk van God, een productief boodschapgezegende emotionele vreugde, de constante heerschapwordt geleid door Mijn Man In Bethlehemwoedende chaos onder het bewind van…
Mumbai Bay
falls further awayin myriad of hindrances.January is not yet monsoon, my loved,the warm winds play in theirforgotten language nearest to the Queen’s necklaceyet at bay in MumbaiOn the west side,other winds areheavingBollywood grieving,along with the heaviest traffic jamwith speech accidentsonce clad in shades of peace, green, pink and blueI picked a taxi kept the shades…
Geen ervaring….
hij stuurt me een bericht om het te lezen,hij is jong en heeft geen ervaring,maar vraagt me,om zijn gedichten te lezen,ik las ook zijn gedachten!ik op dezelfde leeftijd op dat moment,vergat te vragen,aan oudere dichters om commentaar te geven op mijn stukken,er nooit over nagedacht,dus ik verwachtte niet,dat ik nu nog steeds componeer,en geniet nog…