#testing - Hello Poetry

Contentment and contention, met me where I was musing using confidence in certain adages, regarding peace in plentitude, measured for worth, homeostasis, wise home, home, at last, the idea, achieved. Bleibe doch, this is Earth, I can make it here. And, having made it, I have it made, waiting is grokking a rock, feeling earthy, ****** otherwise content as content can seem, solidstate amenable. Two minds met with opposing force, for right, in a chirally complex differential power train, left real historic human revolution ringing shame and blame, who uses the gold, who uses the lead? Settle with me for a measure, what I have I spend, it's only time, I hear, and I am wasting it being me, happy enough to share haps on occasion, we meet, my contentment entity and my uncontented wish pit, where all our selfish prayers rest, at best, all folded up, and safe as wool in cedar, to be put to use in Heaven, boy, won't we have ourselves some fun, you betcha. Son of mankind, inclined to bet one does have some worth to God, some worldly worth to life itself, to truth, per se, free from fear of death, born again, given a measure of faith, as the only evidence bearing witness, good trees fructify while perfectly content, good enough as the pecans all fall on the same day, as the katydids crawl out the same night, as the clouds that warn of hurricanes appear we can rest assured, we see with ***** Crosby, the best mind state, blind, faith, the substance of things hoped for, such as days with nothing needing doing, days aside realizing peace is possibly easiest best contest in terms of contention with discontents who have a legitimate cry before the judge of the world, we who measure degrees of good or bad, by how well we work as we use a measure granted generally for nothing, we balance this and that with the beam in our own eye, indeed, to accept great gain, as that which is plenty enough to share, half is better than none, as is some peace, on a Saturday in November, anywhere, better than none.

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Nov 8, 2025

Nov 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Great Gain, good enough, ratio

Contentment and contention, met me where I was musing using confidence in certain adages, regarding peace in plentitude, measured for worth, homeostasis, wise home, home, at last, the idea, achieved. Bleibe doch, this is Earth, I can make it here. And, having made it, I have it made, waiting is grokking a rock, feeling earthy, ****** otherwise content as content can seem, solidstate amenable. Two minds met with opposing force, for right, in a chirally complex differential power train, left real historic human revolution ringing shame and blame, who uses the gold, who uses the lead? Settle with me for a measure, what I have I spend, it's only time, I hear, and I am wasting it being me, happy enough to share haps on occasion, we meet, my contentment entity and my uncontented wish pit, where all our selfish prayers rest, at best, all folded up, and safe as wool in cedar, to be put to use in Heaven, boy, won't we have ourselves some fun, you betcha. Son of mankind, inclined to bet one does have some worth to God, some worldly worth to life itself, to truth, per se, free from fear of death, born again, given a measure of faith, as the only evidence bearing witness, good trees fructify while perfectly content, good enough as the pecans all fall on the same day, as the katydids crawl out the same night, as the clouds that warn of hurricanes appear we can rest assured, we see with ***** Crosby, the best mind state, blind, faith, the substance of things hoped for, such as days with nothing needing doing, days aside realizing peace is possibly easiest best contest in terms of contention with discontents who have a legitimate cry before the judge of the world, we who measure degrees of good or bad, by how well we work as we use a measure granted generally for nothing, we balance this and that with the beam in our own eye, indeed, to accept great gain, as that which is plenty enough to share, half is better than none, as is some peace, on a Saturday in November, anywhere, better than none.