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Jill Sep 2024
What was your crime?
Was it heinous,
Or trifling?
What was so bad that could leave you like this?
Was it hard at the time?
To sustain us,
While stifling
-- all of the feelings that couldn’t exist?

Was it too vast a weight
To be wielded
Unaided?
Or was it too great for an army to bear?
Too small to relate
Or too shielded
Spoil-shaded?
To understand all that was happening there

But I’m no longer small
Or at least
I am older
I’m ready to know what was tethering you
Or chasing you down
Like a beast
Or a soldier
With a thin sheen of orange, when green wouldn’t do

It’s okay to tell me
Exhibit
Or model
Emotions, by spoonful as heavy as lead
To let it all out
To live it
No bottle
For weeping, and raging, and mourning the dead

Still neither we know
How to feel
These things safely
The throat-ripping scream that may never quiet down
The full force of hate
That’s so real
To me lately
The terrible fury no bottle can drown

The shocking events
That founded
Those feelings
The violence and panic-lashed vigilance born
Their timbre makes sense
Compounded
Their meanings
No piece their experience doesn’t transform

But why such deep shame?
Some misdeed
Or error?
Your fault that’s a focus for manifest wrongs
The heightening frame
Of this need
Is as ever
Pointed internal where mercy belongs

It’s okay, I know
Self-kindness
Is fleeting
More tricksy than empty-glass, bottle-stirred glee
Emotions may flow
In rightness
Repeating
       The heinous, the trifling, transfigured care-weightless
       The self-sighted shame now silk-slightful and shameless  
The criminal pardoned and duly set free
©2024

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (heinous) date 22nd September 2024. “Heinous describes things—such as acts, deeds, or crimes—that are hatefully or shockingly evil, or in other words, deserving of hate or contempt.”
  Sep 2024 Jill
Nick Moore
Every time I gaze Upon this Scene,
It's like I'm living inside a dream
Those eyes,
What thoughts behind?
Oh
To see
Inside you're mind

Waters flow around you,
Course towards
Cold depths,
Distant sound of shallow breaths

Lifeline
Now
Thinning,
You're voice
Can be heard,
Still
Singing

Hands in abbhaya mudra position,
Flowers still held,
Fate has a mission

On you're journey,  
No fear
Is
Shown,
Everyone gone,  
Now
All alone

Lost love
Drove you to this,
The contract,
Has been sworn,
Not death
But reborn
Inspired by the paintings of John Everett Millais.
The abhaya mudra is a hand gesture that symbolizes protection, peace, and the dispelling of fear. It is also known as the "fearlessness gesture" because the word abhaya means "fearlessness" in Sanskrit.
  Sep 2024 Jill
Harriet Shea
In the collective mind, we stop a moment in awareness listening to the silence of uncertainty, knowing we live for the now, this very moment,  each breath released is all we have.

Lasting a lifetime collecting thoughts of what have never been our
thoughts but an assumption of our supper human consciousness.

Assembled well, the core of existence follows the song that insistently echoes through.

Darkness falls in desperation, confused about where the light is
through the absent-minded people with no consciousness or beliefs
of our ancestors who loved life dressed in all, its glory.

Nothing but hearts that grew strong in those days when storms came, leaving doubt but holding onto hope, having enough
faith that all shall be conquered gracefully in love and equality.

Wherever our minds have floated too, they have come from ourselves first, leaving as fast as the misunderstood thoughts of the uninsured idealistic race of clones of 5G.

Astounded, we blame another for what took place in seconds when we lost awareness to cope with self-truth uniting as one with each
other as we are all one divided, turned face, dividing into a void
of weary confused people who made a choice, not rewarding compliments only facets of misunderstanding choose the
the direction of defeat and darkness.

Fly by the airs of sophistication  watching and caressing a misplaced era of corruption, taking pleasure in what makes one
bleed deeply now, expanding around a new way of eternal thinking of unbelievers wanting attention through devotional weakness of fear that they created.

No hesitation controls motivation, only deception rules the mind
of lost freedom of spirituality.

Desperation scrolls the pages of life's new desires upon arrival
of re-birth without knowledge, understanding, and wisdom deep
enough to know the results of constructed ideas in the old era
had once upon a time in that world of freedom, love, compassion
for others as we still are Divine Spiritual entities lost and alone
trying to find our way back to God.

Paradise returns when we think of paradise.
Love returns when we think of love.
Trust returns when we think of trust.
Unity returns when we think to unite.
Light appears when we find our purpose.

We are all Divine Beings, regardless, of whether we believe or not, this is why
we need to go within and find our force, our reason for struggling
our satisfaction of happiness and devotion to ourselves for
remaining strong in our beliefs.

We must live and be released flying free in the heavens of
our higher self of Love Divine.


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  Sep 2024 Jill
Ajit Saigal
The Beauty of Love !
The Colors of Hope !
The Fragrance of Life !

Why are you so Encumbered ?
Why Wangled by Time ?
Why Fiddled with Deadly Thorns ?
Is that all for Me from Your Unpleasant Past ?

My Heart abides Undeterred
The Writhing intense for your Exotic Bloom
The Scarlet Petals Enticing and Replete
The Swarm of Love all Invading
The Painful Spike, I know is just Inevitable.

My Heart Bleads profusely
My Soul Stings soothingly
Every Melodious Duet intimidating
Every Blissful Ambience excruciating.

Howbeit,
I hail the Aroma,
I hail the Perception,
I hail the Enchantress,
I hail the Scarlet Rose.
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