“A Beautiful Mess” – Promote Yourself

 No stretch of the imagination
more of a conscious restraint
this palette this canvas this easel upon which heart and mind paint
Sometimes… it’s like a psalm of David accompanied by lute
sometimes… an accordion lazily slinking down an endless stairway
At times a clashing melodious staccato cacophony
“a beautiful mess”
reflections introspections inverted redirected projected
Rising to the surface of a swift stream
grasping what is needed to be worked out or worked on
set on a work table
Allowing the remainder to pass by or sink
thoughts don’t go away only recycle
same questions posed in different ways
Not all are pleasantries not all intentional… those vaguaries
Just musings shooting stars whizzing by a mind’s eye
majestic wild horses with flowing manes thundering across a big country’s mental planes
Even if it were possible to capture it what then?
A work in progress fail or succeed in thoughts works deeds
comforted in the knowledge of being held in existence
By a God who loves, writes, is eternally Faithful, constantly publishing
Doesn’t require Royalties
Is sovereign
New Works Freely Given
Always on the bestseller’s list
Divine Author of The Greatest Story Ever Told
Ever with us
Writing still…
Upon our hearts.
Glory be to God

anthony gomez

 

 

Exit -Promote yourself

The music is blaring
I am in oblivion.
It is all I hear
And here are people everywhere
Blockading me in.
And I am screaming:
“free me, free me”
But they cannot hear me
Their music is blaring.

I slam my card to the metal
And the doors are swift
Exit it says
EXIT.
Exit everywhere
Trapped in a world full of exits
When we cannot ever exit
Where normal
is becoming abnormal
And abnormal the norm,
Where the world is small
But expanding in size

And I have left the exit
I chamber the stairs like an animal
We are all animals
Fleeing the hustle
To join another hustle
To escape the cages
Exit, Exit

Hannah Pierson

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Pure trickery – Promote Yourself

I woke up in an extremely vulnerable state.
Rheum had cemented my eyes shut, my body

was as feeble as a new born baby and my mind
had been tormented repeatedly by the demon of

sleep paralysis. I lay dazed and confused on
my damp sheets, wondering if it was sweat or piss

that had soaked them. Suddenly, the sound of seagulls screeched
through my window. The notorious sound of these sea birds

floated my mind along the salty sea breeze of memory,
covered my feet in bright yellow sand and washed happiness over

my heart in an awesome wave. I had awoken by the sea. The place
where my childhood memories run free from the caged darkness

of adulthood and are untouched by the damaging dosage of life’s abuse.
I rubbed the cement from my eyes with a smile on my face.

But once I opened them and took a look around, reality
burned deep. I sat up and pulled open the curtains.

The seagulls were ravaging the remains of a sausage roll
that had fallen onto the chewing gum ridden pavement. I watched as

the morning commuters walked with their heads hung into the
munching crowd, disturbing them for a second before they

descended back down for their free breakfast. The comforting
feeling had now worn off and I walked back over to my bed

and smelt the sheets. A few moments later, my house mate
walked in without knocking and proceeded to tell me about

the girl he had nestled under his quilt upstairs. It seemed we both
had mornings to forget.

Anthony Keers

 

 

CLOUDS – Promote Yourself

I reach for clouds

High, ever so high do I soar,

Clutching – grasping – then tumbling back.

 

Clouds are but wisps of vapor,

Phantoms in the sky,

Who can touch a cloud?

I try – fail – then try again;

At times mind joins clouds – soaring,

While I stay behind exposed to the cold – stumbling.

 

One day mind and soul shall soar skyward

And beyond;

Leaving behind a shell – falling,

Never again to rise,

And reach for a cloud.

 Walt Trizna

Here is another poem from my distant past.  It was published in 1974.  The title of the anthology was, Quality American Poetry Book II, again quite a stretch.  The publisher was Valley Publications edited by William Lloyd Griffin.

   https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

A Teacher Can Be a Peacemaker

 

 

 

Dear teacher,

Peace is the key to vitality in any school community

Where there is the potential for conflicts and hostility

Detecting dormant volcanoes is an urgent necessity

Alas, schools can’t afford experts. What a bitter reality!

Thank God you are there! You are a precious commodity

 

Dear teacher,

A person in your position is gifted with true intuition

You are adept at dealing with colleagues and children

You have a talent for social interactions and persuasion

And classroom management is your forte and inclination

Never doubt your flair for conflict resolution and prevention

 

Dear teacher,

Be an example of duty and common goal devotion

Be a model of self-control and emotional regulation

Manage your clashing interests through negotiation

Assess options to reach mutually suitable solutions

Build co-operative and supportive working relations

 

Dear teacher,

Another positive problem solving strategy is mediation

Have disputing parties talk and exchange information

Let them reflect on what they feel about the situation

Forget about blame; invite them to think of a solution

Remember, parents make kids; you make generations

 

© Chaouki M’kaddem

June 10th, 2014