So called friends in pretend
No transcend
The ratio between Friendship vs Acquaintance unbalanced
Total fail
People want a person to believe they are your friend
Not even a blend
It becomes observe and question
No suggestion
Just ingestion
No respect as a humanitarian
Acting like a utilitarian
You get more info from a Librarian
No friendship no doubt
This is what Live and Learn is about
Pick friends wisely and just observe
Let me be friends that are true and the ones you truly deserve
Observe
Wonder through obvious
Question friendship and be serious
So quick ... so easy ... even
Nutritious to those who know.
A small child, in a few heartbeats,
Can put one together to grow.
Its simplicity is utilitarian,
Both in beauty and its form.
As desire gains popularity, by
Constant requests for the snacking norm.
With great taste nearly universal,
It also quiets a hungry belly.
And that's just part of the magic,
Of the so-called, peanut butter & jelly.
I am guessing that ants
have no aesthetic concept of beauty.
Pheromones are the essence of their romance.
Many colonies have both worker
and soldier ants.
The soldier ants look like demonic dragons
and the worker ants
resemble nightmare aliens.
I figure they all have trap jaws that can crush tanks
their own size or larger.
I assume the worker ants have armored dungarees.
Mindless yet with one mind
they cultivate, pillage, and destroy.
Some love ants
for their mighty works in the insect world,
yet most would rather forget and shun them
accept of course the
Anteaters.
Umbilical underlings undulate under unified,
universal undercurrent understandings, utilizing
unequivocally ugly, unwise, unwanted, unaware,
utilitarian usurpers.
Tell him what to do
he doesn't
Tell him not to do it
he does
If that's not contrarian
then perhaps it's libertarian
Though as a septuagenerian
I think it utilitarian
They gather in their buzzard nests
clustered in dry grey frazzled wastes
steel sticks to walk upon their footsteps
humming with metallic stilts
supported grid on artificial legs
their crude utilitarian structure
hang in groves above the chainsaw stacks
Buzzing across the forests
as their cables saunter
their arms outstretched
quietly immobile lurking in the distance
frames crisscross their anti-nature
by rivet and construction artifact
through the mountains
over hills advancing stagnant
Silently is in their interference
high tension of Guglielmo Marconi
affecting some strange unfathomable sickness
distortions through auras energy
is their invisible electrical disturbance
and living with them is notoriously dangerous
Hopscotch and crossword their generator
puzzle to whom
where from
where to
follows you all the motorway home
to the click of a switch
down the side streets and back out of sight
their invisible mile and kilometer
and their arid blight
the digital clicking cash collecting of J.P. Morgans meter
connected by conductivity's twisted fiber
and living in the nightmares of Nikola Tesla
Dead works...
sown to profit with grandiose worth
midst carnal motives of utilitarian gain
lurking in the guise of selfless sacrifice
yet awaiting futility's harvest...
Woe unto me, and my vain effort!
Dead faith...
persists to please the Almighty
while vanquishing lingering angst
guilty conscience inflicts
in overcoming challenges
for mankind's advancement
yet gaining no spiritual merit...
Pity me, and my well-being!
Dead to sin...
as adversary keeps on mocking
for hell's condemnation due to iniquities
gripped with pride along covetous cravings
yet seeking redemption through divine grace and mercy...
Oh God, quicken me, and my soul!
Dead to self...
now conquered by the Saviour's love
strives to reach-out with kindness, sharing peace, compassion, hope
challenging deadness' venom with reverberating
"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
But thanks be to God, which giveth us
the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."*
*1Corinthians 15:55-57
August 28, 2019
Edited on September 27, 2023
1st place, "Mocking the dead" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/29/2023
Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.
The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories
Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising sensed re-experience ecosystems,
And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles
Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth's shift
balancing bilaterally twinned TimeFlow
for virtuous universal win/win communication
Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe's perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark...
Every layman knows that since long ago,
painting, sketching and sculpting
by those possessing valid talent
has produced art that exhilarates hearts
and/or thoughts as artistry caught.
Not all know that our modern times
paired fine arts’ aesthetics chime
with craft’s utilitarian cadence
under Visual Art's mega umbrella.
Many wish riddance to this ambivalence.
To me, the grabbing-high from creativity
comes when it moves me perceptively.
I’m not much for art particulars,
its critics, popular trends or scholars.
I have my own criteria for art to
be brought home and share my hearth;
it must spark my imagination’s girth
with a delight that bubbles forth.
... CayCay
March 5, 2019
Amphorae, beautifully crafted,
Delicate, exquisite, fire-glazed,
Heated in jumbo kilns,
Lovely molded necks,
Opaque pigments,
Quartzite residue-
Symbolic, timeless, utilitarian
Valued- with xanthic yellow zirconium
***
October 22, 2019
F T I series 5 beauty
Brian Strand, sponsor
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Poetry notes:
Poetry form: ABC - In this instance, a poem in which every word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. The first word begins with A, the second with B, etc.
Move it or lose it
Was his favourite
And he used it often
You see it fitted his lifestyle
When you meet a crowd
Negotiating your way through
It was a utilitarian saying
And it served him well.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The ultimate compassionate
sensation resonates beyond
daily circumstances, travails
It is calming serenity
tapered by lustful indulgences
tempting peacefulness
You wonder how such blessings
could have been bestowed
upon a common utilitarian
personality rife with imperfections.
It's mind boggling
how forces intermingle
creating spheres of happiness.
It dangles illusions
of utopian perfection
transforming everyday misanthropes
into circumstantial bliss
that encapsulates illustrious
transcendental thoughts.
Mind altering realities
bestowed upon simplicities
of thoughtless ramifications
turning lackluster days
into something magical.
In heavy shadow,
the weighted river
digging deeper,
barefoot and wading
a protagonist flow
draws me in--
above me
sunlit peaks;
and against
a darkening blue sky
an eagle
makes triumphant patterns--
I have seen
this valley before;
walked the pebbled path
along the bank,
current-spray
washing red stain
from canyon walls:
Some call it
simply clay-
an understatement
for its art to captivate
and utilitarian forms
the potter would say
perhaps God thought
too much of it
and man in charge
of his own destiny
seems wedded
to a thermal
mold....
When our stories bled together
Eternity nodded gleefully
unfolding our broken grounds,
howling voids and lost alliterations…
My perfect imperfections
slipped down at my feet,
this intoxicated Existence
mended my subdued Heart
in spasmodic recurrences…
I have been seeking for You
Inside millennial dips of wisdom!...
I am distressed by my absent impressions
expressed by restored discourses
along my winterish hallucinatory midnights
When our stories bled together
I woke up from this Ancient grey longing
and edgeless Time frames,
spring-flowers blasted in echoed reverberations…
Yet!... the World demanded an answer!
A cross-examined petition of my agonized paroxysms,
no appeals… neither claims over its utilitarian ultimatums!
A plea… with no supplications and beseeched adjurations…
Together!...
We bled our histories
with hypnotic accents and saffron reminders
about the World’s triviality and consistent frivolity!
(Anca Mihaela Bruma, 28th January 2016)
Copyright (c) 2016 by Anca Mihaela Bruma, All Rights Reserved, except the right to forward and to share with friends - with credit - which is held to be a good idea and is thus encouraged.
The snowbird trees are putting on their colorful autumn coats
Preparing to follow the sun southward
The provincial evergreens are hunkering down for winter
All are well groomed in this spiritual oasis
A gently convex (concave if you are a koi) wooden bridge crosses a pond
The bridge is framed by the textures of nature
I leave my point of view
And walk onto it
Looking down I see koi lounging and strolling
Or perhaps they are wavy reflections of the koi-colored leaves above
I hear the murmurs of respectful visitors to this cathedral of nature
Reflecting their souls
Looking back to where I was standing is not inspiring
Murky
Colorless
Rigid
Perpendicular
Utilitarian
Nature pounded into efficient shapes
Soulless
My office
In which is hanging a window onto my deepest and highest thoughts
A large photograph of an autumn scene in a Japanese Garden
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