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empathy


Feeling how life cracks my heart wide open

How tenderness from others ripples through my body

How the sharing of a loss is a rapid dive into empathy

How the shedding of tears perceived, rivers down my face

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Taking it all in without making it all about me in the feelings

Empathy is like that in how it gathers from one heart to another

Holding sacred those moments of unexpected connection

Heart to heart weaving light between us in the allowance of

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Showing ourselves in all our vulnerability naked

With no explanation, no need to know the why

It has always been known from the rawness of life

Exposed, Witnessed, fully seen in silent understanding

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Jeanne adwani. @copyright

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Be The Tender Heart


Don’t shelter away your tender heart

The wide expanse of your care-fullness

is needed in these times of confusion

These times when all that matters is in the

beauty of a generous heart in full surrender

A generous heart in full forgiveness

A generous heart that moves from the moment

to the next moment without judgment

unsheltered from the apocalypse

of disease, opinions, perceptions

regards and disregards, chaos unbound

For we are in a pivotal shift of humanity

a paradigm on the edge of magnificent change

You are all in it, part of it, moved by it, the One Heart

shattered by it, rising out of it like the phoenix

Don’t shelter away your tender heart

You were born for this time

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jeanne adwani @copyright

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Forgotten


Forgotten

Forget-me-nots

No, of course it’s not so you didn’t mean it

Time got away, life has been busy, so much to do

Take care of in the house, work and your relationship

Winter was long and cold and this covid goes on forever

You thought of calling, dropping over, texting, nearly every day

No excuse for not checking in, “it’s on me, I’m bad, I’ll get better”

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The thing is, is being the last of ‘things to do’ things that need attention

Feels bad, hurtful, care-less in the name of friendship, in the name of family

Naming it all out loud feels needy, feels like being a victim of the wrong end of

Receiving love, of being thought of, of being left behind because so much is more

Important than this relationship that feels one-sided and will be gotten to later on

When everything else in life has been attended to and the space time continuum says yes

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And memory clicks in that you have forgotten to check in, give a call, tap a text, write a letter

It’s all good, they’re fine, you’d have heard through the vine of life otherwise, you’ll call tonight

Don’t call tonight, don’t make me the last thing on your list, don’t make anyone that you care for

The last thing on the list because family and friends are dear ones, beloveds, not to be forgotten

No shame.  No guilt in what has been forgotten can be remembered or let go of in choice

No wrong.  No bad in how life takes us and trips us around in the doing our best

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Being forgotten means it’s time to let go

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jeanne adwani. @copyright 2021

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I Told You I’d Be Back


EARTH DAY. 21 APRIL 2021

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Winter gives his last snowy brilliance

Decorating the Spring green in soft white fluff

Flocking the land for a final ‘I told you I’d be back’

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Sun and blue fill the morning in golden radiance

Glittering the land in a last push of winter’s silver shiver

The melt is here ready to give moist to the cold land

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Spring’s lust will not be denied for her bounty to rise

She will seed it, birth it hard to give her green to the Sun

To color the earth with each step of Persephone

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Winter gives his last glorious hooray and goodbye

The season has declared herself in the days longer

The land softening, opening to the call. She’s back

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jeanne Adwani @copyrights 2021

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Circle and Line


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Circles and Lines, patterns of spirals

angles and curves what about it all matters

In circle we connect, we unite, we commune

In lines we declare focus matter of facts

Straight forward or backwards in maybe

we make what happens to happen like that

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The way of the line can feel lonely

Line can get things done, get on the track

Alone on the line manifesting this and that

Circle can jabber and keep circling back

Till brilliance is coherent and ready

Not the slim line to walk take the broad path

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Lines and circles can be distorted

Jagged sharp or wandering curves

Coherence needs unity in community

For the Line to make things happen to procure

Are you a line or circle, are you soft or a knife?

Will you join in the brainstorm or spare with life?

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Sooner or later maybe tomorrow next week

The circle will gather to meet in retreat

Call the line to get busy, to ready, get things done

One needs the other, the other needs one

No right or wrong be it circle or line

There is us in the We, we all need to get life as One

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Jeanne adwani. @copyright

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Limerickies


Day 14… I think I’m a day bored writing a poem a day. So… Here are some really ridiculous Limericks. I Mean it. Corny, half baked, goddess know what.

Enjoy

The was this gal name Libby

She preferred living life in the City

Then one bright sunny day

She decided to the beach she’d go play

That Libby moved outta the City

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JoJo thought himself better than the rest

Especially at the board game of Chess

He Moved his castle to Check mate

Let his Queen take the King for her date

It all turned a wrong move made a mess

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That clever fox was some kind of wonder

Stalking Chickens and birds with a hunger

One day he was brave

Hid himself in the hay

The pitchfork came down in his blunder

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Pretty Milly was tired of dating

Her dates only wanted her for mating

Not that that was so bad

it could be fun, make her glad

Just that Milly wanted a permanent Lad
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Young Richard was full of mischief

His pleasure was to tease all the dipshits

He picked on the wrong one

Got his butt kicked before he could run

Now who was the really big dipshit?

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jeanne Adwani @copyright

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They’re Here


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Day 13   NaPoWriMo

Prompt … write a poem that is something I’d like to see in the news.. HA.

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Extra Extra, read all about it

ET’s have landed in Central Park and

London, Hampstead Heath NW3

An unprecedented moment in history

And Who of you has not been waiting?

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And you thought we are alone?  Ha

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Oh heck ya, and to be sure,

They have a message for all of us

They’re being a pretty shy up to now

Clearly calibrating themselves to our

Atmosphere which is pretty polluted

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And you believed the false authorities?

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No reason to be scared, they give no

Reason to be, so far they seem friendly

So be friendly back. be open minded

be generous of heart because they

have come a hell of a long way

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Be your own authority on this disclosure

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That’s my moto, give everyone a chance

No matter what alien life form they are

No matter what far off galaxy they come from

No matter what they look like hold on to kindness

Who travels light years from god knows where

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Earth is not the only inhabited planet

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So listen up humans and get a grip cause

There are some new peeps in town

They are going shift life as we know it

We need some shifting and disruption

We are not doing a great job taking care

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You heard it from me. The family has arrived

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Jeanne adwani@copyright

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Road Tripping


Traveling those blue highways those rural routes

of back roads, of byways weaving through

small town USA where life thrives in a

slow way if it thrives at all

With empty old shops surrounding

the local hardware and there’s

a café and gas station at the corner

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Rosey’s Cafe printed across the window

neon light blinking “OPEN” calling me

come on in for lunch, not to forget that

breakfast is served all day everyday

Breakfast it is with the proper amount of grease

and grits, thick bacon and that toast

that is square, fat and slathered with butter

with a side of homemade strawberry jam.

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Across the street, a thrift store with antiques

a passion for me, a junker’s paradise, a road

tripping pirated looking for bounty.

These shops can be hoarder full,

barely able to walk through

with mountains of rummage collected

hangered and stacked with some order that

defies the meaning of what order is

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Somebody’s grandparent’s ancient old shit

an estate of family collectables unwanted

heirlooms broken to be fixed in the never will be

Generation of not letting go, now needing it to go.

Families don’t know what to do with what’s

left after the scramble and pawing through it

dumped now in these shops in the hope that

making a few dollars off of someone’s forgotten

 treasure is for a ’picker’ something to celebrate.

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Not enough people pass through these

off-the-main-drag small rural communities

to buy the leftovers of old dead people

long gone with outdated uselessness

only worth the rummage to a true junker

A pirate of the byways seeking treasure

I hear the call. I stop for the joy in the hunt

following a garage sale sign

in the middle of Midwest nowhere

passing alfalfa fields with poor farmers eking

a living with a few cows and chickens and a big

gardening full of vegetables and flowers for some

local prosperity to keep the living pulse Ok enough

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This sign aiming me onto a damn dirt road

where the grass grows down the center of it

and the rain puddle too deep I have to turn around

Should have turned left at that last cross-road

Should have let the grass be a sure sign of nowhere.

I should on myself yet again, only to arrive at

the best garage sale ever smelling the methane in the air

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It’s good to know yourself as a compass traveling this way

or at least how to follow the sun cause that’s maybe

what you need to follow unless you decide

that sooner of later you’ll hit a main road

if you go far enough in one direction or another

That’s iffy and then again. hell you’re on a road trip

taking the blue highways where ever looking for stuff

stopping when you like, sleeping at JoJo’s motel

just on the edge of that town you passed through

a few miles back deciding it was time to make it a day.

Turning around cause you’re pretty sure there’s not

much you’ll come across any time soon on C32

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Sitting at the café’ counter connected to JoJo’s,

my appetite worked up for all the seeking of treasure

and the miles of driving and stopping

ordering the meatloaf with mash potatoes, gravy

and boiled carrots with maple butter dripping on them

striking up a conversation with a woman named Peggy

with her over bleached permed hair, too tight jeans,

a hot pink tank top showing every curve she wants you to linger on

She wonders why a woman like me, in my jeans,

my black peace sign tee shirt, rings on every finger

and my ratty old Birkenstocks that serve me well

is alone without a man on road trip like this

Isn’t that dangerous? Wasn’t I scared?

Why would I ever travel alone?   

She couldn’t image it.

I ask her who does her hair.

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jeanne adwani. @copyright

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GIVE IT TO KALI


KALI MA

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Give it to Kali, she’ll eat it.  She’s famished

Take all that shit that doesn’t serve your life.

the people, the job, the hoard. that negativity

Give it to Her, Give it to Kali’s belly

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She’s hungry, she can’t wait to eat it

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Rid yourself of all that wants take your sovereignty

All that wants to suck your goodness away

Everything that you let break your good flow

Give it to Kali, give it to her completely

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She’s so hungry for it, she cannot wait to eat it

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Look at her, she’s quivering with desire

She loves the rot and stench of your stink

Of all that you have gathered that smells

up your life with toxic dissidence

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She’s beside herself with craving for it

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She cannot wait to eat it up, gobble it down

Smack her lips with unabashed delight

It slithers down her throat in orgasmic pleasure

Give your shit to her, All of it, Hold nothing back

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She’s so very hungry. Feed Her!

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She will come for it if you don’t release it

She will eat it up whether you are ready or not

She knows that for your creativity to flourish

For your goodness to be alive and purposeful

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She wants to take all your malignant puss and eat it

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Give it to her. Not later on, Not tomorrow. Now!

Your life is a cesspool with that stuff you drag around

Let her drag it.  Let her take it and destroy it for you

Hell, She wants too.  Look how ready she is.  Drooling

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She’s ready.  Writhingly. Undulating with hunger

Give it to Her.  Give it to Kali.  She’ll eat it

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jeanne adwani. @Copyright. 2021

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Time Has Changed


   

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Time is recalibrating, days crunch together in twelves

then expand into forty-eight, then have no meaning

not in the way we all laid our schedules down

not in the way we made our hours fit our days

not in the way we made up time like we imagined it

the Sun rises and set, the Moon makes her monthly pattern

there’s sense in that, there’s a time continuum in that

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Time is dissolving like we put it underwater to watch it

swirl in a vortex of energy pulling what we thought we knew

deeper into an unknown unseen cavern of timelessness

all the while we still think we can be on time, fill the day

while we watch the clock tick and move as if it knows  

the perfection of twenty-four hours and we should too

we ‘should’ on ourselves yet again.

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Time is teasing us just like the Sun does, shining so bright

so welcoming on a freezing day we think it might be warm

we feel a little thrill when the temperature says 28 degrees

and there He is all bright and smiling that sunny grin

what a liar that Sun is that can toast a marshmallow

that can make green lush an arid desert landscaped

Fiery bastard is such a paradox

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Time is liar, we didn’t think so. We don’t want to believe it

we are still held to the twenty-four, it’s what we know

it’s what we count on to keep us in a timely manner of life

the clock says so.  Big Ben belts out the hourly chime.

alarms ring out the hour to rise and shine to the new day

only have you noticed how out of sync the days feel

how running late or early, or out of time is the new time

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Time is different.  Time is not the same as it was yesterday

even a moment ago when you looked it all seem right on time

just like you knew it would be, felt it was tic toc-ing right

the world was timely and in perfect flow like you like it

nope. Take notice.  Feel into it.  Change is happening

space time continuum has you on alert.

Really, I’m not kidding

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Jeanne adwani.  copyright 2021

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