Monday, December 25, 2023

I Believe

I believe above is reserved for the Sun, Clouds, and doves
Moon and Stars, planets like Mars
And if I could stretch beyond the blue, perhaps touch Gods’ hand too.


I believe below whence water flows with youthful woes
Of innocence gone as age has marched on
There transcends our Once Upon a Time Childhood Friends

Maybe where Sindbad the Sailor crossed or perhaps where City of Atlantis is lost
There Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, Jack Frost, Frosty the Snowman are standing on wharfs
As The Gingerbread Man, Hansel and Gretel run to greet us as fast as they can
We see Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty each with their own fella
The Old Woman Who lived in a Shoe, Puss in Boots, The Elves and the Shoemaker have good news

The Billy Goats Gruff, the Three Pigs, Three Blind Mice, along with Goldilocks and the Three Bears want to prove they weren’t a bluff
The Ugly Duckling is inside Atlantis with The Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast - all chuckling
And the sweet Tooth Fairy still leaves coins as a treat.
United at last is The cow who jumped over the moon, The cat and the fiddle, and The dish who ran away with the spoon

Hickory dickory dock, that dang mouse won’t stop fiddling with the clocks
Jack be nimble Jack be quick and Little Jack Horner continue to do their tricks
While The Little Men dance with Little Red Riding Hood, swim with The Little Mermaid, and court The Little Women
The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs and Humpty Dumpty play pegs
Dumbo and Pinocchio speak their own mumbo jumbo
The Princess and the Pea, Johnny Appleseed, and Jack with his Beanstalk are a glee


Things are a spinning as Rapunzel and Rumpelstiltskin are a grinning
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Tom Thumb, Thumbelina want us to join them soon as we can
Along with Alice, to sip tea with the Easter Bunny in the Atlantis Palace.

Of all this I do not doubt, so let me just point out
I believe in Santa Claus, Jesus too, and the best New Year for you!


© - Jeane Michelle Culp (#r3779xy1988CC€)

Friday, November 25, 2022

People Enter A Conscious Existence

People Enter A Conscious Existence 
by Michelle Culp

This is how Peace will come our way, for humanity will save the day:
Excuse me Sir, there's a plunge in the market on common sense, not nearly a cent
Uh-oh there goes the material, the criterial.
Down falls the castles made of golden fools and all their jewels.
Oops there goes the material 
Uh-oh the Imperial, are back to eating cereal.
Breaker breaker 1/9, we can't get past this food line.
Oops there goes the material, everything's immaterial.
Commander, Commander no one can get guns, should we run?
Commander: without ordnance, all is of unimportance.
Uh-oh there goes the materials, the false profits of ministerials
We're without a wing and prayer, no one seems to care.
Oops it's back to common sense, wherefore we were there before the materialism, criterial-ism, Imperial-ism, ministerial-ism...
Hip hip hooray; back to the basics of humanity, before all this insanity.

© ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp, creator/Admin of Humanities IDEAS
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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Geronimo

Geronimo

Oh how my bones rattle in the grave, when you call my name
Awww to know my life was not lived in vain
Up above, the sounding whirl winds blow
And with bated breath, one leap of faith; I hear the mighty shouts, Geronimo
Oh upon such a day, whence you reach that veil between Heaven and Hell
Thence as you slip into that vast abyss, not knowing which way you go
I hope, with your final breath, you find the same strength to shout with glee, Geronimo
I am free, I am free; let it be.



©written by ~ndpthepoetress Michelle Culp, creator of Humanities IDEAS (Inclusion, Diversity, Equality, Acceptance, Solidarity for all Humanity)
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November is designated as National Native American Heritage Month.  

Geronimo (1829-1909) was an Apache leader and medicineman.
"Geronimo was the leader of the last American Indian fighting force formally to capitulate to the United States. Because he fought against such daunting odds and held out the longest, he became the most famous Apache of all."

art by Mimì, 'the artist behind MimiPrints. An anatomy painter and medical  watercolor illustrator.'
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Saturday, April 09, 2022

The Last Ides of March

SPRING QUEEN, fully hand painted original by artist © witsend
Ides of March
©ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp
 
It was almost a month of Sundays

When on this particular day

March was trying to hold onto winter, while embracing spring

By mid-morning, the sun was already busy nurturing the grounded seeds and partially budded plants

Then the sky began to weep and Old Man Winter blew his last cold-cold breath

Scattering tiny white pellets, like confetti; onto the emerald grassy green grass

When what to my wondering eyes did I see

A round breasted robin alit in a dirt mulched barren flower bed

Her thinly twigged legs unshaken by the wild wicked winds

Not a feather ruffled or appeared out of place, nor a single shiver

As she be-bopped to the rhythm of the erratic weather

Be-bopping ever so gracefully, back and forth, forth and back

Partaking of the tiny hailed pellets, quenching her thirst

Suddenly; it dawned on me, this is the very essence of life

No matter what life throws at us, no matter the need to cry, scream...

We can remain sturdy amidst the storms of life

By simply nib, nibbling on the mere morsels from the silver lining

And just keep bob, bobbin' along.

ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp, Founder and Admin of Humanities IDEAS

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Sunday, October 31, 2021

Halloween Sympathy

Halloween Sympathy
by Michelle Culp, ndpthepoetress of Humanities IDEAS

Welcome; one and all, to this one precious life given for free to thee
Step on up, don't be shy; oh there's so many questions of why
But don't you worry your pretty little head, we'll all some day be dead
So why not enjoy the ride, at least you can say you tried!
Give it your best, for perhaps it's all but a test
Oh but beware the pitfalls along life's way; they say these are full of ups and downs, smiles and frowns
The horrors we've seen of our fellow kind, fall and hit the wall; unable to get over the humps or around the bumps
So if you can, lend a helping hand, that would be grand
Let us all Step Right Up; welcome each other to the Greatest Show On Earth, where one-way tickets are given at birth.

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Sunday, September 19, 2021

How To Tear Down Walls and Open Doors

These are the foundations for tearing down any wall that surrounds you, and freeing yourself to endless possibilities in all aspects of your life: Be the constructor of your life, make a plan. Educate your mind with accredited self-help articles, books... Motivate yourself with positive quotes... Do not hesitate nor be afraid to ask for help-to accept help. Nurture your emotions, make time to rest and relax when you can. Give yourself time to heal like you would a broken bone, the flu... Reward, treat yourself, even if just once in awhile; but do it! Build confidence; look in the mirror daily and learn to truly love your reflection, love you; you are worth it. Do NOT judge time or any set backs. Simply enjoy your small progresses, the tiny cracks in your walls; for the door is on the other side of many doors you will and can, eventually; open in your life. Remember to remember, throughout life; your mind, your heart, your spirit, your mental wellbeing...every part of you is a muscle needing motivation, exercise, or knowledge. Go on now; build those muscles and start tearing those walls down and opening doors of opportunities in your life, for this is YOUR LIFE! ~ndpthepoetress, Michelle Culp of Humanities IDEAS

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Sunday, June 13, 2021

What the Hell is Self-talk?

 What the Hell is Self-talk? 

A short, comprehensive essay by Jeane Michelle Culp (ndpthepoetress)

And so I did, until I had to no more. ~ndpthepoetress

Self-talk, what the heck does that even mean. I can't just say, things will be okay; things will get better. Heck, my inner child knows better than that kind of talk; passive dismissive. Myself and I are joined at the hip, together toward a downward spiral, of rapidly losing all hope. 'Til one day; I heard my usual negative thoughts about myself, over and over; again and again. Then suddenly, like a long unanswered prayer; an unfamiliar self voice, from deep within the crevices of my mind, shouted; STOP, that is not me. I am not that way. I know how, who I am. I am a kind, caring, considerate,... person. It was at that moment, I truly understood what self-talk is. I had to stand up for me, myself, and I. Because; I had unwittingly, become my own worst critic. My thoughts were bullying me like my abusers had, and only I could save us from the bullies. And so my journey began; until the day I do not have to any more.

Like a scene out of 1Shuffle, (though admittedly, I've only started watching 30 minutes of that movie.) I could see the various ages in my life, passing before my eyes. And with each tear, I could feel every time I was abused.

So today; I burn the echoes of quotes about 'what you see in others is a reflection of yourself'; and 'you are what you attract'. Rather the reflection and attraction are from a vicious cycle, that unbeknownst; I had been attracting and tolerating. The same behavior from my past abusers, was now being extended by other people, who knew exactly how to demean me, by using my vulnerability against me.

Perhaps attraction really does exist, however; I wouldn't go as far as the seemingly cultish, "The Law Of Attraction". But if you can attract; I was no longer going to hold up a mirror for vindictive, abusive people to continue the cycle of abuse. As if giving myself ammunition to confirm my abusers browbeating words of I am no good, I am worthless, I'll never amount to anything, I don't deserve any better... NO more. I want to attract people who see the good in me, the small part in me that I know truly still does exist, despite the understandably, to somewhat of a degree; bitter person I'd become over the years. 

Today the real self-talk begins for the betterment. Today I no longer will 'let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet' and trample my soul.

And so; let your self-talk begin. Start with NO. No I am not this, no I am not that way, No I am not ____, No I am not ____,... NO more negativity.

Instead; say to yourself: I am ____, I am ____, I am ____... (accentuate the positive).

In the process; may you start attracting that which clears your cloudy eyes. May instead, you start seeing through stained glassed windows of positive possibilities, that reflect healing light upon your inner child. And may you continue upon this new journey of encouraging self-talk in your life, until you need not any more.

Don't wait for your life to flash before your eyes, go on and love yourself today. Break the cycle! 

Break The Cycle

 Written by ~ndpthepoetress (-Jeane Michelle Culp) of BindingInk.org 

You Are Watt Matters

"This above all- to thine own self be true"
-Hamlet, Act I, Scene 3


Wizardry
Steven Michael
Misery loves company well not me though
Ya I'm good all alone I'd rather not manage your ego
All you do is complain and gossip about other people
Man I ain't judging but you ain't gone be doing that shit around me no no
That's not the vibe on this side we stay elevated
We smile through the pain overcome thank God and then we celebrate it
Our meditation our medication
Our peace of mind is something sacred
We empathize but don't have the patience
For negativity and hating
Ya it's all love and I'm saying
I'll send you my love while I'm praying
But right now I'm focused on me and my team and our goals
And these dues that we're paying
So dude stop playing and don't be confused
Your issues ain't what really makes you miserable
You can miss me with that misery
Words are magic and I'm dodging all the wizardry
All the pettiness I won't let it get to me
Ain't nobody walking through my mind with their dirty feet
You can miss me with that misery
It's all love but I'm protective of my energy
All the pettiness I won't let it get to me
Ain't nobody walking through my mind with their dirty feet
Don't get me wrong we all suffer
And while we're here we need to love one another
If you're in pain or in need I've got you covered
What I'm talking bout is all the toxic clutter
Used to be a head case
Had to get my head straight
I did the work it took some time but finally cleared my head space
Now my mind clean that's feng shui
Done paying mind to what some say
I'm dodging vibes I'm unfazed
I'm going up that's one way
No I do not have the time if your energy ain't matching mine
Me and the team a mastermind with blinders on we're on our grind
Ya we show love and improvement
We'd rather make moves than excuses
Misfortune isn't exclusive
We just decided to do it
So sorry not sorry I've got to be selfish
Won't let my thoughts be effected
By limiting views or another's perception
Your limitations are your misconceptions
I'm focused on light and selecting
To believe in my life not projections
That are rooted in fear I gotta stay clear til all of my truth manifested
You can miss me with that misery
Words are magic and I'm dodging all the wizardry
All the pettiness I won't let it get to me
Ain't nobody walking through my mind with their dirty feet
You can miss me with that misery
It's all love but I'm protective of my energy
All the pettiness I won't let it get to me
Ain't nobody walking through my mind with their dirty feet

1Movie: Shuffle ("Desperate to solve the mystery behind his wife's death, Lovell Milo (TJ Thyne, from the T.V. Series "Bones") is trapped living his life out of order. He is forced to piece together clues while waking up every day at a different age, on a different day of his life." (Release date : ‎ August 21, 2012  Actors ‏ : ‎T.J. Thyne, Paula Rhodes, Tamara Taylor...)

Art from Tulsa Stained Glass 

 

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Tis The Season - Movie

 

 
Christmas Movie, Tis The Season
When reformed convict Korey Carpenter is hired as head youth pastor, he has no idea how close his past is to catching up with him. With the camp deadline looming, can Korey and the kids come up with enough Christmas magic to make ends meet?

Filmed at the beautiful American Fork Community Presbyterian Church; 'where the 1984 movie Footloose, filmed most of the movie's church scenes'.
Director Bennie Parker
Featuring original songs written by Bennie Parker
Songs produced by Dirk Parker
Starring Seth Goldklang, Whitney Lang, Dylan Love, Henry Moyle...
Genres: Faith and Spirituality, Arts, Entertainment, and Culture, Music
 🎬Available on Amazon Prime🎬
From Been Jammin' INC., Bennie Parker's heart to yours; enjoy! Mixed and mastered the official soundtrack for the motion picture by Dirk Parker! *Featuring original songs written by Bennie Parker! 💕🎶 Tis The Season - Movie (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) is OUT on ALL STREAMING PLATFORMS 🔥🎬 Please give it a listen and share with your friends and family! It’s full of great Christmas songs that will be sure to warm your heart! ❤️

Friday, June 19, 2020

True Colors

ndpthepoetress:My 'personal action' is to continue to promote the IDEAS®: Inclusion Diversity Equality Acceptance Solidarity for ALL by saving Humanities 1 Human at a Time, 1 Book, 1 Poem, 1 Quote, 1 Song... at a Time. Join us on Facebook STOP and: S.ee T.he O.ther P.eople.

In my opinion, whether because of ones health, accent, lifestyle, color of skin… whether rejected or ridiculed or some other means of communal castration, no matter how small or large any difference or the bullying or any consequence thereof be; the complete eradication of prejudice will remain a centuries old vicarious plague spurred from societal statistical stigmatic stigma, hysterically injected into the ill-reputed frail failing intellect of the majority who damningly dare to declare what differentiates from the norm. For example; I recently read about a son spurned by his own flesh and blood, “a vicious parent shaming still its child”1. ‘*Revolted by his father’s injustice’, the son left home at an all to early age, set upon a journey to prove or find his roots. Regrettably; during his mission, he was essentially met with a series of harsh condemnations. Ultimately; the son becomes consumed with self-delusion and an insatiable appetite for revenge to be inflicted upon those who once dared to flaunt their popularity, while others refused to embrace his uniqueness cloaked in natural flaws.

Fortunately "2the pen is mightier than the sword", so he merely immerses himself into his literary work. At last the world is his stage and he could not have chosen a better place. For whom among us has not been psychologically moved or entertained by words upon a page. Or our attention drawn to a character in a play, opera, movie, or a mere sit-com? And so with pen and paper the son makes his plight known for others to read then mourn, scorn, ponder, or wonder. Except to him, his anguish was the worse of anyone. Nonetheless; in due course the son grew into his own isolated culture rejected existence. After some time; a Woman professed, “*Evidently God has made us for each another! I am like you…” Soon afterwards the son married her, asserting; “*Blessed be the sorrows I have borne… Heaven was keeping such unhoped consolation in reserve! Until today I feared myself doomed to eternal singleness and to tell you the truth it was a heavy burden to bear”. Though; had he truly loved her for herself and not out of a seemingly Narcissist reflection of himself; then when her true colors came beautifully shining through, he would not have (for shame or other matters) discarded her much as he had been cast off by the population. Yet he did flee from her side; “*to abandon the career of literature, to escape into the desert and if possible shun for ever after the sight of living creatures. To seek, indeed, like Alceste”. Oh but as fate or merely an ill-fated wind would have it; the son landed not far from where as a child he had begun his journey away from his parents home. I surmise that perhaps feeling like the odd man out, surrounded once again by the publicly accepted; here in this familiar place is where he may have learnt the greatest lesson of all, which is; nothing in life is ever as it seems.

Every part I read about the spurned son seemed a humanistic enough story plot, the emotional afflict of discrimination, a temporary successive solution, love, loss, lessons learnt… except this is a tale of the feather type. Written in 1842 by Alfred de Musset; whence combining a vast array of birds with a stylish flare, a story takes flight. Amid the author’s intertwined unraveling assemblage of vividly artistically painted printed words, emerges a subtle view about a struggle with the centuries old trials and tribulations of the societal injected statistical stigmatic stigma, known as prejudice. “^How glorious it is and also how painful to be an exception”.

And so begins:

*The Story of A White Blackbird by Alfred de Musset (Histoire d'un merle blanc)


1. George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans), O May I Join the Choir Invisible!
2. Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Richelieu Act II Scene II

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Monday, November 04, 2019

Butterflies Upon the Will of Power

I watched the movie, Shattered starring Pierce Brosnan, Maria Bello, and Gerard Butler. The movie is based around the quote, “Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel” found in the literary work of 1735, An Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot written by Alexander Pope. The excerpt has been drawn on by many People throughout the years. And different meanings of the expression have been included in music such as that by The Mission whom recorded a track titled Butterfly on a Wheel. Basically the phrase means, “putting massive effort into achieving something minor or unimportant”.

I think the quote “Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel” has a lot of significance to offer our World today and is a great thought for ..2020... To often criminals break a butterfly upon a wheel leaving innocent victims to suffer the consequences of another’s irreparable actions. To many Soldiers are sent to fight a War that has largely lost its’ main purpose. Leaving our Men and Women to flap their wings in a territory that seemingly lacks the ability to act – let alone react – as civilized human beings who have been given the opportunity to rise above their once dictated brainwashed sadistic antics. Meanwhile; our own Country continues to lack massive and important measures to securely prevent any future potential terrorism violence nationally. Global Warming is given verbal band aides of decorated hope while sufficient funds are disbursed into other wheels of less importance.

Environmentally speaking, the butterfly effect is a phrase that “refers to the idea that a butterfly's wings might create tiny changes in the atmosphere that ultimately cause a tornado to appear (or for that matter, prevent a tornado from appearing). The flapping wing represents a small change in the initial condition of the system, which causes a chain of events leading to large-scale phenomena.” Let us no longer wonder, “had the butterfly not flapped its wings, the trajectory of the system might have been vastly different." Perhaps instead; it is time that we take back the wheel and steer our own wings, promoting positive change throughout the World toward Peace. For even the smallest of efforts can make a difference collectively. Be this by beginning such in our own home, community, political stance, etc. Hence, let they “Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel”, know not their abuse of power but the willpower of Humankind.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Psyche of a Murderer

ndpthepoetress
: "The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe is about an evil eye, dismemberment, and the repercussions of guilt. What more could a reader ask for! A seemingly short tale with enthralling details, but with an abrupt ending. Still in-between the lines one can perhaps visualize how some people fixate on a person’s flaws instead of their overall significance as a human being. And so the story begins, such imperfection gradually converts into an obsession. The male perpetrator could have only taken that which disturbed him the most. His method of choice however contemplated primarily on the breath of life, possibly giving the readers a clue to the frame of this killer’s own psyche at the time. Hence; the subsequent anatomization, may have been more of a means to prove his own self bloody-right than the ascribed reason. However; he was about to learn that all human life does have value. For guilt has a way of eating into the brain. There truth echoes, beckoning to be heard. Such resonance then can impel a sane man mad while plummeting a supposedly mad man even further into the depths of insanity. And so it is with The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe":

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