we strive to make sure
each day enlightens us
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray
may we keep fighting
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul
and intense life lessons
meshed with stresses
may we persevere
turn off fear's song
may we stand firm
as we glide along
through shifty winds of change
that may cause things to sway
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for
fall for nothing
may stumble along the trip
may swerve at the wheel yet
do not lose our grip
because no one
can eclipse the sun
before they're done
Just when situations arise
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry
from ongoing cries
we may think
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending
we make sure
every day enlightens us
and brightens us
as each day takes its turn.
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
Their covenant wings
Like cherubim on alters
Spread out for preying
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2010
For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity
When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species
You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole
Your way of life
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them.
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…
There is a divine reason.
A time for purpose under
the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.
A time to be born. A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
under the beautiful sky.
A time to kill. A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
to build up with a passion and zeal
A time for weeping. A time for laughing…
A time to mourn. A time for dancing.
A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear. A time to make amends today.
A time to get. A time for losing…
A time to keep. And to give
away at our choosing.
A time for silence. A time to speak…
A time for each hour
and day of the week.
A time for love. A time for hate…
A time for war. A time for peace at your gate.
How will you spend the time
God has given to you?
What is your choice? What will you do???
May this be a time living in
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made
everything beautiful in his time!
By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars
A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life
I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years
I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed
We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word
God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...
Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed,
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised.
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate? If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us.
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow.
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you.
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
I shall live and die
By my own accord
Only my God may judge me
To him I've proved my worth
I am still here fighting
It matters not what for
On my ship of righteousness
Headed for waters unexplored
The clear night sky will darken
And the clouds seem ominous
I take heed to the sure signs
From them I won't digress
They are in the way of my dreams
And hopes that fill my sails
Like the wind from my heaven
Keeps my skin tough as nails
Evil comes to tempt me
I am not immune
Sometimes I play the hero
Other times I'm just a fool
Either way the choice is mine
I make it with my free will
For that's the gift he gave me
And for what I fight for still
The government is coming
To bring a chaos they call order
The line has been drawn
Between two sides there is a border
I feel myself being torn
To choose a fate in stone
Let this be a lesson
Why I wander on my own
Minds can be controlled
I see it every day
The weak wills fall like dominos
That lie littering my way
An obstacle before me
I iron will it to the end
And when the devil comes
to dance with me
I have already started to transcend
into everything around
I am the universal man
my true form I shall disguise
I am hiding it from this great Satan
they say will come for my demise
I know he will find me
maybe he already has
in a long gone nightmare
that my soul he stole at last
if I remember correctly
I can't say I recall
ever escaping his grip
or did it ever touch me
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
Copyright © Sarah Judd | Year Posted 2011
within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus
harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity
thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness
a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens
those who have reserved hope find some place to accept the truth
a test of how far our courage outlast the chaos from all life's passed
mystery's enlightened path never reached the end of suffering
to the likeness of a fumbled method
we could now follow like the atoms of Eve
disconcerted absence to our entrophic eyes
spreading legs like artificial soul
momentarily creators of their own excitement
movement supported by those who think your great
everybody who realizes the dream
shape your reflection and let the background find it's own feet
Apparent peace soon merged with equality
freedom's lark rests on the soles of a war monger's foot
peace showed up in a fresh pair of socks
the talking corps relates a message conspired by his earthy tones
sighting the great spoils and burnt offers of a desired sin
while designs of old are searched for something missing
past events re-invented an old tool of the government this ambiguous wireless chip
lets us say all of thing they can tax and the rest we make it our garden patch
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2010
Beauty, like Truth,
speaks eternal promise
yet timeless decomposition.
with impacting empathic Truth
optimize promised prophets past
reiterating Golden Mythic Creation Stories.
Many have mentioned strength of compassion
and tenacious flexibility of mutual mindfulness
as Two Horses to effective political-economic
Most dominant Yang encultured poli-economic operators
require less YangTruth voice
and more cooperative listening Yintegrity,
less powering over by opting first for powering cooperatively
WinWin toward truly engaging, multiculturally embracing, outcomes.
Yang speaks integrity of fertile passion,
Yin is aptic-optic-empathic,
yet also can step up to polypathic,
mindful selfless, and too spineless, flexibility
for more competitive deductive-reductive exercises.
Too Yin oppressing cultural feelings,
absence of Yang SelfPassion singing in harmony with CoPassion,
about oppressive Yang's nondual pouting doubting absence.
Passionate integrity Left
with grateful flexibility Right,
can bring mindfully optimal strength
to face conflict,
even climatic boundary issues and situations,
tipping toward nutritional doors needing further opening,
tipping away from toxic possibilities
currently trending toward more monoculturally closed-door competitive stink.
Love's strength is coordinated integrity,
promising mutually mindful gratitude outcomes
for endless generations of Earth's Tribes.
truth and beauty as passion with multiculturing flexibility,
both universalist Yang and unitarian Yin
synergetically square-dancing bilateral capacities
for receiving love
and for loving influence, production,
articulation within co-arising Now's invitations
into further evolving Grace.
Optimal health/wealth strength in each Eternal Moment
dynamically balances integrity and flexibility,
confluence and yet also the glad-joy memories
of dissonance lost, with gratitude, for strengths of flexibility,
Old School gut polyculturing wisdoms.
New Economics politically ecotherapeutic optimization,
A new (0)-Core PostMillennial health/pathology ruddered threshold
establishing to pursue and play further WinWin deviance
into ecological norms
re-membering evolutionary/revolutionary calibrations past,
more deductively inclusive of other organic polynomials,
balancing positive with double-negative variables,
moments equivalently between past and future
political power positives,
economic co-investment in ecotherapeutic futures
with long-term slow-growth
nutritionally cooperative positive (0)Riginal Health EnCulturing Intent.
Prophesying Evolutionary Outcomes among still-emergent PolyCulturing EarthTribes,
save for those already passed entirely away,
harbingers of what we are invited to cooperatively change.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
I do so love harvest thanksgiving,
That time of year which celebrates agriculture,
When church flips from being god-centred,
To remembering farmers and good food manufacture.
It’s not an Armenian or Amish allusion,
‘Cos tins are given no problem;
Natural remedies aren’t primed as better,
Than medicines, to the mind and body superior.
As a child who regretfully attended church,
I thought on that day of poverty and Christian giving:
That their offer was kind of a respectable food bank,
A silent redistribution of wealth, income and living.
No food bank is respectable, of course,
But they can channel wealth efficiently and appropriately;
And that the Church offers such for just one day,
Should be celebrated as a positive sign most definitely.
God is sometimes just such an abstraction,
Academically, he’s for the objective mind;
He’s not comforting when your needs are just so real:
Physical, emotional, psychological: he can be so unkind.
When you just need a meal on the table,
And need it supplied by someone else,
Whether by government, food bank or church,
It’s a person that's there, not divine impulse.
I thought it was moral to impose that on believers,
As a kid who just so wanted to talk and shoot,
About real mechanisms, real structures and methods,
Which made life’s systems, dynamics, art and roots.
Being grateful for food, diet and health,
Eclipses salvation humility and responce;
Eternal purpose lays as distant and non-tangible,
To people and belongings which have an unimpeachable force.
Farmers need to be remembered, given relevance,
For their labour, dedication and sheer love of the job;
It’s that occupation and training which ensures,
Our basic daily needs are met not just with contours.
The harvest basket every year means to me hope,
Nourishment for those who starve and scrape;
Church wealth rides so high and mighty on average,
That this real examination is something to advocate.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
There whirls a world about a star
Gathering motes of dust from Far-A-Far
Upon the shining silvered seas' bright skin
That cloaks the place three-fourths within.
Upon the multicolored shards of stone
Reflecting from her fragile face
Some billions of small beings wander
And ask themselves if they alone
Exist within the boundless dark
And the very question seeks to sunder
The restraints of heartless reason stark
That advocates their ending without trace.
She shines against the obsidian deep,
Bestirs Infinity within its sleep;
Has tried at times the patience of the formless Elohim
And stirred the wings that whisper in the golden wind.
So thus she calls attention, though having no intent
To do so, down upon her gleaming self
An invocation insincerely sent to a God or Gods unknown
Who may arrive someday to collect the rent
And tally up the Pros and Cons
And gather up such seeds as sown
Through the troubled course of her existence, then begone
To distant parts, to pull new worlds down off the shelf.
So she spins in silence 'round her star
As billions wonder where the angels are;
The incense rising everywhere
Their hope a jewel in the Celestial Share.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2010
Today we begin with a quote from Eisenstein
with commentary in brackets
informed by Bucky Fuller's cooperative metaphysic
of Synergetic Steerage.
"We have a[n intuited, autonomic systemic] need to stay in contact with people with whom we share emotional and economic ties. In past times, these people were usually close by. A hunter-gatherer or fourteenth-century Russian peasant would have had little use for a telephone. Telephones [and www] began to meet a need only when other developments in technology and culture spread human beings [even] farther apart and splintered extended families [and neighborhoods] and [national through] local communities [as sustainable ecosystems]. So the basic need they meet is not something new under the sun." [Basic cooperative communication need has evolved to global cooperative scale because technology's deductive path has evolved a co-arising economic/ecological imperative.]
What Plan B Fuller eco-comprehended
as an implied Universal First Principle of Positive Synergetic Balance:
all Primal Principles
must be universally co-informed,
"cooperative" defined as ergodically and ionically regenerating full-fractal,
to achieve integrative,
Spaceship Earth cooperative wealth optimization,
as sustainability of positive life-trend energy,
and revolutionary ecocultural dialectical design
and ectosymbiotic/endosymbiotic correlational landscape evolution
toward health and safety
away from pathology
and high risk economically illogical dissonance ,
suboptimizing polycultural outcome planning
and therefore delivery of co-empathic mindbody dis-ease,
chronic stress with climatic peaks trending upward.
Economists and eco-nomists bilaterally recognize
production of newly commodifying need-systems
with creation of consumptive/absorptive/nutritional evolution
of need v. want constellations and priorities.
The difference between a Plan A Competitive
Win-Lose need-based economist,
and a Cooperative
Win-Win gift-rooted eco-nomist,
strategist and logician and linguist,
policy and planning analyst,
is Left-Right dipolar balance as negatively correlated with cognitive dissonance;
of Win-Lose as suboptimizing health and wealth
compared to a double-negatively reiterating thermostat,
decompositional analysis trending,
reverse hierarchical tree
of unfolding regenerative strings,
including binary trend QBit 0=squared/fractal-centric time as function
of mutual subsidiarity positive-default comprehension
as Win-Win bicameral informational system's
and permacultural uracil-yang/cytosine-yinyin
b-ionically deductive/inductive zeroistic design.
We can approach the further
question of optimizing Polynomial syntax and form and function
as equivalently and dipolar self-defined by -(-P),
binary RNA syntax
of analogical economic polynomial trend QByte-octave
double/elliptical fractal rhythm and patterned balance.
We might approach this question
with fractally 0-squared digital information
as ecological trend analysis
with a dual hypothesis,
to see which is more productive
of a healthy and wealthy past,
We could observe
that the proposition
is non-equivalent to Not-Polynomial Information"
has been our scientific deductive and metric
analytically encultured eisegetical assumption,
leading to competitive irresolution
through our own default Win-Lose economics of evolutionary demise.
in this irrationally eternal place,
we cannot deductively explain
why some issues,
have resonantly resolvable solutions
and scientific revolutions
while others calculate their way through infinite time.
Which is which is rather like trying to separate Kuhnian primal revolutions
from more normatively diversifying-further-individuating-articulating
we start with the heuristic assumption
that Polynomial spacetime universe =
where might this take us toward explaining
ecological, and perhaps even cosmological
Cooperative Game Theory:
P-positive Win = (-,-) equivalent Win NP,
a positive draw,
anticipating an equally positive draw choice from nondual Other
is RNA-rooted naturally systemic,
with outcome to co-redeem transaction faith
both positively and cooperatively
as long as everyone chooses to play nice.
Group Binomial (0)-Soul Theory:
Explicate Convex Boundary +P = +(0)
Implicate (Bohm) Concave Double-Bound NP = -(-0).
And, so, to our deductively metric and commodifying friends
at Clay Math Institute,
at least the field of permacultural design
and all the cells of RNA heritage,
appear premised on a Zero-Binomial Assumption
that P-yangspace = N(NP)-yinyintime = +/-C ecosquared
as c-squared Universe equals e-squared Synergetic Balanced Integrity (Unitarian),
the balance of deductively formal Yang light
with inductively flowing YinYin double-bound octave frequency harmonics,
co-arising form with intuitive-empathic eco-consciousness function.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
God, tell me the mystery of your will.
For as far as I can see is your majesty.
The desert is as small as the eye of a needle.
And it is, in this paradise, a travesty.
The flowing springs are sparkling clear and cool,
And they water the green foliage and flowers.
From hill to hill, beauty is on display,
And, in every direction, proof of your growing powers.
Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2010
I am more than a menace to society
There’s a twist in my sobriety
Please help me sculpt my destiny
Help me return to incorruptibility
Why do I believe Google not your holy book?
Why do I trust the teacher not the parent?
Why do I have faith in the label not the quality?
Why do I confide in counselors not my spouse?
Strangers become closer than siblings
Democracy daunts more than dictatorship
Price becomes more important than value
Which God do I praise and worship?
Who is the custodian of my conscience?
Who is the guardian of my scruples?
Who is the protector of my principles?
Who is the curator of my values and visions?
What if all that I know turned out false?
What if we were wrong about everything?
What if we weren’t who we thought we were?
What if infinity and zero were vice versa?
Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014
< amidst flocked needles ...
woven ornament strewn ...
a star is ... born
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
Dawn chorus trills arias in duet
Not a dulcet tone morning to forget
Rose shot with purl
A white wedding dress shimmers in sunlight
The blond tresses tied, a threaded delight
Rose petals curl
The fresh flush of a virgin: prescribed writ
The purity evident on soffit
Rose throws to hurl
The serene still reflection in mirror
Belie fervid brow - tester an error?
Rose bud unfurls
By Suzette Crous
19 January 2013
Inspired by the quote by William Carlos Williams: “It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.”
purl (n): sewing thread that is made from gold or silver wire
shot (adj): woven of two colours in such a way that when the fabric is viewed from different angles the visible colours change.
Fervid: (poet.) Hot, glowing, impassioned.
Tester (n): Canopy esp. over four-poster bed
Please see the About Section for details explaining the background to this poem.
Usually the same meter (eg as applicable to a couplet) is employed throughout the poem.The number of possible variants following a scheme are too many to list here. Whichever verse pattern you decide on, it must be followed throughout the poem. In this poem I am exploring the possibility of employing two different meter to accentuate the TAIL (line 3) where I changed the meter in lines one and two from anapaestic trimeter to iambic dimeter in line three.
Lines 1 and 2: anapestic trimeter
* * / | * * / | * * / .....* an additional unstressed syllable
I end some of the lines with an extra feminine syllable (unstressed)
Line 3: iambic dimeter
* / | * /
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013
Fear and violence and guilty judgment
display synaptically sharp,
competing "Loser!" skittish economies.
Love and active peace sustain buoyance,
robustly revolving away
from red skies of mourning;
cooperatively mutual Win-Win
ecology of evolution.
I want so badly to fly my competing belief kites,
for my string to remain confidently taut,
vibrantly humming and singing my self-righteousness,
intrinsic value and merit,
for my eisegesis to transcend up and out
catching our multi-cultural wind,
decomposing old ways of competing
as we bow to my better judgment,
declaring my Orthodox wisdom kite
your kite won't fly this way,
or hasn't after all these frustrating
lean growing years of learning our faith
in competing paradigms,
where one must be more right,
the best kite,
but really not just the best,
because we would each love to obliterate
all inkiting competition.
Our ego-cycling judgment
reads and studies why each must be elite
to lead losers behind.
Meanwhile, some of us are relearning,
reweaving kites flying best together
like wedges of geese
balanced and resiliently squawking
our glad tidings,
"It's warmer south,
and colder north,
and vice versa,
depending on which habitual hemisphere
you dominantly favor."
Together we catch post-millennial wind
to soar our joyously cooperating kites
in Golden self-regenerative atmosphere of inclusive grace.
If my eisegetical kite won't fly right,
if my EarthTribe can't hear or understand
or care about what I have to proclaim,
I listen deeper
to find how high
my kite might float
in richer racing flowstreams,
as positive deviant diversity
among mutually mentoring companions,
quacking our coincidental ecologic.
We find each Other's incarnated contours,
merging one breath,
two resonant heartbeat kites,
Then rise to fly apart.
sustain mutual listening,
sync-rhythmic vibrant revolution
spiraling up and away,
soaring eastern harmonies,
dancing inkited incarnate breeze.
Left-Right well-bowed bicameral sparring confluence
toward mutual gratitude,
centering mindfulness soaring regeneratively up
reducing tipping-tail dissonance and stress,
waving down and up
in and out
back and forth to smile warm namaste.
Leaning left proposes inspiration,
flexing right disposes expiration,
together swelling prime (0) spinal soul,
our permacultural kite-fly system
fractally equivalent decomposing,
interdependent open windowed balance,
which was our Original Intent,
to reach up toward bicameral balancing flight,
as Left breathes in
Right breathes back out regifting Earth,
positively praying revolution's gratitude.
Breathing out what you breathe in,
breathing in what you breath out,
my Yang inhale our Yin exhale,
my Yin exhale our Yang inhale,
balancing (0)-sum ecologic stress,
flying our long-taled inter-nesting kite.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Last night I bore a troubled heart
And prayed the Lord His peace impart...
And dreamt I then of fancy things
Of angel's wings, and Queens, and Kings
Of pirate ships and maidens fair
With emerald eyes and golden hair...
Then, flying there on wings of thought
Was quickened homeward sleeping brought
And woke instead to cold of morn
With worries lurking still forlorn...
Then, while sipping coffee's wake
Did by the garden respite take
And playing there I spied two fox
like stooges wearing reddened locks...
I prayed the Lord to spare my grief
And woke today to comic relief!
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
Never fear that you walk alone
As God is walking by your side
He’s always there to give you strength
To comfort and to show he cares.
Remember God is with you every day
His light is there to be a guide for you
Let your heart be touched by his love
Open up your heart to allow his love through.
When you’re lost in the storm and feel very scared
Don’t lose your faith God is there watching over you
Gods guiding light will come shining from above
Beaming like the sun’s rays embracing you in love
At the end of the storm, the skies will be golden
The larks will be singing high in the trees
Reach deep inside to find the strength to carry on
Allow your fears to fly away with the breeze.
Remember now when days seem too dark
It’s impossible to put a smile on your face
Never give up because there is always hope
Deep inside your restless troubled heart.
Find a way to let faith back in your life again
Be rid of all the days of bitterness and pain.
Always walk with your head held high
With your faith you’ll never feel lost again.
Copyright © Pam Woolford | Year Posted 2011
Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
Gambling is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.
Economics is like farming,
if you don't play this organic co-operative game,
you'll have no competitive winnings.
Ecologic is like farming,
if we don't play this polycultural community-building game,
we'll have no long-term sustainable,
much less optimized systemic,
Stay aware and purposeful in your search,
for happiness is truly in the searching.
Stay awake and purposeful in our co-operative research,
eco-logical economies remain synergetic
within our ecotherapeutic searching.
Stay awake and mindful of polypathic meaning
in your Regenerative Permacultural Research Life,
for happiness, confluence, equity, beauty, grace, karma's
Prime Relationship Balanced Teleology
are truly within multisystemic universal eco-searching.
How do we sleep while part of us feels gone?
Frogs and night birds,
bats and insects cry out for company
filling raucous warm luscious breeze
carrying chicken soup songs of love
not yet won,
love wanted and needed with primal longing
to belong back together
for our first really great time.
How do we sleep
while part of us longs gone?
Night flight resolves revolving chatter,
fractal spinning spiral-echoes
haunting iconic timeless teachings
from potential future Right-brain memory
predicative facts of fantasy,
confluent, confident islands of prophetic sanity
boundary inspiring polycultures,
of self-optimizing intertribal communication.
How do we sleep
in this racket of absent SuperEgo
missing reverse-evil hope of flight tonight?
God as the Doomed and Dooming Ground of All Being,
under Whom we hide from shamed non-redeeming character,
We thought we were economically neutral
on this moving Goddess Train of Earth,
oblivious to Her climatic millennial warnings
to ease up on the fire power,
take a break,
let's cool down,
enjoy some slower peace and more mindfully inclusive justice.
Remaining neutral in our farming cooperative relationships,
admittedly a slower moving race,
and yet it helps to confluently comprehend our spin
with Common balancing thermodynamic balance,
and how fast is too fast, too Yangish,
and how slow is too slow, too Yinnish,
and when we might slow down to rebalance Yang with Yin,
and how much we might slow down
emerges permaculturally predicated
as [+Yang = (-)(-)Yin]
= Universal-Optimal Natural Systemic Revolution
= space/time binary Closed MetaSystem reverse-hierarchical balance,
to sustain our permacultured rich teleological neutrality
on Gaia's Zero-sum regenerative train.
How do we wake
when part of Us is out of whack?
How do we awaken
our search for polycultural economic justice standards
for researching well-being sustenance,
self-optimizing regeneration with Eco Mindfulness Intent?
Planting regenerative seeds,
to grow co-redemptive pay-it-forward gift economies,
winnowing metasystemic research
to optimize repurposing meaningful purpose,
EarthTribe's eco-logical self-redemption future day
covering love, peace, happiness, contentment, justice, information confluence roots
with threats, opportunities, strengths, weaknesses systemically balancing compost,
learning faith and hope through suffering dissonance and dismay
as redemption's comprehensive consciousness,
Permaculturalist Economic Tao:
sleep and wake and absorb others, as you would have them be you NOW
to re-emerge our EcoTribe's informating therapeutic,
Natural systems are to spiritual systemic comprehension,
as Physical is to Metaphysical Universe (B. Fuller's definition),
as Yang is to Yin,
as Polynomial Information is to Double-Bound Negative Polynomial Information Balancing Trends.
Polypathic and multisystemic relationships are like therapeutic organic farming,
if you don't plant diverse fractal-holonic DNA/RNA-encrypted seeds,
you'll not have an Optimized PolyCultural crop to harvest.
Ain't nobody here 'ceptin us Chickens
and somehow we all land in this soupy mess together.
Let's keep on lickin' each other's wounds.
Try a little less hen-peckin'.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Whilst we are raindrops,
we forget we are water.
Copyright © C A | Year Posted 2010
In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware,
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat
thats been thrashing
inside me since birth
Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute
Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty
Right now I am peace - still you
Right now, I am exactly as I am
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013
Evolution unfolds history
as economics forms cultural values.
Just as currency only carries values we supply
as a society of economists,
so my own paltry sums can only carry those values
I am willing to invest.
Money does not grow out of some distant Orthodox investment value tree,
We invest our money,
like our time,
in our values, or disvalues.
Cash is our economic cart,
while our cultural health is our investment horsepower.
Our wealth values are subjects of economic life,
as integrative investments are objects,
meaningful as ecological life in healthy time,
justice-right space in timeless peace and justice,
as actively invested love.
Our "need" values are negatively synaptic--
lots of horsepower,
as our want values are positively aptic,
optimal composting economic norms
and naturally healthy assumptions of synergetic ecologic,
like the stress of rapid spring growth
must separate winter's decompositional co-gratitude
from summer's regenerous amplitude.
We need to not be hated and hateful
marginalized or marginalizing others.
We need to be loved as lovers of all nature,
including humane nature.
We would like to not be neglected and ignored,
the subject of our own self-ridicule.
We would like to be met with gratitude
and healthy robust trust
and willingness to invest in mutually cooperative values.
We invest in ecological cooperation more gracefully
knowing our future time is intrinsically co-redemptive,
through our synergetic praxis,
cooperative self and other love
as gift-it-forward investments from Elder generations,
passing through our positive co-arising intent,
to redeem our future history of regenerators.
Ecojustice yang horsepower
races genetically bionic Eco-Logic's YinYin Cart,
just as ecological values and disvalues
empower global Yang to drive
our co-arising economic cart of wealth deposits with empoverishing loss
and health risk,
currency as energy flow and constipation,
and nutritional functions of co-redemptive compost.
Ecological karma predicts economic grace,
or not so much risk
and loss of face.
A regeneratively optimizing ecosystem
presupposes a redemptively cooperative economy.
A degenerative sub-optimizing eco-stressed culture,
lack of comprehensive consciousness,
grows mental and physical illness,
chronic cognitive dissonance,
inclusive affective autism,
flat-line economic entropy
with high risks of wilting
consumers and producers,
extinguishing richly effective pollinators.
It seems to me that ecological trends
predict an economic trickle up theory,
disempowerment and disinvestment
in synergetic systems,
beloved and climax community development,
will continue leading toward our demise,
until this unraveling ecosystem
reconnects balancing tipping points
and wu-wei principle
for reweaving ecojustice.
An EarthTribe platform of Earth Rights,
for Self as Earth-holonic,
as for Other,
as for all Earth's triumphal eco-justice logical future.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Sometimes I steal away to a quiet place and seek my Heavenly Father’s face.
In his presence I find the peace to calm my troubled mind.
He walks with me on green garden paths and by Blue Mountain streams.
I hear his still soft voice whisper in the sound of rippling streams
and in the whisper of the pine trees.
Ever listening for my call, around me his mercy drops fall.
When I bow beneath my heavy load and tears streak my face
He is always there with a warm embrace.
When God speaks in whispers I can see his love all around
For Brian Strand's contest: Any theme
Copyright © Lori Lucas McClure | Year Posted 2011