Long poem by
Isaiah Zerbst | Details |
From Judges 11.
His brothers cast the young man out, the child of an harlot;
He fled away to distant Tob before they found an outlet
For anger, more than what they'd done, to fully disinherit
And drive him from his father's house, though not for foul demerit
Within himself, but all for greed- it made them hate their brother.
Now Jephthah lives his life alone, without a father, mother;
He goes about with newfound friends, considered rather shady:
At least he does not get too wild; he found himself a lady,
And has a one and only child, a daughter like her mother.
She's tall and slim, with long, black hair; as fair as any other,
And loves to dance and sing and play her timbrels with the daughters
Of the mighty men of Tob, who play their music by the waters
Of the brimming banks of Yarmuk; lovely music, song, and dancing,
In the evening, in the twilight, which is wordlessly enchanting;
So much so that all the stars come out before the sun has drifted
Below the burning desert sands, thus Nature's course has shifted
From what it was, what e'er has been his want, his call of duty,
And all to see some pretty maids who sing and dance with beauty.
The Ammonites come, bent on war, on taking land and cattle;
They'd kill the men of Gilead and claim the spoils of battle:
The land that once belonged to Sihon, which Israel gained possession,
Then Joshua allotted to the sons of Gad and Reuben.
Thus Ammon claimed what was not his, but what he thought he needed;
And Israel must be captained well, or else they'll be defeated.
The elders ride in haste to Tob, to Jephthah's lordly dwelling
To find the man who would be best and see if he is willing;
But Jephthah said, "Did you not hate me? Did you not expel me
Out of my father's house, and now you come to me and tell me
Of your need when in distress? If I by some rare providential
Act of mercy be successful, will you lay aside resentful
Ways and set me over you?" And this they would; they needed badly
A man who knew the art of war, who charged in battle madly;
So they agreed and made him captain over all the forces,
The leader of the fighting men, the officers, and horses.
Then Jephthah vowed a vow to God, he said, "If Thou wilt give me
A vict'ry over Ammon, then returning I will give Thee
Whatsoever first will greet me at the doorway of my dwelling
As an offering of fire for a savor sweet of smelling
Unto Thee." And having spoken he departed to the battle
With his whole command of soldiers, with a clash and tramp and rattle:
And they smote and killed the Ammonites until the Plain of Vineyards;
In twenty cities passing through as Jephthah drove them downwards.
The town of Mizpeh heard the news and every mouth was voicing
The praises of their leader and his soldiers with rejoicing;
Then, as they saw him from afar, the townsfolk all assembled
To cheer their hero, now their judge; but mighty Jephthah trembled,
For as he came unto his house his daughter came to meet him
With timbrels and with dances from his door she came to greet him;
Her raven tresses bouncing, and her flowing dresses swirling;
Her face alight with happiness, and glowing as she's twirling.
She smiles at her hero from the battlefront returning,
But he cannot return it for the raging storm that's churning
Inside himself, and making him so weak and sick and frightful
For his daughter, lovely daughter, blessed with grace and so delightful.
And he said, "O sweet Celena, you have cast my spirit downward,
For I've vowed a vow that's binding, and I cannot take it backward;
I have sworn to make a sacrifice of fire of whatever
First would meet me at the doorway of my house; but I had never
Thought that it should be a person, but a heifer or a doeling,
Or perhaps a dove or pigeon." Here he stopped, for tears were rolling
Down his cheeks, and rent his clothing as he stood there, crushed and grieving;
Amazed at what he'd done, and even now not quite believing
His hand must wield the wicked knife; his hand must light the fire;
His hand must end his daughter's life; his hand must build the pyre.
He stared at his offending limbs, said, "Would to God I'd lost them;"
For now he had to tell his wife how much his oath had cost them.
Then Celena, brave Celena said, "Perform what you have spoken;
For the Lord has taken vengeance and the Ammonites are broken:
Only grant me two months longer so that I and my companions
May bewail my virgin state among the mountains and the canyons."
One word was all that he could say, the one word, "Go," and held her
A moment to his bosom as his teary eyes beheld her;
A chain of gold about her neck, dress gay with colored sashes;
A tremble in her ruby lips, a teardrop in her lashes.
Then turning from her father, to the wilderness she stumbled;
Her eyes so filled with tears that down the road she tripped and tumbled,
And lay a while in the deep, deep dust that rose above her;
Then stripped her golden necklace, one gold ring and then the other
And threw them from her to be swallowed by the dusty powder:
"What good is gold?" she softly mumbled, crying ever louder.
Retreating to the lonely cliffs, the desert's jagged mountains,
Where desolation reigns enthroned, except for by the fountains
And streams that bring a thread of life, that ever downward trailing
Flows by the place where seven maidens gather as they're wailing
The loss of faithful friend, the favored, beautiful Celena,
Who would not flee, but e'er would be the dutiful Celena,
Submitting to her father's vow, though leading to her dying.
The place that used to ring with song and laughter fills with crying;
And music now is sighing of the maids and lonesome whispers
Of the wind. And those who danced are aimless wanderers and drifters,
Seldom speaking: consolation is but vain when 'tis imparted
To a soul whose days are numbered when its life has barely started.
Long poem by
Robert Ronnow | Details |
Absolute science and art of being whole
at one and under no delusion that
mankind (or nature) give a ****
whether you amount
to something or not.
nothing but matter matters, matter, content
of life (serious, love it) hate
death, for the hell of it, to
see what it's like in
the heart of
Deeper and deeper I go
but who would bother to kill me
or love me? Belonging to the drums
of wooful war I
woof and bay like
Down I go to the depths of material life
the material is spirit wrought
by the material world. The
drum and jet plane
the bird and sumac
No answer is forthcoming for the young fool
importunes to ask too frequently
the fool's question. What
is my next move. He
steps lightly and does
not seem to care
material world is reality, my friend
and sadness is the spiritual root
without which the love-nut
may be reached only
raw, where desert delights exhibit
movement in the sunlit light. Where
none find their way
without following leaders
sometimes the wrong way.
apart from the dance or the dancer who
cutting cross country laughs
at his perennial fright of being
caught outdoors, out of sight
alone with the wind and rain
for days on end
on the roof, the telephone ringing,
books getting delivered to the library free,
gratis, no fight, no love
a meager understanding
of what rolls
rolls the earth (and may sometimes rock it)
each of us achieving the gravity of a planet
and pulling the world apart with our loves.
Taking existence beyond the limits
set for it, into
We went out beyond the surf
into the adirondack of trees waiting,
wanting nothing, mountains
wanting to grow slowly.
Long poem by
Gina Young | Details |
I once walked into my backyard
and found two slugs mating in a bucket
I had just learned how slugs go about mating,
or trust-I would have been rightly confused
Here hangs a long line of slime, almost a foot long
and then halfway down the thread of slime, it begins to twist, to look like a strand of DNA
I am fascinated beyond comprehension
What am I seeing, I mean I KNOW what Im seeing- But WHAT am I seeing??
These two gelatinous creatures, that I admit Ive never given much thought to before
are forming the most intricate, delicate dance of fornication
This is too much for my mind,
and so I just sat and looked on in awe...this lasted for awhile so I unfortunately wasnt there for the seperation.
Now, Im lost in the realm of procreation, its consumed in my head every time I go back and imagine those delicate slugs.
Cats. Big, small, lions, cheetahs, tigers..I believe they all mate the same way.
A female goes into estrus, and males come rolling in from far and wide. Marking every guidepost along the way, announcing his arrival.
The Lioness lays comfortably in the shade, waiting to be presented her King.
And the brawl ensues. Maybe hours or days. Screaming and slashing, boasting and threatening.
And finally when the lesser males are too worn out, too ashamed, given up, deflated...
The big man with all the prowess grabs his woman with his teeth, mounting her, her resisting..testing if she approves.
They are loud and vicious when they finally get down to it. And persistent.
Days go by, they barely eat, they are barely concious of their surroundings, hormones driving them.
They mate, they rest, they fight, they mate, they rest.
And then its over just like nothing ever happened. And shes left alone to gestate the next generation.
Birds. Birds vary...dogs and cats can be predictable when it comes to making babies.
But birds have different rules. Alot of birds mate for life and are monogomous...better than humans at it too.
Swans are particularly faithful, and heartbroken when their mates die.
There is a type of male bird that will spend hours upon hours building elaborate, beautiful nests,
collecting pretty, colorful things...making a comfortable space to get it on with his lady.
And then the females browse the different nests looking for the perfect living space for a very important event.
Some birds dance, they show off every beautiful move they have to earn the heart and eggs of a woman.
And we all know peacocks. The males are burdened with being beautiful, trying to catch a pretty birds eye. Quite opposite of us peoples, huh?
I could go on...but just a few more points on procreation.
Penguins, males keeping the eggs, almost starving to death to make sure they hatch.
Crocodiles burying their eggs just offshore, and just waiting to take out predators looking for yummy croc eggs.
Octopi will do some craziness where the female starves herself to death to make sure her young hatch alive.
Male seahorses defying everything we know about life, carry the babies....if they can, why...??
Orcas will nurse for up to 5 years, even after another calf has been born. The females never leave the family.
Female hyenas have a 7 inch clitoris which they give birth out of, Im grateful to not be a hyena.
The strongest, largest shark in the womb will cannibalize its siblings. Survival of the fittest.
So now Humans.
We have hormones like all the other animals, we act on them, we procreate.
But its almost as if we do this slyly. Not everyone obviously-not aimed at people fighting to have a child.
We say were making love, connecting, feeling. But how much is truly lust, hormones and instinct?
We have similarities of all animals in our mating rituals, whether babies are in mind or not.
Men act tough, or try to look so slick. Women flirt and dance and wear bright shiny objects, like shes trying to lure a magpie not a partner.
And we have our fights, we get vicious and physical, we fight and we penetrate, fight and penetrate.
And then almost always someone walks away.
I always come back to the slugs.
Where there seems to be no pretension, no need for competition.
I could be so completly wrong about so many things.
But those slugs just seem to be doing something right.
Long poem by
south aqua | Details |
My watch is broken, I can not wait for you to get here
The sun is heating,(I cannot believe) today, we're finally meeting.
I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna act or what I'm gonna say
But of one thing I'm sure, when you'll be in front of me, you'll take my breath away.
While I'm waiting, my mind is flying away
From the moment you'll get here, to the first move you'll make.
I just wish, this day to be perfect
I hope I'm ready for any unexpected events.
It's getting late and you're nowhere to be found
I'm getting all kinds of emotions, but is nothing I can do about..
The park is empty, looks like the rain is gonna arrive
I guess I should be going too, nothing makes me stay around.
Maybe you got stuck in traffic or you've just changed your mind,
Either way, I better go now, maybe we'll get to meet some other time..
And now my battery is dying, I have such a lucky day,
I don't think this day could get any better,
>>no 'eff!n' way!!<<
Where should I go now? to the hotel or to a pub?
I'll get me something to drink before Imma call it a nite.
I don't find my card key, guess I'm losing my mind..
Who the 'eff' are you 'my friend'?
Why do you have to honk so loud?
me: Gosh, you scared me!
you: Where are you going? don't we have a date?
me: Hey, you're the one that got here late.
you: Yeah, I'm sorry. look, I've been running all the way...
me: Cool. I'm glad you came.
I'm starving. where you gonna take me?
you: well, since our picnic is ruined, thanks to the coming rain..
lemme take you to my favorite restaurant..
me: sounds great. OK.
While in the car, you've turned on the radio
And the silliest song was playing in the air
Smiling, you looked at me and started dancing
Gosh, you're amazing. (that's what I said)
We've got to the restaurant
It's getting pretty hot
No sign of the rain now
Guess she just changed her mind.
When I stepped inside
My favorite song was playing .. so loud
And once you've heard it, you took my hand in yours and smiled
you: Hey, this is our song since now!!
Since then I got this feeling, this awesome feeling inside
I'm with the right person and the nite has just begun
You're full of surprises, beautiful and kind
For me you are so special, I'll roll my dice tonight.
Next thing I know, we were back in the car
The music was playing loud, you were driving too far
The last stop we've made, was at the hotel I'm staying
You grabbed me in your arms and .. and then's when it started ... raining.
The weather gets colder, your hand is on my shoulder,
I ask you if you want to come and wait inside.
The fireplace is on, your clothes are on the stove
I bring you comfy clothes, while you're in the shower.
The rain is falling from the sky, the night is deep, looks black and white
I pour you a glass of wine while getting closer.
The electricity goes off, all of a sudden
We're in the dark, the music stops - I lit (up) a candle.
Looks like the rain has stopped now (or for the moment)
I pour you another glass of wine..
I touch your hand, you're grabbing mine
And pull me closer.
The last thing I remember, you were playing through my hair
I felt your (warm) breath down on my neck and I've kissed your shoulder
Slowly, you laid me down, on the floor, whispering something in my ear
Your fingers were walking down my spine, I've closed my eyes.. that's when we've kissed.
We've spent the night together, sleeping in each other arms
I was your blanket, you were my pillow - the dawn was coming fast.
I woke up and.. watching you sleeping
You found me smiling when you've opened your eyes.
Things went so fast - time was flying by
Only four days, until we say goodbye.
All the sand from the beach, the pictures framed in our minds
The scrambled eggs in the mornings, (all those) kisses (stolen) through the night.
While I'm counting the seconds, my mind is flying away
From the moment we've met, to the last thing you'll say.
I just wish, this day to last forever
I hope our story will never have an end.
In the airport, while waiting for our planes to come
Our silly love song was playing one more time
And once again, you took my hand in yours and smiled
That's when you've asked me, if I want to be ... your wife.
Long poem by
Elena Frank | Details |
''Welcome to Hell," the sign should've read,
Reaching your destination-its all in your head!
Thank you, for your invention.
I'l. Never leave your side.
We'll become very acquainted.
My child, there's no where to hide
"Last call for the train heading to Nowhere Fast,"
The memories you create will forever last.
I bet you feel silly
Falling right into my lap.
I'm a master at temptation
You'll cant escape my trap.
Don't pray to god he left your side
Just take my hand and let us collide.
I will teach you how to play the game.
How does it feel to dance with the Devil?
Did you realize yet that we are the same?
Are you honestly going to try and beat me?
A useless battle if you want to know.
Go ahead and give it a shot
I'm in the mood for a good show.
I'll always be your dirty little secret.
I won't disappear over time.
I guess, you think your special.
But I won't leave without a fight
Ill do my best to bring you back,
I'll keep you up at night.
When ever you will want me
You know I'm always near
I will remain your nightmare,
I'm still your biggest fear.
A vicious cycle, that’s what I am
I tend to only speak the truth
I'm Satin's weapon of destruction.
The silent killer of your youth.
"the voice of victory"
One year sober, the world seemed dim and black.
But I made a promise and I'm not going back.
I whipped my eyes, there is no reason to cry.
The time has come to say goodbye.
You brought me joy, but mostly strife.
Then you started to take over my life.
It felt so natural I didn't think twice.
But your a king at manipulation and you played it nice.
It's been 2 years I guess that you lied.
You said there is no way out, but I called your bluff.
I reslize now that enough was enough.
The path I have chosen led me the wrong way.
No one thought I will service, but here I stand today.
The memories of your sweet rush are no longer a threat.
I have done many things in life but you were the biggest regret.
I know temptation oh so well.
I know your everywhere, waiting to lead me to hell.
Save your self the trouble and don't even Try.
I locked the gates to hell when I said goodbye.
But I hear this voice inside my head.
I know I burried you yet you are not dead.
The fantasy world you provided was nothing but a lie.
Your a constant reminder that life can change in a blink of an eye.
I have been clean for too long to go back to my old ways.
I like the new me and this is how it must stay.
Life may get hard and I might get off track.
But don't count on me, I am not coming back.
I am happy with my life,been though its not the same.
Drugs took so much from me but I beat the devil at his game.
This is a voices that reside in my head.
So I desided to share them with the world instead.
Life may get hard and things will fall apart.
But remember tomorrow is always a new start.
There is many ways to deal and cope.
And believe me neither one of them is connected to dope.
Don't take the easy way out, it will will destroy who you are.
Don't chose drugs as your escape, they won't get you to far.
I share because I know
that once your in, you can't let go.
They are every where and the each have a name.
I was lucky enough to defeat this game.
But not all off us are strong enough.
Not all of us can call the bluff.
Never dance with the devil, is the advice I will give.
Because god has a plan for everyone, so you must always believe.
When things hit rock bottom and life fills with fear.
Remember that god didn't bring you this far to just leave u here.
By: Elena Frank
Long poem by
Bernard Colasurdo | Details |
It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.
They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.
And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.
Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.
But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.
The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.
So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.
They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.
So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.
Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.
So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.
What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?
What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.
What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.
For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.
We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.
But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.
So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.
So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.
Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.
For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?
For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three
If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.
Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.
We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If not there for each other then where is the hope?
You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.
So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.
By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.
For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.
He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.
So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.
They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.
You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.
So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?
Long poem by
liam mcdaid | Details |
Always a Dream
A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors,
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine,
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.
Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes,
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person;
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.
With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”
With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another,
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.
With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet-loving young prince, and
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.
Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and
Deeply in love.
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose,
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (October 29, 2014)
Long poem by
Robert Lindley | Details |
A Dream That Came True.
In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
I practiced the words befitting her splendor!
She had been noticing my adoring glances as she
adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date
that night was on!
I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
how about I wear no panties?
My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation
It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
for her hands were busier than mine!
A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men
openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
sexual beauty was actually with me!
What happened later that night you can imagine,
the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!
We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
a few years and then it happened..
My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up
three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then,
O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped
A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .
I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
begin to rise. She noticed and laughed,
LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
O' that smile!
As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
Longest two hours of my life!
Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
With a broken leg and shattered dream!!!
Fate can be so cruel.....
So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a
smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
Something that great never lasts, never lasts....
Robert Lindley, 11-10-2014
Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of it is even true!!!
Found this last week while rummaging around in some old files I had...
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore of the poet?
Beautifully flowing style and structure?
or truth of content?
Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?
Of course it must be both,
symbiotically fertilizing and farming each incubating embryo,
functioning and forming creative language,
an expression of intuited deduction,
refinement toward exegetically known and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical analogy
economy of linguistic order,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing functional flow and forms
through right-brained regeneratively intuited
proportional and aesthetic octave polycultured memory,
What evolves and seeds
plants and pulls
harvests and winnows language,
understanding and learning,
comprehension and mentoring orthopraxis,
ecotherapy and healing
rationality and polypathic sanity?
This optimally sustaining
revolutionary bipolar meaning
for graceful living
and healing poetry,
enculturates as metaphysically expressed
through universal laws of language
and cooperative economics,
trans-actively mutual mentoring love,
as words teach us what we think
and thoughts inspire our Way (Tao)
toward optimally inclusive expression.
Meanwhile poetry evolves physically incarnating
through global dancing and singing
in full octave ringing circles
of energy and organic-spiral dynamic mass,
Poets conduct dancing lyrics of life through death,
Poets prehend self-governance structures
in ways of light more enlightened
than competing partisan pedantry;
which may not be saying much for poets.
Transliterating Laotse on "Rulers":
Of the best public administrators
The people only have faith,
prehend, that they exist,
or did way back in the day;
The next best they love and praise:
the comprehensively wise polypaths
with CQI regenerative well-being outcomes.
The abusive and tyrannical next they fear;
And the neglectful next they revile and ridicule;
weak and humorless fools.
When poets do not command the people's faith,
Some will lose faith in them,
And then they resort to oaths!
But, of the best,
those wisely compassionate cooperative poetic-rulers,
when their outcomes are optimally accomplished,
their full-octaved permacultural design word work done,
The folks all remark,
"We have written and told and danced,
lived and breathed,
colored and cultured it ourselves."
It is no more or less feasible
to have a mutually subsidiary
and cooperative design and development
than it is to find a wise and holy
competitive hoarder of wealth and power.
Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose.
teleology as ecologic.
Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
Rugby SCRUM* DANCE for Divorced and Dis-abused Wedding Guests
(Packs made up of eight « players » (see note below) may be formed indifferently : either segregate the sexes or mix them up. No sweat ! Only keep children away !)
Both parties, now
Take two steps forward
Crouch - Pause - Engage
Lock jaws, crush noses, twist mouths, stick tongue in eyes
Chew tufts of ear and eye haïr, straggling locks and stubborn
Spit putrid saliva into slobbering teary-sweaty faces
Crush toes under boots, judo-kick ankles and, if possible, necks
Watch the three heads stuck between first-row thighs
Aim kick to upturn canines
Let not number 8 make as if s/he was kept out of pack
Hooker ! Reach out with your you-know-what
And tickle fancies
Watch both scrum-halves wheedle legs between legs with number 8s
Aim side-kicks to tumble them down flat on face
Now inhale long arm-pit fragrance
And expel into snorting nostrils
Hey ! Cut that exhaust fuming out back there, you 8s !
Exert pressure with cheeks on thighs
Slurp up grass and worm-eaten soil
With every boot-kick to resist head-on-shoulder thrust
While pushing with all one’s might from the thighs upwards
Claw with three fingers : one in ears, the other in mouths and the third in either of the eyes (best when nails have not been cut for three weeks or more)
In fact, claw at anything that présents a bulbous jelly-like
Those gasping for breath in the rear of the pack have to content themselves breathing in spent jettisoned shafts of air forced out by tremendous thrusts
Take two steps to the right and then to the left
Go back a bit once this way
and then the other
Now turn the packs around : once, twice, thrice
Ladies ! Please !
Dig high heels in hookers’ rumps
Wiggle waggle chops
Let paps hang loose and dangle dangle over men’s knees
Hold on to any protruding thing !
Wheel around sideways thrice
Take a deep breath
Then wheel around and around holding fast to the next player’s
Stick tongues out and gasp for breath
Wag chins from side to side jammed to opponents’ faces
If this doesn’t work
If this doesn’t still work
Try tickling wet torsoes with sticky palms
If this too doesn’t work
Ladies ! Burp three times in men’s faces
And if even this doesn’t work
Stand up and fall backwards (if you can)
This – sure as hell – will work !
End of Game
• Certain infringements of the rules in the game can give rise to the SCRUM which is yet another way to re-start the game. The scrum is formed with eight players from each side. The players come together in a crouching position by interlocking arms and has the following formation : 3-4-1. The referee calls out : « Crouch – Pause – Engage ! », and the two eights of each side ram into each other head on ! The scrum half - the player who stands outside - then rolls the ball into the tunnel formed by the opposing players. The scrum players then try to get possession of the ball with their legs.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013