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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Empathy as Green Democracy

I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal knowledge,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings,
empathic trust
where dipolar co-arising mutual immunity
does not raise dissonance as noisy pathology.

I discover this issue as more of a question
about changing my feelings
by changing my beliefs about feelings
as something that could be wrong,
should be different, in a healthier, better, more beautiful world,
would be better if I were a better person,
we would feel and think better, if we could comprehend
our PermaCultural Golden SelfAsOther Political/Economic Rules
of dialectic ecology,
political power trends
with economic reiteratively polyculturing regenerating relationships.

Sometimes when I empathically feel like why and why not
I believe something is not right
about what I think I should rationally define as correct,
according to Business As Usual LeftBrain deductive dominance,
should be truth,
become exegetical,
emerge as permaculturally orthodox co-empathic dominance,
unquestionable feeling/belief in health v pathology,
then I also think my RightBrain feelings
of not right-true
shadowing LeftBrain cooperative-affective dissonant information
of not Left-Right balanced languaged cultural belief,
yet;
truth-statement belief with empathic trust v. mistrust,
distrust as untrust,
chronically evolves as anti-trust, hatred,
monoculturally sociopathic
in more climatically critical political and economic
as ecological events.

I am reading Dr. Cyrus Ernesto Zirakzaden's excellent
"Social Movements in Politics".
The more I read,
the more troubled I feel about this choice of title.
It doesn't feel like it fully matches
the rich evolutionary messages unfolding behind these history lessons.

For example,
Zirakzaden, using Business As Usual academic-analytical narrative voice,
articulates the evolution of West Germany's political/economic
ecological environment,
the prelude understory leading toward more recent historical-cultural emergence of the Green Party,
in the late twentieth century
since the emergence of what became,
as far as I recall from my religious history lessons,
the Christian Party.

Given the enculturing titles of West Germany's social-political systemic structures,
if feels likely many Greens
would prefer Zirakzaden's choice of title to have been
"Political Movements within Judeo-Christian Organized Crimes Against Nature".

How I feel about this story
influences how I think I would best step into it,
empathize within these shifting thoughts and feelings,
most nutritionally,
most informed by empathic poli-economic trust
in healthy feelings,
in feelings which are healthy by definition of their accuracy,
their integrity,
their honesty,
speaking to pathological appositional beliefs as dis-regenerative,
diseased,
dissonant,
troubling.

Yet, this empathy requires a poli-economic choice
between using Advocate v Academic Voice,
at least on paper,
or invested in our great transitional digital cloud of unknowing.

The Green Party emerges as a social-political movement
away from Judeo-Christian Traditions
of Organized Pathological Stewardship,
problematic where divorcing human nature from co-arising sacred nature
of nondual nature/spirit biosystems,
love as synergy,
spiritual minds as natural sensory transregenerational bodies,
Green as notnot Revelations
of Organized Crimes Against OurSelves,
all Earth Tribes,
Earth and her regenerative open-solar co-arising
nondual EcoLogical EcoSystem.

As an EarthTribe global citizen,
reading about W. Germany's Green emergence,
I empathize with the Green Party
as Political Movement Heroine/Hero
EcoTherapeutic Story,
virally inserting ourselves
within every pore and cell
of our Elder Judeo/Christian/Islamic  Story
including Crimes Against Earth
now struggling to change our poli-economic key
from minor to major PermaCultural Development
as CoEmpathic Creative Design
and Primal Purpose for Politics
as a Science;
an EcoTherapeutic Political Tao of Science.

In "Trust in Black America"
Dr. Shayla C. Nunnally explores comparative politics of trust,
mistrust,
distrust,
and probably hate as measured in recent survey samples--
where haters would be unlikely to erupt from sinister closets.

Here we find political trust,
and lack thereof,
follows ecopolitical history,
power-over through Judeo-Christian-Islamic ownership
as the full story about stewardship,
while power-with through empathy
co-arises nondual mutually subsidiary mentorships of ecotrust,
most richly found in cultural-ethnic historical enclaves
within embryonic Earth's OrganicTribal Congress
of ReGenerate-Healthy Evolution.

Even so, my historically nurtured empathic trust,
like everyone else's, 
begins in embryo,
the dynamic fractal-dialectic existentialism of DNA
I believe and feel intends to grow out
as polypathically as politically and economically possible
from that safe healthy epicenter,
ecocenter of healthy holonic humane life.

Empathic Trust is cognitive-affective default
on the love-peace side of history,
absorbing enslaving other-as-self hate, 
anger-fear appositional warring about incommensurable positions
yet still within our own political-economic identity equation.

If we need trusting beliefs
to fully embrace empathic feelings,
do we also need untrusting pathological absence of belief
to fully embrace fears of mutual immunity,
internal ambiguities of unresolved ego/eco
Left/Right,
Self/Other ownership of mutually nutritional trust,
not quite yet discovered?
A mix of more active distrusting juxtapositions about fundamentals of ecobalance
and more moderate mistrusting juxtapositions about proportional aesthetics of multicultural truths;
diverse political positions internally and externally conversing,
noticing and listening for Golden co-empathic trust
to follow nondual bilateral light.
equal polynomial synergy parts
in-between past anger and future fear hearts.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

PermaCulture's Political Lexicon of Grace

Compassion,
rooted in economic capacity and political experience 
within a co-empathic nutritional environment;
like before you came out of Mom.

Nutrition,
rooted in deep listening, learning, and, giving-and-taking, 
absorbing and investing
consuming and producing,
competing and cooperating
double-negatives as positive double-bind dipolar
regenerating dissonant complexity
with decompositional finality,
empathic ripeness of seasonal belief-feeling balance of time,
permacultural development
toward increasing health-investment,
comprehension of stronger integrity and resilience within learning ourselves
as notnot others,
more inclusively rich nutritional political relationships,
economic transactions of true health as beauty-wealth values.

CoEmpathic Communication,
enthymematically positive=notnot dialectal dipolar 
0-sum EgoAbsence
rooted in Basic EmpathicTrust-Attendance,
where Empathy flows from positive feeling
as Trust follows positive belief,
and viceversa

Lack of Communication,
rooted in cognitive-affective dissonance
between LeftTrust and RightEmpathic temporal-neural 
dipolar co-confusing noisy bipolarity
with pathological trends toward negative climatic-critical events,
sometimes rhetorical,
sometimes operatic,
sometimes terror,
always mutual-immunity
LoseLose Gaming irresolution,
Not(Not Polynomial)
notnot dissonating yinyin,
where +1 does not equal (-)0
in a binomial-binary unfolding/folding Open EcoSystemic 
4-prime-spacetime-dimensioned 
fractal-regenerative RNA/DNA enculturing Organic Universe
Absent Empathic Creation/Decomposition Story;
noise, chronic stress, sleep disorder, depression, body anxiety, etc.

ReGenerative Systems Design and Development,
bilaterally rooted in 
mutual yin-concave bicameral subsidiary economic stricture
with yang-convex fractal-holonic 
polypathic complementary relational political structures.

Recognizing these binomial roots toward healthy regenerativity,
permaculturally labeled as Yang with Yin balance of Tao as 4D Primal SpaceTime,
we deep-learn through communication ecosystemic development.

What is now,
appositions what is notpast-notfuture, notyet and notgone = now.
What is notnot
I Am
AND
We NotNot Are
becoming
further evolution of I Am ego/ecoconsciousness,
bicameral YangLeft with YinRight equivalence of poli-economic power-with
basic polypathic co-empathy together.

Here,
NOW,
where Yang respect for interdependent ownership
and intrinsic indigenously cooperative resources
results in learning from dissonance and stress-marginalization.

Here,
NOW,
when YinSquared = c-squared = Prime Eulerian metric regenerate (0)-soul function e-squared,
YinPrime Bilateral Commons DeCompositional Relationship
of co-empathic stricture: U-Ego = Commons NotNot C-Me
solidarity could notnot evolve as lacking.

We need healthy dipolar balance
to expand our understanding of potential alliances
within currently stressed political
and economic health systems,
to improve Universal Subsidiarity/Complementarity Balance,
a global citizenry,
mutually respectful
appropriately voting with our bodies of lives past, present, and future hope
and/or dying together
as Earth’s former CoOperatively Evolving DNA/RNA CoArising Tribes.

In nutrient-value economies,
where fertile embryonic compost
acts like cash-paid-it-forward investment value,
PermaCultural Landscape Design Nutritional ReGenerators,
as are we all, at least on better days,
optimize political polycultural nutrient abundance
by minimizing economic monoculturally dominating losses, 
devolutions/degradations of ecosystemic nutritional complementarity.

DiPolar Balance,
rooted in complementary yet mutually subsidiary empathic trust,
self-replicating subsystems nested within a holistic cooperative
well-being network 
Open BiNomial EquiValent 4D Universal WinWin EcoSystem,
inclusive of BioSystems,
all lives within Earth’s Tribes,
meeting in this present potential integrity of Time.

Our healthier well-being economic development constitutions
and declarations of interdependence,
rooted in intrinsic nutrient-values of our shared Commons:
healthy Earth,
quenching water,
flowing air,
diastatic atmosphere,
taste and feeling,
health and energy,
beauty as goodness, 
wisdom as Commons Knowledge,
integrity harmonizing balanced freedoms to and from,
responsibility facing self-as-other-empathy 
and trust refining/redefining authorities.

Mutually held Rights of Earth
and all Her Sacred Tribes,
cannot be bought,
sold, 
enslaved,
repressed,
depreciated,
hoarded,
deposited for later self-aggrandizement.
Or,
so it would be
in my PermaCultural Beloved Community.

The moral of my story
to value what and who I am,
as part of this co-evolving ecoconscious evolution
through this incarnation
within EcoNesting EarthRights CoOperative Tribe,
to incubate my ecosystemically integrative communicating niche,
to repurpose each day and relationship
within each Earth-eternal cycle of night and days in co-empathic gratitude
for whom I, as holonic identity within We,
have become so far together.

And, at least as importantly for building confident trust,
for further ecological optimization of life-sustaining health,
also value what I and We are not yet together,
ways we have misplaced our (0)-sum total
true political belief-faith 
and beautiful economic co-invested trust
in mindful bodies feasting on co-empathic feelings.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Matt Ancient | Details |

Religion or Nature

Each and every day, mankind search to find out that which exist and that which is to happen., thus the destiny of mankind. it is reality as a human beings to know and understand the beginning of the universe and what really happened.with this we as humans can predict or forecast the future and the destiny of mankind. so many scientific solutions and religious ideas have erupt for the past 2000 years and beyond to seek and understand life and how it began.
for man cannot live without tracing or finding out his origin and his mission on earth, his visions and destiny. even though there have been many scientific studies which may be true or lie about the universe and how it began. life and the history of mankind. so have there been so many religious illusions. for there is no concrete evidence to prove the mysteries of the universe and the cliches surrounding life and humanity.

To science the planet evolved from volcano and turned into lands for human habitat. and man was an Ape who evolved to be humans. but even though Apes have heads, nose, mouth, ears and creep on two toes and have the like of humans, they can never evolved to be humans no matter how far time travels, because biologically this cannot be true, because the human genes is far different from that of an Ape and other living creatures on earth, all living things produce their own kind and no matter the climatic condition or how far time travels Apes can never evolve to human form or have it behavior , feelings or sensitivity. neither can an Ape can reproduce human beings as it offspring. nor acquire any knowledge, skill or intelligence to be humans. However man should not be ignorant about how scientific studies have brought the human world and how helpful it has been to help in clearing of the cliches and illusions caused by other ideologist.it has been a blessing rather curse, it has provided the basics of the study of our cosmic system. but it has still not provide us with answers about the questions we ask.
 
 And to religion god used six days to create the universe and used the seventh day to create man with clay,which is Adam and removed his ribs to create Eve which is the first woman and by them all the entire human race were born.Even though there are several questions to ask, but we humans have lived with this for several year.
this brings us to wither Adam and Eve are the first man and woman on earth and the cliches or the story about them being the parent of the human race or entire genealogy of the human race.
and how come a world of several race of man produced by just two people. in the world today there are about six(6) different races in the world. so how true is it as religion claims to know the beginning of man and his destiny on earth.
let us not forget that god has given man the power to understand and makes decisions on his own, to find out the truth and that which exist.

The Question?
now if Adam and Eve were the first man and woman on earth, were they Black or whites, brown, yellow or red or were they Africans, Arabians,Europeans, Indian,Chinese or Red Indians decent.and how can these two people give birth to all these different races.and If they were Africans, how come two African can produce an Indian race or the Arabian race. Neither can an European and African reproduce a Chinese or a Red Indian. Neither can a Chinese and European reproduce an African, a Chinese or Red Indian, no matter the climatic condition or no matter how far time travels. Biologically the idea of Adam and Eve being the first man and woman created by god is wrong and has no fact to prove.
Genetics has proven that even though two races can mate and reproduce but they will reproduce a similar kind or it behaviors. Neither can magic, miracles or by any other religious means can this be true.

The aim of this research is to provide evidence and fact, which will be the basis in research, in other discover who truly mankind is, his destiny on earth. how did the universe began. that by this the future generation will know and understand what exist and the true world that nature has given mankind. in other to find a better destiny for mankind. This is beyond religion, race, nationality and age or other wise in search of freedom and happiness, a true world for all mankind from generation to generation.
The question is being asked and man need answers. Are we to live with this or to believe in this and for how long are we to live with this mystery. For we must decide for ourselves, the well being of humanity lies on our shoulder, which direction or way are we to go. We need to educate ourselves, research to discover and uncover life and nature. 
For Adam and Eve might exist but they are not the genealogy of the entire human race but that of Abraham and the Israelite and not the human race.

Copyright © Matt Ancient | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Edlynn Nau | Details |

DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO



DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO

What particles ARE, with this list of ARE NOTS,                                                     
ARE listed below to peruse in your thoughts.                                                                
Mesons AREN'T plural for multiple mice.                                                                  
Baryons AREN'T picked for a pie just to slice.                                                          

Neutrinos AREN'T Newts and Leptons don't leap.                                 
Muons AREN'T kittens that mew in their sleep.                                               
Electrons WON'T fry you to particle vapor.   
Gluons WON'T stick you, down to your paper.           

Gravitons AREN'T gravy nor dug from a grave.                                                              
Tachyons AREN'T tacky in clothes you won't save.                                                     
The Tau's AREN'T an Empire with power to wield.                                                   
Bosons AREN'T bossy while out in their field.                                                                                                        

Fermions, ALL TWELVE, while The MATTER endorse,                                                 
the Bosons, OF FIVE, are Carries of FORCE.                                                               
Fermions WON'T be, in same-place-at-same-time,                                                    
But Bosons WILL be, it's their paradigm.                                                                 

While some Quarks ARE Uppers and some let you Down.                                          
Some ARE true Toppers with Bottoms profound.                                                         
Some DO act Strangely, while others have Charm.                                                    
Mass, charge, spin, and color, ARE features they arm.                                                 

Leptons ARE in "flavors" that can be most tasteful.                                                      
What they ARE in decay is not at all wasteful.                                                           
There ARE three generations that change what they weigh.                                      
And they ARE very different in how they decay.                                                      

Electrons ARE stable with common precision.                                                                
While Muons and Taus ARE made in collision.                                                          
NO strong interactions these Leptons will take.                                                           
Yet they're subject to basics, make NO mistake.                                                            

Photons ARE particles AND waves of light.                                                                  
Gluons ARE binding in matter, just right.                                                                      
"W's" ARE weak in their force, it is true!                                                                      
So ARE the "Z's," who are last at the zoo.                                                                        

The Higgs, IS a boson that's so elusive.                                                                         
What boson it is, IS not so conclusive.                                                                          
We know IT's a particle with zero spin.                                                                         
IT's got positive parity from deep within.                                                                       

Now that you know what particles ARE NOT,                                                                 
And what some likely ARE, it can help quite a lot.                                                    
Some things ARE tiny and invisible too.                                                                        
They ARE dancing about in the particle zoo.                                                                  

So MANY zoo particles for you to know.                                                                      
In a zoo of a SECRET particle show.                                                                  
Come SEARCH for particles, if brave and you dare.                                                   
But DON'T feed the particles, while you are there!                                             


Edlynn Nau
May 26, 2015

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Education as if All Deaths Matter

Political Science of Eco-Educational Vocations

Really? That’s my topic?
Didn’t Paulo Freire already do this one?

Oh, I see..ecosystemic learning and mentoring,
including pedagogical development systems
doing the best we can,
bless our matriotically nurturing hearts,
to figure out our own deep ecosystemic
co-empathic consciousness
of regenerative ego-health
as eco-truth
as bilaterally balancing bouncing beauty.

We could suggest educational self-learning systems 
begin with bicameral balloon listening skills,
balancing our internal fusing networks
with our octave sounds of light’s and dark's mysterious rhythmic patterns,
surfing radiant Sun sweeping Earth’s pregnant wet skin.

From surf in and out listening
to noticing in-between spaces,
both 1+1 dipolar appositional,
but also 1x1 nondual co-arising spaces between enthymematic places,
some with bicameral communication faces
and bodies responding to cooperative
and competing learning-listening Others.

Pedagogical EcoSystems
synergetic listening communication networks,
deep learning political science
of noticing both cooperative multicultural/polycultural health
and competitive monopolistic/monocultural pathological trends
with runaway climate cultures
of negative-dissonantly-hyperactive feedback,
exercising restraint through Anger Management,
sustained occupiers of Yang dominance
longing to reweave unraveling of belonging within both
science and religion of living v dieing 
as natural-spiritual ecosystemic function
PrimeYang PolyNomial Plus
cooperatively co-arising
YinYin notnot 
WintoWinto-gather
double-bind temporal reverse LoseLose egoconsciousness
of mutual spinning our wheels,
twiddling our thumbs
InBetween empathic trusted
exegetically harmonic healthy learning to learn
ecologic’s internally confirmed  
eisegetically heuristic polypathy,
regenerative evidence of cooperative political-empathic sciences.

We benefit from anciently permacultural contracts
with Earth’s Nurturing Educational Trees and Plants,
creating a breathable atmosphere
into perpetuity,

Primal Educational Contracts with Earth’s SoilRights of Sacred Skin
breathing in rich nutrients of light’s composting fuels
and forms
and heroic functions,
breathing out frequencies of revolving
recycling
healthy ecosystemic biologic embryonic music,
resoundingly harmonic CQI ReGenerative ReCycling ReVolution Standards
of global health and safety,
political truth as economic beauty,
education and defense from undue monochromatic deadly dissonance.

Prime Pedagogical Listening Contracts with Earth’s Waters,
to hear them,
thirsty beauty as truth flowers,
confining weeds to healthy encultural BusinessAsUsual shares,
trading shade for regenerative worms and strings of roots,
ecosystemic Time's matriarchal twining
bilateral selves,
regenerating cells
of paradigmatic multicultural political eco-evolutioning research scientists
deep-learning/earning enculturing rich systems.
 
In-between,
wu wei Golden Ruling kule,
if it means not-this not-that
then adding betweens also means
at least some
of both this way
AND that way,
make each more better, OK.

Fundamentalism,
like terrorism,
is antithetical to both politically wise and profound science
and religious-ecosystemic development stories
of sacred listening
and noticing rebirths of Messianic Suns articulating EarthMothers 
nurture-loving fertile values,
deep learning enculturation’s biologically embryonic history
of nonverbal 
nonviolent (normative as BusinessAsUsual as CoOperative Evolution),
natural sciences, not unnatural devolutional dissonance
as told and foretold by Mother Nature's EarthTribal EgoSelves 
deep learning health-culture listening systems,
listening to life as love, fundamentalist distrust as hate,
to death as absence of active multiculturing synergy,
opposite of deep enculturing rich dense cooperative integrity-life;
the contrasting spectral tipping point
from monocultural, monopolistic,
terrors of deadly killing supremacist fundamentalism,
following sacred idols with no nutritional clothes,
no fuelling powers,
no reality other than continuously vacuuming absence of co-empathic trust.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Earth's Teachable Moments

When Earth’s self-educational story did not yet include the self-awareness resources of DNA,
when all Earth’s Tribes were RNA rooted in composting soil,
what did we learn 
to personally,
and more politically and economically,
more public sectorally,
regenerate self-governance of life
through safe and healthy principles of development?

In this, our PostMillennial Era,
we discover a profoundly historical-evolutionary question,
with implications for educational priorities,
yet also for biosystemic and ecosystemic self-governance,
thinking more inclusively,
as a forest of networking root systems might co-arise
Trees of LeftBrain Political Truth as RightBrain EcoNomial Beauty.

The PreMillennial distinction 
between Moose “power”
and Owl “medicine”
goes on back toward the origins of the PermaCultural Agrarian Era.
In this time,
“power” more or less translated into what we might call therapeutic-
or health-power.

Power could not yet be a tool distinguishable from self-identity.
Rather power was most widely experienced in the context of “power with Other,”
regardless of who or how “Other” was perceived.
Power with Other to procreate,
to hunt together,
to demonstrate building of fires and planting of seeds,
co-mentoring communications,
all cooperatively functional,
competitively dissonant and dysfunctional, distrusting.

This blend of therapy and power,
according to Julian Jaynes’ evolutionary theory,
emerges from Elder Right hemispheric roots
to dominate language cultures
as the correlational ability to perceive “not me”
as core identity of what later became encapsulated in “therapy-positive” 
and “pathology-negative”
and both relational,
indistinguishable from “sole-identity power.”

The first cultural experience of power
becomes the ability of “self” referencing as “not-Other;”
a “self” that evolves dipolar co-arisingly identifiable from “not-self”
because of perceived,
then learned, further reinforced, spatial-temporal distinctions
deriving from Prime DiPolar CoIdentity Relationship,
distinction between what “self” could unilaterally control,
and what self could not autonomously control.

Prior to LeftBrain dominance over RightBrain aptic confluence,
our RNA-Elders, grass and trees and coral reefs,
had no possibility of confused awareness
between internal-univocal yin-power
and bilaterally interdependent, mutually symbiotic,
co-mentoring Yang/Yin CoArising Power.

The original “self” awareness embryonically emerges,
continues to emerge,
from time as light’s primal Eulerian infrastructure of “We-ness,”
an ionic,
then ergodic,
then bilateral co-gravitating ProteanYang with DiPolar Elating YinYin elective function,
confluent, mutually-held, synergy between emergent YangEgo 
and composting Elder YinEmbryonicSelf/Other,
love as LaoTse’s contentment, 
as Basic Attendance among our Bodhisattva Occupiers of DeepLoveLearning,
(0)Riginal temporal experience of undifferentiated integrity, 
which becomes iconically languaged as Original Intent
of MedicineEarthOther,
a cooperative dipolar co-arising ReGenerative Network,
time as both Yang light c-squared,
and yinyin e-squared fractal-function
of ecosystemic EarthBound RNA/DNA thermodynamic balance.

As we compare notes across our public sector governing desks,
each with co-arising responsibility and economically culpable authority,
it seems to me that overall regenerative health evidence of history
suggests deep political learning evolves highest and best-outcome projections
with rich cooperative ecological polypathic co-investments in co-mentoring trust-nutrients,
rather than suboptimizing remedial toxins of anger and fear management
without pro-active love and peace development.

To believe otherwise,
to act as if learning is nurtured best through competitive words and numbers,
used as tools to outshine the sun itself,
seems to follow the path of  Anger/Fear control fantasies,
rather than actually arriving in the Truth as Beauty co-educational paradise we actually want
with each Other.

Healthy Truth is no more a singularity
than is Beauty
or Wisdom
and HealthyEarth herself.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Czarinas of Public Health

Last night I dreamed I was Czarina of Public Health Education,
charged with training co-mentors of health
who traveled from house to house
with a one question survey,
"Which do you experience as healthier
for yourself,
those around you,
for your environment,
to live more mindlessly,
or to live more mindfully?"

If I were a Czarina of Public Health,
I would suggest we return our focus to regenerative education
that begins with listening to each and every voice,
wind and rain,
thunder and birdsong,
crickets chirping and bullfrogs bellowing their Yang multicultural faith
in diastatic cooperative political and regenerative transactions
with dipolar co-arising fertile outcomes
as outputs of some great transitional deep learning
diastatic-dialectically kosmic Climaxing Event,
memories as old as cells
with health rooting for biosystemic regenerative RNA
mutual cooperative subsidiarity and complementarity,
with a pedagogically thermodynamic 
Time-unfolding HealthMessage.

If we were Czarinas of Public as Privately Landscaped,
Designed,
Developed,
and Harvested Health EcoSystemic Logic,
pursuing Continuous Quality Improvement (CQI),
unto at least 7-ReGenerations
of sustainable political-economic love and peace
refining health optimization outcomes,

and thereby minimizing ecologically more robust losses
to defensive-reactive socio-monocultural pathologies,

we might first listen to our kids and other anawim
as they explain how and why they came to be here,
to feel naked and homelessly evolving into this new cooperative
postmillennial decomposition time
of climatically critical transitional events,

Facing this time with steadfast polypathic ecoconsciousness,
co-empathic trust in truths
of cooperative political and economic evolutionary sciences,
paradigms,
species,
cultures,
dialects,
health-research resonance,
transregenerators of Earth's nutritional v pathological teachings
of great transitional climatic reverse-revolutionary diastatic trends
toward bicameral Ego/Eco
as YangEroticTrust (+1)
dipolar co-arising YinAgapicCoEmpathic (-,-)Bilateral Zeroism 
of this PostMillennial Bicameral Enlightenment
about Public Health CoMentoring DNA/RNA Education.

If we were mutually mindful
and always kind and healthy and safe
Czarinas of Public Health Tao-Education
we would listen to both flower and weed karmic voices
knowing how much we would love to love
each polyculturing flowering weed,
with harvested seeded embryonic outcomes,
public/private health-regenerative listening,
noticing our children's empathic animation
as we trust together
why we came to be here
in this more cooperative postmillennial frame of synergetic time,
each moment remembered millennial meme of feeling
political-economic health re-education,
favoring more cooperative listening,
to regenerate less competitive speaking
and not listening
to health v pathology ecological messages,
internal-private and ExternalPublic Health
through co-mentoring mindful empathic listening
with trust that either way,
good or bad,
usually some of both,
we can't self-interdependently optimize our opportunities
without each other
mindfully loving as possible,
for a healthier exchange of educational wisdom.

I dreamed I was Czarina of Public Health and Education
asking everyone in school
Which do you believe and feel is multiculturally healthier and safer,
more hypnotically competitive WinLose mindlessness,
or more mindfulness of ecosystemic WinWin
YinYin 
loving Yang 
who looks fractally like DNA
with thermodynamic developmental bilateral-spiral eco-gravitating balance?

I dreamed I was Czarina of Public Health
asking everyone on the way to class
to be more mindful
of apparently endless strings of unnaturally long regenerative questions.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details |

Whistling In The Dark

(A Rave By A Poet)      

Remember when you were a child? 
Adults seemed then to be in control, 
Almost like Gods, with special powers
That almost always knew
When you'd been up to mischief.
‘Playing with matches again Brian? '
What a childish view of things! Right? 
And my punishment, how perfect that was! 
‘After you've finished lighting two boxes
Of wooden matches, one at a time, 
You can go to bed, without your supper! '
Probably the best punishment I ever got.
I really couldn't believe my luck
But I was more careful after that! 

Of course mom's punishment didn't stop me.
Do you remember match guns, 
Made from 2 wooden clothespins? 
Oh, my God, what fun those were! 
A little carving with a kitchen knife
Reversing the spring on the outside, 
And some electrical tape was all it took.
Really made me appreciate man's genius! 
Hiding behind parked cars (a block from home)        
And shooting flaming missiles in the dark
At unsuspecting passing cars
And then running like Hell
On a preplanned escape route
When the innocent victim screeched to a stop
Jumped out of his car to yell at long gone villains.
Honestly, the 4th of July couldn't beat this! 

Carrying out the garbage every night
Now that was a chore made in Hell, 
Though better than the night pots
Our forebears had to deal with.
Wow, thank God for outhouses
But especially modern sewage systems! 
At my house the trek to the garbage can
Was a long hike, especially for a kid.
We burned trash in those days, 
There was no garbage pick up, 
And the can was hidden in an alley way, 
You had to go through a gate to get to it.
A big elm tree (that I loved in the daylight)        
Blocked even starlight and made the yard dark.
I always was scared so I'd whistle to and back
Praying that if a monster got me Mom would know, 
My whistle wouldn't stop without reason, 
That there was a chance at least of rescue, 
I think I was too scared though to test it out, 
I needed to believe that Mom would hear.

How insensitive the child is to adult problems.
But really how's a child to know
The tyranny of feeding a family, 
Of trying to secure an unknown future, 
Without a crystal ball, only prayer really! 
(Though with luck, maybe some common sense.)        
Parents, really are children grown large, 
Carrying their demons in a sack on their backs, 
Taking them out on occasion to play with, 
Hoping against hope that that's all there is, 
That some special Hell doesn't await them! 
Meteor showers that exterminate all life, 
Dust bowls, global warming, ice ages, 
A new Yellowstone blast that buries our cropland, 
A Canary Island tsunami that wipes out the East Coast
(A 2,000 foot wall of water now 50 years overdue) , 
Magnetic storms that destroy all electronic progress
That we've made in just the last fifty years? 
The universe may seem big
But there's really no place to hide.

The public school system, what a joke! 
More like twelve years of day care.
A football coach teaching physics, 
Latin the only language choice? 
(Sure opened up the world for me!)        
The most important job of our lives
Getting married? Sex? Raising a family? 
Well our parents were screwed too, 
‘Pass it on, no pass backs, joke's on you kid! '
You want to fix the problems of the world? 
Make politicians work for no salary or benefits
Let them shower us with their love of country, 
Eat cafeteria food every day (no wine) , 
Random armed guards monitor their calls.
Let's make teaching the highest paid profession
With teacher's tenure voted on each year
(Each kid two votes, parents one vote for both parents, 
Put power where it belongs baby.)        
Well this may not in fact be a poem, 
But it has sure been cathartic.
Hope my venting at least struck some chords
And was not a complete waste of your time.
May God save us every one!

Brian Johnston
April 18,2014

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by James Horn | Details |

Words and Poetry

About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s also the author of Writing Poems, Bloodaxe’s perennial seller. And a nicer guy you couldn’t hope to meet. My aim at the time was to unclog the effect of years of writing parody, to find out if I had a voice of my own after years of impersonation. I’m still not sure.

Peter had one golden rule (it’s mentioned in Writing Poems, too): do not under any circumstances use the word shard. This might strike you as very peculiar. But  if you were to start to teach poetry-writing, you would know exactly what he meant. There is something about the word shard that fatally attracts every other would-be poet, each of whom, quite innocently and separately, comes across it, and thinks ‘that’s a good word, a very good word. I’ll have that,’ rather in the manner of Burglar Bill. Of course, the entire group of writers (he must be sick of this) immediately wrote shard poems to twit him. But he was right. There are some words which turn up so often in the work of aspiring poets that an anti-preservation order should be slapped on them.

Here are a few more. They may seem irrational, but I promise you, they occur to people with an almost desperate frequency, and the result is an accidental smack of the hackneyed.

Seeps, seep, seeped: Don’t know why, but some variation of seep seems fatally to recur, usually to do with light, i.e. in a metaphorical, synaesthetic way. ‘Light seeped in through the window.’ Don’t do it.

Crimson: Much-beloved version of ‘red’, especially to do with dawn, but unfortunately also beloved of both Victorian poets and heavy metal lyricists. Avoid like the plague.

Translucent: looks good, but it’s actually quite a confusing word, since it seems often to be used to mean both ‘clear’ and also ‘as if through frosted glass’, i.e. not very clear. Usually used to make light seem posh. (Ditto pellucid.)

Myriad: poety word for ‘lots’, with a terrible whiff of archaism.

Languid, languour: these ones are marginal cases, but they always send me back to poems written between 1870 and 1920. They aren’t exactly archaic, but there are plenty of contemporary alternatives.

Evil: whether a noun or an adjective, this is just too heavy an abstraction for a contemporary poem – in fact, most abstract nouns are suspect (hatred; time – especially if capitalised; passion;  and so on).

Curlicue: I was caught using this by a friend, who said that she was always seeing it in poems, and I think she’s right.

Soul, mind: usually soul is used to indicate deep feeling, and is redundant because of it. I think you have to be very good to get away with it. Mind usually pops up to indicate inner feeling or emotion, in which case it too is redundant. Just think of the hopeless Michel Legrand lyric ‘The Windmills Of Your Mind’ – a text-book example of how not to construct metaphors.

Woe, sorrow: abstract nouns for feeling very unhappy, but never heard in colloquial language (quite a good test) these days.

Pent: maybe as in pent-up, but otherwise, a relic of reading Wordsworth.

Hence, thence, whence: any word which makes you think that the nearby verb should end in -est, as in Whence comest thou?, is best given a wide berth. Too biblical.

Yesteryear, yonder: if used, you are probably writing poesy.

Then: obviously permissible, but in nine times out of ten, implied by the order of the words, and their sense.

I have more bugbears, but that’s all for the moment. Feel free to suggest others, and forgive me if you find them in what I write (or rather, don’t. I need to be ticked off).

Found this to berry very interesting. Jim Horn

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details |

The Stricken Corridor

Fall tumbles relentlessly on our door steps
young winter birds inducing provoking sounds scamper in trees 
Watching winter crawling slowly under our feet.

The night rain wet the ground with sadness 
washing  away the environmental stench
purging the atmosphere of  its infectious dew
And  I could absorb fresh air in my lungs again. 

I fell into a deep sleep shortly after nine but woke up 
by my next door neighbor bustling activities.
Nice showers clean fresh air is the perfect night to
be drenched with sleep but instead I was on my knees.

An unknown burden overshadowed  me, disturbing my spirit
raising my curiosity, causing me to ponder over unknown mysteries
unexplainable matters that doesn't concern me, yet they troubled me.

I soaked myself in prayer seeking for a  plausible answer 
And after praying I fell asleep again; a sleep that 
I thought would be peaceful but here I am again
on an unannounced journey to the Far East.

I mysteriously found myself on a university campus in the Far East,
no paint, no color, everywhere was deserted, no one was around
except for dry leaves  spreading out on the troubled ground 
and dull trees astoundingly lingering in the autumn breeze.
I walked propitiously through the front door along a bare corridor 
in search of a toilet to ease my body pressure.

A desolated corridor whose hope seemed to be diminished with the passing of time
a million feet must have trodden upon it, feet in search of  freedom ,
feet looking for peace, proud feet, dirty feet, bloody feet, stubborn feet.
Feet looking for revenge and feet marching to the destiny of doom. 
I moved anxiously from door to door but every door that I opened I saw
Asian toilet embedded deeply in the ground and clean water flooding all around. 

I opened another door and found a western bath filled with clean water 
I kept walking along the corridor but all the Asian toilets were flood with water.
At the end of the corridor I found one that was completely  dry but there was no toilet inside except for PVC pipe fittings planted firmly in the ground.

I tread along the opposite side of the hallway still searching for  a toilet
but only rooms whose doors were removed  and leaning helplessly
in front of them occupy the other side of the stricken corridor.


I anxiously left the building and a slim young man in his early twenties 
wearing shaded glasses ran behind a reception area outside the campus ground
and pretended as if he was at work, but that was only a deception.

As I walked passed him he tried to reached out to me
He complained about someone who has treated him badly
and pointed to a friend who was instrumental in turning his life around.
A sizable crowd gather around him as he  illustrates his painful story.

He and his friend took me to the other side of the campus where 
a larger crowd of young people had gathered for a wedding
some were sitting under large beach umbrellas
While others congregate in groups all over the campus grounds.
I walked upon a platform  where the wedding ceremony
was about to  take place but daylight suddenly exploded in my face.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            ©2014 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014

Long Poems