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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Deep CoTherapeutic Stimulation

Ms. Real Time,
an often stimulating Taoist,
but sometimes, admittedly, not so much,
more of a cannibal really
on her dark time of before and after
her Taoist stimulating period
if you know what I mean.

Anyway,
Ms. Real Time
invited her Prime Co-Partner,
Mr. Deep Space,
more of a revolutionary-historic Christian
kind of a co-redemptive guy,
to remember intimate conversations
of too long ago.

"We used to have those long quiet whispers
both before and after our commingling
about who we would be
how we would become that
and why.
Why was where our logical stories
always seductively began shining and romantically ended
forever Real Time after birthing Deep SpaceTime."

"Then you wanted to argue about names
for this future Earthly embryo,
I suggested YinYin,
but you demanded Eco-Messiah.
Do you remember that?"

Some of it, admitted Space,
my memory begins where ours ends,
but I do recall our co-messianic resolution
to Advent the Birth of Yang Co-Messiah
by giving Birth to Christ as yinyin messianic,
as John baptized Earth's waters
in advent of our Nazarene.

"Which reminds me," throbbed Real Time
"we need to focus our Advent of DeComposition
on our North Star as RNA-ProGenitor
of YangThymine+/YinCytosine(-,-)
to orthopraxis our permacultural birth of language
biological enculturation as fractal-logical culture-syntax
four prime seasons of Earth and human life,
from winter of Transitional DeComposing ReGeneration
to spring of Co-Messianic Birth
into summer of Our Most Beautiful Community and World,
sustaining Fall's SpaceTime universal embryos
into future's bicamerally balancing eco-logos,
hydrogen with nitrogen
oxygen breathing into dialectical carbon-bases,
regenerating all these RealTime memories
of bicameral sensual experience as evolutionary 
ReGenesis Time as CulturalMemory CoEmergence."

Deep Space bore down on Language's Advent,
a dialect of Earth's temporal-bound logic,
ecologic.
Spatial
dialectical
co-arising experience of health v. pathology
is Time's eco-logical analogy,
logical and rationally balanced
both deductive with inductive RealTime value-as-proportional-balance
optimized nutrition,
fueling Time's further reiterative revolutions
within light's bilaterally co-arising issues
and regenerative tissues for self-perpetuating health.


S/he needed to give birth as NOW
to Yang as Yin-squared spacetime ecologic bicamerality.

"Not quite yet, dear" slow-grows Real Time's reminder
"you believe in 12 days and nights
to give birth to Christ's Co-Mass Ergodic Balance,
don't you?"

Something like that,
it's difficult to retain full-octave Left-Right focus
with all this cognitively dissonant lack of love
still floating through Earth's synergetically cooperative culture.

"Hmmm. Push in a little closer.
Baby needs a full-body rub."

Ms. Time
are you flirting with me?

"Only if you want to play the role
of Mr. Deep Space."

It is not your temporal language
about dialectical experience
that is "logical" or "illogical",
but our co-arising birth
into dialectically cooperative,
and, yes, I do mean less cognitive dissonance
between us is something I RealTime need from you,
bicameral mindbody as timespace experience
of health v. pathology.

"I love your synergetic formal love talk,
baby,
all that naturally rich organic
fertile
life-birthing regenerative mythic-logic."

I think the Quads are coming into alignment,
little fold with re-fold,
implicating pre-fold predicting re-fold closure,
birthing down into co-gravitational wonder.

"Your Deep Spatial language
of Zero-Soul EcoLogic,
in 4-RealPrimeTimeSpace
seasonal
temporal
spaciated
dialectical Yang-EcoMessiah harmonics
feels like climatic edge of Advent (0)Mega..."

Our ecoconsciousness spacetime point
beyond language
bearing into,
struggling into diastatic logic
of bicameral co-incidental 
healthy-fertile 
eco-messianic experience,
both positive and negative
co-mentoring.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Father Time's Reprise

Fr. Time, thanks for coming back again today.

Well now, you know I always have plenty of time
for Dr. Glory!

Thank you for that rather cloying and creepy response.
I talked to FireGod a few days ago, 
were you aware of that?

Yes, of course.
He and EarthGaia know all about each other.
Although not on the same page,
they are each appositional pages
in the same gospel choirbook,
so to run on with too many words once again....
Where am I?

It sounds like you are aware of FireGod's agenda,
why he's all fired up
to worship a God of ReGenerative Healthy Time.
Is this the God you worship, Fr. Time?

Worship is more EarthGaia's department, actually.
I guess I would say I do my co-gravitating balance best
to continue perpetuating God
as Nutritious Co-Elational Prime Relationship.

Relationship with?...
Relationship with what or whom?
Is your God a verb
without subject or object?

No.
A verb with Yang languaged subjects
unfolding yin-dipolar co-arising objectives,
health,
life,
re-creation,
self-perpetuating 4D bicameral polycultural cooperative systems.

Fr. Time, does it bother you
that you seem to be too self-involved
for the rest of us?
Are you worshiping yourself,
lost in reiterative loops of bilateral dipolar correlations
in some narcissistic whirlwind of coincidental nothing important?

No, again,
co-gravitating time is co-arising space
balancing WinWin ecohealth;
notnot worshiping God
although it could be divinely humane
if we could all help each other's evolving lifetime
feel and grow and become
more therapeutically balanced.

Let me try this one last time.
Not as SunGod-loving Gaia
and not as Fear-filling Fire God,
but as these Two,
Right with Left,
Past with CoPresent synergetic Future,
who or what is God to BiLaterally Nutritious Time?

BiCameral CoArising TimeConsciousness.
I could say that.
I did say that.
But, saying this changes God
into language that could not quite be truly healthy and right and good 
and fully beautiful.
A song perhaps,
or, better, a dance.
God as 4-step dialectic revolutionary freedom
to choose regenerative health over pathology
by setting aside all that is not love becoming
eco-self-conscious elational-correlational
co-empathic time
within and without our selves.

Still doesn't have much swing to it.

You think my timing is off?

I think your balance is off.

No, that couldn't be,
or ever become true.

So you say.

So I am that I was.

Not that one again.

Time repeats.

Oh, here we go...

Mutually CoPresent.

Fr. Time...?

More of a Father/Queen Ego/Eco BiCameral Time
TransParent YHWH dancing dream.

God is your Heavenly Dream?

And BeLoved Community Earth.

Dancing together?

Kind of a jazzy swing and dance,
lots of spinning and drums,
and stretching,
don't forget to stretch
physically and metaphysically together.
It feels so good
once it stops disforming history.

Fr. Time, are you still with me here?

Now I am, if you are too.

Is there a Queen Time?
Because, frankly, I feel sorry for her,
if there is.

No, I'm bilaterally co-gravitational;
everybody knows my self-progenitive creation story.

Oh, well, thank you, again, Fr. and Mother Time
for another lovely non-dialogue
here at our PermaCultural Climate Conference.
Can't tell you how much we enjoy 
your timelessly vacuous messages.

Think nothing of it.
Do it all the time.

OK, you're doing that thing again,
when I try to say thanks for the interview
and close
but you have to get in one last self-referencing plug.
You are such a shameless hustler!

Just half the time.

Goodnight.

Night...

Is s/he really gone?

[Still here, now...]


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

Nothing in Excess

Nothing in Excess
(the second Delphic maxim of Apollo)



A mixture of the brute and the divine
                                                Man is,
That’s why the strife in his soul never
                                                    Ends,
As the eternal adversaries for superiority
                                                     Strive,
In the depths of everyone’s divided
                                                    Heart,
                        ----------

The brute:
Limited by the dimensions of space and
                                                           Time,
Intimidated by the oppressive notion of cruel
                                                    Alienation,
Frightened by the savage idea of inglorious 
                                                    Temporality,                                                         
And horrified by the torturous thought of merciless
                                                          Mortality,
Eager to pull man down to the material world
                                                          Desires,
And with the heavy chains of bodily pleasures
                                                            Him to tie!
                       ----------
The divine:
Unrestricted by the dimensions of space and
                                                                Time,
Animated by the lofty idea of unity with
                                                           The ONE,
Strengthened by the noble thought of clement
                                                              Eternity
And exalted by the gracious conception of 
                                             Comforting immortality,
To raise Man up to the immaterial heavens
                                                             Yearns,
And with the purified delights of spirit him,
                                                      To nourish!
                       -----------

When the ruthless brute, victorious from the
                                                  Battle emerges
And body’s barbaric-cry of victory
                                                        Shouts,
Benign spirit, inside the prison of here and now
                                                             Is found ,
From where, silently, the devastation of divinity,
                                                             Observes.
                       -----------

When eternal spirit triumphant out the war 
                                                          Appears,
And the illumination of the soul, jubilantly,
                                                         Proclaims,
The perishable brute, even from its basic needs,
                                                         Is deprived,
Thus, slowly, painfully and persistently is fainting, 
                                                                      Away.
                      -------------

Only when the brute and the divine a truce
                                                          Declare
And their powers under the banner of universal
                                                        Reason unite
Rendering to each other, at the proper time, 
                                                  Its equal share,
Harmony is established in our souls and the
                                                   Human is born!

                                                               

  ©    Demetrios Trifiatis
                                                                                                


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

On Being Here Now

Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Rumi

My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined id-entity.

Yet I remain distracted and confused
by this magic illusion of constancy that grows "me."
I watch with egocentric fascination and delight,
alarm and dismay,
applauding my own virtuoso comedic protagonist bright sight
for creating personal drama from epic opera's stage.

My body forms "self" comprehension
that our integrated ecologic
understands regenerative intuition
magic and spells
alchemy and Golden Ratios
as our eternal 0-summed Here and Now unfolding
karmic grace
evolving each natural system's spiritual reincarnation
of time's coded cultural narrative string
back through space,
forward toward our future generations.

Midway means nothing to infinity.
Rumi

Here and Now comprehends eternal form
as spacetime function
unraveling permacultural implications
back through languaged information
logistical trees of reverse hierarchies
tipping boundary Trim Tabbing poignant dissonance
midway resolving
co-gravitational resonating
redeeming
repurposing
rehabilitating
SuperEco-therapeutic love of integrity 
Tao Prime Relationship:
my identity is to SuperEco
as Yang longs for Yin's concaving  warm wombed embrace,
as +/-(0)-summed personal investment,
economic purpose,
evolves +1.00% QBit ecosystems logical,
optimizational regenerative, 
designated development
of co-symbiotic evolution.

My (0)-balancing body's informating economy reveals
our co-arising past with future 
positive CQI ecotherapeutic trend and story,
as well as negative, nondually dark,
narrative strings and cultural tales,
polycultural communities co-mentoring permacultural humane design
resolving Primal Resonance with Original Intent,
eco-centric "Self" identity with SuperEco's
Fractal-Unitarian Tao Metasystem of Universal Co-Comprehensive Balancing ntelligence,
or Taoist UnitarianYin--UniversalismYang,
should we need a shorter label,
and another "ism,"
then Zeroism may culturally evolve just as well,
where science rejoins religion
wonderously prehending this sacred magic we are Now
predicting our Beloved Climax Community future.

My body comprehends this convex cloak
seeking SuperEco concaved within to undress this ego,
to heed our Elder natural naked systems
Here and Now regeneratively encoding
resolving
enlightening
transcending incommensurable naively intuited paradigms and language.

My co-prehended form resonates ecological function and design,
like hopeful hypothermia absorbing a warm bathing womb
to give birth to our emergent Beloved Community
of Mutual Redeemers 
mentoring economic ecologic.

Absorb rich Dark Holed composting primal relationship
of Yang-space with Yin-Time
to radiate SuperEco's brightest light together.

To increase comprehensive harmonic depth
turn off the lights,
extraction of fading natural resources, 
learn to cooperatively dream of full-moon nights
and rainbows of partly-cloudy sun-fueled days.

Bodies
with bicamerally balancing brains
are Here and Now (0)-centric information
pointing toward SuperEco's prime regenerative relationship.

Form greets Function
as space meets time
as Here redeems Now,
karmic graceful gift of Earth's Eco-centric co-presence.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Mutual Messiahs

Who's vision are you unfolding for whom?

Are you aware you carry a basket of bread
on your head
and still beg at every door? (Rumi)

You love nature.
Like bread, Earth's nature feeds you
and, like yeast, absorbs you,
is that of which you are made,
and making,
and resolve to eternally create and recreate,
if only you could.

But, you can and you are
and the manna in your head already knows
healthy yeast  redeems regenerationally
diastatically incarnational,
with smooth-souled omnicoherence,
comprehensively balancing deduction with induction,
eco-confluent paradigms and dreams and language
and permaculture,
ecological teleology systematically grows panentheistic,
polytheistic,
polynomial,
polypathic,
polycultural,
balancing cooperative economies with networking political vocations
to permanently eco-logicize Earth.

This is your Day, your EcoTribal Self
our EcoLogic metaculture and Transhistory,
our EcoTherapy synergy,
tipping toward balancing points and principles
of blinding spiritual intuition with restrained scientific deduction,
harmonizing Left-brained language
with Right-brained confluent v. dissonant inductive awareness
of this bicameral basket on our head
as our balancing supereco and my id-entity
engaging your ego/eco balancing praxis,
whether hope-filled or hopeless,
triumphant or despairing,
you know this already,
throughout this manna that is your nesting culture,
decomposing through unraveling death's long post-millennial process
to regenerate as
"redistributed [positive-therapeutic] subfunctions
of Other" informing ecosystems. (B. Fuller)

Born of stardust,
messiahs mutually mentoring
our pilgrimage toward Earth's starlight;

e-squared function = c-crystal (cubed)
subatomic polyculture,
waiting behind each begging door
for you to return Other's cooperatively gravitating namaste
mutual unfold.

Optimized Living Systems are to metaphysical teleology
as ecosystems are to physically regenerating ("special case") economies,
as EcoTherapy informs design, intention, empirical research,
learning and consciousness,
love, and active peace, and justice,

and RNA self-optimizing fractally-dynamic information
QBit Quirky Byting Octaves
ionic and ergodically balancing value systems.

Your bicameral basket holds no non-polynomial information
because this is an oxymoron,
we already intuitively know everything and all not-thing metaphysical
as diverse resolutions of Prime +/- (0)-synced Relationship,
polynomial information negatively correlates wild binomial yeast
soaring surf of time's double-bound equinox divide.

Please continue unfolding our permacultured cooperative co-arising political vision,
mutual investment
biosystemic and ecosystemic and information  binary-network systemic
and stop begging from competitively unbalanced economists,
it's just not dignified,
or anything close to wildly, creatively, fun.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Time's Full Enlightenment

"Teachings of enlightenment, whether traditional [regenerational, creation stories] or evolutionary, present us with a unique [ecological] way of thinking about and [comprehensively] understanding who [and why] we are. What makes an enlightened perspective different [and healthier] from any other perspective is that it emphasizes the significance of those [therapeutic] dimensions of self that are [exegetically] non-relative, or "absolute."  (Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment")

[Absolute = Zero-Centric bicamerally balancing Time 
in 3-dimensional Exterior Landscape articulation 
confluent(+)/dissonant(-,-) with 
2-binomial dimensional Interior Bicamerally NormNatured Landscape]

Others have claimed our economic
and ecologically political and sacred purposes
are beauty and kindness,
cooperative-nature and grace,
and good cause/effect karma.

All true
because each of these is healthier than 
ugly and mean,
self-competitively clumsy,
and the bad karma places and spaces and laces of time
we have perpetuated upon Earth,
Earth's RNA Tribes,
and most relentlessly on our over-competing spiritualized,
and under-cooperative naturalized,
health-optimizing
ego/eco bicameral selves.

AnthroLife's meaning is therapeutic purpose.
ReGenerative Life's purpose
emerges toward optimizing health.

FullLiving Love is bicameral optimizing
CoOperating Presence.
FullEviling Death is absence of bicamerally cooperative Present,
no longer biosystemic ego-functional,
no longer co-arising identity,
but releasing into prime-elational becoming
of bilateral Time.

Time is forwardly Positive-Elational.
Time's bilateral nature disrupts into reverse
within bicamerally metaphysical Interior images.

This Internal Ground of Time's Being,
emerges elational,
regenerational,
while absence of Time,
timelessness,
eternal-universal,
is conflational,
degenerational,
concavely binomial and dipolar balanced,
in Prime (0) EcoLogical Relationship,
with ReGenerate Network of Time's Full-Optimal Becoming
CoPresent Elational Health (+) trending,
Conflational Decay (-,-) TransParent distending.

Zero-Centric ZenNow (0)Mega Point Polynomial Time
dipolar equivalently correlates with
Reverse TransParent BlackHole History
of Not(Not rational, logical, polypathic, temporally-balanced)
normal--nomial--natural--neutronic--ionic/bionic--ergodic
co-arising balance--co-gravitational flow function
of Universe as
space--form--syntax,
4-equidimensional with (0)-center,
YangConvex Left Mindbody
embracing YinYinDoubleConcave Right Mindbody
comprehensive ecoconsciousness,
BiLateral Time's Ta(o) Pi as Bi-Optimizing Enlightenment,

PermaCulturally and Cooperatively regenerating 
Greek 16th letter
in GlobalTime's PostMillennial 4-equidimensional 2016.

Timeless teachings of (0)-squared Light
Present EcoLogical/Elational Human Natural/Sacred Presence.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Fr Time's Bicameral Homily

Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop,
below misty blue sky,
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile tone
bilateral shapes and colors,
flagrant erections of next generation's timely hope
for full-hued polylife as health regeneration, 
perennially emerging through fields, 
green-network enraptured
Earth-toning soil and rocks
and weathered blackwet-stretching darker barks
back further through time's concavely ringing recessing core.

This diastatic summer's newer time full color;
Elder tunes dressed in fallen grays and browns,
wilting from climate fading memory
into dusk's deeper hue and cry.

Time's newer language
laughs through AnthroCamera children
camping near a still-slogging toxic river,
flowing toward surfing, sometimes sulking, Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing tines of trees,
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise,
competing rhythms and climax changing patterns
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled tombs
rushed toward some end of prime timelessness,
permaculturally planned, 
yet politically and economically unprioritized.

Drumming cooperative heartbeat
surfing co-arising breath
occasional quaking tummy and head rumbles,
Elder tones of humane space
thundering through subliminal Right-mindbody octaves
of timeless unrolling elational memory.

ReGenerating Angel's Syndrome,
new time smells green fragrant,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth's old-tinged infrastructure,
roots hunting Truth's mysteriously flowing RNA estuaries
floating broken platters of EarthTime's universe creation,
rumbling bicamerally regenerating thunder
warning of ancient slow-aptic- through synaptic-timed lightening.

Capturing Time's enrapturing voices and visions and climatic verbs,
EcoPresence Language
flowing through silent space,
fractal-faced and paced race
toward co-arising spacetime Prime Relationship,
BiCameral Time's Interior Eco-LandPlace
echoing Exterior Syntaxing CoGravitational Time;
all else "evil" remainder
fades into PreMillennial cognitive/affective dissonance.

ReGenerative Time's Language speaks in sacred logos 
therapeutic flow and co-arising healthy function.

Peace and Namaste

As Tao's Time-Bodhisattvas, 
we co-arise out and up and forth
toward our 
EcoBalancing 
ReGenerating 
ZenZero-Attachment/Aversion 
Basic Sacred CoPresent 
BiCamerally CoMentoring:

InFormationalYang Polynomial Universe
ConVexed OVER ConCaving
Unitarian Not-Not-Polynomial Double-Bound YinYin

Win-Win RealTime PoliEconormal CoElational+ Landscapes.

Congregational Response:

May Time's EcoTransParent Presence be you,
as "We".

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Audonus Taylor | Details |

Pretty Things

Your face is what
becomes my addiction.
I see it in every minute
and each second I am living.
You're all I'm getting
The only topic written down...
It's like sight has become sound.

Your name is the reason that I 
breathe
It's the waking breath in me
All my heart and body needs.
And I...
feel the road getting tough because 
of distance
without the loving kisses
Everything that we are missing now..
But I promise it will all work out...
Just give a little more time
and keep me on your mind, like I do 
you.
Because all that's on mine is when I 
get to you..
It'll be so beautiful...
So beautiful...
So beautiful....

Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.
Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
dreams...
Your pretty face and all these pretty 
things...

I know it's hard 
through all the space and time,
But we don't have to wait forever
It's just a storm we have to weather
until the day that you are mine...
Whatever else is whatever...
just as long as we're together
Making our way to each other's 
moon.
And we'll be home soon, love...
We'll be home soon...

(Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.)

I can't wait to see your face when I 
wake
But these miles do not hear me
To not have you near me, is...
Just a little more than I can take...
Because this place is just a place
until I see your smiling face...

(Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
dreams...
Your pretty face and all these pretty 
things...)

Your pretty smile, Your lovely mind.
Is so much more, than space and 
time.
I feel you out there, keep you with 
me.
Hoping these days pass quite quickly.
And though apart we have to be 
(right now, right now, right now!...)
With you is where I'd rather be..
(I'd rather be, I rather be!...)

Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.
Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
dreams...
Your pretty face and all these pretty 
things...

So keep me close to you, my love.
Keep holding on to all that's us...
I see your face in every room...
I promise you that..
we'll be home soon...
And no matter what tomorrow 
brings...
What we have...
is the prettiest of things...

Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by John Hamilton | Details |

Proof of human existence

Proof of human existence

When you see animal tracks

you know what kind of animal has been there

Right?

their existence is proved by the mark that they 
leave behind

scientists can prove certain species existed by

examining the fossil record 

and seeing what has been left behind

Right?

Humans are the highest form of life here on earth

Right?

So what is the proof of our existence?

What do we leave behind 
as proof that we existed?

What is the identifying mark 
of humans wherever we go?

adventurers, explorers, 

brave souls 

go where no human

has ever gone

How do we know they were there?

they've left their mark

They conquer Everest 
reach the peak and exclaim 

I am here, I made it,

I conquered Everest...
 
then they leave their mark

the definitive proof of their existence

They've conquered space

the final frontier

what an amazing accomplishment!

Right?

Humans were there!

how do we know?

they've left their mark

they've marked their territory

like the animals

but we are superior

Right?

Pristine oceans

so amazing 

and yet humans have left their mark

there too...

the most distant and remote

places on earth have been touched

by humans as well...

the north pole

antartica

the south pole

So what is the proof of human existence?

What is the distinctive mark?

What is the evidence that we exist

how do mark our territory?

Well,

on  top of Everest 

there is an accumulating

ever growing

pile of

garbage...

trash... 

rubbish

however you want to describe it

that is our distinctive mark! 

discarded oxygen tanks etc

how nice!

proof of our superior existence?

hardly,

the oceans...

bodies of water

carrying along

plastic bottles that

used to carry water,

how intelligent we are

right?

Scientist when launching rockets

and supplies to outer space

need to factor in the orbiting

space garbage left behind

from previous visits

we are so amazing!

Right?

What a legacy 

we are leaving behind 

as proof of our existence.

If you hired someone to

clean and maintain your property

left them in charge

and years later came back

to check on the status

and condition and found it 

in disrepair with 

garbage everywhere

what would you do?


reward the caretaker?

Hardly!

What should our Maker and the

Creator of the earth

and the universe do 

when he comes to inspect

what we have done to our inheritance?


John Derek Hamilton
March 27,2016





Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Details |

The UFO at Cary Forest

Nestled among the trees in a primitive campsite,
A cub scout and his mother were on their third camp-out.
The tent was pitched; double foil wrapped food was cooked just right.
The young campfire cook gave his skills a great workout.

In the past they had stayed there several days at a time.
Driving through the forest just the mom and her young boy.
Thinking about those days brings back memories sublime.
It was a lot of work, but brought them so much joy.

Nights were spent listening to the serenading bullfrog.
At dawn, she photographed wildlife while he made bird-calls.
One morning when they came around the bend in the fog,
A long-necked majestic doe stood tall and enthralled.

The angle was such that she could not get a good shot.
So, she handed him her Cannon; he aimed, then, clicked.
It would be days prior to seeing the picture he got.
She and her son took pleasure in the woodlands frolicked.

In the hours of darkness they finished playing cards.
Their lantern was glowing; it was time to go to sleep.
Outside there was a whirring they could not disregard.
The mother turned out the light; whispered, “Don't make a peep!”

Her heart was pounding faster and her eyes opened wide.
She was afraid to move, but tried her best to be brave.
She unzipped the tent slowly and took a look outside.
The unlikely sight she saw gave her heart a shock wave.
 
Up in the sky was a circle of lights… humongous!
The outer ones were orange and the inner ones flashed white.
The sound was so loud that soon the boy became anxious.
With a quiet hush she said, “We're going to be alright.”

All she could think about was fear and their abduction.
Teenage daughters, not camping, needed her to survive.
She was so terrified her mind could hardly function.
There was nothing she could do to get out of there alive.

Would sharp-witted life forms from outer space understand?
She had no choice but try; inside she shed silent tears.
Begging aloud to the alien craft, words unplanned.
Daughters, with no one to tend them would struggle for years.

When she explained their situation, the noise ceased quickly.
She peeked outside again to see only stars in the sky.
He, now a man, was not allowed to look out…hazy.
She thanks God for the night the aliens went bye-bye.

©  October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

P.S. Years later, she saw the same craft in NASA space photos listed as something not 
seen before…unidentified!  When she went to show her husband, the picture had 
“disappeared!”

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011


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