Best Anciently Poems
Once agone moments in time
she was poetry in motion,
'til she pirouetted herself
onto dusty versed shelves
midst old clouded rhymes
& recollected love notes
yet, there lingered echoes
glistening 'tween strands
of web's interlacing design,
meshing her finessed
past within gossamer's
complexed entanglements
beyond labyrinths of
anciently grand symphonies
she dances, still ~
silently in her head
flirting with destiny
albeit, not quite as opulently
Trees move the muse of poetry art
Their beauty is a ballad of heart.Quote poets own.
Trees to me are charming queens of earth
Proudly they stand extending their girth
When springs young leaves upon branches grow
Whose heart could not be moved by the show.
Imagine the earth without a tree
How we would all miss the greenery
Trees have a calming serenity
An ambiance of tranquility.
Denuded trees standing in the stark
Are twilight’s fine silhouettes of art
Impressive displays of graciousness
Elaborate in their nakedness.
Providing a place for birds to rest
And raise fledglings in a cosy nest
Trees are the stage upon which birds sing
Sweetly in dawn’s chorus rendering.
Beneath the bark lies a tender soul
To us trees play an enormous role
They purify air so we may breathe
To fend for our need, trees God bequeathed.
Down in the deep of the underground
Are the roots holding trees firm and sound
With nutrients their needs to supply
So spring brings leaves that pleasure the eye.
Age does not weary trees easily
These beauty queens live on anciently
They hold secrets that were seen and heard
But never do they disclose a word.
An', as [music] blowed an' blowed,
I often looked up at the sky
an' assed meself the question--
what is the stars,
what is the stars?
Juno and the Paycock
Sean O'Casey
Our sacred choir
prepares a new anthem
which, in summary, goes:
I have the deep soul blues today,
so Give Me Music.
This troubles me
because Music erupts from within,
more primal than a commodity
to be delivered on command.
What is wrapped and presented from outside
we may hear only as voices with rhythm
and harmony
and unresolved dissonance--
but all these together
are not yet our enchanting music muse
fully investing
infesting
musing through us.
Choral inside resounded music,
resonate through all four voices,
sharing our deep-rooted muse,
blues soul longing to speak and dance
music of the stars,
To come home again
where we have always shared soul belonged
inducing peace.
Sacred choirs
do not usually demand of matriarchal Earth,
Give Me Music!
More likely we invite experience
of more resilient inside dancing muses
healing like anciently redundant starlight.
I feel angst in soulful mourning
that cannot be healed through commanding
Give Me Music
or anything else, for that matter.
But, loss does invite deeper experience of resonance
and small bits of creatively digestible resolving dissonance
to feel better
about absence of remembering
What is our starlight soul
but well-sung dance
enlightening solidarity?
If we are asking Earth
to heal us with the Muse of starlight mystery,
then, indeed,
Give Us Music's full harvest
blowed an' blowed.
Silky soft sand
a zen garden
dutifully raked
organized
but fluid.
Rock solid concrete
a straight sidewalk
purposefully aimed
determined
and rigid.
Silky soft sand
a seaside beach
eternally shuffled
chaotic
but natural.
Rock solid concrete
a fluted pillar
anciently built
weathered
but stoic.
Silky soft sand
a pliable mind
persistently curious
unmolded
and alive.
Rock solid concrete
a zealot view
insistently settled
decided
and dead.
Who were you today,
at your best moments?
Grouchy hermit
already missing quality dream times
and rhythms
when chimes greet pre-light's crust frosty dawn,
to get Yang, then Yin, up and out of our sangha,
ready to enter their own daytime sanghas,
tired drama of such anciently perennial retired,
repeat,
reiterate,
Monday through Friday.
Notice
red coal scale patterns
in blackened ash logs,
burning to fluffy carbon chalk,
nutrient potential for some soils,
although not mine,
perhaps my neighbor's?
Joy
for a bright, although admittedly too intermittent, sun,
sliding in and out of hiding.
A smile,
where one would otherwise have been sadly absent.
Cold
feeling Arctic on my ears and neck
and nose
and onward through
toward my aching bone marrow,
near my well-heated
and brightly lit
domestic non-destination.
Ellen Fisher on NPR saying
"No one gets out of love alive."
with so much enthusiasm and passion
for regenerative feelings and empathic maturing capacity
to manage anger's ego-offense
with a strong remembering love's co-opportunity defense
against high risk anthro-entitled,
narcissistic ego-bratty behavior.
Gratitude
for Yin political and economic cooperative investments
seeking Earth harmonic balance.
Terror
of untimely taxing rest as grace,
of older-wiser intent
without time to hear Earth's glamorous response,
to new found mutually speaking freely parts
and songs of dancing glances
Eagerly lifting
blue tarp skirt
of my elegantly stacked woodpile,
seducing me with more hard fuel
for erotic clandestine fires.
Feeling PoisonYang feeding on my trinitarian blind
and bald spot,
sucking in any embodied nutrients she might hope to find
within such great grand fatherly care,
laughing together
at just how silly we appear
even to our wu-wei selves,
together better
than apart
Still mind embodied fullness
content contention in this narrow midway
modestly chasing Gods of True Love reborn
Resisting insisting
long-married Gods and Goddesses of Angry Past Deductions
fueling Fear of Future's Inductive Reduction
dualdark disfunction
Confluent inhumane demise
sinking unease
singing ease
to full mooned
yin-hibernating
yang-hypernation
waning waxing sways.
Dragonfly Damsel engaging such wonder
Discovers a world between water and land
Magical enchantment her filmy wings stand
Refracting worlds beheld from another
Lucent pools echo translucent colors
Iridescent gossamer winged flyer
Damselfly dance into the sun higher
Filling us with fervor as she hovers
Soaring predator scorched with her fire
Dragonfly protects and patrols her terrain
Teaching us balance is every thing
Anciently ruling this marshy mire
This gossamer flyer is awesome pay heed
She glistens along while skimming water
Fire burns inside her ever so hotter
Nothing compares to her exceptional speed
Protect what is yours, her message to us
Rational thought sometimes ruminates
Let go of “Father Time” who dictates
Rambunctiously live your lives with lust
laughing like a hyena comes naturally
to those deprived of sanity
for more than five hours at a
time is long and sometimes silent
though not often still
water runs expressing her course
having no authority to deepen herself at will
lounging on one side and then the other
banks holding sway with the river just because
trees morph into faces anciently lined
anthropomorphism clearly reigns in our
consciousness, construes something out of
no-thing is why we are all here
laughing like a hyena comes naturally
to those deprived of truth
for more than five hours at a
time is illusory and definitely not the truth
may you have your way with all of it...
Because you choose to wait
for Jesus to return to Earth,
Because you choose to wait
for your self-righteous Rapture,
our Great Transitional End
of naturally sinful,
unspiritual
carnal
mortal Earth,
Which do you also choose to do while you wait
to die
so you can Paradise live divinely,
timelessly,
cooperatively,
with fullest possible integrity
of Earth nearly become,
yet denied,
Heaven?
Do you choose
a life lived in communion
with God your Father of creative love,
like sunshine
blessing lily splattered green meadows,
embracing isolated willow trees
producing modest yellow spring blossoms
caressed by healing butterflies
and bees?
Or do you choose
a more LeftBrain dominant life
of capitalized Ego-autonomy,
a dying paranoid Win/Lose life trend
toward isolation
and Lose/Lose helplessness?
Do you too often choose mono-egotistic competition
despite long-term health risks?
Over-extended tragedy
for all potential future children
of all organic EarthTribe,
communal polypaths
inviting resilient multipurposed Paradise
of Health today
Reforesting
healing
planting and harvesting
communing with non-sectarian organic Earth,
Especially when sun shine calls
to ultra-violet daydream rainbows,
crescent stars shine
bright night
extended family
crystal communions,
story-telling fire-circle flames,
songs of full theological disclosure
in nature's liturgical spirit dance,
Bicamerally exploding
peaceful sufficiency of messianic return
both affluent and effluent
Because you choose not to wait
to return to messianic/bodhisattva wealth
of Win/Win health
and ecopolitical reforestations,
anciently awaiting
anxious transubstantiations
Secular EarthHere
with sacred UniversalNow,
ego-healthing space
within eco-bilateral Time.
No healthy humane man
of mature integrity
is a disenchanted island.
No individual is entirely orphaned.
Even an island has an associated understory,
below water's surfing surface
lie deeply rooted
anciently fertile connections.
And above water's surface
birds migrate outdoor voices
and digestive tracts
and trends
visit,
co-invest regenerativity
of ocean tides
and wind storms.
Those who celebrate only their autonomous island-ness,
are those who do not actively include
how we already live as multicultural peninsulas
leading back to mainland ancient healthy multicultures
and leading forward
to where we can once again
applaud diversely landscaped roots
fertile soil and soul migrations
visitors of nutritiously remembering curiosity
co-invested leaders in courageous fertile multi-solidarity
on this one planet island
Earth revolving within an interdependent sanctuary orbit
of synergetic understory,
Milky Way of warm wet soiled and souled
enchanting
surfing maternal womb memories
of ocean tides
as wind storms.
We had a folk connection to everything
To times and place
But most of all to men
The landmark souls of Montego Bay:
Big-Hungry was one of them,
Hero that a wayward child could prize.
He was a big man
Muscles hard as old tree root
This tractor
That gave the city character
Seemed iron to us,
His lard a fig only for his belly
He was a STRONG MAN
Beating iron and mending tires
Day long, he breather the charred dust
From charcoal stalls
And belched in his passion of fire
O I feared too his cruel ways.
You walked into him suddenly
A mountain anciently there
And shrank instinctively in fear
But this man
This Big-Hungry that ate more than his size
Had a soft liquid in his eyes
And Girzelle knew
And never ran from him
Like us small boys that jeered
Behind his distant back
With one smile she laid him flat
Just like a track
Before our watering eyes.
Eternity witnessed anciently and again.
Lost souls in retreat; visions isolated.
Perpetual fears encumbering freemen.
Daunting dreams with doubts amid young and aged.
Time never ends feelings of desperation.
Souls hiding in solitude sink deaths anchor.
Drowning in self-pity and isolation.
Then, comes faith, and happily-ever-after.
Love lifts life like floating clouds reflecting brightly.
The pink evening sky paints the world’s uplifting.
God watches as sunbeams light the night beauty –
Strongly fortifying, God manifesting.
© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
When thinking of indigenous wisdom,
I feel more globally open,
more universally connected,
hoping to hear with multicultural listening ears
and astutely perceptive eyes
deductively retouching
inductively felt nonviolent communications
with all natural/spiritual dipolar
bicamerally balanced EarthTribes
present
immigrations from Earth's past
emigrations toward co-passioned future
EarthMother Wisdom
is what I mean
to fulfill resonant-resilient
TruthBeauty co-arisingly integral
potential Indigenous Open and OutWildness
InBetween sacred Heaven's radiant health
and natured Earth's empowering wealth
for restoring EarthMother Justice
By means of internally
and anciently
perennially felt
cognitive/emotive nonviolent recommunionation,
Universally bicameral unitarian
nonsectarian
nonjudgmental
nonviolently resilient polypathic
win/win multicultural outcomes
Of Blue/Green Whole Spectral Health
wealth of Ultra-NonViolet EarthMother Peace
for all God's innocent moon-soothed infants
waning
and waxing,
exhaling
and inhaling,
degenerating
and regenerating,
Tender
and wildly mild
wealthy explosions
and healthy implosions
Of nonviolent intention
outbound
for compassionate retention
inbound
Earth care giving
as indigenously reverse
recursive receiving.
My first great faith journey
involved exiting EarthMother's nighttime womb,
without even a first language
except what RightBrain inherited
from noticing emotive taste and feel
and healthy/pathological touch
memories prehistorically Win/Win
and Win/Lose
and Lose/Lose souled
unsoiled either happy or mad,
learning both/and health-resilient midways.
From such humble nutritional/toxic expectations,
and win/lose annunciations
of EarthTribe's integral potential,
wealthy yang opportunities and yin-unhealthy risks,
through adolescent win/lose romantic invested engagements
On through my own forty-year corporate adult commodified faith journey
ensuing
pursuing my great white-male privileged American dream;
A win/lose business-as-usual pilgrimage
toward my more recent retiring win/win destiny,
for healthy wise-elder now
unhealthy other-wise then
Not really a chosen win/win destination
freely destined to and as begun
with integrity of ego-me inside sacred eco-Other
co-passion for positive
healthy
rational/nutritional purpose
And perennial meaning
this old pre-cortical WiseElder right brain
we have anciently learned interdependence
does not believe in autonomous ego-mortality,
Right brain emotive intelligence
is not overly invested in left brain ego's embedded fragmentation
co-arising feelings of righteous predative anger
and leftist prayers conserving lose/lose fears
of YangGod's universally autonomous climate genocide.
Ego's de-individuation
away from Earth's healthy habitat
rejoining MotherEarth's timeless individulting wombs
reproducing integrity's conjoined co-passioning potential,
ReBecoming as I began
win/win re-entering memories re- and pre-historically souled
unsoiled
inside EarthMother's first pre-cortical dark night
Becoming bicameral felt
effectively co-caused/effective
neo-cortical ego's individuating day
ReComposing my first great healthy transformational
co-arising in/ex-formational
re-journey
re-membering my first great transitional
sunrise developmental
co-passioning light/energy service
courageously multicultural
vulnerably global
and transparently personal.
Sympathy,
at its positive
liberal Blue best,
begets
and yet regrets
mere tolerance of win/lose aggressive Others
not so entirely dissociated
from all-inclusive retributive justice
Social monoculturing
patriarchal systems
capable, on our best days,
of impatiently tolerating alien
aggressive,
terrorizing,
bullying,
militantly viral transgressing
every possible win/win nuance
of Golden MultiCultural Rules
In a sojourner
immigrant/emigrating
hospitality
anciently indigenous wisdom
kind of in/exformative TaoWay
In a too-often witnessed story
not significantly my own experience
to vulnerably
transparently share
integrity's EarthJustice potential.
Empathy,
by win/win superior contrast,
begets acceptance of others
who become everyday Allies
at least potentially
on our pro-active BlueSky EarthDaze
best healthy
conservational
Green New Deal
days
Of actively cooperative Esteem,
empowering bilateral
multilateral Love,
Active Compassion,
CoEmpathetic enlightening communication
EarthTribally non-violent
revolutionary integrity
octaved developmental change
circles of nonviolent multicolored communication
Verbal and non-verbally witnessed
begetting integrity with EcoOthers
now known as TrueLeft deductive
AND BeautyRight inductive
Ego/Eco systemic
extending EarthTribe experiential family
at least potentially co-empathic
on our healthy wealthiest climate
EarthDays
Featuring egalitarian sympathy
as a developmental path
toward interdependent empathy
as a cooperative journey
into co-invested integrity
circles
Recycling Earth health,
peace,
restoring justice's
climatic green wealth potential
to avoid violently cruel circus
circuits of unusual retributive social
economic
political punishing
criminalizing
enslaving
bloody red non-communionation.
This flower that gives more than any other
Is sure to be a blessing to those who recover
From illness and blight
Brought from dark shadows to light
To discover its natural gift
Of healing and lift
To those who need most
The beauty of nature's repose
That allows us all to be healthier
Our lives, our hearts, our spirits with less barriers
This intrinsic answer so simply stated
Dear cannabis flower so anciently created
For those whose illness has taken its toll
With the pain and affliction we all know
Relinquishing the suffering of those that need you
This flower that gives more than any other
Is now to be a blessing for those to recover
October 29, 2019
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