Best Co Operative Poems
A right to free movement
A right to live
Where we want
Should be our perogative
We should not feel that we can not roam
Or decide to set down new roots
Or to find a new home.
Borders are a man made concept
Nothing to with nature or creations set up
They were created by those who wish to rule
Making it easy for them control
Dividing people into smaller groups
Then instilling within them a tribal instinct,
Selling them an identity of nationhood
Proud to march under flags and anthems
Creating many individual races
This started back as further than the dark ages
Almost since the dawn of man
A flaw that may see us all dammed
Unless we begin to evolve back into a state
The we started off as
Just one race
That allows everyone to share
And move around the planet
Sharing cultures, faith and love
Sharing the wealth of which there's more than enough
Working in communities to create much more
One mass co-operative force
Respecting the resources of this earth
Not just exploiting it for all its worth
But nurturing and using permaculture to grow
The foundations of the seeds we grow
And fostering tolerance between us all
Building a peace that is eternal
Putting an end to war through self rule
Existentialism becomes the new tool
Of being your own authority
Showing kindness and compassion to all
This is my dream I share with you all
One race
One love
One peace is may call.
Your soul is wearing a human carcass,
dress it up any way you like
but,
there’s your grain.
There’s your grain
And who imagined its potential?
Insignificant piece of earth
Scratchy little truth
that became so incredibly hot it could no longer be sand.
Creating a shard so clear
that the truth pierced reality.
One co-operative pane
forced together in controlled panicky climate.
There’s your grain,
wrought for many years in this old shell
converting all this dirt
into something worthwhile.
Wisdom cannot come from youthful oysters
true pearls take time.
There’s your grain
bouncing down that clear funnel with the others
trickling the future forward.
As I watch grainy time burying the present
I let go of this wrinkled peel
that is
Covered in pearls.
Saving a memory
because laughter splatters
across the room
rolling, clinking,
splashed smiles savored
like wine-mellow
with bursts of flavors
rolled along the tongue
Learning takes place
better when there is
laughter and smiles
invite learners
Giggles, gurgling
eyes and teeth participating
who what questions
answers accents, soliloquies, duets
trios and groupwork
Sets of co-operative
silly making
blessing the room
where we learn
A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round and affectionately kickable.
Somehow I have always known I am one. After all one doesn't become a ball overnight. It's a slow process. To start with, you pull your knees up, real close to your chest, and you start practicing. The walls however weren't very co-operative. They complained that my form was not completely round, some thing walls hate. A wall doesn't like objects with an edge, that's hurtful, it can bruise.
Therefore, my next mission, was to curve my spine so that my chin touched my breast bone. But still the walls complained, this time telling me that with my flailing twitching arms, I resembled an M&M from the TV commercial. That was a hateful remark, because these things look ridiculously unlike me. My globule-like ball will be the most huggable and innocent ball you've ever seen.
With a little torch I modified my arms in such a way that they neatly folded around myself, and finally I had become the perfectly round form the whole world already knew that I was.
Today I am your bouncing ball. The men in white clothes with their syringes and multi-coloured pills, have said so. The men honour me by kicking me around, and the walls finally stopped complaining. I am ricocheting and rebounding whilst I rejoice.
Everyone is happy now.
***
May 2, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
Universally Up and Without: Enlightening Yang
Unitarian Down and Within: Deep CoEmpowering Yin.
Two landscapes, Yang Universalist inhale and Yin Unitarian exhale,
we breathe as Beloved Community:
Universal: breathe in Yang
Unitarian: breathe out Yin,
toward each other,
becoming Yang with Yin coincidental
restoring ego/eco synergy.
Breathe in Universalist Yang,
exhale Unitarian Yin.
Inhale synergy
Exhale co-passion.
Breathe in Multicultural passion,
breathe out Polycultural pleasure.
Breathe in universal air
breathe out Unitarian encultured
atmosphere.
Breathe in Universalist Yang Light,
breathe out Unitarian co-creator Power,
intent,
practice.
Breathe in Yang
with Universal gratitude
for breathing out
Yin’s Unitarian attitude,
promising aptitude.
Yang in,
not not Yin out
into Win-Win Beloved
blue/green Commons.
Breathe in Yang’s powerful co-operative future,
breathe out Yin’s softly surfing retreat
toward Win-Win womb’s nurturing past.
Breathe in Yang justice
toward your left brain
Breathe out Yin caring culture
from your right brain.
Surf rolling in to the left,
Purging-sighing back out from the right,
Yang-Yin’s echoing
mutual Namaste.
Breathe in Universal ecojustice,
Breathe out Unitarian ecotherapy.
Breathe in Universalist Yang
Breathe out UU Yang/Yin,
deep Crown/Root polyvagal balance,
Left with Right hemispheres
zero-centering core chi soul
grasping to give downstream
what we hope to receive from upstream’s next breath,
moment,
hour,
day,
season,
year,
love-life.
Breathe in Yang just-right goodness,
Breathe out Yin
comprehensive
co-arising
peace
restoring universal healthcare
justice.
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
So, I guess a 12 year old
American brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
is outside your boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.
Well, I can see why you would need
to draw your boundary
for healthy rationality
outside his grassy field of fire-armed play.
I can see why we need to draw this line
of "only predictably SWM domesticated life matters"
the way we do
to look our friends and children in the eyes
while saying,
"I can accept this loss
as one caused by an unfortunately timed
dual act of accidental wildness;"
But is it not significantly wilder
to fire ballistics at youth
than for youth to fire only ballistic imagination?
I can see that we need to doubt
reasonable risks of public recreation
for some lives
differently than other lives
and times
to gaze into our social-cultural mirror
with both eyes
fully comprehending compassionate integrity:
"We accept that Black Adolescent Lives Splatter
loss across our leaking shared loves and livelihoods,
thereby wilting our collective mental health,
starving our social wealth for future regeneration,
and yet hope we still dream
of somehow re-transposing,
All Lives Matter
in current US ReligiousRight culture.
Now that is egocentric mendacity;
not even Anthro-centric integrity.
We each and all must hunt our way
toward facing our fear of ourselves
our lack of empathy
and mind positive passions
and body healing pleasures
surpassing our neglectful lack of fully activating
Win/Win panentheistic wisdom.
Some hunting ways bring further AnthroSupremacist
Business As Usual
cognitive-affective dissonance;
further failure of Earth's polycultural integrity,
further degenerative ego-traumatizing stasis.
Some hunting ways promise more co-operative co-arising ballast
for culturally active hope.
It is this ballast we seek
between our self/other-reflecting eyes,
hoping to discover peace within as justice without,
and not more enslaving reductive addiction
to ballistics of overly-automated violence
Silent souls
full-will impassioned pleasures
without sufficient time to assess full-intent,
responding to fear of fear ourselves,
right between our blindered eyes
So it becomes challenging to see
a brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
as well within our mental health care boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.
Dull, dank depressing Summer Solstice. A pretty chesnut pony ridden by a little girl on
the pavement (sidewalk to our cousins across the Pond) wishing to be a wild rider, but
not along the High Street in this once BLUE Radical part of town if only both were not
escorted on foot by two women, the mother and the child's sister?
Astounded! I said to a bloke pasing by, "That's legal?!" half like a full capon judge, half
like a Radical. The bloke broke into a wry smile, shrugging his shoulders replied, "Don't
intervene". With a pretty white maned pony, two determined women and the little
hoped to be wild rider wearing a blue helmut, I knew that I was on to a loser, as we
say; later in the day when a teenager on a bike blocked the pavement - er sidewalk-
when I and two women, one in a wheelchair and another pushing it could not get by
the cyclis;t, I, 'The Big I Am', as my father in his dotage called me, with no stentorian
tone, but authoritative and polite, he moved! An intervention that worked.
Flabbergasted! When the pretty pony with the white mane and until then co-operative
demeanour move left blocking the side ah, you know what I mean, the mother led
the pony, the so assurred rider in the blue helmet with her elder daughter - all -
onto the road, the pony reared! The mother puzzled said, "She's frightened!"
seemingly not expecting any traffic. The appearance of a pony on a pavement, you
know by now what, getting as busy as bees in midsummer, as narrow as a path across
a field in midsummer, until a semblance of order returned with pedestrians, motorists
and the long suffering pony suffered itself to be led across the road to the safety of the
car park - ur- ing lot of the Baptist chapel where behind lay a graveyard of
Anabaptists, so seriously radical!
The American Way
In every neighborhood
There are problems that arise.
Some never get resolved
No one that fact denies.
However: the other day
A big story was in our paper.
Of a group of upset neighbors
Pulled off a “real-estate” caper.
It seems the lovely development
Was being constantly harassed.
By big money development folk
Looking to make some cash.
It meant to change the character
Of this lovely street of homes
By building big condos out behind
Till someone got on the phones.
Alerting all the players
Who’s home backed up to the mess
We need to band together
If we are to ward off this ugly pest.
I don’t know the many hours
These folks spent in meeting
But saw each other often enough
By first names would soon be greeting.
I don’t know the details
It wasn’t happening to me
How “huge” a problem was it?
Just how serious could it be?
I don’t have facts to share
No details to finish my rhyme
But I know enough to tell you
Big business didn’t win this time.
These families grabbed this “bull”
Soundly by the horns.
Soon a co-operative process
With “cash” backers was taking form.
They pooled their limited resources
Each homeowner would pay a share
They’d show these roughneck players
They weren’t so easy now to scare.
They bought the land behind them
Set a plan for moving on
There may still be hurdles to jump
But for now the war’s been won.
My hat is off to each family
There may have been some glitches
But I saw no personal belongs
Out on a porch or in the ditches.
I can’t believe it’s really happening
It’s so the American way.
If a group is being harmed
All together they enter the fray.
So as the days and weeks
Progressing with plan A
Don’t lose hope or get upset
Plan B may be on the way.
Written by oldbuck Nov. 7, 2017 to tell the story about some great neighbors that joined together to ward off big business and the government process.
Daisy Bindi – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Daisy Bindi » by T. Wignesan
L’esclavage à Roy Hill, quelle honte profonde misère:
Les noirs obligés à travailler sans paie l’année durant,
L’esclavagistes encouragés par la connivence policière
Avec la bénédiction subreptice du gouvernement.
Mais une femme guerrière sans aucune aide
Conduisait son peuple noir pour abolir la servitude.
Saluons cet esprit fin,
Daisy de la tribu Nullagine,
Qui sans aide et avec vigueur
Osa l’esclavage à défier.
Daisy Bindi, la grande, pareil aux hommes chaussa les étriers,
Entama les tâches de l’élevage dès le lever du jour
Et les heures du ménage qui rendaient la vie pénible
Les années durant, même sans paie hebdomadaire possible,
Quand Daisy du cœur inébranlable organisa son clan
Réclama la justice pour ses pairs et des Droits de l’homme.
Toute honneur et l‘éloge
A Daisy de Noongah siège
Pour avoir mis fin à la tyrannie
L’esclavage elle osa à bannir.
O ! les patrons la menaçaient, les patrons en vitupérant
En faisant appel à la police pour contourner la loi,
Et les hommes et femmes noirs furent malmené et attaqué
Pour avoir résisté la dégradation fut battus et incarcérés,
Mais Daisy, la militante, aucun homme ne pourrait dompter
Celle qui réussi faire sortir son peuple de l’enfer.
(Note d’Oodgeroo : Madame Daisy Bindi de l’intérieur d’Australie de l’ouest s’était fait connaître comme une meneuse des aborigènes. A Roy Hill Station où elle travaillait, les aborigènes éleveurs et domestiques travaillaient sans salaires ni récompense jusqu’à ce qu’elle motiva son peuple à lutter pour leurs droits. C’était une longue bataille parsemée d’incidents outrageux commis à l’encontre de sa race, mais le résultat final fut victorieux aboutissant dans l’instauration de l’admirable Pindan Co-operative Aboriginal Community à Port Hedland. )
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
We are born remembering
DNA's sacred syntax,
cryptic receipts with multigenerational redemption value,
to redeem integrity through this incarnation's
fully functional root and crown potential
For ecological
politically co-intelligent
co-operative economic practice
with polyculturally unconditional intent
Mutual subsidiarity of peace
compassioning just rightness
declared only through solidarity
in co-prehensive
leftbrain consciousness.
Who are these would be CoRedemptive Mentors
stalking my multi-regenerational mirror?
Tempted by good and evil
I reconnect MotherEarth's suffering
to monotheistic FatherSun's not listening,
steadfastly ambivalent feelings
ambidextrously languaged
Riding Time's enculturing edge
flying forward for hope of better
stronger
surer lasting light,
fleeting backward darkening doubtful powers
to change what I cannot compassionately tolerate
to fulfill EarthJustice commitments together
as we might
were Anthros not a lone Redeemer
anti-hero monoculture
Prophets without sufficient Time
for holy spirit's embryonic forms
flowing full-natured unction.
This present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's enslaving RoyalAnthro tomb
severing analogical revolutions
apart
rather than preserving integrity's resolutions
together.
Double-bound
stigmatic
messiah wounds
Breathing in Earth's first breath
while dying out Ego's already last,
stifling my victorious solo shout
"not yet...not yet" out
My mythic time
portends mystery's co-redeeming climax
without embracing Beloved EarthTribe's
sacred sensory resonance.
Redeemer musing Heart
mediating fragile warring Mind
against unwisely breaking Body,
our Trinitarian Teleology
As messianic restitution
perpetually rides
Earth's suffering surf
of almost pregnant paradise.
Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.
From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
clouds and magnetic waves,
fire and wind storms
flowed with YangSun rise
toward western evening's sacred Elder dusk.
Western hemisphere's turtle back
flowed appositional with YangSun,
prevailing with and without FullMoon's yin-centering tides.
Once upon post-millennial time
of expanding co-operative Gaian Theories,
neuro-psychology's ecology of healthcare-giving
and receiving WinWin love,
we noticed our nondual Turtle Hemispheres,
LeftYang industrial sunlight revolutions
with RightYin sustaining GrandMother sacred moonlight evolutions,
Industrial Revolution days
predicting non-renewable energy descent into nightmare nights
but also yin-renewable energy ascension
into and for and of
climates and landscapes and mindstates and dreamscapes
of 4D political reversion therapy,
rooted in ecological flow systems
of tidal waves
and oceanic rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
and root systems of nutrition,
clouds and ionic/ironic dipolar dynamic balance,
revolutionary fire and wind pollution storms
merging with anthro-hubris denial,
our Yang-dominant don't stink,
flowing west to east again west,
north to south reweaving north,
left to right healing rest
in bilateral trust
both secular Left
and sacred Right regained.
At end of this day of gratitude
for Being together,
Earth is Host
or Holy Ghost
or God or Goddess,
and we, Earth's Tribes,
Her mutually parasitic-subsidiary Progeny.
At dawn's revolutionary beginning
of this new cultural thanks
giving-it-forward day,
we,
all DNA/RNA syntax Tribes
co-worshiping our timeless Time
of Earth's Co-Communicants,
learn to co-operatively optimize
our mutually parasitic health
as our pilgrimage toward (0)Mega Point
of eco-consciously co-creating
conscientific Earth
as our Eco-Hosting Universe.
Earth as Gaia,
Solar/Lunar Progenitive Namaste System
as Sun Father,
and Mother Earth primally co-relating,
cast about RNA regenerative seeds,
ripe embryos,
decomposing and re-emerging
our PolyCulturally Indigenous Received View,
our ExeGenetic Business As Usual
fertile climate.
Religions,
and other cultural expressions,
articulating facets of this natural beauty,
co-gravitational nutrition,
balancing health harmonic octaves and fractals
of eco-systemic integrity,
are each enlightening commentary
on Earth's Exegetical Gospel of Eco-Logos Wisdom.
In ReGenesis,
are Solar Systemic Heaven
with Earth,
and Earth was without co-operative form
and dissonantly void of healthy value.
And, evening's Tree of Dream Death as eviL
and morning's Tree of Live as Polyculturally BeLived,
were Time's first self/other
longing and belonging revolution
optimizing
yet another Great Namaste Day.
"The ways in which we apply these [empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural synergetic balance]
over the next century
will be the greatest test
of our evolutionary [democratic Win/Win]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism
nor nationalism
nor sexism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires developing holistic integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic
health of interdependent pleasure
and wealth of intersectoral compassion.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
leaders and co-operative
co-invested followers.
Until our democratic national party
becomes an everyday
InterNational InterDependent PolyCultural Health Party.
Until our republican nationalistic party
becomes a cooperatively-managed
EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Project.
Until each educational and religious system
becomes a polyamorous paradise
for mentoring Restorative Peace,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
miseducated and disempowered
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes a bipartisan win/win part
of EarthMother's CoPassionate Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
reinforcing our EcoPolitical CoOperative Health Trust
of and for Earth's Peace Wealth.
Until Type A caste supremacist planning
to extend competing Win v Lose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with processing Type B
nurturing Win/Win
caste-abolishing Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
panentheistically religions again
with Right inductive
mind-passion/body-pleasure.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means feminist flow with nurturance
through mutual Left/Right bicameral
cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until "unsophisticated women"
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
empty vacuous imaaginary population
now singing more resonant harmonies
dancing more resilient memories.