Best Collaboratively Poems
We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!
Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!
Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!
Balconies From Afar
In a view from the balcony, above the aquamarine sea
All the gifts of creation are unwrapped, like bark on a birch tree
Where the strength of the soul is exposed to salt air, screaming in the sun
Look what exists from love, in each drop of water, it has begun
For the eternities stain the sacred sands of theistic time
Of viewing the celestial bodies that rupture with rhythmic rhyme
Admits shimmering stars that drip with love on a hot summers day
Thus our spirit sails to shores of heaven botanical ballet
For the splitting minutes that pass us by, in which we may forget
While the tide’s forces pull us like the spinning reel of a cassette
Our hearts pulsate with all the sparkling rivers flowing into one
What started as love is a chosen final dance, when we are done
As the moon and earth tango within the midnight ambient air
Our souls collaboratively collide through a falsetto flare
Then love shed its lucid layers amongst the empyreal abyss
The infinite skies await from balconies afar, a first kiss
Heidi Sands and Winged Warrior
6/14/18
I learned to add, subtract, multiply and divide,
And always followed the teacher's directions.
My kids solve complex problems collaboratively,
And make unshakeable lifetime connections.
So, I did as I was told
til I was 40 years old,
'Stayed in my place,'
and wasted the 'best years of my life;'
While my kids try new things;
They take chances and risks.
With a network of friends to support them,
and the confidence to recover from setbacks
mighty quick!
It was two minutes until doomsday
and she struggled to finish her text.
it was an awkward time to break it off
but she couldn’t plunge into eternity
with her lover, still attached to her wrist.
And he waited patiently as he looked
at the clock, hoping for x’s and o’s,
deluded and hopelessly clueless.
when the bomb dropped,
they’d be engaged — for sure, he thought.
With edward-scissorhands, the minutes cut precariously
like darkened shadows upon a frozen tundra,
and the hour will strike like an asp,
the sting will melt the counterfeit humans.
one last cloud of dust, for angels to sweep
into the dustbin, after eternity is settled.
Two minutes before, politicians try to knock
each other out, shouting down the seconds,
with loud colors in dresses and ties, pretty hair
in permanent dye and handsomely slicked back.
they very much doubt the veracity of the doomsday note.
Only one human cries, tears falling upon a seed
that would never rise, a form that turned in her belly
with protruding arms and legs. she would lay hands
on him and love him with her palm until the clock struck
Midnight. and Cinderella will never again lose
her glass slipper, no prince will anxiously search for her,
a pumpkin carriage will vanish without any inhabitants.
Two minutes, enough time to chew off fingernails,
to unwind your tattletail tongue, down shots,
drive yourself into a wall, to call your mother —
now that you have nothing to lose. humans
Before extinction, collaboratively can produce
many sins before they cut the earth’s crust loose
Countdown...starts...now
Emile Pinet’s Doomsday Clock Contest
2/4/2018
Sacred health
is also secular green wealth
integrity
is a Taoist
non-zeroist yang/yintegral
inclusive tool for progressive social ecology
Collaboratively informed with co-arising
co-gravitating
co-empathic
co-passionate
multiculturing processes
of cooperative interreligious
inter-reconnecting
intersectionally recommunicating
enlightening and empowering theology.
This bicameral balancing re-education project
for developing healthy organic communication
reweaves RightSide cultural wealth prominence
with LeftSide climate health dominance
for and of all interdependent
inter-communing embodied minds
Deep listening and wide seeing,
dancing down and singing up
ego feeling and eco touching,
tasting in while smelling out
sensory-neural polypathic systems
Are our empathic metacommunication ego systems
re-connecting
re-ligioning internal nutritional economic exchanges
with external communication sensory networks
experienced across a health/wealth variable range
from projecting Lose/Lose
violent outcomes
through protecting Win/Win
nonviolent incomes.
Nutrition's neuro-sensory integrity messages
respond to ecologically resilient health relationships
and EarthJustice energy democratization,
Win/Win nonzero-zone cooperative games
for repurposing inclusive polycultural values
Progressively communicating
nonviolent green communions
transubstantiating
theologically resonant wealth
developing
tools that cannot become
misinforming
weapons against fluid
wealthing
that cannot become walled
LeftBrain dominating minds
resisting WholeEarth open systemic matters
favoring multicultural education
supporting economic ecological prosperity
as polytheistic theological RightMind pleasure
Nonhedonistic Yang
deductive scientific paradise
deep listening
cooperative learning
hidden within polypathic Yintegral grace
grateful promise
for more cooperative engagement
co-investment in dancing down
and singing up
Metaphysically sacred green wealth
is also secular physical health,
EarthIntegrity's great transformative climate potential.
1. Everything begins and ends,
reports Richo mindfulness
To which Ohcir co-responds,
including positive v negative
therapy v trauma
co-arising intention.
2. Relationships do not always come and go
according to unconditional warm
co-invested appreciation,
when we fail to bicamerally resonate
together brilliantly resilient
therapeutic co-empowerment.
3. Secularized anthrosupremacist life
is not always fair
healthy
safe,
much less panentheistically
collaboratively cherished.
4. Pain is part of evil loss
and win/lose trauma,
lose/lose drama
is part of degenerative
dogmatic death,
as e-v-i-l survivalism
reverses l-i-v-e mindful
ReStore EarthJustice
win/win
yang/yin
body/mind
nature/spirit
ego/eco systemic thrivalism.
5. People,
and other organic creatures,
are not liberally loving
and conservationally loyal
and appropriately lusty
all the time,
unlike trauma-free dogs
and healthy MotherTrees
thriving in wealthy
EarthTribal forests.
EarthCare Elders
repurposed our red brick industrial
BrownField
Including a rusted metal box
the size and shape of a giant's coffin
orange and dingy brown
metal flaking paradox
floating toward sacred ground
along river's sweeping fed up bed.
Here lived a racoon mother
as had her Elder EarthMother
before her,
members of an indigenous EarthTribe
with river wisdom
long before our anthro-privileged
patriarchal/matriarchal political
and capital economic divisive time,
perhaps more cooperatively sublime.
Because of Mother Racoon's prior claim,
our Elders could not remove this blatant blight
from commercial waterfront views
when they salvaged the metal roof
beneath it
to install solar panels
and repurposed metal blades
for wind turbines
Facing south
toward Long Island's soundless waves
and marshy breezes,
rapture to our downstream raptors.
So, instead of decapitating
this rusted tomb for racoon's rest
Her bedroom was brushed,
redressed high up
above our healing river
and painted fiery red
with a black raptor's feathered eye
guarding furious west
across autumn's sky
Relentlessly watching
our rivered valley
as trees burn orange
rich crimson
mellow yellow.
Our sacred river eye
of gratitude for River Gaia's flowing
watch back through transportive time.
She brought us rich soil,
luscious drinking water from the North,
seeds of grass,
raspberry and blackberry vines,
mountain laurel,
blueberry and cranberry bushes,
maple and oak and chestnut
and evergreens,
Edibles and ornamentals,
mushrooms and nuts,
berries and squash
and melons,
herbs and strawberries,
squirrels and frogs and bears,
cats and wolves,
bats and eagles
flowing and following upstream sometimes
collaboratively unaware
But, mostly down deep under,
sprouting magical thunder
awe and sacred wonder
All this
before our Raptor's Eye
for those who see
what others hear
of EarthTribe's mystery.
Rita Rudner said, “I don't plan to age gracefully
Just have face-lifts till my ears meet, collaboratively”
That made me cackle
Things started to waggle
Was seen sucking on a sucker occasionally