Best Commodified Poems
Kudos to Eagles for their wonderful pastiche that renders a polyphonic message to all,
Ranging from LaVey's Church (of Satan) through marijuana to clandestine corporate world,
Which – to think of it in retrospect – forced a war for oil with an add-on motive of double profit,
Seeing that the warheads used were American makes all!
The lyricists employed a contemporary idiom, echoing Blake, Browning, Eliot, et al
And composed, for subliminal appeal, a haunting melody plus a distractor-solo,
So that the lilt would easily sink into the subconscious, for the message(s) to follow:
Thus this pastiche serves a purpose, which a parable or parody possibly cannot.
To deconstruct, a lyric meant to deconstruct commodification
Came to be commodified—ironically!
— Ram, R. V.
Winner (III place) of the Iconic Song contest, sponsored by SO, September 4, 2017.
Categories:
commodified, corruption, culture, drug,
Form:
Lyric
Time for New Campaign Year ReSolutions,
perhaps informed with some new political economy
discernment questions.
Why is a free market
most accessible to those with the largest investments
in marketing?
Could this be the same question:
Why are our free political elections
most accessible to those who invest most heavily
in self-partisanship?
Why does suppression or oppression or repression,
some kind of taxing expression,
of the free cooperative-barter labor market
feel related to the rapidly increasing disecological cost
to Earth's formerly free commodities,
elements,
communionation,
co-arising intelligence,
ecosystemic integrity,
and possibly some cooperative research
hunting and gathering nutrients,
while avoiding toxicity?
Why does it cost so much
to competitively market the economic policies and political procedures
intended to evolve healthy cooperative free markets?
Why does freedom from fearful need for
--debt forgiveness
--redemption
--absolution
--ever more effectively voiced competition
to avoid untimely divestment
feel so much like freedom to give
mutually cooperative compassion
--for being merely human,
--for not being humane enough for our own SuperMonoTheistic
Awareness,
--for not being unnaturally spiritual enough
for our EgoCenters to entirely forget
our ubiquitously shared neurosystemic
empowering political
and enlightened economic
RNA regenerative roots?
Why do I feel
and not think
free of participating in competing
racist
sexist
homophobic
eco-political networks,
structures,
systemic trauma
When I buy groceries and clothes,
every time I support an
--overly anthro-indulgent,
--over-commodified
--overly toxic
--overly carbon-footprinted
--overly LeftBrain dominant
corporation
Including political party corporations
competing for market shares in votes,
and how do I feel free to support overly incorporated candidates
for overly-commodified public offices?
Why does an independent multiculturist
sound like an oxymoron?
while a cooperative polyculturing network
sounds like deep nurturing
nutritionally healthy
resonance?
Categories:
commodified, culture, destiny, earth, environment,
Form:
Political Verse
When cold hearted ego insists and persists
with consistent deductive reason
and empirical truths of self-judgement
EcoEarth's warm breath invites
inductively resonant
personal empowering and economic enlightened
experiential truth
of ego/eco-passionate coinvestment.
Most of us Left-brain dominant
overly competitive,
especially with our truer deeper selves,
for not sharing/transacting/communicating/gifting
healthy relationship priorities,
shamelessly commodified
humorously self-domesticated
folks
would feel healthier
and probably wisdom wealthier
to water our Right brain flowers
wilt our Left-brain competitive
overly-climaxed dominant
monoculturing weedpatch.
Try on some different colors
and dialects
and cultures
and paradigms
and shoes
and win/win role plays
and empathetic eyes.
Really,
what could you possibly lose
that you really want,
but don't need?
What might we all gain
if you loosened up that monotheistic deducing-reducing
win/lose competing divine brain v human braun
to catch a more polyculturally beloved inductive
win/win cooperative mind/body train?
What cold hearted ego insists and persists
for colonizing the world
eco's warm-hearth breath invites
for creolizing sacred EarthTribes.
Categories:
commodified, happy, health, heart, political,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Deifying a great teacher
is also a great way to make some money,
to establish a new commercial market
selling redemption from fear and ultimate failure.
I find Jesus of Nazareth's gospel message richly nutritious
compelling and resonant
when I have full co-empathic faith
that he taught a Way for all individual humans,
and historical-cultural tribes,
to consciously comprehend Earth-natured life
as Sun-spirited love
co-arising crown/rooted hybrid compost
for eternal health and safety
of EarthTribe's co-creation,
Trees of PolyNomial Life as Not-Not Paradoxical Death
reversing Life as Time-DeGeneration.
This view, however, is a profoundly inclusive version
of our co-operative Golden Rule,
and its DoubleReverse Corollary,
"Be not as you would not have others
co-arisingly become, intend, and operate
against you."
While this is deeply rich wisdom
about our divinely humane opportunity and risk,
this wisdom can only optimize with neurodiverse inclusive intention
and will to co-evolve our own-with-Others'
win/win redemption
within each sacred EarthTribe
panentheistic moment of love life
as full-elational
co-empathic health.
Wealthy development of co-empathic love
grows cooperative inclusive political economics
of discernment and choice-making,
planning and development,
which cannot work effectively,
with optimal resonance and resilience,
within an overly commodified,
deductively divided,
anthroprivileged monotheistic market,
driven by bottom line fear of inhumane death
as loss of timeless EarthTribe now,
rather than loving a healthy rebirthing
neurosystemically functional
reverse-embryonic process
back into deep co-elational TransParent nest
from which Sun enlightenment
and Earth empowerment
co-empathically emerged
convex monotheistic light
and concave panentheistic dark.
Jesus as God.
Perhaps only possible
when HolySpirit
is panentheistically co-present
at hand,
now as always,
cooperating our slow-growth political power relationships
as co-arising economic transactions
of pleasure health
for Beloved Bodhisattva compassion wealth.
Wealth of Eartheistic
0-soul neuro-receptors
health caring
EarthTribal wealthy
and sacred humanity.
Categories:
commodified, christian, creation, god, health,
Form:
Political Verse
I remember all my houses.
I relive all my homes.
I conjure, cottage conscious,
my dreamscape flickering poems.
I easily abide the dream doctrine.
I rub grainy textures,
the memory of my earliest cabin.
I summon my first adventures.
I begin impetuous, scribbling every wall.
I explore sensation with little heed.
My dwelling becomes a stew of scrawl.
My touching tapping tests often bleed.
Later, I occupy the Winchester Mansion.
Edifice under construction, I feel safe here
until I find my wraiths doing the expansion.
Their treacherous handiwork stokes my fear.
My being so unsettled, so unstable, I must flee.
Adrift on the River Styx, I espy a twinkling domain.
“Love Ranch” reads the neon sign beckoning me.
Will this love sate a soul? Is it sacred or profane?
Carnal candy in dank chambers feeds a moment.
These hetaeras thrill me at the prompt of an algorithm.
Not at fault, their commodified love can’t end my torment.
My swirling turmoil phantoms take over this asylum.
Deep somnambulism now carries me to the house of mirrors.
Here, I behold my container, my proprium from every angle.
Curved and twisted glass reflects my contorted terrors.
While smooth, flat surfaces repeat my animus anima tangle.
After all these trials, I accept my multiform essence.
Accumulated psychic scrap, I reimage it in every dream.
This doctrine reveals we are never a single presence.
We impart mental habitats, our revised collections in an
endless stream.
Categories:
commodified, dream, extended metaphor, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Climate change
is to unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
is to universal resonance.
Voting for Trumpian terrors
as a vote for change
to drain Washington's swamp
is one of the confusions of our ecopolitical lexicon,
allowing a pathological climate against healthy change
when we need a healthy climate for stabilizing
swamps in their best ecosystemic places
and capital city re-investments
in our diverse creolizing ecopolitical spaces.
Climate therapies urgently needed
for stabilizing creolic chaotic swamps
in their better and healthier locations,
presumably no longer to include Washington
or Moscow,
are therapies of 0-core bicameral mindfulness
and internal/external co-arising peace.
Budgeting and planning to invest
in more and ever more military offensive change
is not a healthy wealth of defensive strategy.
Calling military offense our strongest defense
does not make a terrorizing offensiveness
more politically or economically palatable climate choice.
Militaristic
nationalistic offensiveness
is to change our swampy climate of jingoistic cheap patriotism
by growing it into a fear-mongering Colossus,
not draining us out and in past Lady Liberty's beacon Promise.
Our commercial and commodified Trumpian cities
have sold us
what they have told us
we must industriously want to ecopolitically buy.
But, that does not change
universal and unitarian truths,
distinctions between climate health
and ecopolitical landscapes of pathology.
Selling climate change denial and ever more military offense
further accelerates our global climate of now critical illness,
which is unjustly the opposite
of climate therapy
beginning within each and every
0-sum WinWin polypathic heart
and nondual mindbody
co-arising internal
toward external
ego-peace informing eco-justice.
Climates change
therapeutic unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
scares the patriarchal pants off
naked universal-matriarchal resonance.
Categories:
commodified, change, culture, education, gender,
Form:
Political Verse
One year ago
our hearts and minds
were socially
and politically
and economically divided
about universal health care
as a restorative prerequisite
to growing unitarian wealth
of EarthJustice
through multicultural compassion.
Today
regardless of where we may find
identify
celebrate our active hope
for growing a resilient polycultural community
We feel no clear post-viral divide
between health care
and EarthTribe's social solidarity,
No great non-transitional
separation of secular caste
of sacred calling
between social solidarity
and indigenous integrity
of interdependent
naturalANDspiritual
body and mind healthcare;
No vast dualistic shadow
between First Egalitarian HealthPrinciples
and Seventh Interdependent WealthSystems.
Health care,
like social caring,
like politically empowering compassion,
like economically enlightened co-investment,
can never again return
to a pre-global pandemic view
of healthy democratic energy
as a strictly private
commodified
anthroprivileged self-investment
by win/lose might of fight
makes dominating right
singularly bright.
Whole Open EarthClimate Care
Ego/Eco conjoining Systems
predict healthy resilient babies
and a renewing win/win
bicamerally empowering
enlightening pregnant health is wealth species
Restored from a starving
isolating angry
and fearfully monoculturing
disregard for polyculturing
health wealthy
GreatGreen Transitioning EarthMother
PostPandemically restorying
Her ravenous
and cancerously conflicted womb
of sensory
experiential
passionately universal
unitarian healthcare wisdom.
Categories:
commodified, earth day, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Wordsmithing and living
are like communicating and loving
through a camera lens
when you could just lay down your language-camera,
to step into face-to-face space,
rather than stepping aside from present co-arising,
co-relational empathic moments of opportunity
and co-gravitating issues,
to choose instead to speak
sing
dance ex-cathedra
In what is an increasingly accessible
rhetorical climate moment,
but decreasingly LeftBrain reading
writing
rithmatic tic tic
emptying-out
echo-palace for noble and graceful
and unpaid poets
Our sageconomist gods
and musecologist goddesses
with their anthroprivileged sacred meanings
and mundane busyness purposes,
to chat amongst our win/win selves.
Only nature photographers
and soulful philosophers
take muses seriously
as performance artists;
not just under-commodified
and over-domesticated
giants of useless
unentitled industry.
Sacred ecology smithing
and synergetic economizing
are co-nutritional communication and deep life-loving
through bicamerally reiterative lenses
of Left Interior Ego Landscape
ecohosted by Elder Right Exterior MusEcology Landscape,
therapy for regenerative planning and development.
In EarthParadise
poets rule Interior Ego Reigns
while permacultural ecotherapists co-evolve governance
of Exterior CoOperative EcoClimates,
politically egalitarian
as economically co-op driven,
ecosystemic space/time synergy
here/now win/win balancing
confluently elational body/mind
neurosystemic energy;
learning to speak in mindful face to face
paced time '
and algae-surfing seaside rhythms.
Writing without experience,
outside experience,
beyond and abstracted from context contenting experience,
already takes God's active-verbal name
in panentheistic vain
pursuits of beautifully affordable correctness,
omitting primal wild
dipolar dialectic revolutions,
complex fractal-spiral regenerative icons,
metasystems of time's unfolding reformation
with fertile refolding eco-function,
flowing back to Golden Elixir,
Rule,
reproportioning Ego/Eco-Balance
face to face
Here in Now
like flowing river water identities
in salt surfing seasons
Of Earth empowering deep ego energy
in synergetic Sun's wide
wild museco enlightenment.
Categories:
commodified, earth, humanity, language, nature,
Form:
Political Verse
i miss the softness of her touch
cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh
collapse
i miss kindness of time before the crash
economy in relative peace
living off fumes of postwar boom
before post-traumatic stress of recession-plagued world
robbed me of ability to fulfill my dreams
and fully reveal my inner self
thanks to din of private property
and rumble of greed
world is psychotic, denial laden
- where love can be a marketplace
humans commodified to the extreme -
i yearn for a world
where people can be people
judged on the merits of their person
not their circumstance
for in such a world
there would be no need to worry
for inherent goodness in every human being
is a guarantee
someday that world will be realized
this i know for sure
this poem a dedication
and an affirmation
of that truth.
Categories:
commodified, life, loss, love, political,
Form:
Free verse
We are complexions of being,
gradations of actualization.
Our nature coming to be or passing away,
Aristotle wrote.
Mere complexions of being,
gradations of ontology.
In every American thing we claim to know,
Pigment is the currency,
Our petty underlying divisor,
Our pixelated property.
The color line preserves white privilege.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of realization.
From The Age of Enlightenment
followed the epoch of enslavement,
Our white patriots traded in commodified skins,
Learning how an emboldened empire wins,
Learning how merchants on the take use race.
So their destiny was manifest,
Genocide was their bequest.
In their path, all traces of different races
Necessarily disappeared,
The indigenous people they feared.
Hunted, murdered, and jeered,
White entitlement forgot them all and moved on.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of sentience.
Quickly unraveling before breakfast,
Whites come alive, staggering like air dancers,
Inflated gas bags thrashing, and lurching,
At their dealerships, certain something sensational
Is happening somewhere.
The reasons never explicated,
The false complexion dichotomies
will never transfer power.
Until there is no white or black,
Until we are gradations of one,
Until we see our shades of immanence.
Published: Dissident Voice, October 2, 2022
Categories:
commodified, america, irony, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Didactic
A depersonalized holocaust slowly proceeds
Under convertible assuaged currency
Separate disparate lives, anonymous dredging
Tear against the land, air, and crawling
Human hands finalized the creed
Scourging banks to let the biosphere bleed
Recognizing no natural dignity
Expect that converted into commodified property
Distraction allows us to peel away
Taking the mind narrower still
And filling the void with caramelized exchanges
Simply look away
The slave servitude continues
Categories:
commodified, beauty, death,
Form:
Free verse
profit of lost souls
In the profit of lost souls
A twenty first century global order
where paper trails all but disappear
and trade moves at light speed through
Complex numbers and feedback loops of uncertainty
in a blink of an eye companies can die
and where nothing seems real at all
Fresh out of college with their MBA’s
young mathematicians
quantify risks in calculus of the mind
of binary systems of information
hedging and shifting derivatives of
machine driven numbers made mad
Of exploiters predators and prey
of slipping shads and profits in disguise
shock doctrines of deceptions and decay
Through the lucid shadows of terminology
at their device conditioned minds do their bid
market schemes of house of cards
in halls of mirrors and disguise
where transparency there is none
Where interests bleed the wire bare
leaving children with sunken stares
in the aristocracy of our times
when king midis plays Nero’s fiddle
to the burning flames of creative destruction
Metaphors of lust where hungry ghosts turn to dust
short term gains with blinders on the bottom line
cement forests over and destroy our earthly seeds
to darken that which wasn’t dark
turning living clay into warm decay
In endless glut for licking lips
reside in boss tweeds barbarity of austerity
proclaiming ideas of progress with myths of
markets amidst the wounded fauns
To those nickel and dimed
left stranded condemned to prisons of grime
where whistle blowers don’t dare and corruption
lies bare commodified amidst the pillars of plutocracies
with greasy palms and open pockets
Supply sided for the wealth of nations
where Keynesian's are all but dead
amidst the profit of lost souls
Categories:
commodified, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
No two songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
they would be one sung song.
No two stories
unfold precisely uniform.
For if they did
they would become one united uniformity.
Yet no two songs,
no two stories
remain entirely alien toward each other
or they would not be recognized
appreciated as narrative at all.
Possibly even compassioned together by anyone
as compromising songs, well and badly sung,
within stories, well and badly lived.
Passions sung and retold
by any witness,
sometimes deaf and blind
and best times more acute,
astute.
Songs are sung in mythic octaves
as stories unfold in fractal seasons
of noticing Winter's advent of potential,
through Spring's co-arising becoming,
Summer's mature diastasis,
healthier
as more resonant
in polyculturing ways and means.
Summer's pathology
grows fading dissonance
with monoculturing parasitic intent
in Autumn's harvest of discontent.
Earth restoring storied songs
bring LeftWing virgin birth to forests
for hunting and gathering EarthTribe nurturance,
ionizing
and lionizing
harmonizing
ergodic rhythmed
and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic
and radiant ecstaticizing
co-gravitizing
creolizing native First through Last
Shall Be First
interdependent stated nations
and tribal relations
and four seasoned octave
correlations,
double-bound elations.
On Her more RightWing side,
This commodified ball of rock and dirt
and fouled water
and polluted air
and Hell's anthropogentric punishing fires
to be aimed at
against
each other
is what's rightfully,
if somewhat too ballistically, left emptily
raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked
industriously enslaved
depressing baring
suppressing breeding
and repressing beating
and, eventually,
butchering the filthy *****,
formerly known
through well-sung stories
as Sacred Mother Earth.
No two EarthTribe songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
we would become
one too predictably sung song.
Categories:
commodified, depression, earth, humor, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
Educational Competitions:
"You/We are not motivated to learn
how to take care of yourself/ourselves."
And,
We are, together, motivated to learn
how to give and receive
personal and social,
political and economic,
theological and ecological health care,
universally intended,
unitarian motivated and discerned.
Competition for resources:
"We can't change because we are too poor,
have too little health to thrive,
too few nutritional, nurturing resources."
And,
Together, with explicit therapeutic intent,
we are change,
we are healthy resources
sufficient for this day,
healing co-processors for this
and each experienced co-operating
co-arising moment.
Universally commodified competition:
"One size fits all, no exceptions."
And,
Our cooperative health intent and size
flexes to fit our potential therapeutic scale
of authoritative just operations
today,
universally right now.
Competition for power/authority:
"Our aggressive legalistic
and capital-commodified system
is too big to fail,
or even change directions."
And,
Our eco/theo-logical systems
are just ripe enough opportunity
for WinWin co-operative
healthy
co-passionate
empowering networks
evolving polypathic paradigms
to never stop regeneratively changing,
evolving,
pre-volving,
un-volving,
revolving co-passion,
co-arising gravitation.
Competition for health, resilience, resonance:
"Neglect of health care can't be fixed."
And,
Health care can become unfixed and holistic
but best when co-operatively engaged,
discovered through receiving optimal authoritative co-investment
in responsible
proper
proportional
authentic
transparent
vulnerable
therapeutic
polypathic
polyphonic
polynomial optimally wealthy climate care,
Internal and external,
yin flow with yang strength,
matriarchal with patriarchal,
compassionately resonant discernment
with co-operative resilient discipline.
Wealthy unitarian ways
toward healthy universal means.
Categories:
commodified, caregiving, change, community, creation,
Form:
Free verse
To see ecstatic Earth
is to no longer see our home
as merely static,
framed,
quantified,
commodified
Yet,
To see all physical nature as dynamically changing,
ecstatically or more BusinessAsUsual,
is not necessarily to suddenly discover stones
are animistically organic
and ego-conscious.
To find a surrounding universe
or intimate home
ionically balancing,
ergodic repeat patterned,
fractally holonic,
octave tuned and turning,
need not require concluding all things are harmonically alive,
dynamically divine,
polypathic and polyphonic integrity,
climates of eco-ecstasy.
Time between living organic regeneration
and static fossil degeneration
may be a blink
or as slow and steady as a failing tree
falling in Earth's reforesting nutritional landscape
without hungry humane eyes
for ego show and eco-telling
sacred liturgical dances
cooperative life
written in WinWin EarthTribe songs
sung with multiculturing dialects.
Whether change is predator
or prey,
subjectively overpowering
or self-empowering objective,
infective purposeful cause
or affectively meaningful effectiveness,
theologically omnipotent
or ecologically omnipresent,
depends on rational choices for ego-acquisition
and natural organism ways and means
for healthy cooperative requisitions.
When Earth's climate healthy optimization
feels like why economic predation
of angry quakes
and risky winds,
floods of despair
and flames of terror
Then organic universe
intensely invites our prey-erful ecstatic instincts
and our messianic natural spirited belonging
to restoring peace
like happy bird song,
Celebrating resonance of bulbous wombs,
redundant spring flowers,
root systems growing cautious climate re-animism,
curious cooperative nutrition landscapes
of mutual redesign,
courageous WinWin faith
for lost preyed upon regenerations
Sacred integrity's
Climate health revolution.
UnEarthly ecstasy,
Sacred revolutions.
Categories:
commodified, anger, beauty, health, history,
Form:
Political Verse