Best Exploited Poems
"The ways in which we apply these [polypathic-empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural empowerment and creolization]
over the next century
will be the greatest [health-wealth nondual] test
of our [r]evolutionary [and democratic WinWin]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic integrity.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
Leaders and CoOperative Followers as CoInvestors.
Until our Democratic National party
becomes a PolyCultural International Health Party.
Until our Republican Party
becomes a CoOperatively-Owned EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Place.
Until each educational school
becomes a permacultural paradise
for HealthWealth Mentoring,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes part of an EarthTown CoOperative Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
of and for EcoPolitical CoOperative Trust
of and for Earth's Peace as Ego/EcoJustice.
Until supremacist Plan and Type A
competing WinLose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with Plan and Type B
nurturing WinWin Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
conjoins again with Right inductive nutrition v toxin.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means EcoFeminist nurturance
through mutual cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until the post-millennial population of Republican women
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
Empty Vacuous Set
now singing more resonant harmonies
within Interdependent Matriarchal ElseWhere.
Li'l Angels, Child-aged old
Long time, lost out in the cold
Like clay were you shaped into a mold
Of What Not To Be, after you by Momma had been told
Now, for your safe return, We must be bold
Although, the rainbow's end lacks a pot of gold
On the idea that it's a loss, should We not be sold
Ordering the Authorities more areas patrolled
As if fate in Our hands is controlled
Wanting back What from Us had been stoled
Despite, it could cause Our heads to be swolled
But, for this should it be life without parole
The conviction made based on the Windows of the Soul
For it hurts MEMORY LANE being strolled
Repeatedly, taken on Our hearts a toll
Not having Our child, in arms to hold
Love as clouded .... creates emotional confusion
Love as doubted .... spins fear's illusion
Love as exploited .... aids evil's intrusion
Love as steadfast .... endures any emotion
Love as sincere .... befits heart intentions
Love as unselfish .... witnesses love cherished
Once upon a time ago
Lived a man named Vincent Van Gogh.
His style of painting vexed a few
With importunities anew:
His long broad strokes and use of light
Bright yellows, mauve were his delight
Blues and oranges caught the eye
Contrasting when placed side by side
For all the beauty he expressed
It left him poor and dispossessed.
Life seems to fault the advent man
It’s been that way since time began.
Deceased his work has now become
Treasures in Louvre museum.
Of late except the Hummer original war zone macho look.
Packard marque logo displayed a twentieth century flying lady piece.
Other brand images, hyped products lived with beautiful women
All to woo, the neo-rich the good and the ugly men; filthy rich:
Old Ladies now restrained, new generative order marched forward
Giant Rolls Royce phantom chose the sleek super woman model lines
BMW market sentiments configured cars with ladies; attracting men
Lady celebrities flirted with the automobile industry.
Today men have dream car encounters with lithe womanly beauty
Soft and silky riding in true aristocratic behavior,
Each curve or turn touched by his sizzling predefined instigation;
To suffers her enslavement with joy as she plays to his whims.
How I love a young replaceable mate exposing wild raw radiance
Never to question, disagree with my fascinating performance.
Exploited and Devoted
If you exploited,
To God should be devoted;
Ask for forgiveness.
Jim Horn
There is space, an orangey sort of large space,
That makes one wonder where his teeth had gone.
Stuck on the elm, pulled out by the dentist,
Swallowed by the hollow sun.
And on it a piece of ivory, sharp to points like a dream.
It cannot retrieve itself, for the sun would fall,
To pieces as it had come
The wild geese and gun barrel,
Down the slivers of the late autumn night-
How one carries the sun!
The little one needs its teeth,
But does the galaxy need it more?
The rat would gladly give its incisors to the
Woman who had yet to arrive, tripping over her misconduct,
Glass slippers Showered in poison dust,
A prince is of no matter here, for
Who deserves more than the sun?
E-ventually,
D-efeat
W-ill
I-nvite
N-ew
C-hallenges
A-round
S-o
I-t
P-lays
O-n
N-ext
G-ladiator
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Edwin Casipong)