Best Invests Poems
Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms
And where was the light of truth and spirit?
Racing hot, chariots wheels in fires.
The Light sublime, flees when one but nears it
its glowing path vanished as it retires.
Across earthen sky and mystical realms
gold eagle flies into kingdoms not born.
Such breath of awe, rebels and overwhelms
the soul that finds its deep solitude torn.
Did Greek Gods dare warn of man's futile quests
with deceptive hearts, minds loaded with greed
If in a pure giving heart one invests,
comes forth the fruits of a heavenly seed.
Fruits of paradise, grow in thoughts sublime
man's quest should be more than seeking more time.
R. J. Lindley,
Dec 11th, 1977
Note: Excuse me for rarely posting new poems. I find it so hard to write much with my mother in such a serious condition ....
Once I could easily write ten poems a day but now for weeks its a hard struggle to even write one..
Even my one a day poems for my darling wife have suffered lapses.
As has my commenting to all my friends and fellow poets here.
Special apology to my great friends the Duggans as my lapses are
not from laziness but from melancholy, a progressing forgetfulness(ALZ) and blues.
edgar allen poe: he died on my birthday, but before i was born and before the beginning of the civil war. he might have enjoyed the pale horse of that day, as he endured the hellish bells, bells, bells & belted the raven’s forevermore.
sylvia plath: loved to take blood baths, hated tulips, and was born twenty days after my birthday, many years before. i was introduced to her bell jar in my high school years.
james mercer langston hughes: he invests in the euphrates, congo, nile, mississippi (m - i- double “s” - i - double “s” - i - double “p” - i) rivers, where his soul has grown deep.
robert lindley: the soup’s own dark poet, emotions worn on his sleeve,
he watches the waters flow from the riverbank & returns from ashes and dust
darkness falls and delivers
7/21/2022
How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.
On the shore of credulity
The froth shed detritus and sea salt
Carving a path into level sand
Slicing the weft out of silk
By cutting across the fabric kernel
The waves were sealed on the scanty shore
The furor was in harmony with the dust
Pearl-like seaweed and scrubber.
Moonlight over the Sea at Dawn
It is ideal and so spectacularly tempting
The churning water bred white foam
I am enthusiastic to have the plunge
The tendons, sinews, and guts were all wary
A season invests these twilight hours
Fetch the ache and gentleness
Misleading magnetism
My inner mermaid is hopeless
The moon was merely out of the embrace.
It related me to a no-blue world
Spume was kicked by white ponies
As they did in our fourth year of dreams
Cantering toward the welling of time
In the utter stiffness at the two ends
Do not feel dire about shedding tears
The spectrum of the dull light
We never noticed.
Written: October 29, 2022
A wife of noble character,
Is guerdon from the hand of God.
She works all day with eager hands,
Invests herself in every job.
She is not proud but full of love
And helps the hungry and the weak.
Her husband has full faith in her;
Of her, her children highly speak.
She speaks with wisdom, faith, and love,
And faithfulness receives reward
The gilt of beauty fades away,
But praised is she who fears the Lord.
Born into this world, my opinion never mattered
Had no voice yet today my tears flow like a stream
Born into hardship and poverty, its no fault of mine
No need to ask my pains... for the fast receding of my flesh showcasing my bones tells my story
Most times I feel its punishment for what I know not... but I look around and see thousands just like me
Without food nor water
Without clothes nor a place to call home
Without light in sight... I wonder if God exists
Holy books talking of His love for us and I wonder if i have been forsaken
If we have been condemned to hell on earth for reasons unknown
If we are being punished for breathing
Who is to blame; society or poverty
In a heartless society, a few of heart still exist
Not all take delight in the sufferings of others
Where as others choose to condemn, a few choose to redeem
Giving back hope and life to people rejected by all, they go the extra mile
A father to the orphan who society abandoned
A husband to the widow whose world came to a halt, still grieving, she was chased away
The only shoulder that old woman needed before being pushed to the wicked grips of camps supposed for witches
Genuinely on the course of humanity, he invests his sweat
An investment seeking smiles as profit
A believe in the betterment of life, an umbrella of love hope and care is spread
Society can never be perfect but none deserves its Cruelty
It doesn't take much to touch lives but only a few do
Cheers to the few
Having gone days without food, I know what it means to have a saviour.
Indeed you are a man of the people
A king for all and heart for good
It warms our heart to know;
despite being an orphan
despite living in poverty
despite being widowed and the pains of accusations
Our lives still means something
Giving us hope and a reason to live, we say THANK YOU
Thank You for not making vulnerable a curse
Naa Tia Foundation Without doubt is the reason behind my smiles and shot at life
We are each a spring of therapeutic kindness
and pathological unkindness
emerging from and toward a rising river of time,
flowing down deep through universal oceanic absorption,
ebbing back upriver's EarthBound regeneration
back through time
leaping to confluently touch healthy integrity
if only for a timeless golden moment
Rapturous waterfall of time's compassion
sweeping back and forth
across Earth's ecoconscious eyes,
radiantly elational
swirling smiling joy
in love enjoying OtherPresence
CoPresent.
Kind and unkind communications
among collegial parasitic ecotherapists
often unequal in power over potential futures,
produce both generosity and stinginess of empathy
Which responses ego-consciousness invites
as appropriately proportional
are transactions between mutual time-flow mentors
of gratitude and unforegiveness.
River's Way,
paying love surging forward
and fear ebbing backward,
co-invests our human natured
Business as Fluidly Usual
Water's EarthConscious Way
always prefers co-gravitating
polycultural therapy,
rather than swamps of decay
seeping monoculture's stinky toxins,
ebbing lack of flowing love
as healthy nature's
effulgent spirit spring.
For Mothers
The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear
warms her nest as she's always there.
Even when in distant search for a meal
her protective covering; she ensures they wear
so as to be absolute; she's always near.
Her compassion; she invests in me
with each and every tear
which has an unbelievable healing power
resurrecting me and making my problems mere.
Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear
unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year
and even though considered the most fragile and delicate
the weight she carries, no one can bear.
I'm tossed all around from rock to humous
and trapped in the abyss of termination
as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear
with no hope, I curse and swear
ready to face the worse,
with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear,
but guess what! My Mama appears.
She's a priceless godess not renowned
nuturing me to be the best in town
her protective arms; my invaluable crown.
Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown
and embarrassing her like an annoying clown
she's still ready to lay her life down
making me sail through in safety
in the expense of her drown.
I was in a zoo when I got these words,
There was happiness and smile on every face,
There were animals, plants, ponds, and birds,
The cheerful delight was coming as they were base,
But they were telling me they are caged,
They give delight but they only have despair,
And we as animals are in only clicking photos engaged,
They were telling we don't have food, water nor fresh air,
We are totally disturbed by your interfere,
You have smile but we can't even cry,
Nor we can show our pain, to us joy never appear,
A ticket for our show invests in our cruelty, so please don't buy,
It's so sad we can't hear nor bear their ballad,
I wonder how can we trap them, we are not God.
COPLA 109 RESOLUTION : This Bad Guy World
What drives the Bad Guy is avarice
And the cruelty he invests this vice :
More never less
He’d get under your skin to suck your kiss
He’d make out as if he were trampled mice :
Suck World bloodless
He’s deaf to bird-song blind to squirrel romp
The World’s for him a tree to plunder :
Sap fruit flower
He’d wipe you off the slate of Elysian pomp
If you dared tell him what’s his blunder :
Love of power
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
~~Does my twenty five thousands worthless paper bills,
~~~express twenty five thousand ways of charity,
~~~~doth my eye have evil’s way of lustful thrills,
~~~~~or an evil way that makes for vulgarity…
~~~~~My gift of twenty five thousand I now hold in hand,
~~~~halted between two opinions in evil concepts of mind,
~~~now will my heart of gold aptly unfold to the poor man,
~~or shall serpent reveal illusion's affine…(relative)
~~I contemplate, my soul the heart’s mate begins relate,
~~~serpent mind perplexed as moral of core love vortex,
~~~~releases love’s potion, mercy of will, love’s first mate.
~~~~~Heaven smiles rich uncle’s approval not abate…
~~~~~Uncle’s mission at St Peter’s request, reinvest,
~~~~worthless paper bills, through pure heart his soul reborn.
~~~Uncle’s choice, successful rejoice in nephew invests,
~~his soul is thus reborn, by works of nephew not scorn…
~~So rich man worldly sell that you have, give to the poor.
~~~Tis the moral of this story, you shan’t have glory,
~~~~worthless paper bills you must convert to heaven’s store,
~~~~~worthless paper turns to vapor, moral of story…
~~~~~Love, the truth verily, paper of the earth worldly.
~~~~Love is power, truth it’s kingdom, infinite Forth Knox,
~~~exchange your paper for heaven‘s true gold, verily,
~~Spirit’s stock exchange sets free soul out of the mind’s box...
~~Gift of worldly mother load, I exchanged and bestow,
~~~uncle’s request, converted to love best, gives me chills,
~~~~twenty five thousand bills, the cause of a soul to grow,
~~~~~I bequeath to all needy humans I meet of world’s ills!!!
For contest: I helped the Needy
For and in honor Carol Brown
Think of the last time…you made a mistake? Someone told you not to do it, yet you did it anyway. He still teaches…were just not listening. Remember, as you jumped from that plane? You thought you heard a voice say, “Don’t do it” As your shoot tore open just feet from the ground. He still teaches…were just not listening. That day you stole those clothes from the store, your mother once told you, “Don’t take what’s not yours.” He is still teaching…your just not listening. You spent all your money and the rent is past due, you know what they say, “A fool spends for the day, and the wise man then receives it and then invests it for the future.” When God sends people and silent whispers in the wind to teach you about life, receive his words and what he has been teaching…because God has not stop teaching. But we have stopped listening for Gods never changing words. He does still teach, you just need to learn to decipher his words.
God with love from heaven
created us a dream
and came to walk among us
to teach us how to swing
He made his birth a miracle
a virgin birth for man
angels told his loved one's
do not to be afraid
For God created Mary's child
there is no one to blame
he came to walk among us
and teach us how to love
He came to walk among us
and teach us how to save
he came to walk among us
and teach us how to care
he came to walk among us
a guide to better days
he told his young disciple's
I go towards my home
you must invest my money
and help my money grow
the parable I speak of
the parable of the talents
where Jesus said to others
I go towards my fathers home
you must invest and grow my home
I give to one five talents
expecting he makes more
expecting he invests it
and make's my money grow
expecting he'll invest it
and make it five times more
then once he's made his profit
his wisdom he will use
his job to stop the suffering
his job to help the poor
for everyone's a child of mine
a child needs my love
a child needs his family
to buy his food for lunch
the money that we give to God
the tithe a Christians lot
should then have been invested
creating earning more
the money if invested
would make the jobs for you
creating then the wealth we need
for Church and Christian two
creating then the jobs we need
for people in this world
he came to walk among us
and teach us how to rule.
imagine then the church my friend
investing all it earns
they would provide the jobs for us
and kick starvation out
instead they spent it on themselves
and need to tidy up their house
improve the lives of man and mouse
"Religious experience
is living in solidarity [and integrity] with God
[Earth's recreative universal (0)-sum Source].
Yet to maintain such solidarity [and integrity]
involves knowing how to [regeneratively co-a]rise,
how to cross an [polypathic deductive/inductive] abyss.
Vested [ego] interests are more numerous than locusts,
and of solidarity [integrity] of character
there is only a smattering.
Too much [ego-degenerative] devotion
is really too little.
It is grave self[ego]-deception
to assume that our [Earth-boundaried] destiny
is just to be human.
In order to be[come bicamerally balancing] human,
one must be[come holonically balancing] more than [ego] human.
A person [embodied ego] must never stand still
[monoculturally stagnant, stasis].
[S]He must always rise [multiculturally matriarch-patriarch mature],
[s]he must always climb [reiteratively spiral]."
[Struggle with cooperative healthy-wealth
of ego/eco balance,
yang/yin,
left/right,
form/function,
nature/spirit,
cause/effect,
nondual-WinWin-universe/co-arising-integrative-enthymematic regenerativity,
transubstantiating health/wealth,
polypathic thermodynamic (0) co-fractal gravitation,
octaves of double-binding
eco-resonant
fusing EnLightenment.]
As I was saying,
before so rudely interrupted by the biometric economics professor,
polypathic experience
invests integrity in and with Earth's Climate Health-Source.
I love to go strolling
Through the deep woods
And see all that nature unfolds
Hearing the sounds
And seeing the sights
Are marvelous just to behold
The sparrow reminds me
that God always sees
Each one that may fall from it's nest
And each little creature
Seen or unseen
God tenderly each day invests
The spider that intricately
Weaves out his web
And the robin who
Sings his sweet song
Are just among many
A spectacular thing
I witness as I walk along
In the beginning
When God made it all
He smiled when he heard nature sing
Now you and I can enjoy the created
And that is
The nature of all things
Cooperation is
about potential of relationship,
for equitable integration,
maybe even some healthy co-arising assimilation,
correlation
co-relations.
Cooperatism is about investing our healthy time
in ourSelves
and each and every EarthBound Other
Earth’s vast loving health potential,
evolving
revolving
dissolving
involving
divesting
investing
infesting
While Capitalism is also about wealth-investing our money,
commodities of sacred Earth's equivalent value,
net-working anthroprivileged resources
and ecosystemically synergetic assets,
Earth’s therapeutic regenerating AnthroMind/EarthBody balance,
political and economic cooperative
perennial revolution of healthy climates, of course,
but recovered
re-involved
re-connected
re-ligioned through polyculturing/multiculturing
resilient/resonant true-health EcoLogic
wherein Earth’s longing to repurpose
greets sublime AnthroErotic coital co-redemption.
Capitalism, divested of its Cooperatistic Political and Economic Evolution,
is a sad reminder
of AnthroSupremacist wealth v. poverty
over-industrially militarized
divestment from permacultural eros roots
Neurosensory win/win reiterative health
versus
win/lose 0-sum pathology
Capitalism, divested of Cooperative Models and Theorems of ReGenerative Developmental Creolization,
is a suffering suboptimizing reminder
of Capital's integral potential
when re-invested through natural/spiritual
EarthBody/AnthroMind
Cooperatism’s co-binary
vast health wealthy potential
politically resonant within
as economically resilient without.
Wealthy republican capitalism
healthy best re-invests
in healthy democratic Cooperatism
as light is drawn
toward Earth's revolutionary recircling.
Capital feeds agapic cooperatism
as wealthy AnthroMinds
erotically co-engage
healthy political
sacredly integral
EarthBodies.