Best Maturely Poems
Two decades plus something and counting
My life in this world is taking shape finally
The Twists and turns of the world I'm now understanding
And I'm beginning to treat life more maturely
Fast forward to the not so distant future
I see myself a married and established being
Instilling into my children a wonderful culture
And strapping them in my SUV so we can go sightseeing
All said and done, today happens to be my birthday
I've had so many good wishes from friends and acquaintances
Hoping i enjoy to the fullest this wonderful day
This day will certainly leave fond memories
BodyLove feels like muscular energy,
while MindLove emerges synergies,
mind affluent fertile feelings…
Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove health,
ideally
to grow maturing relational wealth also ecologically balanced
EgoAnthro ReGenerate Positive Psychology
HealthAsWealth EarthTribal MindBodies.
That is,
I feel like we can
and do, sometimes,
grow more athletic in our love capacities,
our cooperatively positive energy.
We can grow from loving just one little Ego
into loving ourselves within a quasi-functional family,
emerging more maturely into a kinda screwed up,
but benignly cooperative as originally intended, species
impatiently sometimes
too patiently other times
working through distinctions and tensions within
loving others as ourselves,
and loving and not loving some of our behaviors,
our communications,
our relationships and transactions with our kids,
our spouses but our colleagues too,
our neighbors as global residents do,
our fellow lovers exercising our cooperatively intended behaviors
of would-be perfect mind with body lovers.
I do believe we can train ourselves
and maybe even each other,
how and why to become healthier,
grow mindful,
merge more inclusive of our own,
and other’s negative behaviors,
“enemies” speaking our mutually imperfect tensions,
dissonances of misunderstanding,
misprioritizing capital-centric investments
over our cooperative (0)Riginal Intent.
This dissonance, though
suffering and loss,
anger and fear disruptions into our current love capacities,
expanding out toward a globally extending family
of regeneratively intended health-with-safety lives,
Where PowerFlexing monocultural bodies
are healthy organisms,
so are polycultural outcome stretching minds
wealthy socialisms
breathing and beating and dancing
toward global compassion
of one divinely nondual co-arising mindbody,
evolving our economic health
as politically cooperative YangYin
AgapeMind/ErosBody wealth.
A smile, a wave and goodbyes were exchanged
She said she would try to remember the good times
After the misery they had endured
He replied he would seek the silence of the night
It had been an amicable parting
They had loved each other deeply
He thought they were a good match
She felt in her heart this was the real thing
But as luck would have it
Up jumped the devil when they began living together
Their personalities clashed fiercely
Soon, they realized it would come to no good
She was intransigent in her views
And his ego could not stand her arrogance
Of course, his ego was no child that could be tamed
Nor his brusque manner tolerated
They said that if their union was made in heaven
It could very well have been forged in hell too
They didn’t yell too much at each other
But the animosity was there
It had reached the point of no return
After a short while they stopped touching
Separation was the only solution
A sweet apple turned sour, an expectation rancid
Love comes seldom
Hatreds become frequent
After a while, affection became difficult
Love needs affection not discord
It behooves the lovelorn to think maturely
Is there is compatibility, sincerity, honesty
and understanding of each others' feelings?
Are you ready to let it all die
in one giant scream of silence?
Love consists of many intrinsic small things
Like comprehending that obstinacy unnerves even the sacred,
Tolerance is next to saintliness
And true love is not so easy to achieve
Mike and his father went grocery shopping.
Mike, age 4, chooses a tuna meal fish can.
Since his hands were full as he was swapping.
Mike opts to put the tuna in his pocket as a man.
A while later, once Dad has paid for the goods.
While they depart the store, an alarm alludes.
Mike looks surprised and reaches for his wallet.
"The tuna fish!" "I forgot about this!" in my pocket.
The dad intends to pay for and buy the tuna fish.
But Mike, who is sincere, insists on fulfilling his wish.
Maturely, Mike declares, "I had it with me."
I'm sorry, Dad, but this is my responsibility.
Daddy bows down and gazes at his son in awe.
Startled at how fast his son is learning the law.
Mike grins at Dad and gives him a hug and kiss.
Don't you and Mom show me and my brother this?
Dad gives his son $3 for tuna fish promptly.
Mike hits the shop as a guard calls the cops calmly.
At check-out, I missed giving my dad the tuna fish.
I forgot it in my pocket while carrying a lot of my wishes.
The alarm then reminded me as we were leaving.
My apologies for taking it; I hope I'm not deceiving.
In no way did I intend for it to happen.
I'm back to pay for it; my trust isn't as misshapen.
The safety officer and cashier accept his excuse.
He was able to pay as there was no disabuse.
They tell him that real intent results in sincere action.
Boy, you stood up and appreciated the reaction.
Written: May 3rd, 2023
I have an internally repetitious desire,
need,
want,
to seek reassurance
Not so much about,
Am I the fairest/ugliest of Them all?
But, lately,
more maturely,
rationally,
calmly and yet curiously,
compassionately,
Am I healthy?
How am I healthy/unhealthy?
spiritually/mentally
naturally/physically
politically/personally
Meanwhile,
nonverbal rightbrain gut-felt instincts
follow a similar light toward healthy purpose,
but more intuitively systemic
than leftbrain verbal analysis.
If healthy consciousness,
then when,
where,
and why are we most safe
and least unsafe?
An appreciation/depreciation question
of healthy rational purpose,
or not
Logical, yes
but also,
more deeply ecological,
a felt personal theological curiosity quest
for safe compassionate meaning
in relationship to
and from
EarthTribal
drawn-to-the-light
progenitors
Our indigenously wise
felt fellow
hearty
hardy
hale anthro-familials,
co-passionate organic environmentals,
edibles
and ornamentals
Mountain forest transcendent spaces
and river valleyed mellow
intimate meadows,
neighboring animals,
hospitably animated delicious insects,
singing birds
and fat and happy
yet clearly athletic
beasts
Bisexual flowers
and bilateral branch and root
universal health
and unitarian safety enlivened systems
Bipartisan public health enlightening
and safety empowering servants
Bilateral co-passionate
personal and systemically political
co-intelligence
Binomially resonant
resilient
repetitive
Left-secular-health/Right-sacred-wealth
feelings
of why conjoining MeWe
needs ego/ecosystemically win/win
safe thrival
and endless curiosity
about win/lose survivalist
unsafe risks
compromises
monoculturing egocentric
anthro-divine win/win values
and win/lose misvalues
and lose/lose nthrosupremacist disvalues
Predicting how lefthemisphere thinks
autonomously notices
individually processes NonZero Zone
is never ego-apartheid healthy
and always win/lose compromised,
potentially lose/lose traumatized
for lack of abundantly democratic compassion
autocratically virulent;
not more democratically vital
than narcissistic LeftBrain
anthrosupremacist
StraightWhiteCapitalistMale
rabidity.
Our relationship is on shaky ground
We don't kiss each other like before
We don't say hello and goodbye anymore
We give each other the runaround
For the grace of God
We need to sit down to talk things over
We need the help of the Lord
Countless serious promises were made
That we must keep, cherish and honor
We must always sleep in the same bed
Until the end of time, until eternity
We must behave and act maturely
We must discuss everything thoroughly
We must smile and be nice to each other
We must live in peace and in harmony
And our love and passion must last forever.
Copyright © January,2019 Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Donald John,
I'm troubled by how you describe
your detractors,
Those who stubbornly refuse to see you
as Earth's Messianic Protagonist
and Good WarMongering Business Guru.
For example?
Fake
Not quality
Coward
Elitist
Not Truly Elite
Poor
Traitor
Unclean
Unmanly
Jealous
Loser
Alien
Whiner
Cripple
Parasite
Not SuperElite
Need I go on?
No. Those sound familiar
as bullying words
used against me
when I was even younger
and not yet well-endowed.
Do you think,
now that you are the USA's
four to eight year CEO,
It might be safe
to turn these internal bullying voices off
by turning your non-violent communication skills on?
I wasn't aware
I have such skills
for WinWin
Both/And dipolar comparison and cooperation
rather than WinLose bicameral competitions.
Imagine RightBrain cooperatively-owned
sacred ecological real estate
but also secular WinWin Yang assertive integrity
organically fueled by matriarchal WiseElder
yin-nurturing
non-violent surprises
of post millennial womb rebirth
Heading toward 2020
multicultural non-violent communication norms
for economic and political BothLeft-AndRight
WinWin outcomes
Born of polycultural experience
polypathic memory
polyphonic harmony
polynomial revolutions
inviting us to change our competitive bullying voices
into cooperative capital-investing ZeroZone
pro-democracy choices
for
and of
and with
and by
and through EarthGreen Rights
Are not best said
with LeftBrain bullying redmeat word-choices
for those who respectfully
and maturely
and patriotically/matriotically
EarthRights disagree
that a multicultural healthy democracy
should ever be a weapon
for economic colonizing
bullying non-elites
Yet cooperatively agree
our greatest wealth
is found in vocational tools
for global ecological/theological creolization
of integrity's co-arising
PositivEnergy Democracy
Paradise Green/RedHearted
resurrecting ZeroSoul
HolySpirit-HolonicNature revolution
of true liberty's Great Creolizing Promise.
I'm often troubled by how I describe
my DonaldJohn detractors,
BananaHeads who stubbornly refuse to see me
as Earth's WinWin Protagonist
and Good GreenTherapeutic CoInvesting Guru.
I had gone to this spot to pray
on a mid-afternoon street in the city
so busy the cars rarely make time to drive
as they sit for hours and hours on end
where I got the vague sense of familiarity
commonly experienced cloud-watching
when you see a single cloud, all alone,
way way up in the endless sky you just know
is about to change forms from a beach-ball
to an elephant then into an elephant balancing
a beach-ball at the tip of its trunk
before the sun swallows the whole dang circus whole
right before a thunderstorm rolls in
to remind you that without a dang umbrella
- of potential spots you could have come to -
this particular spot is good a pick as any;
so I sat down on the spot and crossed my legs
like a proud Native American
(or disgusting American hippie, depending)
pulling a squished ham sandwich bleeding
mayo and mustard into its proper plastic body bag
from my back-hip pocket and in one bite
swallowed the whole dang thing whole just in time
for the 2:30pm metro bus to repay the favor
to my forehead, which does feel better, thanks, God,
but you’re an a-hole for even asking.
5/28
Our Left hemispheres repeatedly seek stable reassurance,
hopefully not so much about
Am I the fairest/ugliest
of ThemOthers all?
But more maturely
rationally
sedately
calmly
compassionately,
Am I sustainably healthy?
How am I healthy/unhealthy?
Eased/not diseased?
Meanwhile,
Right hemisphere follows a similar question
of healthy/unhealthy purpose,
but more intuitively systematic,
more about inter-relationship,
about felt content
and known embodied context.
If healthy
confluent consciousness,
then why
and when
are we physically
and mentally safe/unsafe?
A constantly repeated question
of healthy rational purpose,
or not,
But also,
more deeply,
more sacredly felt,
a quest for safe co-passionate meaning
in relationship to
and from
our progenitor gifts
Our indigenously wise
nature/spirit together felt fellow
hearty
hardy
hale anthro-familials,
Residents of spirit-natured
Yang mountain forests
and Yin river valleyed mellow meadows,
Animals,
animated insects,
birds and beasts,
bisexual flowers
and bilateral branch and root nutrition systems,
Bicameral hope
for bipartisan gifts
of bilaterally contextual
MeHealth and WeSafety intelligences
Binomially aware feelings
of why MeWe feels safer
on warm sunny days
and more unsafe
on cold dark nights
outside
Predicting
and appreciating how LeftBrain thinks
notices
processes
embodies
I am healthy
and unhealthy,
democratically green
renewably compassionate
and autocratically red
predatively virulent.
Florence they are honoring nightingales
Blazing an individual’s healthy trail
Having a firm grip on what is going on
When life unleashes an adversity bomb
And everyone needs to stay calm
Pressured not to fail
Problems needed to identify then nail
Telling disease you’re never getting out of jail
Being an assistant to the M Dee
Wall displays many lettered degrees
More school
To use sharp tools
For the purpose to maturely look inside
Body breathing taking things in stride
Watching over this serious situation
Nurses remain quiet and listen
Knowing the professional position
Letting the boss make the decision
During this lifelong mission
Where God gave them a knowledge and permission
After long studies
Hours never funny
Using modern tech
Designed to protect
Reading numbers
While a life crumbles
Never really giving an angry shout
Hearing what the patient talks about
Forgiveness is a rule
Even if the wrongful act was cruel
Like slipping around a party pool
Doing something like a fool
Respecting private information
Sensitively and directly facing
During a sickness invasion
Especially when moral issues are raising
Driving them crazy
Expecting to be amazing
Studying the injury
That created the misery
And distrust
Prescribing slowdown a must
A nurse is honest and fair
Removing the scare
Blind to anyone’s unfortunate dare
Where they have to examine the tear
That put them in hospital care
Then when the wounds heal
Finishing the Doctor Patient deal
Reflecting during the waiting
Computer website needs the grading
Due to good treatments
Stemming from higher academic achievements
Earned by the BSN
Registered to defend
All human
Facing ills
Using basic relationship skills
weep inside of time's futility
correctly abandoned my brilliant failure
slowly bleach the vines so further pure
reach the rivers outside the withered cure
bathe a thoughtless lies upon inked black
within the havoc-ed patterns the rotten fly
crown the ruby life so fooly sown
crimson confessions brightly bloom
the highest clouds bronzed with day glow eyes
plagues so splendid this haggard dire
relentless deceptive inflicting fires
all era's creations unknown to waters dine
volcanoes deep glisten this earth still grows
destiny it clings to the dreams that bear
drawing of the thinning of salt the screams so sincere
above the dust patiently wars seddle a midst colored skin
cancer and famine the governmental star faintly creeps
lands beneath the barren heaven already crawl
armies of new destruction begin the mother's fall
human dependent sway to wasteful ivy
all hands to all skies we frightly still
heavenly vision the angels depart for bliss
humanity quietly mistake towards sins
trial of tears the oceans tremble and jostle
the jaws intently widen and engulf most whole
Why should we maturely wait?
to death's scenes it creates
as the new Armageddon intimidate the limbs
the land the waters the air the skys turn mightly red so then we finally died
and mother earth..bastardized
Health brings freedom to live
intentionally
resplendently
maturely
resonantly
integrally
regeneratively
compassionately
resiliently
kindly.
Freedom is personal,
but also social,
political
but also economic,
ecological
but also theological.
Health requires freedom from addiction
to beliefs:
Some people are born to rule
and own Earth,
while others are born to be serfs
and slaves,
laborers
and frightened/angry addicts.
Some people are born
to be born again,
while others are born
to be unredeemed,
idol worshipers,
poor,
sinners.
Some straight males are born to be White
Evangelical Supremacists,
while others are born
to be Other.
Some people are born to extract
from healthy Earth
as they choose to expand personal
and corporate materialistic "wealth".
Others are born to be entertained by,
and sometimes envious of,
these violent stories
of capitalistic rape
and plunder.
Multicultural dreams of inclusive democracy,
expanding throughout all cooperative economic strata,
encompassing all politically engaged genders,
all nations and tribes,
all positive energy systems
to regenerate a global health network
of wealthy freedom
for all interdependent creatures
globally here below,
and those who fly,
and revolve,
and generate light
power
energy,
These are ancient
indigenous dreams
of non-addicted trust,
non-dualistic Truth,
polycultural free-trade outcomes
for EarthDwellers,
EarthPatriots
EarthLovers
EarthSabbath Worshipers.
Regardless of age
gender
race
left-brain dominant enculturation,
colonizing violent history,
capitalism's win/lose supremacist games,
energy's zero-sum secularizing theology,
degenerative ecological fears
and angry
unfree
fossil fuel addiction,
consumer-driven overpopulation,
lack of freedom to sleep safely,
to live healthy outside
in familial communion
with Original Sacred EcoFeminist Earth,
etc.
The Dali Lama,
born to sainthood?
a view I doubt he would support,
says his religion is kindness.
Perhaps his spirituality
resonantly respects EarthMother's kindness
and unkindness--
much easier to do outside
than inside a dimly addictive
unfree temple.
I know you less than yesterday and
for this reason, I must go;
For, I reminisce the closeness that
We no longer show.
Time has shown us no amends for
That feeling gown astray,
And we cannot keep on going
Pretending not to be that way.
We used to be friends, not just
Lovers in the night
Together, we’d laugh and play
Now, all we do is fight.
And, we mustn’t be imprisoned by
Shadows of love past
But maturely both admit
Our love just didn’t last.
We both shield our hearts, so
They’ll never hurt again
Let go instead of holding on and
Here again, we must pretend.
Maybe someday, We’ll learn to
Let our love shine through
But as for me, now’s not the time
Or maybe not with you.
We made plans while watching stars
Your words as sincere as a clown’s
All those dreams, lied, lay in the ground
Just run away from, from all you could have
I’m all you could have, it’s the truth
All those hours and days wasted on dreams
Dreams that I could see as reality
but Impatience is you
Oh no,
waiting for things maturely would not do
In retrospect maybe I should be glad,
I’m free from all the grief you brought,
All that grief you had, you’re so sad
Sad and pathetic
Bear a little burden and you always let it win
Always choosing a grimace instead of a grin
One brave senior girl with empathy walked out of class
With my sophomore daughter,
She had actually brought her
Home, in the middle of the
Day. My daughter was
Sobbing. The unknown senior girl was
Indignant, and angry, and ready to tell
Me how horrible the teacher was to my baby.
Apparently a teacher
Had lambasted my baby
In class, put her down, called
Her names. A teacher paid by
My tax dollars. I was infuriated.
As I heard my daughter sob-heaving,
I was even more furious. I had to send my
Husband to school eventually, as I was soon
To use some mighty angry highly mean words
On this “teacher”.
Being psychic, I knew the woman was
Lying the second she started speaking.
I detested her already, and for her to
Call to tell me “my side of the story”
Was to poke a sharp stick at a
Mama bear.
I jumped up and down on my bed like
A raging lunatic as the woman tried
To tell me her side of the story.
My daughter had quit sobbing, probably to listen.
I caught a glimpse of myself every other hop
As I reflected onto the mirror opposite my bed.
I looked like an angry elf, on speed.
And I felt like one too.
I ended up maturely hanging up on the
Teacher. My husband had to go to school
With our daughter. He reported upon his
Return that the teacher saw him and walked
Back out of the room.
“She probably thought you would tear
Her apart,” I told my husband. “You know how
You intimidate people,” telling myself that he
Would have been even more mean than I had been,
Knowing it was not possible.
This was over thirty years ago, and my daughter
Still bursts out laughing when she remembers
Her mother jumping up and down on the bed
Yelling mean angry things to her teacher.
Lesson learned? Not really.