Best Mutually Poems
“I, who am strong, must bear with you, who are weak.
I can mentor if it’s strength and wisdom you seek.”
“I, who am weak, must bear with you, who indeed
think highly of self and just some Scriptures heed.”
April 26, 2022
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My heart beating is alive hitherto
my lung breathing is hitherto
my eyes hitherto facing the queen
of myself thy love IS don . . .
— ( thank thou by blessing creator)
But, obviously in worth is degrees
of early befoul inquiry . . .
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
— by 75% nude
away, sneaking by of stylish whole
Across el break surrounds one, the hole.
over reacting is you practically
by imitation from my death
Essaying a big selfsame, from it mouth;
sponging out thee any indication
of never having snake me-back in your mind,
then, you had ever caressed me . . .
Darling! — in my record,
blessing you did it — in mine shut up
blessing you did it . . .
In wrangles ignored your imagination.
~ Ciro C Toledo ~
If to err is human
and forgive, divine;
There are many more humans
than divinity in
this world of mine.
Mutually Assured Destruction
Air-raid drills in the hallway,
air-raid shelters in the backyard,
neither would have worked.
If us and the Russians would have
gotten MAD at each other
the Cold War would have been toast.
In 1990 with détente,
no one would get MAD
or so we thought.
Perhaps the Russians will get MAD
at the Ukranians. The Ukraine gave
up its nukes, so perhaps AD instead.
Maybe the Iranians will now get the
bomb and be MAD at the Israelis. Or
maybe the Israelis get MAD first.
Perhaps India gets MAD at Pakistan, or
maybe they get MAD at each other.
So, they will be MAD together.
Perhaps we will all get MAD at
the same time. Oh well, no one
will be left.
MADDENING.
My love.
Your words, last ones,
echo in my head today:
“I think the difference is
you’ve made your peace with it.”
And then.
9 months later, in my dreams,
a different sentiment was
voiced from your lips:
“I feel there’s a little
piece of me inside you.”
But love,
peace and piece,
think and feel,
Why must they be mutually exclusive?
It seems we cannot have both.
I cannot find peace within my mind
if pieces of my heart
are still with you.
Neither do pieces of your thoughts
give my heart peace.
My heart is beating yet
my lung yet breathing
my eyes yet facing the queen
of myself thy love
— (Thou thank your creator . . . )
But, obviously in degrees
in other side
your wearing breasts in a practical nude
your truly wearing encounter-leg
by 75% nude
sneak of a stylish whole
Over a break surround the hole.
Over reacting is you practically
in imitation, from my death
by had said
it without a giving of indication
of snaking-back in your mind
you had ever caressed me
May be-yes!
In ignore tab imagination.
Mutually traumatic relationships,
like co-arising declarations of war,
codependent not listening aggression,
co-nonempathic hatred,
rabidly competitive systems,
nationalistic sociopathology,
pervasively dissociative mental illness,
deliberate maladministration
for growing degenerative subclimates
of mutually assured destruction,
Take us nowhere
toward understanding
why Earth
is otherwise a life evolving
revolving
spiraling space/time planet,
Much less a therapeutic direction
to resolve why
universal positive energy
is sometimes win/win healing co-relational
recreating co-incidental regenerative events
growing resonance
and resilient holistic interdependent systems
rather than ZeroZone nothing,
Why mutually assured listening
develops win/win resiliently healthy relationships
predicting NonZero Zone regenerational evolution
of complex interdependent systems
and co-relational networks
of positive correlational energy webs
Revolving
regenerating
spiraling into resonant health care integrity
and potential for wealthy
robust communication,
mutual deep learning,
wide multicultural compassion.
Win/Lose competitions are what lie in-between
Win/Win health and Lose/Lose pathology,
between regenerative and degenerative
waiting for our further cooperative investments
in mutual bicameral intelligence,
ego/eco-bilateral
binomial relationships,
Dipolar co-arising Both/And feelings
and bipolar differentiating Either/Or cognitions,
mutually assured resonance
more than antagonistic dissonance,
war,
violence,
anthro-supremacist continuance
of self/other punishing violence
against EarthClimate wealthy health.
A box on the guardroom table
Near the door, just by the wall
An innocent looking box
Metallic, grey, and small:
A knob or switch on the front,
Memory at times let’s me down
Meant that little gizmo really was
The most important thing in town.
Sent back to Corps Depot though
Nobody then admitted knowing why
I enjoyed the period of lazy ease as
Days then weeks flowed gently by.
Until somebody had this idea,
One of typical military flare and style
And thus I took command of the ,
Guardroom and Police for a while.
Thus the box on the table,
Seemingly innocently asleep,
But at a certain time every morning
I had to check to its steady bleep.
Slow and consistent would signal
Just a normal summers day
Fast and high pitched would mean
Nuclear missiles on their way.
A facile exercise really
Because all It just meant
My last four minutes of life
Were about to be spent,
Not in anything pleasant like
Making love or having a drink
Just four minutes left
To reflect, to sit and think..
They called it Early Warning
in my opinion far too late
Just four short minutes to
Sit and wait inevitable fate.
Mutual Assured Destruction
Would release the nuclear hell
That the prevailing wisdom said
Ensured they’d be dead as well.
In the end I didn’t bother
To run that little daily test.
To help maintain my sanity
I thought it for the best.
And not long after that
Common sense prevailed
My time as guard commander
Being very abruptly curtailed.
Thus for a little while each day
With that button under hand
I became one of that elite of
The most informed in the land
As my little box’s bleep told me
For now the world was still Ok.
Mutually Assured Destruction
Not yet winging on its way.