Best Phylogenic Poems
First and last, Mom's embryonic parasite,
phylogenic tumor
with built in obsolescence.
Then, a moment between exodus from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
forested trees for GoodLife and of prior EvilDeath,
and then time to exhale again
one last self-regenerating timeless
fertile eternity,
regenerous nativity.
In between, ecopoliticians
hoping to improve our cooperative family improvisations
on a larger liturgical jazz-dance theme,
with occasional speaking while deep-listening parts
in EarthTribe's multiculturing womb,
embryonic ego-tumors
with built-in obsolescence;
a moment between exodus
and cooperative regenesis.
Categories:
phylogenic, adventure, death, humanity, humor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.
Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more than duplicity.
I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind's eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.
Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.
Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body's continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.
Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.
My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.
Categories:
phylogenic, body, community, culture, imagery,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Trees and seeds
like embryonic eggs
are each fed by root systems
intending diastatic maturation,
like Easter lillies,
and seasonal, more static, decomposing purgation,
heading toward further cooperative re-investments
or waste
depending on our choices
and way of seeing,
more competitive or more cooperative.
The seed of human nature's nutritional system
are the trees of Earth's natural root systems,
ergodic and phylogenic,
designed for ecopolitical cooperation
more than ego-individual,
or ethno-tribal-creedal,
or anthro-super-speciating
monoculturing competitions.
Trees and seeds
and new-life eggs
are each fed by history's more cooperatively-owned
and governing
root nutritional systems.
Categories:
phylogenic, culture, earth, easter, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Phylogeny is to homology
as ecological respiration
is to theological aspiration.
I think
I shall never feel
a phylogenic tree
as uprooted
as homo-unlogical me.
Phylogenic chaos
is to ego-monological supremacy
not as ecological tree respiration
is to theological
root-nutritional
inspiration
As timelessly flowing Here egocenters
are to Now resiliently climaxing ecosystems
In which I think
I will always feel
phylogenic historical invitations
to homological co-passioning grace
and heterodoxical healthy choice.
Categories:
phylogenic, culture, environment, health, humanity,
Form:
Political Verse
Let us refer to nihilism,
she sniffed,
while pompously looking down her nose
as coterminous with totalitarian
and fascist nostrils,
breathing terrors
both inside paranoid
and outside victimizing
all but mutually maligning bullies,
who never bother to listen to each other anyway.
With that as our historical background
we might notice,
Although everyone is victimized by nihilism:
1. Some victims vote for empowering denialist nihilists anyway,
believing we have not nominated any healthier choices.
When everybody sucks,
the LoseLose question becomes who sucks up least
from my intended egocentric direction?
2. Poor and marginalized people,
non-bully species and natural systems,
like rivers and forests,
matriarchs and their vulnerable hurt children,
people with color and without Elite Patriarchal credentials
inheritance
historical empowerment
cultural over-investment
are those first
longest
deepest hurt by antiEarth de-nihilism,
while more plutocratic middle class conservatives
are also victims of self and other denial,
yet more likely to vote for it
along with those wealthy enough
to stay on the bully side
of universal WinLose self-nihilism
of this potentially humanely global
democratic WinWin species.
It does not seem too difficult
to me,
she sniffed again,
to recognize that love and integrity
have become more regenerative empowerment
through mutual solidarity of purpose,
nor to feel this in my phylogenic bones,
nor to play WinWin integrity
rather than eco-denial WinLose Solitaire.
My righteous opposite of LoseLose nihilism--
more wealth of health enculturing
instead.
And then she threw back her head
wrapped her shawl more tightly around her phylogenic bones
and stalked out of the classroom,
without so much as asking for a question.
I didn't know whether to believe what she said
or what she did
or both,
somehow.
Categories:
phylogenic, class, community, conflict, culture,
Form:
Political Verse