Best Ratios Poems
Tribute to Teachers - Constanza
Upon my soapbox I protest
that teachers schooling young and old,
be honored like they're made of gold.
How small in payment we invest
with expectations raised sky high,
still, underpaid we can't deny.
For educators, my request,
to legislate to change the laws
for student ratios just cause.
In government we do divest
to raise the bar in public schools;
give teachers much more needed tools
and raise all pay at their behest!
Without these changes I do fear
few will want a teaching career.
Upon my soapbox I protest
how small in payment we invest
For educators, my request,
In government we do divest
and raise all pay at their behest!
6-20-2018
A poem with a message ' Poetry Contest
Sponsor stephen pennell
Constanza Contest ~Second Place~
Sponsor Emile Pinet
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*(For Me, the soup tastes good, For others...not so much.)
INDEED, there may be something wrong with the Soup
if spices don't get right many people will be leaving the table soon.
Good people have pointed out problems with taste and temperature to MGMT
only to fall on deaf ears.
Apparently the problems have been stewing for years.
There are hard working mothers, fathers, sons, daughters and grandparents
fighting for a cause in which they firmly believe.
They pay fees each year to a leader who they don't know and cannot see.
They taste and they eat and they share with the community.
They've invested with time and money and poured out their hearts with much
continuity.
Forty to one lopsided comment reply ratios have made their day hard
all these folks want is a little quality soup after punching the old time card.
I've sat at the table and witnessed smiles erase in defeat.
I've listen to their requests get neglected each day on repeat.
Where is the owner operator, could someone please step in and perform a
table visit?
Getting this restaurant up to code ain't everything I suppose, but it'd sure be
exquisite!
Now I'm just an outsider, secret shopper if you will,
Getting this change in motion would ease so many emotions...
consider it dessert taken off the bill.
if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
White is fundamental absence of color,
as is evangelical black.
But, white is colorless
due to emptiness
while black
because of good news fullness.
Transparency is presence of visibility
as is not darkness
but transparency is void
where opaque is dense.
Life is absence of death
as death is absence of life.
But, death is empty and void
while life is full and robust
Promising evangelical integrity
of all motions and emotions
actions and reactions
ratios and reasonables,
presence and co-presence
in-between radically sacred
and fundamentally secular
cultures of dualistic meaning
evolve courageously purposed bright
with loads of curious light.
There's a point blank
Just south of Soulsville
where common pit desires exude
extreme ego ratios rotating on human gutlike
socioshadow experientials. Slow slug immuno
pain gestures cloud coilshaped reason
with limited intellirespect ids--only
that lonely by product of talking to
the mime chip on your shoulder clasped
hands in a froth frame of zero quotient
personality tolerance. Socioscan the fluid
flawed internoschism and plug yourself
into those autothoughts so socioprevelant
as to walk away and call it a draw day. Never
the tweens shall resolve. Sharp footsteps
with no meaning will evercast jaded overtone half
with tongues that bite their own limplip droppings
wag wash in cumulative deceit doings.
Drag your dill depths with an ether
grappling hook and sociosoothe your
infection---massage your emo entrails
with an existential ease of a
junk jolt to colon ize another
fecal space of cleansed renewal--like ripping
the tape from a well wound
dancing scales up and down
to a new brainbeating--livid at living
fax a look outside your self and erase
your exit embarassment for a beholding
chance at adding a new socioscore to your
puss life tax deduction. What a rectal return on your
individual invest mint-- ass the rich get raunchier
the poor prey prime evil----sign here, please.
Born an American on eighth month
Stanley Allen Meyer, a man worth,
Designed technology of water fuel cell
Machines which as the perpetual motion.
Thing that retrofitted in automobile
Water as fuel instead of gasoline,
Cell which splits water's element
Hydrogen and oxygen purportedly.
Mixture of gases with specified ratios
Result of reaction came Hydrogen gas
Burnt to seperate water molecules,
Violating the laws of Thermodynamics.
Thus, his perpetual motion works,
The term known, Electrolytic cells.
Electricity, a chemical redox reaction
Which got patent in Nineteen-ninety.
Use of "Water fuel cell assembly"
Portrays fuel cell wall capacitor
Single unit producing fuel gas,
That's the method of his invention.
Ohio TV station turned the destiny
His invention termed as fraudulent
Two investors brought out dealerships
Came as witness for "lame excuse".
Claimed of using Electrolysis
Committed fraud, "gross and egregious"
Dollor of twent-five thousand,
Repay them quick, court ordered.
With Belgian investors at restaurant
"They poisonef me" He shouted.
Ran out, gained his death
It's over of a cerebral aneurysm.
An hour of death came to both
Meyer with his invention's death,
No other restriction, no royalty,
His work incorporated long ago.
The car that ran on water
Sank on it's master death
A legend's history people unaware,
Invention which had Meyer's depth.
Three lying deacons
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel,
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
naked
and intentionally
unused.
Four wide-eyed boys
dance on a daydream –
kissing ripped posters
of a white collared rapist.
Saint Peter understands
the jovial jokesters -
the foolishness
when blackened specks darken the void;
the flurried flutter of his eyelids
casts a tainted shadow
upon a fractured sexual ballet.
They continue to kiss
below the waist.
Three lying deacons
and a pacing pastor resides –
five lip-smacking nurses
massaging your head.
Four wide-eyed boys
caress your knuckles
as the well-trimmed priest
pronounces
a poorly
scented infant:
"anally dead."
Seven cardinal sins
slip and divide
into 3 venial ratios.
"Hi, Sonny"...
Greed, lust and vanity
are mortal crimes;
Father Fragrantly Fresh...
quietly proclaims:
"snuggle a bit closer and
sniff a hint of Genesis."
Say I’m to blame
and cause-count the afflictions –
smaller undetected lumps
hump the jaded addictions
brain dead and haughty –
the zombies
circle and laugh!
I wasn't born in a dark discarded
Parisian tunnel but -
can you Roman Polanski me,
please?
Kill the poet...
and make him pay -
below the waist.
Crushed words embody
a forgotten loner’s
epitaph!
(force him to stutter stupidly)
and within a last breath -
and within a last breath -
and within a last breath -
GOD...
"the string-strangled
puppet
conventionally chokes -
and quietly succumbs
(to a textured landscape)
of a youthful
silenced dying...
...swaddled
and swallowed
in a heavenly -
haloed chosen
death..."
Is life truly good healthy wealth
because I wanted it to be that way,
or because it truly is good health wealth
that we all want to become?
Yes, probably both.
And the reverse might be pathologically true as well.
One Elder saying
less often found in wisdom literature
than versions of Golden Rules and Ratios:
"Never harvest more than half."
This self-taking acts both ecologically
and analogically
as a Reverse Golden Rule.
WinWin ecopolitical and psychological
positive optimization of health outcome
rules and ratio estimations:
Never ego-take
more than half of what you need,
want,
prefer,
believe is your right
in cooperation with Others' competing rights.
Golden EcoPolitical Rule, Corollary:
Always give back and re-invest grace received,
at least half,
with WinWin gratitude.
Because the healthiest, most robustly resilient, flexible half of ecological ratios
is LeftBrain Both-And blind and mute Yin
co-arising dipolarity,
bilateral co-intelligence
of yin plus yin equals yin times yin
and, thus, yin-squared-fractals
are equivalent to holonic-holy-sacred double-bound octave harmonic Yang,
4Based geometric thermodynamic dimensional
linear and symmetric plane balance,
the enculturing landscape
where Yang remains contented
timelessly with always re-investing in RightBrain Yin
as Mother Earth
has ego50%/eco50%
re-invested in creating ecopolitical you.
Is life truly good healthy wealth
because Ego wanted me to be that way,
or because EarthLifeTribe truly is good health wealth
that Ego wants to continue becoming,
conjoining,
dipolar co-arising
WinWin?
Life is up to half about how you choose to play our relationships
with you,
but the remainder is about which ecopolitically ruled and ratioed games
we have learned to play,
WinWin global species democratic
or WinLose nationalistic
patriarchal dominant,
ego-ubercentric plutocratic,
Elitist EcoPolitics,
lacking our fair-share of grace to re-invest in Earth
and gratitude for health50%-wealth50%
patriarchal50%-matriarchal50%
yang50%-yin50%
convex50%-concave dualdark 50% gifts received.
There are other Elder teachings
about Yang Light and Yin DualDark co-gravitating nurturing flowstreams,
Earth's original revolving-spiraling ecological Mentors.
I used to fancy that I was punctual.
But on two occasions, I happened
To be late—to my lectures.
I was a latecomer, in other words.
I promptly granted the organizers and the audience
The liberty to call me “the late Mr. So and so!”
Thus, I escaped.
But I no longer entertain the fancy!
I wanted to be innovative in Practical Psychology;
Looked at Johari window.
I found out soon that no fifth panel
Could be added to the window;
And moreover, that Jo and Hari were two people.
How could I, as a single man,
Do anything about it?
So I dropped the idea!
Next I explored the domain of Education.
Benjamin Bloom’s taxonomy seemed
To appeal to my fancy.
But the great man had listed all the possible Objectives:
From Knowledge through Analysis to Evaluation.
And it seems he worked with a band of Educationists;
But still could not finish his project.
Then, how could I pursue it?
I quit!
Then I switched to Paul Ricouer’s Taxonomy of Hermeneutics—
Of Love and Suspicion.
A third category I couldn’t find—
For the life of me.
Good bye, Ricouer!
Suddenly, Roman Jakobson caught my attention.
His schema of six functions of language was impressive.
I carefully studied it and desperately tried
To add a seventh and—miserably failed!
As a last resort, I turned to Harold Bloom,
Who offers an exotic taxonomy—
Of six ‘Revisionary Ratios’
Or six authorial swerves—from the original.
I fought, this time, for more than ten years,
Trying to add a seventh ratio—
And finally surrendered.
But this time not without surrender value!
All that I learnt from Bloom is this:
Every poet is a latecomer—in fact or fantasy.
So, I started writing—poetry!
***
I once heard frogs singing
a bridge between Earth's solar spiraled song
and my neuro-systemic brainstem
flowing down and out across octaved rib cage
and diapraxis hips
with skeletal smooth-structured hinges
folding in to bow toward Earth,
unfolding open to breathe in ProGenitor's
bullfrogged Yangish lusty air
Croaking through my sustained memory
of Golden Rules and Ratios
and Alchemical Elixirs,
Prime Zero-Culturing Relationships
coincidentally greeting co-gravity waves,
mutually resonant and effective economic
Ecologic Therapeutic harmonies
singing their bridge,
co-spiralling super-nuclear ellipses
living our Green Climax Commons
within this Earth,
our anthro-reforming Universe.
"The idea of building something once to last
tends to occur to...practical people later in life,
after they have reconstructed a few things
they thought were good enough
at the time."
David Holmgren, "Permaculture Principles and Pathways"
There is only
integrity
of each moment's potential.
We are yintegrity flow
of yang's x promise.
Where "x" equals:
Ecology, in Earth sciences
Biology, in life sciences
CoOperativity, in economic trans-actional evolutionary/devolutionary sciences
Democracy, in political sciences
Creolization, in evolutionary linguistics
Synergy, in Bucky Fuller's 0-prime fractal geometrics
Syncretism, in religious and cultural studies
Deep Learning, in pedagogical theory
Consilience, in E.O. Wilson
Bilateral Processing, in Edward DeBono
Bicameral Balance, in Julian Jaynes' ethology of anthropological history
Wisdom, in literature
Deduction, in-duction diction
ExFormation, in-formation
Reversion, in spacetime
3D causal space, in reverse temporal 4D image reflection
spiraling waves, in reiterative communication theory
feedback looping space, in two-dimensional pace
fractal bilaterals, in regenerative RNA/DNA systems
WinWin 0-sum harmony-seeking reiterations, in Game Theory
double-bindary, in digital polynomial strings of theory
double-negative thesis, in positive hypothesis
zero, in appositional dipolarity
notice, in understanding progress
value, in calculating qualitative quantities of symmetry
Golden Ratios, in Golden FlowRules
positive, in notnot
Yang, in YinSquared
Eulerian prime 0 relation, in speed of light fractal correlation, apposition
EcoLogos, in Earth's creolizing ego democratizations of YangYin Center
"See the [impatient egocentric] dark,
recognize its power,
but do not feed it."
Robin Wall Kimmerer, "Braiding Sweetgrass"
And certainly don't vote for it.
Don't even nominate it
for further self-infested powers.
I was compelled by a strong desire to be a nurse when I was a child. My parents and grandparents told me what nurses do and how they helped people. I was totally beguiled.
My parents painted a picture in my mind of nurses being angelic and noble people. Ones who had answered a call. Nurses give up their Sundays to care for patients. For, it is a calling that is of higher priority than congregating in a building with a steeple.
I have prayed for my patients at times when I had an overwhelming workload or was exhausted from sixteen hour shifts. I have often wondered how I managed to care for such a volume of patients without having dire consequences. Over the years, I have personally witnessed miracles and divine gifts.
Now, I have been a nurse for over thirty years. I have questioned my choice at times because of various obstacles, such as, high patient to nurse ratios and excessive paperwork that take away from time spent with patients. I have had to remind myself of why I was on this people helping mission. And I have always made a decision to stay on course with my virtuous peers.
my heart has a hole in it
so whats wrong with yours?
need tongs for sure
deep frozen ore
reach out when sore
selfish people stay silent
and it hurts even more
now I see your core
principles that run a school
cultures that make us tools
seemingly were confused
forgetting some golden rules
ratios for when were dry
softening up our stool
opening up to why
emotional yet staying cool
colloquially im a fool
supposedly major pull
karma my favorite mule
started and lacking fuel
the artist of loving cruel
forgiveness just in my pocket
never forget the duel
grueling my favorite project
moving for better prospects
people are not just objects
reminding you of the options
shaking you in the conscious
taking away the nonsense
ignorance have me nauseous
thinking of mr pontius
carry it in my conscience
parry a basic promise
farrier of running honest
comparing the daily conquest
airing progresses' onset
Big John, what a man
Fishin' rod in his left,
a gun in the other hand,
Smart as a whip,
I'd bet he's got one of those, too
Don't piss him off,
He'd as well kill, as cough,
And in his mighty Toyota
Tundra,
He can make that truck thunder,
I worked with him,
Or almost, anyway,
We could never be serious
We suffer from mental decay,
We'd sit and argue
About Dunken Donuts,
And Krispy Kreme,
There aeration ratios
On cruellers,
See what I mean??
So if you meet
the only red-neck in Yonkers,
Don't doubt your senses,
You're not going bonkers.
Genesis struggles and strains
sweeps and steers
stresses and sears
toward Exodus,
as traumatic birth
precedes Great Therapeutic Transition
As breathing in spring
pauses at summery fullness
just in time to slowly exhale
down toward falling harvest,
This New Sacred Economic Tree of Life
in Health and Beauty Paradise
produces permacultured
powerful Live-eviL
dipolar co-arising therapy/trauma Trees
beginning dipolar universally regenetic
to ending light/dualdark unitedly
Integral teleology of fractal nature icons,
Muse language of (0) Present Holder EcoLogic,
Time's bilaterally balanced self-perpetuating
love in-between faithful memory
and hopeful imagination,
bicameral ecoconsciousness of light singing day
and darkdancing night
co-defining refining balance
This NOW Time
struggling and straining,
sweeping and steering
toward Leviticus eco-polycultural priesthood
of spirited singing Law
and natural dancing Order
Golden Rules and Ratios,
Language and Meter,
LeftBrain deduct/induct-emergent dominance
of all EarthTribe's cooperative crown/root network
stressing under eviL dissonance,
soaring with eco-nomial Live confluence.
Flying Numbers
metric systems
predicting Deutero-elliptical information,
dialectic binomials
posing double-negative appositional co-arising tensions,
regenerative balancing norms and values
enculturing body health
and wealthy-voiced nurture
as co-invested love
of deep rich cooperative polycultures
Deep learning Natural Spirited Laws
of Design
of and for
Polycultural EarthTribe
health and wealthy happiness
cooperative development,
permacultural co-management,
panentheistic co-ownership.