Best Redundantly Poems
I took umbrage over a comment in a current blog, in part stating that poetry, "... is a battlefield..." No. There should be no gauntlets thrown, no darts hurled, and no negative words hurled as if Poetry Soup is a battlefield. I was motivated to write...
Over and over again, blogs become a wallowing hole
where ugliness brews contempt and always takes a toll
on those who are trying to make a simple observation.
Someone takes offense and that provokes confrontation
by a tadpole who'll be a frog and not Prince Charming.
Ya know... the narcissistic type who think it's alarming
that they're ideas are not accepted by others on the site.
Then, it's "Katie, bar the door" and get ready for a fight!
Pollywogs keep swimming in rippling waters of the Soup,
where they take a dump, but don't think of it as 'Poop.'
Blogs are sandboxes where nasty words become litter.
Catty remarks are made by the arrogant and the bitter.
Not surprising, the same ones cut up with their mocking.
It's the same MO they use when they come a knocking...
knocking on new blog doors and causing a ruckus inside.
That's crossing a line that no one should ever take in stride.
Some abuse blogs, as if they're churches or synagogues.
If any part of Poetry Soup should go, it should be the Blogs.
Not as some redundantly claim, should be poetry contests...
Objected to by rallying sponsors and poets in fervid protests.
Blogs serve as playgrounds but break all schoolyard rules
when some can't stop themselves from acting like fools.
There's fighting and tugs of war... never for a good cause.
Gettin' tough over trivial stuff puts a pinch in their drawers.
For gosh sake, act like adults instead of flakes and nuts.
There's never and excuse for acting like a rattlepated putz.
The Tree
A tree stands tall,
in the forest is blended
I sit and admire it's strength,
simply splendid
For each of us has had time to take heed
Time to be fruitful,
give, and time to need
The wind picks up
I hear it call in a distance
It's the path I once chose,
the one with the most resistance
Oh woe, to my life of trouble and despair indeed...
as the wind redundantly shakes the branch with one last plead
Storms come and the rain soaks into the ground
The lightning, the memories
flash all around
Like a breath, in an instant
the calm sets the atmosphere
Don't look at the storm, what was
look at what has appeared
Some of the branches are left weakly unattached
It's the part to let go,
the part of the past
The sunlight now shines on the tree,
it drinks the rain
Ready to grow, flourish and blossom;
remembering no pain
I'm standing on the platform, but I ain't waiting for a train
It's a spaceship I'm about to enter to take me to another plane
I'm going on a journey and I'll be gone for many a year
But the sights I view will marvel I, and quell all my fears
The countdown has reached it's prime as the boosters ignite the fuel
Blast off as I head to the heavens, escaping the atmosphere's cool
The tanks that have carried me here, are released to fall to the earth
There's no turning back I say to myself, this is a time to feel worth
The first thing I do when we orbit, is to view where I came from
Whatever I find, where ever I go, there will only be one place called home
Into the black void we travel, passing abandoned pieces of man
Redundantly left to roam, they have finished their part of his plan
We pass many particles of matter, forever strewn in this darkened world
Remnants of explosions from it's past, in ever travelling hurl
Bright lights appear all around, these plasma luminous balls
Held together by gravity, growing up they left us in enthralled
As we travel we become very wary, of the monster from this deep
Black Holes we are told many a time, from them nothing seeps
These regions of space lure, not even light can escape
Anything bright in it's presence, becomes inter planetary rape
But out in this uncharted territory lies a beautiful wonderful place
It's called the Milky Way Galaxy, it's where our Solar System is graced
If man ever decides to frequent, we have to leave many traits behind
For if there are others out here, we really have to be
A totally different, mankind.
This canopy has choked out the light
making the forest of life redundantly obscure.
a coffin for my home; where trees form walls,
confining me to this empty space.
Night comes with it sighs of painful,
sorrow - filtering through vegetation.
Shadows breed coyotes out of darkness,
hidden in acres of howling, and taunting.
Where I am a cursed duck with one wing
stuck on a fence, my compass set north.
Everything is looking down from here;
so willfully strong but, direly bending
to twist, and tangles of over growth.
No need for changing locks;
those slithering vines
made their way off
with my valuables.
From my prospective
time is left on the lease,
but I have already vacated,
gone away - away like the sun.
Epiphyte
A deceptive kiss of bliss led to my nemesis,
my wanweird, falling in to your devilish abyss,
Algae covers a stony heart in a ocean of tears
for you, I don't know why, but why was I dumb
enough to care to bare to heed the the devils
snare ,to let your whisssssper your snake deception
in my ear, I swear don't ever call me again asking
me to be your friend insidiously making propitiatory
gestures for us to be lovers again, stop trying to lure
me in to the lions den because back then I was your
lover, friend and including a man for you, I would have
redundantly parted stubborn sand for you and if you
desired four hundred and thirty six grains to be in your
hand made hour glass I would have counted&counted
grains of sand ,for you but now I count grains of pain
riding a saddened moon the loom of nebulous insanity,
I was blindly loyal to you, a person I seen to be royal
so for you I toiled in your hells kitchen of brimstone, till
I boiled and became like a prune shriveled and soiled
in nothingness,your so nonchalant an peccant I shall
never again be your lover or friend......
I’ve become so numb
To smothering norms
Once thrusted upon me
Jolted on the carousel
Awoken by madness
I lazily fall out of bed
Then stroll empty streets
Full of vacant faces
Consumed by consumption
Going everywhere
Yet arriving nowhere
Too much hustle
Not enough chuckles
Too many watches
Nagging redundantly
Sacrificing our smiles
To meet deadlines
Sacrificing our love
To sustain the facade
Chronic carousel spins
Tangling us inside
Creating our desires
Gauging our smiles
Abruptly booted off
I’m merely an observer
I walk the empty streets
Full of people acting out
A scene I refuse to feel
So I’ve become numb
To ways of living to exist
Instead of existing to live.
I dreamed of a fiery eyed angel,
whose only job was to sing between thunderclaps
and whisper sweet nothings into the heart
of epiphany’s persuasion.
But, she was bored.
Her muse crippled by the slow
thrumming of an adjacent and
mewling savant. His harp sang
beautifully, but also…redundantly
and as the storm raised its pulse,
it clattered against my eyelids.
Their harmony baffled my slumber,
and I rose, half awake
…still entranced by the static of
their disheveled ceremony.
I wished that I could hear her
speak more clearly, that the
song wasn’t so jarring,
to my rotting sensibility;
that I could sleep to the
sound of something less
erratic than your three
month old voice-mails;
repeating broken goodbyes
over and over, gestating
in the bowels of my denial.
I reached for the phone,
and watched lightning strike,
finally realizing I was awake;
I deleted your voice from the
the memory card in my chest
and laid beneath an empty sky.
There are no angels up there,
not really.
At least not when I’m awake.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried
We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too right-brain cooperatively sappy.
But, after my ancient lifetime of trying
directly for prosperous happy
that may or may not lead to left-brain healthy,
that may or may not lead to right-brain wealthy,
I hope you can benefit
from what we redundantly say,
more than what I've actually done
in front of you
and behind your back,
confronted you,
denied,
and what I've failed to take left-with-right back.
We want to be happy
and to win wealthy left-brain ego-fame
however flashingly synaptic
even at the price of ignoring natural/spiritual resilient healthy
is not all that win/win polyanna maniacally sappy
nor lose/lose despairingly immoral crappy
So I have done
and we long to be done
with such lose-happy and lose-wealthy self-prophetic life confusion
profusion
contusion,
Of unhappy cognitive left
and disaffected unwealthy right
dissonance
provokes short-term wounded choices for mere satiation
because long-term resiliently healthy happiness
feels too right-brain prominent sappiness
suffering left-brain crappiness
Both un-together remaining mutually blind
to integrity of global win/win GoldenRule manners,
uncrappy and unsappy,
too remotely not experienced on our shared big mainframe
but maybe flimmery-glimmers of light emerge
in more everyday lighter healthy,
wealthy,
and wise here/now
space/timeless moments.
To be honest with you,
I'm worried
we want to know abundant happiness
without accepting and committing to our win/win integrity
as ego/eco-systemic
left/right cooperatively integral
Red/BlueGreen
yang-fire/yin-water
holistic nonsectarian
non-partisan
non-violently communicating health vulcanizers,
optimizers,
re-creators,
transubstantiators,
creolizers,
With happy inter-hemispheric ego/eco-logicality
speaking dipolar bi-loyally
in cooperatively resilient
health/wealth solidarity
Which I think everyone would regeneratively agree
is not too sappy
nor too degeneratively crappy
to remain responsibly happy
despite all our co-arising snappy facts
without contextual slappy feelings.
I think of my Ego
and therefore perceive my bright light space place,
like my self-identity
growing optimally confluent health-power,
says Yang.
Yin co-responds,
We re-connect one EgoZone co-identifying place
within ZeroSoul Zone bilateral
one point of light
toward two-dimensional string of flowing-revolving time,
causally, almost casually, past through health-wealth
WinWin effective history,
fruitful future herstory
WinLose choices
mired in less nutritious suboptimization
of our Left with Right life-power,
And don't even under-poweringly think,
reminds Yang,
about LoseLose
dual dark
chaotic dissonance
not/not eco/ego
outside/inside
matriarchal/patriarchal upside down reversed hierarchical
suppressed ecofeminist Gaia
flow-power speaks effluent YinTruth
to RightWing genocidal
anti-messianic
god made in Man's fragmented reductive penal-envious image
WinLose
ZeroSum Yang uber-dominant
eco-political
egocentric dead-end line
of ballistic story-time.
Yang pleas for more WinLose forbearance.
Yin readily agrees,
but first requires WinEgo-Health explicating WinEco-Wealth
EarthJustice double-binding climate reparations.
Yang asks Yin if we should begin with replanting forests.
"Did you mean to ask for reparations,
ego-centric atonement,
Or health systemic restorations,"
Where ego- and eco-systemic climate futures
remain meta-consciously
bicamerally re-connected
for psychological LeftBrain egos
and ecological nurturing RightBrain memory echoes?
Yes,
Yin dual darkly
Both-not/And-not redundantly double-binary
Non-ZeroSum WinWin
EcoZone Tit for Tat
Restoring EarthJustice
cause-effective
subject-objective
multiculturally co-responds
In full eco-viral feminist
MotherEarth iconic
interdependently networking
Both/And RightBrain
iconic/ironic voice.
Without doubt true,
and yet too redundantly lectured,
especially to our young of body and mind,
the virtual world is not reality.
And yet,
Elders seldom hear
when youngsters pout back
what must equally be true,
Earth's reality is no longer devoid
of virtual communicating worlds
without so many competitive walls
to hinder cooperative re-education
about mutual relationships
between polynomial information trends
and polypathic energy economies
and polyphonic co-relational politics,
all networks for off-line Earth's reality
and on-line virtual ego/eco-centering systems.
The story of information systemic regeneration
reweaves Earth's creation story of Gaian Cooperative Hypotheses
knowing we are already a cooperatively intended democracy
living in diverse locations,
identifiable 4D geometrically revolving spacetime locations
emerging from advents of fertile prehistoric winters
producing reborn ecopolitical springs,
diastatically mature summers of healthy wealth revolutions,
harvesting AutumnElders of poly-nutritional wisdom,
restored in understories
of Yin's first and last winter blanket;
egocentering processors
re-aligning with eco-centered Earth's fractal-regenerate realities,
virtual on-line
as 4D cooperative off-line.
Without doubt also true,
and yet too redundantly gamed and networked,
especially by our young of bodyminds
with bilaterally thinking spirits,
Earth's reality includes on-line virtual cooperatives
and off-line ecological Tipping Points,
climate change
as both potentiality
of cooperative health
and WinLose reality
for competing flesh and blood pathologies.
Truths,
1 is always positive or negative in Earth's metric LeftBrain languages,
just as timeless 0s are both/and equivalent notnot double-bound with 1
co-binary RightBrain balance,
virtual-digital and historic-analogical waves
between past and future,
tipping toward co-present.
"Where you be from?" he asked of me.
I said, "I'm from here, Flushing, Queens."
"No, where you be born at is what I means."
he proceeded to then ask of me,
and I replied to he accordingly,
"I was born here in Flushing, Queens."
"Well then where you parents from be?"
he then asked of me,
and I replied, "My parents are also from here in Flushing, Queens."
"Well then where be they born from? At what country?"
he went on to ask of yours truly,
to which I responded most redundantly,
"Both my parents were both born here in Flushing, Queens."
He then said as he looked at me very strangely,
"For somebody who be livin here so long locally,
yo sure does speak very funny."
*
I guess it's the norm today for somebody
who finds anyone who speaks correct grammatically
and who presents their speech articulately,
would come across to somebody
as one who speaks very funny.
*
Alas, old blog, thou dost baffle me
Art thou a banjo short a cord
An off-key piano, tortured
A homeless cat meowing in the dark
A shaken not stirred literary libation
Advertising the talents of its writers
Redundantly raucous rhetoric
Echoing down a dusty corridor
Gathering the featherless dreams
Of forlorn and wingless words
Initiative product forevermore distinguished only by HIS grace and mercy, Experiences successfully awarded, seen, given a key, plaque beyond Noble Peace Prize winner, fallen infinity seventy, skipping redundantly across instead of on the so called "Yellow Brick Road", gratification simply to hold in matrimonial blissfulness, grudges, that becomes more than expensive to own, unknown blueprints dissipated, A former map created to fit ones description, future Blessings never redeem, terminated as a result of marital bliss, honeymooning on an island, null and avoidance, "Forgiveness".
Communication learning systems
like organic people
and plants
and living planets
could include education subsystems
Teaching/studying
employing nonviolent principles of communion
dialogue
co-reflection
co-investment
To optimize multicultural health
deepest
widest
wealthiest
most polyculturally inclusive
robust
thriving EarthTribe communion
To repair retributive justice win/lose
discommunicating corrupt systems
to restore global green/blue
regenerative peace
Multi-generational
holistic win/win learning systems
could include historic education
re-communicating
reconnecting secular and sacred
ego/eco-bilateral systems
Employing co-passionate principles
of trauma prevention
to replace social crime infection
and state autocracy deception
and federated kleptocracy invention
Unitarian inter-continental communication systems
redundantly responsibly regenerative
could include polymorphic learning
co-empathic emotional skills
employing compassionate organic communication
win/win mediating dialogue
metamorphic reflection
To optimize health wealthiest
EarthTribe polycultural communication
for learning climate thrival skills
healthier organically together
than falling robotically apart.
"A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P"
"I" before "E" except after "C"
"Two plus two equals four.
Three plus one equals four also for sure."
"In fourteen hundred ninety two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue"
"North America, South America, Europe, Australia,
Africa, Antarctica and the seventh continent Asia."
I've covered all subjects ranging from reading to geography
as examples of education through the use of poetry.
I've always harbored a theory secretively
that we could better education through the use of poetry.
It's like that song redundantly playing in your head to you.
When you're exposed to poetry it stays with you.
I've personally termed poetry "The Mind's Mental Glue"
Here's another example of education through poetry
for those who seek a medical degree.
"The leg's skeleton is composed of the femur, crus and foot bones,
but the foot also has detailed bones of its own."