Best Refinements Poems
No larger than a grain of rice,
her face is forming; mouth, a slice.
Her heart, a tube, begins to beat;
at one month, things are imprecise.
An inch now from her head to feet.
Eyes, fingers, toes: not yet complete.
Her neural tube, well on its way.
At two months, things look pretty sweet.
Four inches long, an ounce to weigh;
miscarriage risk drops every day.
All parts are present, there to see;
at three months, fingers grasp and splay.
Her nails and hair seen easily;
eyelid, eyebrow, eyelash agree.
Four months now and six inches long,
the ultrasound clear: she’s a she.
Her muscles build; she’s getting strong.
You thought you felt her; you’re not wrong.
She’s covered with lanugo hair.
At late month five, she hears your song.
Her fingerprints? Whorls present there.
The eyelids part; eyes open, stare.
When she hiccups, you may observe.
Month six births: viable with care.
Refinements to sensory nerves,
reacts to light, from pain will swerve.
She rarely is reserved or still;
month seven, and this gal’s got verve!
At five pounds now, she kicks at will.
Lungs immature, but they can fill.
Eight months, all sharpens, gets refined;
You’re on alert, you know the drill.
It’s nine months now; she’s quite confined.
Delivered, breathes in, and unwinds.
Flesh of your flesh, though quite her own;
Distinctly her, you’re intertwined.
I'm not out to change my world
or yours,
but I do believe we are in this world together
to refine our collective regenerate health status,
to resolve our climate therapies
for healthier economies
and politics of mind and body ecologies.
I am thinking of not even being in any more
for those who only have a yearn for climate change,
as this is too ambiguous for me.
I need commitments for and to cooperative healthy change,
not just any pathological change,
not just competing changes
but revisions of the unraveling health
that is our shared EarthBirth Right.
Keep your stupid rites of change, please.
Show me some smart cooperative ecopolitical health choices and plans
for more therapeutic landscapes,
internal and external,
not more escalating climate change
but revolutionary resonant refinements of climate enculturing health;
not more Business as Usual rabid-paranoid-terrorizing climate sickness.
I'm not out to change the world;
I am totally in for and with a renewed therapeutic Earth
of and for all.
Earth's multicultural interdependent Tribes and Species,
elements and systems and networks
and regenerative healthy life principles
of resonant balance and resolving harmonies.
I'm too old for more mindless change
and yet never too young for more mindful ecoconsciousness
of healthy ecopolitics.
I'm not out to change you or me
but I'm in for refining relationships with you,
within me,
with Earth,
our shared blue-green Home.
Don't talk to me about change
until you show me how you have managed your carbon footprint
for your economic and political campaigns
as evidence of how our future together
might thrive a more global (0) carbon footprint
as a healthy regenerative species,
instead of an overpopulating degenerative falling apart race toward hate.
We're an evolving teapot
long and thin.
Egos are our handle
while Earth is our spout.
That is our ecology spiraling out.
When we get all steamed up
LeftEgo's brain shouts out
while Tipping Points recover
health's abundant love flows out.
A bright morning sun reflected off the everlasting hills and over blushing flowers,
Then onto whispering trees heavy with fruit, over purling steams and dimpled lakes,
A poet, dipping his pen into the ink that writes of pure images in the urn of truth,
Writing besotted letters, of imperishable brightness, weighing immortality of nature.
Having the wisdom of nature suited to the right regulation and adjustment to changes,
That exists in man to understand the beauties of nature not just on a summer morning,
Nights are spent in the midnight oil chasing words to express the beauty we all see,
Words to highlight understanding to enhance desires and refinements to see as the poet.
Revelations not beyond reach to bring beautiful scenes into homes the true philosophy,
When philosophy acknowledges the unlimited range of its sphere bringing light to all,
Whose posy has charmed the fancy and whose works have enriched the world of letters,
Many poets whose eloquence has astonished even only a few, the researches are reward.
CHARM IS DECEPTIVE AND BEAUTY FLEETING
THE WOMEN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED
PROVERBS 31:30
I HAVE BEEN BLESSED
Over the years to cross paths with a number of women who fear the Lord
It bears saying that none of them is timid soul
“Fear of the Lord” in Scripture, of course
Means Reverence
A deep appreciation of the power of God’s presence
That transforms people
Making them both confident and courageous
Still let’s not be too quick to throw charm and beauty out the window
Charm and beauty keep us going
Whether they are found in the little encounters of daily life or in the refinements of high art
Charm and beauty are reflections of the creator
The more we appreciate them
Though they are only fleeting
The more we reverence the One who has made this glorious life possible
Gracious God, thank You for the worlds You fashion for our enjoyment each day
Prayer's positive potential is not as substitute for planning.
Prayer might be a prelude to planning,
and might be an appropriate postlude
to fully implemented plans,
whether psalm of gratitude
or requiem of remorse
depending on healthy and pathological outcomes.
Even better,
some gratitude and humble remorse,
held together,
demonstrating we have learned something
from our nondual co-arising trial and error
and yet continue improving
our further therapeutic refinements.
But, whether my life plans are what happened
while Earth continuously revolved in other distressing directions,
or I continue learning to plan somewhat more cooperatively
and multiculturally
and inductively and deductively co-arising
togetherly more than separately,
prayer is the active planner's co-redemptive bookend,
Alpha and Omega double-binding points of reorientation,
not my personal How to Save the World book,
much less exegetically seminal scripture.
Prayer is my yeasty bread and liturgical garnish,
but not the red meat
of ego/ecologically balanced regenerative planning.
A bright morning sun reflected off the everlasting hills and over blushing flowers,
Then onto whispering trees heavy with fruit, over purling steams and dimpled lakes,
A poet, dipping his pen into the ink that writes of pure images in the urn of truth,
Writing besotted letters, of imperishable brightness, weighing immortality of nature.
Having the wisdom of nature suited to the right regulation and adjustment to changes,
That exists in man to understand the beauties of nature not just on a summer morning,
Nights are spent in the midnight oil chasing words to express the beauty we all see,
Words to highlight understanding to enhance desires and refinements to see as the poet.
Revelations not beyond reach to bring beautiful scenes into homes, the true philosophy,
When philosophy acknowledges the unlimited range of its sphere bringing light to all,
Whose posy has charmed the fancy and whose works have enriched the world of letters,
Many poets whose eloquence has astonished even only a few, the researches are rewarded.
COMPROMISE
There was a young man from Bordeaux
Who had some work done down below.
Deft realignments;
Certain refinements:
He’s now a young girl from Bordeaux
His girl friend who hailed from Paree,
Called round the next morning to see.
She said, “I suppose,
Now you’ve one of those,
It’s lesbian marriage for me
20th April 2020
Limerick Poetry contest
Sponsor - Janice Canerdy
All the refinements of age, with a heart that beats afire
Yet simplicity in her style; her thoughts cool as deep winterice
Graces of years define her as her passions yet move her.
Designs we find democratically attractive
include designs for acquiring healthy trust powers
with all others to be positively infected
by our mutual discussion,
dialogue, respectful discernment,
our listening with silently authoritative skills
before responsibly speaking,
Democratic designs acquire cooperative consensual power
of a healthy
robust
resilient
care-giving super-majority,
Messiahs, economic and politically empowering actors,
producers of well-being,
empirical without imperialism,
without pietistic Raptures,
historical escape magic-hatches
removed from RealTime felt and thought integrity,
heart and mind synergy
Still actively listening for remaining white supremacists,
anti-democratic colonizing fundamentalists,
un-evangelicals too clear only about what we are against
while teaching Sunday School
and weekday extractive extorting capitalist competitions,
calling out fellow slum lords,
watching enviously while weapon sales
generously feed automated death lobbyists,
and mystify angry ecofeminists
about what we stand healthy for
Nondualistic, undividing natural health from spiritual wealth
responding to left-brain dominant designs
with monoculturing effects
disempowering into self-isolating fear
and anger
and bigotry,
lack of courageous curiosity
to empathize with anti-democratic intolerance.
This difference between democratic cooperative designs of attraction
and anti-democratic capitalist principles
of egotistical design,
incorporatistic
monoculturing extractions from MotherEarth refinements
Health care supported by all
who would replace aristocratically misshaped
distant patriarchal God the SunFather
with Gaia the Original AtHand EarthMother.
All who would replace left-brain dominant thinking
with left/right bicameral prominence
of win/win
faith/hope
thought/feelings
about ego health attracting eco-wealth
more than worrying too awfully either/or
win/lose much
about extracting ego wealth from everyday resident designers
eco-healthier
nondualistic SunGod/Gaia dialogue refiners
of romance
mythos
logos eco-habitat voices
with theo/democratic cooperative trust empowerment
enlightenment
enjoyment,
awesome sacred/secular wonder
revisiting lavishly holy/holonic designs.
A world-being; a creature of flesh
When not otherwise engrossed!
Of which vision sends me, a soul
A quiver-flame, into
Ecstatic heights; Love's true!
Earthly beauty, to whom hath eyes.
But so transparently fair
Sparkles in all its refinements.
Fairy favours; each one!
Of this blessed mortal won!
LeftBrain egojectively defines objects
with deductively accessible objectives
Divorced
distinguished
detached from their ecosystemic backdrop.
Objectives
and individualized objects,
including objections,
I understand
by studying their sub-parts
and their sub-subparts
Down to our atomic building block objects
with internal atomic objectives,
individual particles
with articles
for potential win/win cooperative becoming
a co-relational constellation
of potentially climaxing energy
positive therapeutic
and negative traumatic
subjectives.
Meanwhile,
RightBrain indirectly refines felt relationships,
positive and negative
and ambiguously in-between,
by contextual subjects
Both/Anding BiCameral discernment.
Growing co-empathic bilateral intelligence
also hopes to produce
and procure binomially objective
positive health
and not negative disease
outcomes
Rooted in Whole OpenSystemic wave flows
unitarian oceanic possibilities
subject ecowomanist grows
with timeless HereNow nonviolent information,
spaciously abundant musings,
and other health optimizing
engaging practices,
Other EarthHealth and Justice designs
in solidarity with
ecosystemic co-relational co-passion
co-investing
empowering
enlightening
enveloping
developing win/win outcomes,
Objectively extending
rhetorically resonant song
and liturgically liberating dance
multicultural
muse-lyrical
musical massage
political healing,
not economic stealing,
co-passion events.
I love a long holiday and as a general rule
you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool
cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool.
Closing my eyes I lazily daydream
listening to my favorite music stream
umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams.
I’ve put away polemic school assignments
for leisure and tastier desultory refinements
like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis
and the barely there cool of a string bikini.
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Songs for this:
Digging your scene by Ivy
The Big Sky (Special Single Mix) by Kate Bush
Can't Be Like This Forever by The Moving Stills