Best Relational Poems
It's complicated
The way she looks at him
Not the way it used to be
When he had held her gaze
She had expected to love him all of her days
Had walked around in that lover's daze
Not aware of his cheating ways
His hiding and deception
An unskilled master of self protection
She discovered the reason for the alienation of his affection
All the small clues that led to his detection
Making her doubt herself
Not wanting to believe his indescretion
It was easier imagining relational perfection
Without him she thinks she has no life
Her identity tied to being his wife
Yet now she wishes
imagines
Gutting him with a knife
much better being a widow
Than a cheaters wife
So she looks at him with piercing eyes
Imagines the other woman's thighs
And the part of him she use to make rise
In this moment she begins to realize
He's not much of a prize
Still deep down
she hopes the bastard dies!
Sunday afternoons,
or Saturday afternoons,
look and feel richer,
dense relational liturgy of mundane ritual,
often more sabbath quiet.
Quiet neighborhood school playground
celebrates more solitary visits
seeking silent sensory selftalk,
muse swings back and forth,
happy slides up elational,
processional,
then downright ecstatic.
Sunday's GratitudeGoRound
of a warm winter's sun
pretexting Spring's redemptive dance,
prancing across wet jungle gyms
of mythic pirate romance,
swinging Tarzans and Janes
flying rope to rope
bar to bar
beating outdoor kettle drums
of Sunday's sacred playground joy.
This light we bring to sabbath
Sunday's sun absorbs
full resolved through echoing play,
a child again
in love's sequestered Solar System womb
giving happy birth to weeks
becoming strong,
EarthBound PlayGround
ecstatically beloved
Queen Shabbat's weekly baptism
in love child's regenerativity.
I tried to put my Jesus in a jewelry box
So I could carry him around
Take him out when I had the time
Marvel at my image of him
I wanted him to be a certain size
Just big enough to make me smile
Genie Sized
Big enough to answer my wishes
Make me feel good about myself
Then I could put him back
Until I needed him again
Out of sight out of mind
Until the troubles came
They always did
I had to sit down
Examine myself
Understand he is more
My Jesus
My Jesus
Cannot be contained
It was my own mind that was constrained
Blocking him out again and again
Boxed within my own doubt
I couldn't see what He was about
It was time for me to let go
Let Him be the Master
There is much I don't know
So I reached out with my mind
To the vastness of Him
Until he occupied
My heart from within
He is the biggest and smallest
Smaller than I can see
Larger than I can imagine
Yet still inside of me
Connecting me to everything
Intimate
Relational
Inspirational
My Jesus
Your Jesus
Knocking at the door
Wanting to be more
Not just a genie
In a pocket
Enclosed in a jewelry box
Jesus
Patiently waits
Stands at your door
Can you hear him knock?
Unshakeable groggy state
plagues mein kampf
impossible mission to awaken
this comatose zombie
drugged horror - by potent
self manufactured narcotic -
oppressive tantalizing
nightmares indistinguishable
when supposedly conscious,
eyes cannot differentiate
dusky "reality" from
twilit zoned lifelike slumbers
confused with medication
induced hallucinations ferrying
me to lands unknown
lack proper visa to allow
this migrant citizenship,
cannot escape tangled web
spun since birth
threads tensile strength
beyond realm of destruction
incredibly dynamic force
defies sophisticated
contraption to measure
even against most
powerful dynamometer,
no contest when utmost might,
sans primal scream
regarding non anesthetized excruciating
spinal tap daily visited
on this beastie boy,
no matter summoning every last ounce
of mine (billeted) willpower
foregone conclusion collusion
effectually ranked less
than lame duck effort
defeated, jackknifed, stymied...
every step of the weigh
I loathe forlorn doomed curse,
a worse fate than death,
no life worth living when bereft
of interpersonal, "normal",
relational... trappings,
yet death not available
for this walled in hostage
imprisoned within inescapable Alcatraz
every blinkered instant nsync
with pseudo fictional
realistic psychedelic dreams
mocking (this bird – dodo)
man cave existence, a mere
abysmal charade, facade, jade
did minimalistic functionality,
where suicide an irrevocable
unfair punishment to Shana Punim
precious daughter, whose caterwauling...
would wake grateful dead!
All music is relational
Even if the instrument itself is unconscious:
Like tree leaves in a breeze
Telegraph their praise in God's presence,
Dot and dash an earthy hymn;
Like an earthquake whose rumblings
Remind you that in geological time
All that we think of as solid and whole
Shares water's properties;
Even mountains bend the knee;
What was tight winds down, relaxes,
Like a German music box,
Becomes a cosmic "OM" at last;
Only whales, those connoisseurs
Of deep and low, perhaps can hear.
Our human ears span such a narrow range,
Need scientific augmentation to hear
Last ringing reverberations of "Big Bang."
For sound is not just vibrating air,
Our eyes too have their limits
As invisible stars also play their role
And human senses discover new symphonies
In the music of the spheres.
For doesn't vision inflame the heart as well
As guitarist strums and fingers dance on ivory?
Have you never seen a string's exertions,
Or felt invisible waves of tympani?
Yes, even bowels play a role!
And, oh, the stories told in sound alone
Can find their poetry in dance,
A music of another kind,
A kinetic vision of the soul itself.
Whatever touches heart is music,
Cannot be missed, only denied,
Oh, do not ask for whom God sings,
He always sings your song.
Long Tooth
April 21, 2016
Your judgments have me grinning.
Don't pretend you were immune
from the Avarice of Pride.
Which you delved past cover packet
into the gutworm of stardoms naked lunch?
Unfolding the artwork of your Deathsnake Bands- ministering to idol hands,
wandering the scent of artwork sleeve.
'Scent of new jacket
with walking around money in the pockets
made of 'feited hourglass sand.
Do you not find it pathetic and ugly,
to keep chanting me me me?
I like how they are stringed pearls of sos-,
smokerings,
death row-,
'peals of that Apple
"standing up to be counted with pi
and to give account"
as a bridge to understanding your insanity
and to give creedence to your selfish lies
of phi,
relational patterns of why is the sky...
-
Maggots of your own carrion luggage
left to fester to the Son.
Sacrificial Poseidon Aquariums,
Babylon Hanging Gardens,
Bloodsport of perceived insects in arena of jar, of Leviathan Media Priests and Running-man television,
(Black) arts.
Did you invent the term movie star?
(Vanity Smurf tearer),
take a look as reality draws nearer.
Symbiose of the mind's chemical- sea trench monsters.
Rally the sheeples to stampede by your musical serenadings,
box spring snakes coiled
in union of souls call of tune.
Do you court the Druids to "tie a yellow ribbon round the old Oak Tree..."
Such Romanticide, needy.
(Your True : CHORUS)
A falling star hung in the air by insindiary glare
legislating from your bench
like Hephaestus tears
tinkering above a lossless accomodater
puppeting to speak your own truth
while pride sets up another soothsayer booth
Lucy, you got kisses for five cents,
while the world is monopoly
burning your marketplace incense,
falling for the fallen to pay for incoming recompense.
So, Nephilim pretending to be our Creators
is your next one, huh.
Soon, the World will see, your sumptuous gush
of trans-humanity
is just mental masturbation
fantasy
escaping the real thing.
There was a time when you could hold me
But I have since learned to walk
Another when thoughts seemed to cage me
Now digital is a relational talk
Imagine unique ways to display yourself
Try and shun what they will balk
Stand in the places outside of yourself
Let your mind free you as a falk
Computer world is a sea,
which is a enormous one, has no beginning and end.
which Many rivers join and form the sea.
Computer is a sea,
formed by many rivers of technologies.
ALGORITHM is the first river,
which makes us to enter the sea.
C is the basic river,
Found in the place of at & t bell laboratories,
by the creator Dennis Richie.
C joined C++ to it,
from the same place of at & t bell laboratories,
by the creator bjarne Stroustrup,
named by Rick Mascitti.
JAVA is the river, which is very easy to swim.
Many pearls and gems comes out of it.
It was created by james ghosling,
Found in the place of Stanford University Networks(SUN),
during the year 1991.
All these rivers has the structure,
called the DATA STRUCTURE.
Difficult to manage the structure, But
Its an interesting one.
Computer is a field which creates friendship,
throughout the world.
There is a technology called 5 pen pc technology.
Similar to that,
There are 5 social networks
which is very important,
playing the role of friendship.
They are
Facebook
Whats app
Skype
Orkut
Hike
These 5 are the best friends of computer field.
A to Z,
1 to infinity,
Youth to old,
All wakes up in the eyes of technologies.
RELATIONAL DATA BASE MANAGEMENT SYSTEM is a storage place,
where precious things like queries gets saved.
SYSTEM SOFTWARE is a software,
which increases the taste of the water in the sea.
Hyper text markup language(HTML) works with
Hyper text transfer protocol(HTTP).
It contains head, title, body, etc.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
UNSUPPORTED CODE
COMPUTER FIELD
UNSUPPORTED CODE
Lover of computers-
Born to achieve
Born to shine
Born to do rocking things
Such a crazy guys.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
All these have a shelters of search engines,
Google, yahoo, amazon, etc.
These are the rivers which I came across in my life..
Our cooperative DNA research
reveals a realistically positive attitude
and eco-founded optimism,
along with some acceptance of dissonance
as not merely dysfunctional.
with ego-learning
re-extending sacred ecological merit
to help us accomplish great loves
in all integrity's polypaths
of shared EarthTribe ReGenerative Daily Life.
What we still do not know,
yet hope is true and beautiful and healthy,
ecotherapeutic,
Why do our day-to-day decisions
co-determine how each Ego navigates through great and small transition points,
why identity co-evolves through and beyond
each EgoRelational Life?
What if DNA/RNA Solidarity
lives even another thousand years of Earth Days?
Reincarnating fresh mindbodies
possessing, owning, claiming,
proclaiming polyculturally re-ligioning memories
of this 1(0)-EgoMind/EcoBody we are collectively becoming,
back in this Trans-ReLigioning EarthNetwork Era
On back through 1/(0)
co-arising win/win Ego/EcoCenter
of BiLateral SpaceHere/NowTime,
co-gravitating EarthTribal enlightenment,
1(0) 1Convex-Linear polarity/BlackConcave Hole
Not-Not TransParent BiNomial WinWin
dipolar apposition
ReGenerating,
ReIterating
ReCycling
RePurposing
ReMembering
ReConnecting
ReLigioning
Eternally copresent
in each Earth organic enlightened Day
and co-empowering Night,
and CoRevolving Fractal Year
of EarthDay octaved co-passionate
positive
and not so much negative
gratitude attitude.
Earth Day,
emerging from red dawns
resonating through true blue dusk
wealthy moonlit Earth Nights
ruled by Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors.
To love each day
as if 1(0)-eternal co-binary
anticipates this Self/Other perpetuating
EarthDay/Night co-emerging planet,
consulting and consorting
with one's most delighted
non-zero healthy
cooperatively overflowing Ego
as self-other co-relational
wealth of identity.
Any day that feels more confined by fear and anger
mind-neglect and/or body-abuse
than refined by love
as healthy desire
for EarthTribe re-ligioning peace
for Ego as for each EcoCentered Other,
is another day invested
in learning what EarthDay integrally means
by resolving win/win love
your win/lose enemies
To know and respect Ego's contentious boundaries,
pretentious boulders
along Earth's Tao River
of Yang/Yin co-gravitating
DayLight Space and NightPower Time.
We only talked sanely a few times,
About how he also had a condition like me,
Although my dad, who was a pharmacist, when James was small wouldn’t say,
Obvious as it was that he had CF from his cough n' inward-growing finger-nails,
Dad decided to bypass the issue, medicine to assail.
I have CP, and needed James’s comfy chair to read,
It was given to him in misogyny because it was blue,
About three months before he died he said,
I could have it, and must convince mum and dad that it was mine;
They were Christians, fundamentalist and strict,
And so sometimes there was an elephant in the room,
Between me and James, about the physical.
Death is inevitable, but to them it was only a maybe for James,
When the doctors had said that 14 was the expectation,
I prepared myself for the worst well before it occurred,
As an atheist I am, with no qualms or hesitation.
James wanted for me the best, happiness and friends,
Wanted me to do my best physically, ‘cos he knew I wanted that too,
But he also suspected that I would grieve for him rightly,
Not like a sentimental fundamentalist who believes that Jesus is risen,
But as a steadfast atheist who knows what has been given;
So he knew to remark on my immediate life without him so as to adjudicate.
I cherished Christinna Georgina Rossetti’s poem, Remember,
Long before and for some time after James’s death,
And quietly held in my heart the loved-one’s good wish,
Mum used to think that sometimes I was cold as stone,
But really I'd faced the fact that James was dead and gone.
Although Rossetti was by no means an atheist,
Her poem recites the mantra of the bereavement psychologist,
That to get on with your life as best you can,
Is a right, the partner of grief, and the pathway for your lone self;
In the Bleak Mid-Winter puts Christ as relational to nature,
Instead of pertaining nature to Christ, as it is normally,
And so we must partake of it within our space and our pasture.
Rhoda Monihan
13/09/2015
Green is a mix of blue and yellow,
And indeed it is both normal and bold;
It pertains to land, country, plant and tree,
And holds nature within its hand.
It symbolises rightness in ecology,
As the environment of the bird and animal,
It comes from plant chlorophyll which receives light,
Changing its energy into photosynthesis.
Plants breathe, and they breathe by chlorophyll,
The green pigment in all plants and cyanobacteria,
So when you say that life is not relational to you,
Just look at a green apple or a kiwi fruit and laugh!
"Laid Upon Their Alters"
qhapaq hucha
it begins at birth
the most precious
resource of all
we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule
the capacocha
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed
heads counted
to be held high
as trophies, those played
and won
for the greater good
oh yes,
we belong;
we belong,
we’ve always belonged,
to the ruling class
sapa inca
orders sacrifice, daily
all are held up to the Sun
of the others’ huacas,
accountable,
we are ears of corn
sheared and scattered
kurnels sown to replenish
a new world
fresh crops
laid upon
their oily alters
falls the empires
one by one
like conquistadors
they dissolve us
holy sees parted
red and bleeding
we are all children
well drugged
foreplay for prophecies
all war rooms
cleanly wiped
disinfected, by fire
baptised deja vu
submerged
together
we are something else
to behold
realm of the four parts
these final moments
matter
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“With their royalty and focus of worship destroyed,
the general population readily accepted Spanish rule
as “what was done.” This created local assistance which,
along with outside factors, allowed the Spanish
to completely conquer the region by 1572,
marking the end of the Inca Empire.“
“This pattern of manipulating a people’s concept
of ideological power, in conjunction with
relational and material power,
is seen throughout history
and is often a large component
of the fall of great empires.”
"That’s why the banalities matter.
When the real issues come up, healthy states,
the ones capable of handling and minimizing
everyday dysfunction, have a great deal more capacity
to respond than those happily waltzing toward their end.
But by the time the obvious, glaring crisis arrives
and the true scale of the problem becomes clear, it’s far too late.
The disaster—a major crisis of political legitimacy, a pandemic,
a climate catastrophe—doesn’t so much break the system
as show just how broken the system already was."
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love,
neither alternative could be
me without you
you within me
both equivalent would be
We.
We without you,
or me,
this simply can not be,
we takes both equally
bidextrously
ambivalent
Without me,
just you,
or me,
which We cannot
co-arisingly be.
I could not be me
without a you,
nor you
without a me,
as I, you see
we're not at home
in silo-by-silo
universality,
confusing coincidentality,
poor performing
economicality,
dismal absence
of ecologicality,
teleologically teasing
merely biological We.
If no Earthy EcoSystem,
then no Me.
If no Me, then no exegetical
metaphysical
metamorphical
polycultural
permaculturing Be.
If no Belonging,
then no longing.
If no longing, then no hope
of Belonging.
If no becoming, then not Being
seeing
sensing
souling
solving
resolving
resonating
hibernating
sublimating
en-double-lightening We.
If synapse
were not quite so closely haunted
by relapse
deep learning might be
as boringly unpredictable
as gravity's self-creational
bi-relational
lapse.
When East and West learn to divest
of Othering culture's absence,
as South and North learn to invest
in Other culture's apart-sense,
then PermaCulturing Design
will co-redeem
sustainable We
polyculturing our healthy Planet
polymorphic economics
polypathic ecologic
becoming PolyWealthy Therapy.
Messiahs turn Left
to Rightly Prophet
and CoMessiah Right
to EcoProphesy Left
and back again
to revolution Earth ethics upside down,
with SunGod's cooperative rays on top
of Earth's economically rich
deep pie charts
and global graceful synergy spread wide
warm watery reception,
challenging bi-generic tree-ringed contractions
of grace,
karmic abundance,
a Bun Dance away from narcissistic ignorance
Ego's fancy prance,
of why when we each and all come together,
in love's full climaxing bilateral embrace
we turn our identities future side down
a pace
in this HereNow timely space.
We each come to redeem our Ego investment
born of Earth's long-spun
cosmic fun
regenerating narrative,
double negative binding Identity
creating SuperEco-Normic
sticky Bliss
Is not
Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love
neither alternative could be
me without you
within me
both equivalently
must be
gummy We.
It's not footprints that we should be talking about -
They’re personal – my footprints, bold and giving,
Which shape me, make me me - who I am:
They're not Jesus’s, the king of living.
Your personal history partly determines your life,
Helps you, or makes you want to overcome,
Makes you want to become who you want to be,
Because I'm more than just my history’s sum.
The Jesus that we know is a universality:
Communal, all-knowing and immortal;
But that I evolved and am part of humankind,
Gives me purpose and a rather large portal.
Individual responsibility makes the criminal weep:
His actions are only his, there's no leeway;
It gives the success story her satisfied smile,
At past determination in her disbelieving day.
Existentialism posits we each exist without divinity,
As self-sufficient entities with meaning as your call;
Supernature strokes the ego, fondles the pride,
So just believe in atheism and be relational to all.
In Mary Stevenson’s Footprints poem,
Jesus carries you, with his footprints in yours;
But I think my role-models, physios and teachers,
Along with myself, carried me in theirs!
Where juicy historic purpose fades
and pre-historic
nonverbal
nonviolent sacred meaning
polyculturally creolizes
WholeOpen systemic shade
preserving future health intention
Is where we also find emergence,
consciousness of LeftHemisphere dominance
over RightHemisphere shrouded prominence
of co-relational health/wealth feelings,
Either Positive
Or Negative
and InBetween Non(Negative)
bilateral both/and
Enthymematic co-passion cooperation
antithetically contrasted with violent anti-communication,
like NonZero potential toward quantitative fulfillment
up against Zero Sum closed static emptiness
of anthro-supremacist
PatriarchalCapitalist
monoculturalism against EcoFeminist
polycultural regenerativity,
health positive proclivity
Win/Win bicameral 4Dimensional
prime fractal moments conventional
in lightspeed revolving
ubiquitous ergodic octave spirals
of space/time dynamic reconnecting
re-ligioning health in all
Ego/eco-systemic
integral consciousness
benignly co-spandemic
Inside
personal qualitative health memories
of integrity's vast resonance
with outside
environmental quantitative wealth
of sunshine muse synergetic
fractal cooperative resilience
passionately energetic
Where colonizing historic purpose fades
from pre-historic
nonverbal creolization,
nonviolent sacred meanings
before dualistic desecrated voice
reconsecrated embodied choice
To this day
polyculturally re-creolizing
within WholeOpen Systemic
ego/eco panentheistic
wealthy sacred purpose
LeftHemisphere expansive liberation
and healthy organic meaning
RightHemisphere deep-felt conservation
co-invention
Bicamerally empowering
and enlightening
bifocal fractal
re/pre/anti/un-conscious
creolizing re-ligious colonization,
mystery's historic re-connecting penetration.