Best Repurpose Poems
Fractals.
Spawn of iterating quadratic functions.
Choreographers of cosmic conjunctions.
Impervious to human dysfunctions.
Makers of multiverses. Encoders of creations.
Limited only by imaginations.
Recursive. Coercive. Immensely immersive.
Purveyors of poetic creative cursive.
With formative fractals you’ll melt your mind’s shackles
and be anywhere that you may want to be.
You can form fractals to your own reality,
and make anything in the sky or the sea.
You can even repurpose them to poetry …
Yes, if
fractals were dactyls they’d flow off the page,
whirling and twirling, sublime.
Freeing us, being us, thoughts disengage,
teasing and pleasing with rhyme,
reaping the rhythms of time.
From mundane equations that yet yield complex
repetitive patterns that please and perplex,
come fractals so beautiful in all respects.
Constructors of coastlines and snowflake concerns,
foundries for forests, and feathers, and ferns,
the deeper you dive they have more twists and turns.
Generators of patterns, like veins in a leaf,
and the branches of trees, shapes of every motif.
Look around, everywhere, there are fractals, good grief!
From the large to the small and still smaller they flow,
simple patterns repeating, yet different, you'll know
that there’s just no escaping the great fractal show.
So, let’s face them, embrace them, we’ll host history.
Let us master them, plaster them, I guarantee:
merge your mind into fractals, you’ll set your soul free.
Reconstructed 3/22/2021, for the FRAGMENTS OF VERSE Poetry Contest, sponsored by John Lawless
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
STUFF IT!!
Want IT! Gotta have IT! Need IT!
Can’t be the only one without IT!
I’m entitled to IT!!
In ten years I’ve gone through 15 “phones”,
amassed a collection of 35 pairs of shoes and boots,
joined the recycling and environmental clubs,
put solar panels on my roof, and a fire pit in my yard.
I ride my bicycle to the golf course and Yacht Club.
WHAT!!! YOU SAY I DON’T NEED IT!!!
I should downsize, outsource, repurpose
the box I think I think outside of….
Stop being the source of high end pollution
at both ends – creation and destruction.
Where will we put the flotsam and jetsam of our lives??
How about in the proper recycling containers,
finding some place where they can be reused, repurposed.
The next time you Want IT!
Gotta have IT!
Need IT!
STUFF IT!!!
6/10/2015
For Stuff Contest
Cooperation is
about potential of relationship,
for equitable integration,
maybe even some healthy co-arising assimilation,
correlation
co-relations.
Cooperatism is about investing our healthy time
in ourSelves
and each and every EarthBound Other
Earth’s vast loving health potential,
evolving
revolving
dissolving
involving
divesting
investing
infesting
While Capitalism is also about wealth-investing our money,
commodities of sacred Earth's equivalent value,
net-working anthroprivileged resources
and ecosystemically synergetic assets,
Earth’s therapeutic regenerating AnthroMind/EarthBody balance,
political and economic cooperative
perennial revolution of healthy climates, of course,
but recovered
re-involved
re-connected
re-ligioned through polyculturing/multiculturing
resilient/resonant true-health EcoLogic
wherein Earth’s longing to repurpose
greets sublime AnthroErotic coital co-redemption.
Capitalism, divested of its Cooperatistic Political and Economic Evolution,
is a sad reminder
of AnthroSupremacist wealth v. poverty
over-industrially militarized
divestment from permacultural eros roots
Neurosensory win/win reiterative health
versus
win/lose 0-sum pathology
Capitalism, divested of Cooperative Models and Theorems of ReGenerative Developmental Creolization,
is a suffering suboptimizing reminder
of Capital's integral potential
when re-invested through natural/spiritual
EarthBody/AnthroMind
Cooperatism’s co-binary
vast health wealthy potential
politically resonant within
as economically resilient without.
Wealthy republican capitalism
healthy best re-invests
in healthy democratic Cooperatism
as light is drawn
toward Earth's revolutionary recircling.
Capital feeds agapic cooperatism
as wealthy AnthroMinds
erotically co-engage
healthy political
sacredly integral
EarthBodies.
Much like a lucid ambient layer—
I find myself floating down to the surface
Into the stratosphere without a care—
Projections about which I cannot repurpose:
Into my own inevitabilities;
Into the oxygen which I cannot breathe.
I sing the shifting dirges of stars
And the pragmatic proselytism
Of the rapists, of reapers and preachers.
But all of them so far have bled the same
And so many more will scream out my name
And none shall suffice as succinctly as
The one who hath passed her judgment
So fast. Posthaste I declare her dead.
Climate Change – Do you Care
Reduce
Reuse
Recycle
Most of us already do, so I applaud all of you
Repair
Regift
Repurpose
We should also do, as there is no need to always renew
Rethink
Review
And Redo
We must remember to include, to make sure we keep doing the do
Most of us have more than enough stuff
So, it shouldn’t be that tough
To give some of them up
It might just then be enough
If we all follow the R’s above
To secure a future for our World
Where those that follow us can tell
That We All Really Cared as well
DAMO
Lead me home,
Away from these fires
And compromises of dreams inside,
Still existing, slowly deteriorating
Make no mention across
The boardroom desk of a
Yearning heart. Bad form.
Bloody up the forecast.
Wipe clean the plate
For the next green leathered occupier
To present their return on no investment.
Earnings after taxes, depreciated.
With composed discharge,
Diminish the minions.
Walk away from the policy
And procedure of souls seeking comfort
With tiny voices,
Terminate and restructure, build and repurpose
In a careful edit.
Blind copy coconspirators, then press send.
Feed the lion the monthly meat
And while he gorges, hunt for more.
Until you are served up.
Dear Franklin St. Four,
We have not met
but, no,
I'm not hoping to take money
or assets
away from you.
Quite the contrary.
Your rental building,
with four residential second and third floor units
above a first floor store front
is for sale--
and the seller knows nothing about this communication.
You could buy your building together
for no more
than your current rents--
probably somewhat less.
I'm hoping you will decide to buy your homes together
and repurpose your shared first floor space
for a Cooperative Dreamers Cafe
with child care during the day
and after-EcoSchool interns
for healthy cooperative evening recreation,
skill-sharing,
writing and song and dance,
ecotherapy repair and design and entertainment projects,
permaculturally designed
to share in this
your cooperative ZeroZone CoHousing Cafe.
Why would I care?
What's in this for me?
I am a retired Permaculture Designer
recently relocated to Norwich
and certified to mentor Green STEM projects.
I'm looking for ways I can help,
especially in your town center area
and especially now that I don't need to charge fees
for facilitation
of cooperatively-owned health and nutrition integrity projects.
So, if you are interested,
I would recommend
reading Permaculture Opera,
which will tell you far more
than you might truly care to know
about my family and me
and our therapeutic journey into this great transitional day
and cooperative-growing time.
If you buy it
on amazon.com
then my royalty share
will help support this project
should you all four choose
to move cooperatively forward.
But, I can also loan you a copy
or you can read all in it
and far more
for free
at www.gdill52.com.
With springtime hope
and resonant regard,
Gerald 0-Liver, PDC, MPA, MDiv
If we want to improve our shared climates,
and our interior, more guardedly intimate and vulnerable,
climates,
then we best cooperatively manage our nutritional/toxic landscapes.
Annual planning by individuals and families
seldom hopes to regenerate ecosystemic climate health,
but can realistically engage in discernment of healthy landscapes,
interior and exterior.
Combined and shared within a healthy democratic culture,
our cumulative ego/ecotherapeutic intent,
planning,
implementation,
evaluation
are our best cycle of hope and positive multiculturing faith
toward global climate health,
and not so much internal/external pathology.
To fully embrace a gift,
especially those inherited from our Elders
and perhaps still accessible for our children
and their children,
is to invite our climates and landscapes as sacred ecological grace
and also to accept responsibility
for gifts uses,
maintenance and repair,
eventual repurpose,
recycling any degenerative waste produced
as a questionable gift
for Earth's next generation of interdependent species,
and the next...
for how many generations?
Gifts, like sacraments, bring gratitude
for changing new authorities over resources,
nutritional flow of opportunities
but with a potential risk of responsibility
for contributing to our children's toxic waste stream.
A principle of Permaculture Design
endorses planning from broader spacetime pattern
of spring through winter climates
and back to spring again patterns first,
then look more closely
deeply in to more specific landscape networking details
of regenerative authorities
inherited from Elders
and degenerative responsibilities,
healthy production flows
and unhealthy waste streams
left to and for fragile future new-growth regenerators
and vulnerable degenerators.
Which is why,
contrary to what my grandfather advised,
I am learning to look even gifted horses
in their mouths
to count the landscape costs
and to appreciate climate details
of healthy horsepowered teeth,
devouring and recreating sacred ecosystems,
regenerative and decomposing change.
We have to Rethink
what our choices are
so we can choose
life that doesn’t stink
We have to Refuse
our single use mentality
with all our ability
making sure we defuse
We have to Reduce
all of our consumption
to stop our destruction
with absolutely no excuse
We have to Refurbish
everything that we make
or nature will bellyache
grumbling with human rubbish
We have to Repair
before replacing with new
so the garbage spew
is not in despair
We have to Repurpose
for all our productivity
to not feel guilty
in our climate crisis
We have to Recycle
for our last action
with a strong interaction
for all life’s survival
The toy boxes empty, and yesterday's thrills
Are buried together in mountainous hills
I still so remember the virgin land sweet
They deemed it would hide all that treasure discrete
And way back, I think around bout '67
Began hurling trash there,
Now a hill mounts toward heaven
Many a purchase, many a thrill
Couches, and washers and toys in that hill
Purchased with sweat and such toil of a brow
For loves sake, for Holidays purpose allowed
All of that love, so much hard-earned cash
Forgotten, forsaken in hills full of trash
And so in my lifetime I watched the hill grow
Blocking the sunset that we use to know
A million sweet scents from that desert once rose
Now the air smells of refuse, and much trash disposed
As Christmastime comes with her visions serene
The lights in a twinkle on the evergreens
Casting our eyes to the dear Saviors Birth
May we remember God's gift of our earth
Repurpose, creating our gifts for loved ones
A gift of an Earth to our future grandsons
A gift of clean air and pure sparkling waters
To all of creation, and our future daughters
A pure wish for merry, though we've less cash to spend
The truest of love lasts beyond our lives end
Merry Christmas is coming, may we choose to pay
It forward for Earth's sake and much brighter days
Where did life come from?
asked Winter, of gratitude.
Who and what and where do life-systems become and belong,
rehabilitate
and repurpose
and redeem?
asked Spring, of hope.
Where does live fly away from evil,
and where together,
synchronized swimmers in a coincident sea?
asked Summer, of faith.
How did Live/eviL Tao get here, again?
asks Fall, with incarnating grace,
winnowing harvest's rehabilitating outcomes,
regenerating,
equivalent redemption,
repurposing economic mindfulness.
Each life,
and all life,
all time and space,
our synergetic ReGenesis Project.
How are yours coming along.
on your Beloved
Make Live--Not evil
Community Calendar?
Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat
particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous tit for tat
promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of Dead Poets Society
screeching like a wildcat
signaling resumption, sans
war between the states recruiting
every able bodied proletariat
after well nigh one
hundred fifty four plus years,
which repurpose sing reformat
might transform mine
humdrum friggin existence
into one enviable secretariat,
where these ears will
hear constant ratatat,
when bombardiers din
temporarily doth pause
scampering atop rampart
analogous to polecat
espying the freshly minted "enemy"
unconcerned if maneuvers induce pitapat
cuz resumption of battle will drown,
this weasel granted leeway within Union
Schwenksville, Pennsylvanian nonfat
spry old man confident fighter
despite civilian life
extant, viz noncombat
acclimated to rustic/primitive conditions
honest to dog abode comprised
thatched hut housed within mudflat
only during rainfall rigging
makeship shower plus laundromat
counting lucky stars kismat
blessed without necessity
to whip out handy dandy hemostat,
thus yours truly ready for action
quite content nsync
within no man's land habitat
linkedin with nearest battalion via
microchip embedded within
noggin rock solid as hardhat
genetically modified lest
Johnny Rebel lob brickbat
also on lookout against
swampy hungry creatures,
thence I will thrust
these lovely bones akin to acrobat.
What would your therapeutic family do
with an extra eleven hundred thousand?
A surplus donated beyond perennial operational expenses
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
and burying and repurposing nutritional death.
First,
Let's invite co-investors to take back ten percent;
a million will do peacefully fine.
I would take the first hundred thousand
to build an outside classroom,
a green sanctuary,
an outdoor cathedral
accessible to all our neighbors
to stop in
join our song and dance
then move on about their day
Or stay
to re-invest Earth-healing lifetimes
of interdependent democracy together,
liberal in unboundaried love,
conserving our most robust ecojustice investments
to enrich deepening yin
and widening yang
eco-villages,
and internal ego-sanctuaries
for healing past climate degeneratives.
One day
we'll decide to co-invest a long weekend
for cooperatively budgeting
how we will reinvest our remaining nine hundred thousand
in ourselves
with our neighbors
our network of eco-faith communities,
our international confederacy of tribes and species,
residential
and share-ride commuter communities
To repurpose our existing infrastructures,
our cooperatively owned and managed communication systems,
liturgical nutrition systems,
healthcare giving and receiving networks,
nutritional wealth co-investing secular guilds
and sacred unions
to not just pray for resilient energy democracy
and future trust
and love of contagious beauty
sung and danced
planted and harvested each re-springing EarthDay
and every secular/sacred
natural/spiritual
egalitarian/interdependent
ego-healthy/eco-wealthy
sublimely incarnate night
of neurological enspiriting repair
Projects redesigning ego/eco-therapeutic communities
with an extra eleven hundred thousand
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
unburying and repurposing nutritional integrity.
Resiliently healthy ego identity
emerges from a lifelong process
of interdependent ecosystemic individuation
As LeftBrain verbal dominance
historically emerges
from multiculturing RightBrain synergetic feelings
Unchanging physical being
frames embodied transubstantiating
creolization processes of becoming co-acclimated.
All or Nothing dogmatism
arrests incommensurable divides
between naturally embodied ego health
and spiritually minded ecosystemic wealth.
Win/Lose leftbrain stuck
seeks rightbrain alliance
toward healthy Win/Win unstuck freedom
constrained by co-arising dipolarity
Such as deductive and reductive thoughts
left hemisphere verbalized;
Inductive and conductive feelings
right hemisphere non-verbally felt
Unchanging autonomous Ego
in win/lose evolutionary worldview
gestalt
opens and/or ecosystemic healthy co-acclimating
progressive views of natural/spiritual Earth-habitat
Created of and for win/win revolutioning life
death
relife
repurpose process
multiculturing views
of organic EarthTribe's compassionate communion
communication
Global restorative justice
and peace communities
When secularized,
fundamentally severed from sacred Earth
spirited
processive
permissive Nature.
Sensed space
is to embodying processes
of dynamic transporting Time
is to changing
processing
democratically co-empathic
inside/outside bilateral Mind
ego/eco-revolving Earth's seasonal revolutions
of transportive spiral SpaceTime
Bilaterally eradiating through disembodying space
surrounding out transportive
transcendent SunLight
of solar evolving systemic
sublime-Time
within universally emergent Space
without insufficient uniting Time
For co-laterally changing healthy compassionate
embodied space/time Minds
in sensory-spaced humane bodies
Of incensed EgoSpaces
are to constrained embodiment
as dynamically transporting EcoSystemic Time
is to spirally co-arising healthy
freeing Change.