Best Territories Poems
Positive mental map messages
contain no more sacred information
than appositional negatives not
not yet space/time body/mind
mediating organic territories.
Linear language 2D maps referee
spacetime's not not 4D-embodied referents
4D ecosystems
of organic co-binary living relationships
loving and leaving sunny days
and dark moist times
and pleasing peaceful co-passionate territories
Win/Win thriving
and Win/Lose surviving
dialectically changing re-collective DNA-fractal maps
as synergetic minds
re-experience dreams
re-ligioning
re-connecting
re-weaving
re-generating
re-creatively crowning neurosystemic 2D map ego-minds
and rootsystemic 4D territorial eco-bodies
Curiously exploring
for a more engaging
healthier
richer sacred song
and organic dance liturgy
Flash mob sacred hopes
resonantly thriving not
not fending off worst mass killing surviving
organically dis-organizing fears
dissonant
dissipating angers
triggering past hate crime win/lose rituals
unfolding Earth's dark and stormy
patriarchally misogynistic
too crown-capitalistic
not not dissonantly degenerative
dissociative memories.
Dark divine messages
neurosystemically passed down
through all Noah Arking maps
flowing through rivers
of fertile blood
and fevered crowning brains
Neural root systems
re-connecting ecosystemic pleasure's passion
for therapeutic win/win sacred mystery
de-connecting ego-organic displeasure's dispassioning
win/lose territorial trauma history
reweaving every divinely mapped polynomial thing
as also not
not any humanely co-relational polypathic territory,
every sacred co-binary referee
2D linear mind,
every organic co-relational referent
4D roundly dialectical body
Our territorial relationship history to love
not EitherWin/Or Lose survival
not mapping Both/And thrival mystery's
win/win re-ligious re-dis-cover.
From Ladakh’s icy edge to Kanyakumari’s golden beach,
India's soul isn’t just a place, it's within reach.
Not just maps or borders, but legends, alive and loud,
A rhythm, a beat, of which every culture is proud.
Tricolour waves —
Mountains, rivers, cities, dreams,
Saffron courage, white truth that beams,
Green hope — grow, spread, in every shadow and light.
From Kashmir’s chill to Kerala’s warmth,
In every whisper, every storm,
Unity sings through desert sands and sea spray,
In the pulse of our hearts, it finds its way!
Punjab’s fields stretch wide,
Where harvests and history collide.
Haryana’s plains, Delhi’s streets —
The past and progress, where they meet.
Uttar Pradesh’s holy rivers flow,
Bihar’s stories, ancient and slow,
Jharkhand’s forests, Bengal’s breeze,
Quiet strength flows with ease.
Assam’s tea, Nagaland’s pride,
Meghalaya’s rain, where spirits reside,
Sikkim’s heights, Arunachal’s streams,
Every corner, a new dream.
Gujarat’s growth, Maharashtra’s lights,
Bangalore’s tech, Goa’s nights,
Karnataka’s coffee, Tamil Nadu’s grace,
Every region leaves a mark, a trace.
Union Territories, hear their call,
Ladakh’s calm, Andaman’s thrill,
Puducherry’s French twist, Tamil blend,
Every wave whispers, every corner bends.
Daman and Diu’s coast,
Dadra and Nagar Haveli’s quiet post,
Lakshadweep’s blue, a piece of the sky,
Andaman’s echoes, where history won’t die.
India! Not just a name—
It’s a stand, a song, a flame!
In mountains, plains, and oceans deep,
This dream, this hope, we always keep!
From Rajasthan’s forts to Gujarat’s sands,
From West Bengal’s sunrise to coastal lands,
Every state, every heart, every land —
We rise together, hand in hand!
India! Not just a nation —
A sensation, a creation, a vibration!
In every soul and every beat,
India’s legacy can’t be beaten!
Our past, our present, a bright path,
A future built with endless might.
In this journey, vast and grand,
India thrives, together we stand!
India! Not just a place —
But grace, courage, an eternal embrace!
From every corner, through every tide,
Our unity will never subside!
India stands,
India roars,
A legacy that forever soars!
LORD, I humbly greet Thee who got me up, gifted me another DAY
God in THREE PERSONS: Father, Son, Spirit, I love Thee as YOU first loved me
I have a prayer list, and "P" countries, for YOU Creator, Sustainer, HEALER
Yet, "adoration" is the FIRST STEP (one way to PRAY) using "A-C-T-S"
The letters, not the word, "A" for adoring Him, God IS (Love) & LORD of lords
The "C" is for confession of sins. Then "T"hanksgiving and "S"upplication
I intercede, Abba-Father, for peoples in LOCKDOWN - quarantine as The virus
Called the common "Corona," a "garland" with aura, but what a CRISIS
Fear is everywhere, we rebuke it in Jesus' name, to Him we are most dear
Bless the global family, islands to former empires - in this Crisis together
Today, especially for P nations, states, territories in the UN ("first" is PALAU)
LORD the needs are so many, & there are "occupied" territories, even by UN
Help patient Panama & Philippines, proud Poland, Portugal, Paraguay, Pakistan
I learn from Jesus, Love & forgive, before offense. Pray for all His Creation
Shalom, shalOM, AUM, salaam, peace, pace, paz, vrede, eirene, shanthi Om!
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet
Boko haram terrorists
Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!
A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!
It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.
North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.
Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.
Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”
What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …
sometimes i howl at every palpitation of your heartbeat
sometimes i growl at every word that you do not hear due to cell phone asbestos
i cringe when you put things in places where cannot find it
i binge when you build a wall between you and the affection in which i crave
when all colors fused
i remember the waterfalls when they were creamy
when all juices blended
i remember the rolling hills when they were dreamy
the aftermath of the beforehand merges in between because they can
the innovations and relations inspire many due to the unique form of elation
the chaos dissipates and the birds chirp to that song by bobby day
it makes me want to slide to the left and push all negativity to the right of dismay
another days goes by and i am dizzy from wonder and awe
how lovely it would be if i could suck the cherry flavored part of life through a straw
i guess i'll go to my office now and skinnydip in the plastic bubbles of my imagination
until my friends acscend from the pen again, i'll continue to reluctantly sin until i win