Best Webbing Poems
Calendared nature admits
winter has come and gone
and makes no apologies
for lingering chilled moments;
The audacious mendacity of spring
has clamped down a frost-bite
on the wolfing climatic ignorance
of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;
Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
cannot be ignored by seasoned sufferers
and their sinusitis chains of oppression:
Now the winter of our discontent
must yield to a spring’s new awareness.
Here in the quietness
like that of a silent root
growing deep into the earth,
I sit in the womb of my room,
contemplating a tributary
flow of imaging words
from the lexical river of verse;
sending streaming messages
to the belly of starving eyes
Suddenly, and as quiet
as a shooting star
across the sky’s vastness,
a small black spider
eight-track its way across
a clear white wall,
disappearing into liberation
If only our own liberation
could be as swiftly energizing,
rather than like the quiet
slow movement of a full moon
seemingly struggling across the sky,
reflecting the sun’s allegorical message;
albeit its waxing and waning
The sun has always
had that bright symbolism
of resurrection—liberation—
new beginnings;
even though its journey
over valleys, across rivers, seas,
and over hunchback mountains
ends in a down setting
over the ever waiting horizon
While panging venomous verse plots
to distort imagery messaging
in the lexical flow, anti-venomous
discernment, as quiet as a spider’s heart-
beat, opens a floodgate of wisdom
Thus, it is revealed
that each sunset and each sunrise
marks another triumphant day
in the struggle, and despite
the darkness the moon’s waning brings,
there’ll always be bright tomorrows
bringing one closer to the liberation quest
That something as venomous
as a black spider could be,
should initiate the webbing of
the tributary flow of this meandering
hopeful verse, is no less than a mandate
for pregnant poetic minds
to continue to ink the liberating word
Calendared nature admits
winter has come and gone
and makes no apologies
for lingering chilled moments;
The audacious mendacity of spring
has clamped down a frost-bite
on the wolfing climatic ignorance
of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;
Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
cannot be ignored by seasoned suffers
and their sinusitis chains of oppression:
Now the winter of our discontent
must yield to a spring’s new awareness.
Co-empathic passions
like hearts with flowers,
mothers with soft sunny spring shower days,
Develop interdependent webs
of both/and intimacy,
like bodies with loving minds
wrapped around loving partners
and cooperative vocational co-owners,
Regenerating love life
lived win/win optimally well,
like an organic ecofeminist farmer
dancing nutritional poetry in fertile field
re-membering heirloom beauties,
present cooperatively developing family,
present within seeds of future generations
and past polypathic nutrient nurturers,
enculturers of win/win multi-regenerational health.
Upon our ego deathbeds,
this great terminal either/or culminating identity event,
this both/and co-passioning quality opportunity
of left-mind's secularly embodied health
and right-mind's sacred wealth
reconnect with passionate interdependent Others
resiliently mattering most
both/and resonantly intelligent
within Earth's continuously emerging
win/win
health/wealth multiculturing opportunities,
Co-passions inviting imperatives
of flex-stretching both/and attachment
live better lives,
healthier inclusive loves.
Yet
capitalism and patriarchalism
learned by left-brain dominance
where balancing right-brain ecofeminist prominence
could better drive our co-passioning polypathic train
of historic healthing events,
In which win/lose capitalism
invites us to over-invest in ZeroSum competitions
for disempowering Other's co-passions,
rather than inviting reinvestment
in emotive connection,
ZeroSoul timeless inter-relationship
Despite epic nutritional growing years
of oxytocin both/and evolution
to relentlessly nature/spirit quest
yin-belonging
integral intimate organic connection webs,
While Yang's too-autonomous monoculturing supremacy
resists redefining wealthy people
as those healthy enough
to not need either/or left-dominant
ZeroSum ego-identified
anthropocentric predation over Others,
Building a dispassionate monoculture of either/or cognitive fundamentalism
is at radically compassionate both/and odds
with any interdependent organic multiculturing body/mind
secular-biological/sacred-ecological interdependent
EarthMothered identity.
What a web we weave,
When we wear our hearts,
On our sleeve,
For so many people out
Their to deceive.
To make you believe,
That is false and not the
True reality.
People today have a cruel mentality.
The duality of it is
That is it all false!
Many think it is fun,
To toss you to the side.
Because people rather hide,
How they really feel inside!
The boys were laughing
And carrying on with fun
They were entangled
Within a spider’s webbing
A reminder of my youth
Russell Sivey
its gold don't mole
now part of my sole
and it sings
its
MY WEBBING RING
its in the back of my mind
how we sip a glass of wine
lay on the bed
with my head
on your chest
it was a day i'll never forget
it was lover at play
on OUR WEBBING DAY
its that time
to let this love shine
am so gld your mind
together we must stand
here;s my webbing band
time to make
WEBBING PLANS
that day
is comming this way
stay tune
it will be in june
looking for a ring that sing
am your man your my woman
here take my hands
part of my
WEBBING PLANS
after we got in
the night began
our cloth on the rack
and we lay back
and our lover stack
it was a romance attack
the moonlight was right
on our
WEBBING NIGHT