So peace and love era has gone, I remember it was
Ridiculed and forgotten - for the sake of what good, that came later?
What exactly was hindered so much that govt had to impose
Technological hell for the domestication of anything greater?
But how could peace and love interfere with impressive achievements
Of the modern technologies, or the economical dues?
I can’t find a credible answer that really withstands
A simple question above, telling me inconvenient truth
Were political animals so full of s..t that they saw
A deadly threat to the production of conflicts and wars
If peaceful and loving approach will be spreading out more
So they slandered all hippies and those whom they couldn’t endorse
Have a look what achievement we’ve got, what’s the current agenda
Who on earth would acclaim that its what the humanity’s for?
Once they stopped peace and love, now the message returns to a sender:
Those who ridiculed peace, pay our money to ridicule war.
What beauty is heard when a caged bird sings
In its own; sad vanity to be heard
Such; in its own sorrow, sadness it brings
This being; the plight of a lonesome bird
Sending its message; within its own song
Gives its all; hoping you will heed its call
Yearning for freedom; it's where it belongs
Yet sadly: its song is its own downfall
A dream of beyond its own cage is fraught
No such survival beyond it's own bars
Domestication; is all it is taught
In its lack of freedom, carries the scars
But; in its own diversity, it sings
Just so some happiness; to you it brings
Indiana Shaw . . .
("And Dream Of Sheep", 2018, original encaustic)
La La Land
Somewhere out beyond these solid walls
A wilderness howls
While inside dogs lay sleeping
Contented on hearth and couch.
Here domestic bliss rules
A world of kindness and soft play
There the tough and wild ways still hold
A world where dog occasionally does eat dog.
These walls so hard won,
Protecting the soft and kind,
Hold back what we each fear
While yearning to know more.
But you can’t have it both ways
Ways which parted so long ago,
The wild, which will always be,
And a la la land as sweet as we can dream.
(12/31/23)
There are killings,
suffocation in gullet
hell holes, decapitations
by mandibles stalking in shadows,
death pits at the bottom
of slippery throated flowers
and racked on a web,
a struggling moth
slowly turning into soup.
My garden is a slaughter
field littered with the leftovers
from deadly feasts.
And the victims….what
of their inaudible cries,
the screams broadcast
on wavelengths beyond
my ear. Do they plead
for mercy, feel pain
register in whatever
rudimentary brain animates
their brief lives.
Help me ! Please help me !
does the moth cry,
feeling the spiders fangs
penetrate and pump poison
into its trussed body.
Or do I give such
small life undue significance
affording it compassion
when it should be exempt.
But where's the line ?
Size ?
Its propensity for domestication,
its rank on an arbitrary scale ?
The perfumed beauty
of a single flower diverts
the senses and disconnects
attention to the suffering
of small things.
We are blissfully unaware.
Does anyone hear them,
does anyone care,
or does life's little screams
fall into an uncaring nothingness
and if so, then what of our own.
Equal rights for all?
A woman, man and child.
Of opportunity, solidarity thru domestication
Then why? Some are treated as a stepchild.
Equal rights is similar to social injustices, non-alignment,
biased land of liberty and equal opportunity?
From nearby and abroad were seized and transferred without one’s voluntary decisions. Are embracing oppositions, rebellious injustices from the land of Equal opportunity much change and growth is needed.
The tabby slinkily strutted across the yard
fresh kill held loosely in diamond teeth;
a turtle dove, its tiny head bobbing,
to the lazy rhythm of the loping cat.
A flash of pink spangled collar
around a plump, too fleshy neck
bears witness to a home;
domestication of a sort.
Still warm; the feathers barely ruffled
the offering limpidly dropped with pride
onto soft white cushions of a couch
will be repaid with loving words, treats,
a hand gliding along a soft arched back.
The cat, again among familiar things
will guiltless drowse, exhausted
from the day's first kill.
The dove will rot; its putrefying body
trashed among the other scourings.
Two hatchlings with gaping yellow beaks
wait vainly; abandoned, they too will die.
The cat's companion tends the feeder,
enjoying morning birdsong in her garden.
Turtle doves, red-listed birds,
now, three fewer.
Domestication
Politicization rules
Socialization
Rabbits create quickly
fruitful procreation
spurring tender feelings
domestication shared.
I connect with one for
just this dawn, she has birthed
four babies, smack dab in
the middle of my lawn.
March 20, 2020
hostess: Dear Heart
contest: Alexandrines Modified Poetry
With magnetic fascination
akin to domestication
I connect with Ms. Rabbit’s dawn.
Four babies she’s laid in my lawn.
Provoked by supernal emotion
stirred by a sense of procreation
I cancel lawn fertilizer.
Grass cutter? I will advise her.
Unparalleled admiration
drives my kids to affirmation.
They promise to protect new pets
no bikes, baseballs or bayonets.
Deeply compelled, preservation
builds a hutch in exaltation.
Field glasses from my window pane
track nature’s risks: sun, wind and rain.
July 6, 2019
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
for contest FINETUNE THIS, A COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
by Line Gauthier
Magnetic fascination
Kin to emancipation
A connection internal
Stirs emotions supernal
Nature is unparalleled
Provokes intoxication
As we feel deeply compelled
To exalt admiration
A Feral Mind
He had never cared for the herd instinct
drifting toward the forewarned edges
gazing into the eyes of freedom.
Gnawing on the gnarled tufts of generations
following the same rutted paths
shunned by those who thought him “troubled”.
He loathed the domestication of the herd
its mindless mindfulness of rhetoric’s creed
“the herd is more important than your need”.
He asked the wise old owl: “WHY?”
The owl answered only: “WHO?”
His mind, gone feral, knew he knew.
©7/30/2018
for the Feral Poetry Contest
FERAL
Really, I'm normal
The different is my hair long sometimes matted
More jagged teeth longer nails in claws
in a wild state... feral
Escaping captivity and or domestication
Instead of meow, I snarl and roar
"a feral cat"
Resembling a wild animal
Try to catch me place me in a barrel
Feral
fierce, ferocious, vicious, savage, predatory, menacing, bloodthirsty
"a feral snarl"
So what does it mean to be a feral
Wild, unkempt, unclean, angry;
Was once at peace but now in the wild;
Was once at peace but now in the wild;
Could even be a plant but are mainly Animal
Feral
7/29/18
Feral Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Anthony Slausen
People are not born to hate or discriminate
To abuse or to violate,
These acts are taught through domestication
Of powerful indoctrination
And continual manipulation,
Through media, parents and society
It hard to escape this reality,
To find our love and inner peace
At least this is my philosophy
A personal opinion and thesis,
That says if we promote a more positive way
In the same way we see negativity displayed,
That we could manifest and transform people to change
The way they live from day to day,
With positive role models
That don't reinforce fear
This much I believe to be clear,
Where people become less fake and more sincere
The future could be bright and clear,
And that the people of this world could learn to unite
And heal the callous political divides,
That are used by those who rule
To breed a tribal and confused,
Humanity that is not born but bred to hate
Through the use of a brainwashing state
That requires our compliance,
So that it can rule and control
But through change we can return power to the people.
Don’t shoot when
you see a coffee-coated
vessel
Imbued with historical
cattle-prodding,
showcasing a collective consciousness
trampled
Into submission by years
of crocodile tears
and homestead
domestication.
Don’t shoot when
your glass house
is pelted
by pellets of retribution,
Champagne corks long-overdue,
and representation worthwhile.
Don’t shoot when
you see me or we
absorb the scars
Of our mothers and fathers
And make joyful noise
One pellet at a time.
Don’t shoot the messenger.
Like an eagle that preys
Upon a catfish pond
I have an intelligence
Not to hunt in the wilderness
I'd rather exploit the simple
Minded domestication
of people's ignorance.
So materialistic
I can sell you diamonds
When you know children
have died for it.
Sell you shoes
When all it is, is plastic.
Use your plastic
When you've been taught
to pay cash for it
Capitalistic America
will always be the eagle
and you the fish
plucked from a catfish farm
cause you refuse to
acknowledge your own
ignorance.
We all look the same sitting on the toilet
We all look the same sitting in traffic
Nevertheless is nevertheless does
Just because you are on a diet doesn't mean you can't look at the Menu
100% of anything is junk
I am impatient with stupidity
Counter intuitive is counter productive
No one can make u feel inferior without your consent
There are too many people in the world
Wisdom is the practical application of knowledge
Evolution through revolution negating convolution
Some are mine, some are not,
but a cerebral cord, oh yes, they should rought
that full cranial awareness is still upward thinking,
but cranial farts of the masses are snot.
Get with the program get out of your head
and see life's counterparts not measured in dread.
Do something different, skip a life automatic
get off your ass u me and live life pragmatic.
Forego social domestication that has shaped our existenance
and reach beyond to a place of resistance
be who you want to be what you are to be,
and don't settle for less F, the powers at Be.
"Yes"
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