What resiliently exists
has synergetically become together
more than win/lose competitive apart
Win/Win reframed
as future integrity's healing potential
existence,
sustainable experience,
potency for positive resonance,
multicultural cross-creating
and re-creating narratives
Historical regenerative
cultural responsive
co-invested fore-gifted plots
to co-invest
in co-redeeming
cooperative ecopolitical systems.
What cannot exist,
viably persist
prefacing entropic
static
unchanging enthymematic
pre-emptive being
without past integral reweaving
systemic and ecological potential
to produce empowering gifts
To induce grace
to seed
breed regenerative health creation,
Wealth of multicultural creolization,
positive resonant inter-nations
complexly co-invested
nested cooperative fore-gifted sets
of interdependent resilience
Throughout WholeEarth Systems
re-creating
ego/eco-feminists
more rightbrain prominent
re-educators
recycling
reweaving co-redeeming narratives
Repurposing
re-ligioning
re-integrating secular and sacred
re-storied Meaning
CoMediating political bicameral ways
and economic bilateral means.
Categories:
emptive, forgiveness, giving, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
There are new thoughts
Phoenix rising
from the ashes of the old days
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
is a walk on the Wild West side
Gun-slinging strange love dimensions,
old underground frontiers freshly silo demented
It’s a new pre-emptive day
for old-gen mushroom hippies
Shooting fungi bullets up in the air
from their fissure flower guns
Dropping the mystery day psychedelic H-bombs,
watching the stealth fireworks ...
A winter glow that never fades
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
be assembling
the war hawks around the Oval table
Pass martial law,
no more congressional vote
Democracy got the hanging chad Marx rope
Trumped up national security probable cause
triggers the panic protocol
Giving the impotent Republic voters a Caesar
Apathetic dummy crash
the cracked Liberty Bell experimental car —
no more Philadelphia date freedom
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
Fourth Reich theology
New Bolshevik revised history
Pre-emptive strike,
no more Union loyal dissent
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
be Phoenix rising
Old Egyptian idolatry ways
independently witnessed by
a new summer Fourth of July
nuclear winter plumage blaze
Categories:
emptive, dark, political, truth, visionary,
Form: Dramatic Verse
What recently smouldered
now grips to my shoulders
a prickled and frosty forepain,
a pre-emptive breath
while selectively deaf
to the gut contradicting the brain.
No plural demise
from oceanic eyes
could drown my heart ablaze,
my will shall not bend
while I share with a friend
that I would miss your cobalt gaze.
At your side I am taller
but apart I feel smaller
'til I know I will be there again,
you're all I have got
and I need a fresh shot
your toxicity is leaving my veins.
In a few days I'll be yours
and I'll feel restored
negatives will be erased,
it's nice that I care
but I'll hold off to share
I am sure it is just a phase.
Categories:
emptive, anxiety, love,
Form: Free verse
His talk is so inscrutable,
as he preens before the press
in a pagoda pique
Notice the sneer beneath the smile,
taste the bitter words candy coated sweet
Kim Jong
is so nuclear wrong, he says
Only a pre-emptive first strike
will make this Asian problem turn out right
But, shouldn’t diplomacy first be given a try,
to avoid millions of innocents who would die?
Not so, not so ...
my annihilatical words need to be a darker shade of mean,
tweets he with the pagoda preen
What’s the point in having nuclear weapons,
if you can’t make the red button turn green
But, shouldn’t tete-a-tete be the first try,
so our children won’t hear radioactive screams
of another Hiroshima mushroom cry?
It shall be something never seen before, he says
A whole country obliterated,
nuclear graveyard ... Korean peninsula of the dead
But, shouldn’t diplomacy be the first try,
so our conscience won’t hear radioactive screams
of another Nagasaki mushroom cry?
Categories:
emptive, anxiety, death, perspective, political,
Form: Free verse
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Categories:
emptive, writing,
Form: Verse
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong' by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for far off places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity
for honour or depravity,
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
the majesty of dales and hills,
for space may aggravate our ills.
Categories:
emptive, writing,
Form: Verse
EMOTIVE ATROCITIES
an observation
pre-emptive
approach
or so called
‘poem’
discern in silence
your words
that craze the dark
out of me
I concede
you throw out
emotive atrocities
you bare all for all
to see.. but rarely
do you do it for
real
something
about you so
buoyant so...
deceptive
© Kim van Breda—18 December 2015
Categories:
emptive, introspection,
Form: Free verse
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Categories:
emptive, science fiction,
Form: Verse
Angst
when the relationship tanks
Fear
forfeiting all that you've held dear
Uncertainty
heavy fogs covering the destiny
Regret
losing out on your all-in bet
Heartache
turned out to be another flake
False-Hope
clinging on to the last bit of rope
Future
just a synonym of hope, a fancy nomenclature
Lethargic
tired, lifeless, and sick
Sadness
hand in hand with madness
Motions
forsaking the notions
Grief
caused by an emotional thief
Annoyance
unable to avoid their pre-emptive avoidance
Struggle
being stuck in an unpleasant, unbreakable bubble
Pain
unrelenting heart strain
Tomorrow
another day filled with sorrow
Today
everything is indistinct and gray
The Past
the one thing that never lasts
Hell
the place where we just fell
Categories:
emptive, angst, break up, emotions,
Form: List
You
waded through
the dark wounds and found
the snake, which never was;
in the green book.
The
wager was
high. A pre-emptive strike
and you were punished to burn
on the stake for whole life.
It will
hiss, but not
bite. Was it a filial rivalry ?
Ask the moon and the sun.
They will never stand together.
The
avalanche.
A downhill slide of mud and
water.you start hiding behind
the wall. The wall of a crystal.
Satish Verma
Categories:
emptive, art,
Form: ABC
i was just a kid the first time i met him
he borrowed my brand new wrist-rocket
and scampered off into the night, laughing like a ghoul
the sound of two young lovers on a beach, punctuated by howls of pain
the returning of footfalls and mad laughter
he had his fun, now it was time to party
i had no way of knowing this crazy man was to be in my life for many years to come
i had no way of knowing he would help shape who i was to become
he drug us from the beaches of Oregon to the deltas and forests of California
forever altering the path i strode upon
once, he had me and his son dig a 6X6 pit and bury him up to his neck
pre-emptive of him "Nutting up".
we fed him beer and fritos at his request... we unburied him after he came down
There are stories to be told that i cannot tell here.... but alive and fertile in my memories.
one day i will see him again and ask permission to tell some....
But it won't matter..... you wouldn't believe them anyway!!!!!
Categories:
emptive, dedication, friend, funny, humorous,
Form: Narrative
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong' by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for far off places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity
for honour or depravity,
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
the majesty of dales and hills,
for space may aggravate our ills.
*Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
**'through adversity to the stars,' the motto of the Royal Air Force.
Categories:
emptive, history, space,
Form: Couplet
Preparing jaggery from palm juice
the resistance is splashed on face
for the vision of peace. A pre-emptive
trapeze breaks the monotomy of transsexuals.
Intimes of peril the ancient conflict
becomes a broker to fire the night. A ball
of smoke betrays a human failure in
nostalgic days. The intense brown eyes
water with stark fear the incoming
rockets. This war will not end. A conduit
of fierce emotions always identifies the man
with personal faith. No overt blood or sweat
figures it out. Torrents of bullets have
no inclination to halt the wolves. A city
cries. The siren screams again !
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
emptive, art
Form: I do not know?
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Note: Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
Categories:
emptive, space
Form: Rhyme
five,four,three,two,one
coming...ready ..or..not
Categories:
emptive, childhood, war
Form: Imagism
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