The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
Categories:
excommunication, addiction, anger, fear, happiness,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
She waited
And dimmed
Burning
The setting sun’s a heavy weight
She wallowed
Rotting
Horizon far behind
A heart’s a lover’s lovelorn urn
She endured
Brazen
Tear shaped
Hornets stitched her broken skin
She remembered
Searing
Slow dancing fireflies
Embers sparkling in his eyes
She reached
Frail hands
Chilled stone and bone
Heed hot candle’s shapeless wax
She acquitted
Marauder
Clinical tolerance
High functioning excommunication
She walked
Discerning
A deep cold abyss
To search within and be swallowed
She walked
And waited
And remembered
Ceremonial departure
Categories:
excommunication, betrayal, break up, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
© Francis Maugo
Try not to trust my words;
they're lies that I manufacture to
project an ideal life and
persuade you I'm OK.
Try not to believe my words
For I was once enslaved into
Drinking and drugs.
Furthermore, the isolation
I received from my fellow
Teaching staffs, the excommunication
Stigmatization was the order of the day.
Try not to believe the grin you see;
it's a veneer to hide
burning agony, intense disgrace,
sheer despair.
Its the scars i got from the depression
I suffered.
Try not to get tricked by my chuckling;
it is just a reverberation
of empty internal parts, longing
for faculties to return.
Try not to get persuaded by my lucidity and request;
borne in endeavor to
control the disarray
furthermore conciliate the situation unfolding inside.
Try not to be dazed by
The flawlessness I radiate,
The boldness I counterfeit,
The honesty I fake,
The certainty I wear
For I'm broken into pieces
Categories:
excommunication, deep,
Form: Free verse
Why is music
more emotionally important than rhetoric?
Why is grace-full dance
healthier than verbal prance?
So many public health questions
more important than private answers...
I question why
my faith community
provides sanctuary to legally-challenged immigrants
24/7,
And yet, has not actively opened our sanctuary
to local homeless and health-challenged emigrants from outside places
on Sunday mornings, nine to noon,
and during Wednesday evening choir practice,
and during Tuesday evening Green Sanctuary meetings
about Earth justice
and internal/external environmental-contextual fragility,
and other health challenges
for building multicultural well-being,
faith,
active hope
Resonant throughout this local place
and resilient throughout our global pace
monocultural race
of eco-theological climate space
and nurturing time
Sung in transparent octaves of music
more intuitively significant than rhetorical debate;
one heard cooperatively
and the other spoken to win ego-support
and loss to ecopolitical competitors,
Which is not criminal behavior
yet perhaps worthy of impeachment
and excommunication
for anti-communion behavior.
Categories:
excommunication, happiness, health, home, humanity,
Form: Political Verse
Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.
The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories
Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising sensed re-experience ecosystems,
And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles
Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth's shift
balancing bilaterally twinned TimeFlow
for virtuous universal win/win communication
Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe's perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark...
Categories:
excommunication, environment, feelings, health, history,
Form: Free verse
Gardeners and farmers know better
than to feed and water the weeds.
Psychologists and sociologists agree,
best way to manage an unrepentant narcissist
is to ignore him
and his ego-privileged run-away lose/lose habits,
addictions,
ranting paranoia.
Political scientists might learn from their experience,
we need not further inflame nationalistic cynicism about remaining hope
for global health
through actively impeaching already soiled
and transparently corrupted nationalistic
supremacist behaviors.
Sins meriting excommunication are most likely to implode
from within when not fed
or watered,
when the cameras and microphones simply aren't turned on anymore,
when actively ignored
and shunned by all victims,
prey of encroaching,
marching militaristic weeds.
Categories:
excommunication, garden, health, integrity, mental
Form: Political Verse
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XIX
IF you pull a long plucky face
Even when I-Ee-You let you have your way
Placed no impediment for the divorce
Let you keep key to backstop exit doorway
You yet keep pulling that long stubborn face
Yes you want out when I want you to stay
House in utter disorder your comeuppance
Mary Queen of Scots no tough Liz will obey
If you keep pulling that long war-weary face
What must I do or say your fears to allay
The fault lies squarely on Henry the VIII's mace
Even Papal Borgias did male heirs coolly lay
Yet you keep pulling that long staunch face
Again and again for you Excommunication I delay
You want both : eat cake while pulling a long face
Even Luther would think twice such customs waylay
So if you must pull a long navel face
Build yourself a Wall right round : call it Isles of May
Expel your Blacks and Asians born with jus soli grace
Turn Old Vic plays into Tower Terror bloody display
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 17, 2019
Categories:
excommunication, color, conflict, confusion, england,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Today I watched the children play
in a field across the street
They jumped around chasing butterflies
so innocently sweet
I remember chasing butterflies
on backyard Summer days
fluttering scenes of hopes and dreams
and how it felt to play
But who would teach a child to dream
while winding up a clock
poised to show their time is up
with such alarming shock
Only then to tell them
they were never worthy of
everything they've ever dreamed
and what they learned to love
Imagine the confusion
surely racing through their minds
An excommunication of
the innocent, maligned
thrust into their foreign lands
with little to survive
living through their nightmares
of the dreams they've been denied
D.A.C.A. Americas "Dreamers"
The world awaits our fated stray
will compassion win the day?
Or will we once again display
American values have lost their way?
-Jeannie Minor
Categories:
excommunication, america, betrayal, children, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
The Demon’s Poet
Wander the Earth
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Immortality his burden
Abandoned and alone.
The Demon’s embrace
Excommunication
His fatal kiss
Tortured to the bone.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
April 21, 2017 (Double Dactyl)
Categories:
excommunication, allegory, dark, death, destiny,
Form: Double Dactyl
Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination
Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you
who will only help if you have heaped on adoration
I'm not sharing inside information just a realisation, faith isn't your friend !
did faith cure cancer or stop amputations its very over rated
did it save your relations from cremation and stop the emotional devastation
nope !, faith isn't your friend, It promises to deliver you from damnation ,salvation
yet dare to question and excommunication without no questions
so in summation have nothing to do with faith related observations.
because faith isn't your friend
comp entry 04052016
Categories:
excommunication, bereavement, religion, religious,
Form: Free verse
Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society.
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination.
A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the characteristic of vocation.
To command inhabited Living, to obtain Ledger of human grace,
Aristocrat, Barbarian excommunication, excellence of allocation.
Mom says,’ Son’ go and sleep’ rising Sun brings bounded calculation’.
Intensive, restraint viscosity reliance, consciousness of annihilation,
A grain roaster, provocative nobler, a big bundle of convocation.
Bubbling well being blazed meandering futurist contrivance face,
A winnover shabby, recommital mumpish, a rational versification.
A readymade self imposed Leader fatal solubility calcumination.
Mum says,’ Son, ‘go and sleep, optimist opportunist evaluating eternity’.
Mom never says,’ son, ‘go and fight’ recarnation is a mean formality’.
Categories:
excommunication, caregiving,
Form: Sonnet
Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime
was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle
Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind
Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time
Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind
Low attendance due to hassle
Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
excommunication, social
Form: Verse
My head will explode,
Or so I’m told,
The world is going to end,
Carbon monoxide in our lungs,
Excommunication-
From all that is good,
This is the end,
Or so I’m told,
The world will rain with reign of horrors,
Displaced in a world of our own desires,
Life lovely so lost.
Categories:
excommunication, angst, depression, introspection, lifeworld,
Form: Free verse