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One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.
Vulture; brazen carnivore, perched high atop the tree
waiting, just waiting, to swoop down for his opportunity
to pick the bones of something or someone he wishes dead
and all the while he roosts and waits for his daily bread.
Nasty black-eyed bird of prey, your ego is fat with bloat.
Hide your cause beneath your claws, on yourself you dote.
Stay on the highest branches of the timber where you judge
but cast your glance behind before another gives you a nudge.
How dare you look upon the ones who's intentions are good.
How I wish to cover your demeaning raven head with a hood.
You snicker and you sneer, but nothing of worth do you bear?
Sink your claws onto paper; let others judge you, if you dare.
Glare until you've had your fill. Cry foul if you will not abate.
No more will your dastardly disguised scorn upon me grate.
Caw out your tale, as did Poe, of the striking rights you defend.
You wanted the last bite of flesh; you got it. Now it's the end
I see yonder
A storm gathering on the horizon
And the wind tightening its belt
to show its might
over the land and the sea.
I could feel it in my bones
The chill that numbs
your body, your mind,
As I lay on the good earth -
Forlorn, spent and lost,
Enduring the elements of Nature.
Over me is the foreboding sky,
And snuggling beside me
to get some warmth
is a stray dog for company.
Caught between a looming storm
And the savage sea,
Like an abandoned ship
I toss and sway
and couldn't steer myself ashore.
Like in a dark tunnel
I wait it to abate
to catch a glimmer of hope,
I wait
for a solitary star to shine
And show me the way!
For Russell Sivey's Contest: Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
04/22/2013
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Desire for that kiss to reach soft lips that wait
Let your masculine hands lovingly stay
Cling to your tender lips, blow a parfait
Knowing that only herein the heart dictates
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Landing upon lips filled with desire today
Contemplate the mood of our hearts, fixate
Let your masculine hands lovingly stay
Let it rest upon sensuous lips fillet
Moist, tender expressions do not abate
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Catching it with an anxious heart that prays
Now upon this hour, to my soul mate
Let your masculine hand lovingly stay
Linger gently on those sweet lips always
At any time ready for our love to convey
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Let your masculine hand lovingly stay
Written: February 06, 2016
Inspired by: Valentine Villanelle Challenge
Our thinking disease
cause of our unease,
gripping us in trance;
piquant circumstance.
To reclaim souls bliss,
the here, now and this
is all that matters
sans thought flow chatters.
When musings abate,
in a restful state,
we’re poised in the void,
no longer decoyed.
Standing thus erect,
bliss rises unchecked,
like a benign burn
in mind-body urn.
Resting thoughts nimble,
complex made simple,
simply being still,
surrendering will.
Head-heart hand in glove
invokes divine love,
transforming our soul,
making us feel whole.
Oh hermit, know this,
our essence is bliss,
felt as magnetism
in our body prism.
21-January-2023
FOCAL POINT
should we focus on his nude frame -
so muscular, so prominent,
private parts an extension of his serpentine scarf
or the ruddy lyre,
with its cheeky color,
plucked by rapturous fingers
or the unbridled wildlife,
pointed precariously
at pulses of vulnerability,
sensuous and sadistic
the pink flamingo,
ready to cobra-strike
at his curvy buttocks
the king of jungle lore,
ready to take his namesake,
to render him an eunuch
the wart-ridden crocodile
breathing on his achille’s tendon,
prepared to wrestle him to the ground,
as this god-like man’s potency slips away
remaining calm, his finger psalm
lingers. he waits for the danger to abate
perhaps this harp of hell, must continue
on and on, unrelenting
his suit of flesh, perfectly manicured,
never to touch another virgin
he bows, his self-erected shame
immortal, in pain
10/10/2017
Poems that paint a picture - 4
Sponsor: Silent One
I stand, utterly hollow and alone.
Staring and wondering if he'll phone.
Why is it he has this hold over me?
Why can't he just leave me be?
One minute, I think I'm over him,
then all those thoughts and feelings begin.
The biggest part of me knows we can't be together,
but then I remember, we vowed it was to last forever.
I think of the name calling, and him being so vile.
Then here comes the happy memories followed by bile.
My throat burns, from the bile and from the pain.
A lump, stuck there as the tears fall like summer rain.
How does one get over the hurt and betrayal?
He's nothing at all like his first portrayal.
I thought he was loving, kind, and an honorable man.
Was his facade all part of some cruel, sinister plan?
How can you ever put your heart out there again?
I can not begin to tell you how heart wrenching its been.
I feel sorry for him, that he has to put me down.
Its the only way he can make himself feel renown.
I just wonder when the pain will start to subside.
I truly don't know how much longer I can stay on this ride.
One part of me still loves him, for I am still his wife.
The other part, can not keep putting myself through the strife.
A husband and wife are expected to go through dissension.
Love shouldn't have to be this hard though, its too much tension.
How do you say good-bye to a man you love and equally hate?
I never thought I would feel the love I have for him abate.
I fear a divorce is in order, as I do not feel he will ever change.
Its not like for the last two years we haven't been estranged.
I wish I could say that I want to wish him all the best.
But I don't since he's left this ragged, raw hole in my chest.
I know that's not the ladylike way to be.
However, you have no idea what he's done to me.
I once tried to see the best in people, and love fierce.
Well, with his coldness, my heart did he pierce.
I can only hope to one day, heal my broken heart.
He should be ashamed, for tearing my faith in love apart.
But I forgive him for all that he has ever done.
You see, it is I who will be the bigger and better one.
I only hope I can one day try my hand again at love.
And I hope its him that I will no longer be thinking of
Obdurate goat tangles rough knotted rope
Stuck beside shadowy friend, Silky Oak
Hedonistic prisoner capricorn, cheap trope
Ethics remain riddle, morals mere joke
Towered timber utters truth in its creak
Canopy clapping hands crush recollection
Billion fingered Silky Oak, silver limbs oblique
Obscure overlooked sins, a whispered detection
Keeps capricorn unkempt, tethered to trunk
Smooth curled horns apply keratin to bark
Scaffold of decency rubbed back, defunct
Gloss of molestation, shamed oblivion hark
Hefty hormonal avenger of societial conform
Ediface eroded by wiles of willful exhibition
Tortoiseshell taupe noxious horned capricorn
Weapon wield deposit encircles oak, dark depiction
Mirror denies texture, mirthful obstreperous ignores
Shine diminishes structure, erect neck narrow
Malnourished foliage, goat's gritty diet implore
Capricorn's carnal gyrations abate, restore marrow
Fractured cracked tenacity, tree's foreboding scream
Matchstick snap collages goatman gonzo in debris
Collapsed capricorn of devilish demeanour obscene
Scruple niggard gruesome morbid marauder buried
22nd August 2021
Written for Contest : This Or That Volume 6.
Tethered To A Moment
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Bliss elation within, so intimate
Felt vividly, as purring ignition
Rapture divine, that never does abate
Plunging us in all time meditation
There is no mistaking the sensation
All nodes in form, to the rhythm gyrate
In stillness we imbibe the transmission
Bliss elation within, so intimate
Love in love for love alone, needs no bait
This mind body, becomes a play station
Ecstasy handed to us on a plate
Felt vividly, as throbbing ignition
Ego recedes, life a celebration
Our childlike innocence, then opens all gates
Our bliss trance thus, in continuation
Rapture divine, that never does abate
Purity of being, with our heart chaste
We dwell in vibrant void of cessation
Thoughts rested, ends all lower mind debates
Plunging us in all time meditation
Know hermit, our soul yearns for ascension
Let us be still, though we can co-create
Until ceases, ego agitation
We abide then, in tranquil calm sedate
Bliss elation
27-February-2021
FROM the very day we met,
you've kept me wondering,
what really makes you beautiful.
Your sparkling eyes,
like stars in the night,
glistening with a hint of mischief and light,
draw me in,
leaving me spellbound and in awe,
wondering what secrets they hold,
what wonders they saw.
Your hair,
like a crown of natural coils and kinks,
framing your face with beauty that always winks,
falls in gentle waves around your shoulders,
a sight that makes my heart race.
Your smile,
like the first ray of sun on a misty morn,
fills my heart with a warmth that will never be gone,
radiating joy and love,
and all that is pure,
a beacon of hope that forever will endure.
Your touch,
like a gentle breeze on a summer day,
sends shivers down my spine,
in a beautiful way,
a sensation that leaves me longing for more,
a feeling that I will always adore.
And when we kiss,
oh, the magic we create,
a passion that is impossible to abate,
your lips,
like the nectar of a thousand flowers,
a taste that lingers on my tongue for hours.
In your embrace, I find solace,
a sanctuary where all my worries cease,
lost in the moment,
I am forever yours,
enraptured by the beauty that my heart adores.
A beauty beyond words,
a wonder to behold,
a love that's worth more than diamonds and gold.