Long Abatement Poems
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“share with me, your thoughts when in aloneness
reflecting level of your consciousness”
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As we grow older, have we become wise
Is our each entrée spontaneity
Or thoughts camouflaged behind shifty eyes
Is our flow anger or tranquility
Are our thoughts, words and deeds in alignment
Kind and gentle or in ferality
Desires unceasing without abatement
Nurturing ego borne guilt and regret
Mirrored by fears rooted in attachment
Oh hermit! Love aligned, we stand erect
Vibrant bliss in heart being the summit
16-December-2020
(syllabic Terza Rima)
In psychology and communications theory
We notice experiences of cognitive/affective dissonance--
What an anthropologist might note
as a cultural legacy of cognitive blindness--
epically unfortunate events
And a health therapist
might not notice as a pathological orthodoxy
preventing mere health objects of history
from acting and voting
in our own greatest subjective wealth of multicultures
promoting IdentityHealth resiliently-responsible self-interests.
Like voting for DonaldJohn
if you are in the bottom 99%
of the Not Trumpian Orthodox Healthy and Attractive SuperElite
Or, you are in the 1%
but Not Trumpian StraightWhite EgoCentric Myopic PrivilegedMale.
Orthodox feelings
favoring affective matriarchal change
and cooperative integrity re-acclimations of GoodFaith Circles
and healing revolutions
for restoring natural/spiritual FireCircle justice
Compel multicultural objectives
to continue cooperatively unfolding
and ecologically incarnating
our own greatest
and deepest
and widest theological polypathic health
of eco-polyphonic graced integrity
OutDoor CoPresence
Integrating both PositiveIntegrity development
effecting and affecting NegativeBlindMendacity
inside screaming voice abatement
co-arising dipolar appositional 2020Vision
Prime ZeroZone
Ego/EcoRevolutionary Relationship.
I just had them, they were on my person,
Have you seen them?
They have a keyring of gizmo,
He was my favourite growing up.
The keys opened up so much,
Where could they be?
In a safe I have all precious things,
Gem stones, gold and documents,
Proof of corporeal voyage,
My passport is in there,
I feel stuck here until I find those keys.
There is a small vial in there too with an iridescent grain,
That is my soul.
The keys abandon unmoors aporia drifts of progress.
Have you seen my keys?
My car keys,
I don’t remember where I parked,
I was moving, I just had them,
They were on my person.
I picked up a wayfarer cloaked in dust,
They spoke of vaults sealed,
And the long vigil beside the road of forgetting.
We stopped at that way station,
We needed fuel and snacks.
They are around here somewhere I’m sure, we need to keep moving.
Road signs leading to Eidolon, the city for the Abatement youth.
My house keys were on there,
The little silver one with the teeth like a crocodile.
I’m outside the door and patting down my pockets,
I slap my hips and my bum and my chest,
Mnemosyne’s lapse hides the parts of me.
It’s warm and the sun holds me in embrace,
I won’t panic as I look into the window of the abode,
A sanctum out of reach,
even if I can touch the lock and shout through the letterbox,
I don’t think anyone is home.
There is a small key too,
That unlocks the heart shaped padlock,
I used it to seal my fate.
I knew, even then, it needed sealing.
It needed to be locked so nobody could take it from me,
I kept it from myself because I always lose everything.
This is driving me nuts!
I looked under the carpet and
In the sand,
Traced my steps,
I sat in silence,
The last place I felt safe,
in your embrace, thoughts of the times I turned the key.
Do these keys keep me feeling safe?
Please,
They are here somewhere,
This is exhausting, I need to shut my eyes for a second.
You woke me up with your soft voice,
Eyes close to mine,
It’s time to go,
We can leave it all behind.
The locks don’t matter anymore.
The here & now continuum complete
On an as is where is basis suffused with bliss replete
Caveat being no thought interference
Attention flow unfettered in divine entwined parlance
On relinquishing desire for attainment
Knowing maya conjures illusions without abatement
There remains resident no doer within
Our hollowed out body drawing in divine magnetism
Flowing unresistant in trust & wonder
We embrace, hold & release each pulse in surrender
Free of both anticipation & stagnation
Gently imbibing and celebrating throb of bliss elation
Nestled thus in thought rested silence
Integrated with the divine sublime in playful parlance
We are as we are content & complete
The child within in exuberance each pulse does greet
At Gods lotus feet
04-October-2020
finding ourselves here
awareness self-aware
ensouling form feeble
sensory touch external
our lower mind stirring
found ego urges rising
oft against conscience
throttling our innocence
reinforcing this torture
veiling love hues subtler
until we became dead
going where desires led
in cyclic joy and sorrow
fearful of the morrow
anchored in narrowness
living in stuporousness
over time we did realise
that love never does size
playful non-judgmental
ever vibrant and amiable
aglow moment to moment
in joy without abatement
continuum heart centric
imbibing currents eclectic
simply flowing like breeze
we embrace and release
when thoughts disappear
as waves of bliss spear
magically and osmotically
vivifying form beauteously
representing flow of life
devoid of ego borne strife
getting to this recognition
we opt for polarity rotation
resting thought fragmented
identity driven and limited
releasing flow of attention
in vibrant void of cessation
wherein in childlike trust go
wherever winds of love blow
with no trace of expectation
as also sense of anticipation
welcoming offered surprise
there being no ego to apprise
whereupon one with universe
aligned with the divine verse
thus in but not of this world
innate blissfulness unfurled
choosing to abide in silence
we rekindle loving innocence
as Gods essence boundless
ever entwined with oneness
this earth is our play centre
where in joy we may canter
mind body but an interface
being breathed by His grace
thus no doing need be done
save exiting ego stagnation
fixated not at any coordinate
tranquil in stillness sedate
melding head with our heart
with all one and none apart
is-ness of being-ness bliss
Gods hand continues to bless
05-March-2021
For the moment, we pause needless striving
That dear friends, includes habit of thinking
Shedding fears and guilt needing atonement
Rekindling instead, innate bliss quotient
Shifting into joy stream, celebrating
Life is fleeting, yet struggle unending
Oh hermit, live fully, time’s-a-wasting
Discard the ego urge for attainment
For the moment
Pause to smell the roses, soul uplifting
Smile at the stranger, our hearts expanding
Shift into staid stillness, in contentment
Bliss within renews, without abatement
Is-ness of being-ness scintillating
For the moment
22-February-2021
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
"Crown"
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
From where I stand
my eyes are grass green
silver cut
grass green
sharp and hungry
My lips are persimmon sweet
ripe and dripping words
thick and smooth
like warm honey
My mind is open wide
like your eyes
Blue Sky
sharp
sonar seductive
dark and strong
as black tea
echolocation
bouncing against
your body
wings beating
wet waves
against your hot skin
Wings spread wide
I am Awake
all yours
upside down
Fever rides you
I break you in
wearing your crown
your skin glistening
From where I lay
my eyes are
silver cut
glass green
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o'er my ear like the
sweet sound That breathes upon
a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour..."
Act 1 Scene 1
Twelfth Night
"Enough, no more.
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical."
Upon earth facing adversity
as we are shaped upon the anvil
oblivious to our innate pulse of divinity
we strive and struggle surrendering not will
causing disequilibrium of our serenity
until love divine in heart instils
throb of bliss in continuity
It only seems that way
since fickle attention sways
making ego cravings our mainstay
Feeling thus separate from the source
focusing solely upon personal attainment
we succumb to feral thought patterns coarse
desires spiralling within without abatement
nudging us to resort to the use of force
spewing seeds of discontentment
until love corrects our course
It only seems that way
since fickle attention sways
making ego cravings our mainstay
19-March-2021
It only seems that way poetry contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
What is the green in bending leaves we hear
so clear from all the moment’s parting air.
Could we insert ourselves between that pair
and be where we have always been, yet newly there.
Unconscious beauty will ignore all raptured stare
setting suns indifferent to our adoration’s care,
allowing her flowers to bloom out loud,
applying white of every cloud, to sky of blue.
Allowing paler whispers of a quiet hue
descend as field of stars and cover you.
Free distribution of properties unique,
even in proportion to our breath before we speak,
whether whisked away or held in its abatement,
suspended to the finish of her kiss
then faint back into normal life
away from momentary bliss.