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The CoOp featured Women and Families
and their Matriarchal Allies,
often LGB and/or T,
and even some curiously queerer,
but not meaner
in appropriate demeanor
regardless of habitat
and camouflage
and costume,
ready for a folksy ball,
come as you neighborhood are
at Three Sisters CoOp.
The Corn Sisters
first brought their good news gospel,
Christian straight through bisexual,
standing Yangish tall.
To conjoin the Bean Brothers and Sisters,
enslaved in wombs a bit too much longer
than their corny deep green sisters,
yet rich brown and red
and forest green ready
to sprout and reforest spiral,
devouring,
yet digesting appropriately just right,
what Corn could carry and bear,
before producing their Bean creolizing
jazzy song and dance performers;
sultry street reformers
resting on a corny stalk of Yang.
Pumpkin spreading shade Earth Allies
grow across the CoOp's neighborhood,
incorporating spiritual
and natural nutritions
to feed a hungry matriarchal-patriarchal world,
rich with integrative nutritional potential,
deep with CoOp integrity
to reweave,
reforest,
Three Sister CoOps,
wherever humanity blooms,
not bleeds so much,
as and where planted,
in and out,
up and down,
back and forth
TaoTime reweaving.
A Great Transitional bean-brother
and sister
stood to take the lunch microphone
first opened up this day
to say:
If you look at a flat picture of a three-sprout braid,
it looks like oppositional Yang and Yin
are bilaterally weaving in and out
in Hypostatic Union
universally alone.
Yet that same three-dimensional braid
when felt and looked at
from at least all three-sides,
unveils a secret wu-wei Trinity
of TaoTime,
a braid for Sacred Corn
as FatherSun,
a braid for Natural Beans
as Holonic Cooperative Flowing-Spiral Spirit,
a braid for MotherEarth
Squashed Down Folks and Species
spreading lovely shade and reforesting projects
and cooperative programs,
economically and politically discouraging competing weeds
while splattering growing psychologically complex rain
where it best absorbent falls.
But, which nutritional strand is which
depends on you,
the ecopolitical view you listen to most Yang-Yin deeply,
as written in sweetgrass braids
of each Three Sisters CoOp.
Dreamers of Dreams
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
~
Images living through altered consciousness
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Distortions within space of timeless events
Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
~
Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
Breath filled Angels of harmonics humming
Creation awaits upon celestial sailing seas
Imagination of paths through eternal keys.
...in reverse
Imagination of paths through eternal keys
Creation awaits upon celestial sailing seas
Breath filled Angels of harmonics humming
Death opening doors amongst dreams coming
~
Portions parallel admits mysterious segments
Distortions within space of timeless events
Stages changing forever falling bottomless
Images living through altered consciousness
~
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds.
...in reverse and backward
Dreams of Dreamers
Keys eternal through paths of imagination
Seas sailing celestial upon awaits creation
Humming harmonics of Angels filled breath
Coming dreams amongst doors opening death
~
Segments mysterious admits parallel portions
Events timeless of space within distortions
Bottomless falling forever changing stages
Consciousness altered through living images
~
Brewing fluidly firing neurons are absorbent
Moving eyes rapid are deceived and dormant
Reminds raging lives in awakenings torturous
Minds microcosmic of realities incongruous.
Aug.28.2018
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Not for any contest
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Silent One...in response to the recent passing of his Grandfather...and to my Mom, who passed away last Oct...may they always live in our dreams...
...I don't know if this form exists or if it's even acceptable...but is very challenging and fun...just for the heck of it...I'm calling it...a 360 Double Helix Reversible...if you have another title, please soup mail me...love & light... ^WW^
Do you wonder about what I do look for in a partner
Sure, sure, I will tell you what, in a man, I do prefer
My dream man needs to keep me happy, why such is so easy
For that he would need not any pill of ecstasy
He would just have to be made of some specifications
My dream man would firstly have to be in love, yes, he should
Else, why would I even care to be a part of his world
A man in love is a faithful one, a trustworthy one
A man in love is an understanding one, a tolerant one
A man in love shall never ever make me feel like I am all alone
My dream man would need to be open in mind, in ways,
Yes, for with him I would love to enjoy great discussions on essays
Essays pertaining to life, religion, politics, even after life
Yes, a man open in everything does be intelligent
In him, I should see for my soul, a sort of absorbent
My dream man would need to accept my flaws
I am made of many, why, I have suffered so many blows
Yet, I still do strive to pretend that I am made of perfection
Yes, such is I believe for me, the best option
For life, here in this world, is just for a time, just for a while!
My dream man would need to let me be free
Mind you, I do know where my limits do be
But I thrive not in captivity
I thrive rather, in freedom
Yes, I thrive, in loving and reciprocal freedom!
My dream man would need to be made of faith
Yes, he would need to accept that my heart does belong to the skies
Holding hands, both of us, would strive to rise
Always by being pure in morals, in standards
Always by aspiring for more rewards
Yes, these are the obligatory qualities of the one who does wish to be my partner
Mind you, such a man, I believe shall not make me suffer
Together, we shall learn to tame ourselves
Together, we shall heal ourselves,
Yes, together, we shall make of love a haven!
Do you believe you are made of such
Pray, then, come,
We shall try to find where does love come from
Yes, we shall write a new story
One which shall be remembered as long as life shall be!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
10 June 2015
Poetry Contest : The Interview
Judy Konos
One step closer to finishing the project,
The deadline is fast approaching,
and it has to be perfect.
Working hours after hours not to fall behind,
The family is eating dinner—another night without Mom, no need to remind.
Keeping an eye on the clock, eight o’clock is approaching;
The boss demands a tête-à-tête.
The pounding in your head makes you fret,
Another migraine and the aura of a halo.
Punching out won’t be before 11 p.m.—you just know.
You pull up a chair and place the folders on the table,
Your stomach grumbles, and your mind is on the stale bagel
In the fridge, in a brown paper bag.
Working for the almighty dollar is the price tag,
Leaving the house, leaving your family behind,
Desperately trying to keep your nose to the grind.
Full speed ahead, feeling like a hamster on the spinning wheel;
You should be at home bathing your babies, but instead, you feel like a heel.
Running as fast as you can,
Leaving your world behind as you go over the plan.
The boss lady reminds you that many have fallen behind,
No job is secure—it can be transferred and assigned
To the younger crowd climbing the ladder,
Not trying to make you feel sadder.
The clock of time falls behind each year,
Just be happy if you make it another year.
Full speed ahead or fall behind—
Just those two options, no peace of mind.
The years sped by, and the seasons come and go,
The family is all grown now, and your gait is slow.
So many regrets swirl through your head;
The deadlines of yesterday were not here to stay.
If I could snap my fingers, my life would have been full of delays.
I would have fallen behind while bathing my babies,
I would have fallen behind enjoying the daisies,
I would have fallen behind when I had a full house.
Now, the days are long as you gaze at your spouse;
The irony of what we think is important
No longer matters as you spread Ben Gay—it’s the most absorbent.
The aches and pains are a constant reminder
As you make your way to your favourite recliner.
About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...
One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched
rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent
Lot affecting chronological abridgement
forthrightly, immediately, and
magically decreeing making
with flourish of inkhorn - prestidigitation
"poof" quite few months absent
necessitating rejiggering
displaced vanished days forcing
latter time keeping paradigm absorbent,
asper sands of time no matter such
figurative tectonic shift population
aghast at August accomplishment
and probably did March in protest,
cuz entire season,
sans couture accouterment
suddenly rendered obsolete and unfashionable
manually crafted, swiftly tailored, and
harry styled clothes no mean achievement,
and uninformed folks got hashtagged
kindled, and named plenti admonishment
visited on their person such as
bumsteads, dolts, fools, et cetera
howling guffaws when derriere adornment
slapped with "kick me steady bum,"
or stuck with tail like appurtenances
eventually this "FAKE" – advancement
ha ha April fools historical joke
became embedded tradition inn advertent
lee established meshugas, where Jews
and especially gentiles went meshugoyim
generating cottage (cheesy) gum mint industry,
and brisk business for nascent advertisement
industry, (albeit handily horse drawn
attention grabbing kiln fired tablets)
mainly for (Philly buzzfeed string) affluent,
who secured lifelong gentlemen's agreement
with artisan, and of apprenticed trumpeting sons
(after tithe thing allotment) earnings
portion squirrelled away for rainy
May Day festivities ambient
brouhaha babushka's celebrating divine comedy
21st century poet tindered mild amusement
regarding this "FAKE" flight of fancy!
In the diaphanous sapphire night,
the drizzling dust of descending moonbeam
adorned the pearl-laced waves of the rolling sea,
where I sauntered in the desolate corridor of mind,
following the footsteps of the elusive muse.
The rain-washed sparkling seamless sky
spread the spectrum of my diamond dreams,
weaved with chromatic charisma of rainbow ribbons,
arching over the halcyon horizon that beckoned me,
where I discovered my innate imagination flourish.
In stalled times wafting the miasma of despair,
I turned the emotion into lyrics of creative craving.
On its fantasy wings in the resonating rhapsodic air
to the boundless realm of exaltation, I flew free beguiled,
when life-cherishing vigor of vision made me a poet.
I breathe poetry of ebullient emotion, the designer of dreams,
search for the sublime sense of frosted feelings,
as they mingle totally with my twilight time,
my mind merges with sensual obscurity with impulses ingrained.
The crystal path I pave to the realm of retreat
along the contorted contours of deserted desire.
There the roses bloom amidst the spiculed cactus,
within the entrained imagination,
take me with the migrating mirage to the oasis of reverie,
where the structure of desolation is dismantled.
From the verdant splendor sprouts the foliage of fervor,
the canopy cast colors of the new sapphire sky
on the canvas of the poet’s absorbent heart.
As the twilight sequesters sonorous silence in the static time,
the poetry of life flows under the star-studded sky
with the fluidized passion serenely sequined.
The mesmeric moonbeam sprinkles silver dust,
my muse wafts in dreams with the tinsels of longing,
across the rhyming mesmerized landscape,
flies in your firmament on the wings of lyrical zephyr,
entrancing me with the rhythm of reminiscence,
that enthuses me to write the poem for you.
This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good.
made is seem wrong,
It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy
So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best,
Mayflower sails were too they passed the test,
1619 Jamestown settlers had to grow the crop,
It's absorbent fibers make the best cleaning mop.
clothing more solid and sturdy,
Eco-friendly for the fish and birdies,
replenishes soil with nutrients it once dropped,
known as the most efficient rotational crop,
artists for many years used the oil as paint,
use hemp money to pay for that date,
hemp oil could end the gas crisis,
Piss off Shell, Chevron, they don't like surprises,
Lets not forget the physical effects,
One of the best ways to let your body rest,
ointments for sore muscles and lotions for skin,
once it's ingested, ooh feels like a wonderful sin,
The many Cannabinoids help with cancer,
better than chemo not guaranteed to end the disaster,
Certain strains provide mellow for those with epilepsy,
imagine being the kid who just cant sleep,
take a dose once or twice a day,
they now see the sun's shiny rays,
Cant leave out the repair of brain cells,
the ones that alcohol beats up then bails
Why is it illegal you ask?
Politics wear the greatest masks,
Constantly paid off by corporate interests,
Wanted monopolies to bring them pocket book bliss,
Pharmaceuticals, DuPont, Randal Hearst, now Alcohol,
Couldn't stand the competition this “drug” brings at all,
To ensure the public wouldn't be informed,
Made GOV medical testing illegal and provided propaganda ****
So many other details,
but this must end sometime.
For some great information on cannabis
visit the http://NORML.org website
I pause the movie as I pop my frozen food into the microwave; which is five feet from my bed. Located just above the mini fridge and has my coffee pot on top of it. The cigarette burns and the ash tray is on the counter right next to me. I have seven pillows on my bed and my head is propped up so my feet do not block my view of the tv. This causes my neck to ache and my lower back to hurt. The commercials are too frequent. The movies are too long. I feel trapped in this room as if in my own purgatory. My sleep pattern is off as I fade in and out of consciousness. I've lost everything, so I'm at a loss of words. My brain is like mush, soaked up like a sponge. These surroundings are absorbent. Outside is my enemy and the plague is on my doorstep. I'm only one man away from myself. Inside, I keep hidden. Thoughts, I keep close. My kids are always on my mind. They're only a few blocks away, yet we're an eternity apart. It tares me up as the tears fill my eyes. I turn the channel because it's hard to deal with. Running away from reality, not changing; standing still. As life added up, I continued to grow until I reached my peak. I've since began to shrink and slowly revert. The depression is great. Three weeks away from being on the streets. One step away from making it big. I'm mixed like a drink but I've been dry for some time now. Dollars have faded to quarters. I'm at my whits end. The microwave beeps, which prompts me to get up. I open up the blinds and in the distance I see the sun. A glimmer of hope is all I need. Something to wake me up from this false sense of reality. With my eyes open, in this moment, I find a reason to believe. I take my TV dinner out of the microwave and press play. Life goes on.
9-01-14
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
White
A celebratory color
representing all the positive things:
peace,
virginity kept,
a waving cloth of surrender.
A symbol of serenity,
white innocence and holiness.
The color that cloaks supremacists who govern prejudice,
and the white of aging hair as vitality
wastes away.
The color of powder that rimmed your nose,
dusted white like the headstones on a cold winter day.
The color of an addiction
that decayed the inner structure of your nose
and decayed the structure of your life.
The white that inflated your brain
with thoughts of what you wanted me to be.
A softened substance,
the color that dulls any hue.
The color that tore us apart
and into a whitened place;
sharp hallways and numerous series of rooms,
sanitized a Godly white,
and twisting into an indefinite vanishing point.
Drained of vitality and emotion,
absorbent white that swallows colors and life.
Your body lying upon stale bleached sheets
and bodies disguised beneath similar shrouds.
As visibility decreases in this snow storm
inside the white room,
your body, lies undisturbed by the monitors
that toll down our time.
Beneath the freshly laid snow blankets
now only your pale foot is visible
adorned with a tag,
a boarding pass for you
to leave this whitened haven.
As my feet crunch down on the snow,
my eyes squint to protect themselves
from sharp crystalline flakes.
Distressed and semi-blinded,
I am relieved to find your headstone,
glazed with fresh layers of white powder.
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