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Wait,
what is that?
Quite a strange
bewildering sound,
I initially thought
my car alarm
was going off.
How can that be?
I sauntered outside
to investigate.
It turns out I was
pleasantly fooled.
It was just...
a canary
perched on a tree
nearby,
rattling off
a dulcet fury
of songs.
So charmed
and entertained
was I!
I stayed out,
actively listening...
until it flew
away!
Dates written and posted: 02/24/2019
Squirts of pure wool are soaring above,
I wallow in the stand of a Neolithic sky,
Actively growing while being inventive,
As a kaleidoscope, mind and body sway.
A striving act is akin to reviewing a theory,
A wish that is an abstract burden of making,
I feel lifted as it drifts toward me gently,
Usher me to land if I quite am reverting.
A wish is just the onset, the first domino,
Ponder or crave, then heave your space,
Stars that twinkle always flicker modulo,
And every plea I convey is given a place.
Those goals lead to two distinct tracks,
Ways of rest are shrewd, fixing then fealty,
When I rally into the azure, I ignite sparks,
What will my wish be? A flying start for me
My intention might be for a world treaty,
What if hunger did not exist in real life?
What toward kids who never die hungry?
What if all plagues abort without strife?
Or that hate crimes would simply fall?
Conflicts and lives lost would subside,
One star sparkle stronger at nightfall,
Its silver hue gleams the dull sky wide.
A well, a vague wish, or a ripped toy?
Sunk ship? An ideal at our disposal?
Mystery? Renewal? A dupe decoy?
Holy jar? A hope? The nip of an apple?
The candle wish was agreed eternally,
Aside from one, may all wishes come true,
Thus, you will have plenty to aim skilfully,
Fine fortune is a result of effort subdue.
2nd Place Contest Winner
Written: May 30, 2022
If only my wish would come true Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
How might capitalism
and egocentric competitive allies
of patriarchalism
racism
sexism
monoculturalism
totalitarianism
binary double-standardism
anthropocentrism
remind us of which competitive communication weapons
develop further violently aggressive apartheid?
And which regenerate gratitude
for cooperative
co-passionate communication tools,
both verbal and non-verbal,
for growing multiculturally resilient social capital?
contextual rightbrain intuitively felt
both/and nuanced
dipolar co-arising left/right
bicameral intelligence.
Which of your green ecofeminist allies
share your active curiosity
and passion for issues
of healthy democratic empowering Trust?
universal,
so not divided or divisive,
unitarian
unable to passively accept
aborting tolerance,
or to explicitly intend
to collaborate with evil,
instead to comply
with win/win cooperative living systems
resiliently accommodating long-term health concerns
anticipated for our next seven regenerations
of social capital wealth.
Too often we become fascinated
with persuading our non-allies
how not only different
but more right we have become
in our old established
entrenched rightwing
v leftwing ways
perhaps because we cannot remember,
when ego's healthy survival
feels at heartless stake,
multiculturally depolarizing conversations
invite both/and responsiveness
more than either/or debate.
Critically nuanced thinking/feeling dialogue,
essential to non-violent communication resonance,
speaks of chosen people
only after deeply listening
for muted voices of non-privileged
disenfranchised species
without competitive capitalist privilege
derived from patriarchally historical
leftbrain dominant verbal minds
still actively curious
about rightbrain's integral tolerance
for being of underestimated value
becoming non-violent communicators
shunning retributive, punishing judgments
preferring to celebrate
with joyous win/win resistance
embracing compassion's great
healthy nonscorched Earth resilience
restoring green empowered peace
serenely blue surfing
seasoned light
of EarthMatriotic
revolutionary
revolving
evolving healthy resilient justice.
Whenever I sleep beside you
I wish I could touch you
Whenever I touch you, you go off in no time
I thought it would never be a crime
Whenever my heart burns for your enclosure
It brings instead an overexposure.
Whenever you are far my side
Little emmets retried
I wish they are far gone
As they make out my compulsorily learned turns
I wish the atmosphere is cool
My duvet should be a tool
Aren't it good enough a follow up
And sometimes; alarm's scrap of a hyssop
Found in fabrics designed to actively regulate temperature
Mattresses and bedding that feature Outlast pleasure
Perfect for couples as they absorb excess heat
Release it as you cool, store it
Thanks be to thee
What used to be shall stop to be
A great weird help
That would simply put a stop
To unwanted pregnancy
Hesitancy creating exigency
Though for the time being
And maintain common care keen
No more "hold me, I am cold"
It's now "shift, I am hot GOLD"
In my every day travels of traveling on
I found a mood ring on the side of the road
Instead of my pocket where things I find go
I was put in the mood to put the ring on
Immediately it went from orange to pink
Happy with my find
It's not everyday you run across a treasure like this
Outside of the five-and-dime
Every minute or two I kept checking my mood
To see just how I felt
Between bouncing back the red and the black
Getting nervous I was overly stressed
Deciding to actively seek my mood ring to green
I went light blue instead
I had no problem with that as a matter of fact
With the feeling of being relaxed
Still I'd like to go back to the mood I was in
Before I knew about it
So I took a detour a smart move for sure
And dropped the ring back where I found it
"If we agree in love,
then there is no disagreement that can do us any injury,
but if we do not,
no agreement can do us any good."
Hosea Ballou
If we,
in good faith communion,
agree
that love is green healthier
and wealthier than hate
and mutual ignorance,
then there is no red climate of disagreement,
depression,
degeneration
that can do us any injury,
But, if we do not,
no sacrificial punishing judgments
can do us any red-blooded restorative good
for resonantly therapeutic peace
and resiliently regenerative justice.
What is the empowering right
and enlightened loving thing to do
right now
maintains a sensory conversation
between personal conscience
and historical/cultural animated context;
Between my ideal regenerative experience
of cooperative interdependent feelings,
often liturgically captured
and enraptured in shared communion
services, yes,
but also deep and wide rooted feelings
of cooperative emotion-motion empowerment
and emotive-cognitive co-empathic enlightenment
AND within Earth's optimal health/wealth seasonal rung
of spiraling laddered DNA constraining/retraining wealth
of healthy co-passionate communication opportunity
accessible in this highest coredemptively enlightened
and deepest empowering
secular/sacred climate
of polycultural/interfaith re-ligious climax
Re-connecting EarthTribe
indigenously preverbal
more ecofeminist holistic
multicultural values
Every EarthDay compassionate
RightHemisphere interdependent
actively networking
global context aware
of our already accessed
eco/theo-logical
restoring healthy EarthJustice
public and climate green wealth
communion communication,
Multiculturally conscious of this contextual moment
for integrity's great green transitional promise
If we agree
that love is healthier
and wealthier than hate
and ignorance
and greedy sins of leftbrain dominant extraction
dissociation
reductive deduction
anthropocentric seclusion,
Then there is no ecofeminist regenerative
disagreement
that can do us any degenerative
patriarchal
straight white capitalist
anthro-supremacist injury.
Paul Ryan seems too concerned,
I fear,
that there are non-MAGAs who actively seek to harm
the U.S. President.
While I am among those
who would prefer to live in a nation
that never would have ever elected a kleptocrat,
an anti-Lady Liberty Colossus,
this is because we feared he might deliver on his promises
Which felt like more of a threat to healthy democracy,
thereby bringing far more harm upon himself,
and the rest of us,
than we would ever wish
upon our worst enemy.
DT2 is harming himself
quite Make America Sick Again
effectively.
He needs no Make Business As Usual
greedy and corrupt help with that.
I have noticed
all my daily educational journeys
begin with,
Where do I come from?
And how do I feel today
about my journey so far from yesterday?
Our journey so far,
and yet not far enough?
I come from living waters
as profoundly liberating as the air
we would soon learn to breathe.
I am feeling sad
for all the opportunities I avoided
to escape all the risks
invited by my shortages of curiosity
and patience,
Sad for settling into my most intimate low commons denominator
lack of commitments
neglecting my healthiest potential connections
with other living waters,
natural spirited inspired inspirational experiences
With those who might have had ears to hear,
surf to ebb and swell emotion's wane and wax,
with low-bar instructions
to stay out of troubled oceans
seas and seasons,
lakes and swampy ponds,
waiting to be industriously drained,
rivers and endless wondering wandering tributaries
of wet extracted nutrition.
Sacred water murmurs more active hope,
a spray tickling across a lucid lupine stream
speaking mountain voices with and through rounded
risky
stones
Actively seeking sights higher
deeper
wider
narrower
there
here
then flowing on into higher water marks
now threatening to swamp organisms
and organizations along the shore
of change in all relationships of Earth.
I feel sad
I have not set my well-watered sights higher
than do no harm
to those living waters
flowing forward into time's healthiest
transparent
vulnerable,
curious and courageous future sluggish currents of nutrition,
prophets of soon to come malnutrition,
and all climatic hopes and fears
angers and sadness
in-between drowning risks
and strong-flowing currencies of win/win
wellness watering opportunity
To notice
all my daily educational journeys
begin with,
Where did I come from?
And how do I feel healthy today
about my journey sufficiently far from yesterday?
Our journey so significantly far,
and yet not far enough?
I approached him, astronaut suit tight to my ribs and thighs, but hesitated at the anti-climax of the meeting. We were in the same spacial area but inhabited different worlds because simply I had oxygen and he did not, or it did not. His perceptions couldn’t take him into an ordered relationship with me, his eyes maybe could not love like me, his torso did not spring arms to hug, his head did not glamourise him with hair, and his mouth did not support a controlled tongue which could wield expressive language.
Indigo meeting,
No relationship offered,
Only stares confound.
I wanted to know if he could spout goo, space dirt or even acid, so I took a small step to for him to expose his personality. He squealed, or so I thought he did because I couldn’t hear him in my helmet, and then squirmed just like an enormous worm. He did not apparently have an apprehension of my friendly gesture, but at the same time he did not actively object to my figure, so after a second I returned to my non-controversial position and he circled and circled and did a bit of a dance. I realised then that I could love him as I should as he’d shown me that he understood basic movement and that he had some body rhythm.
First move mine, human,
Any reply, any way, fine,
Gratified maybe.
Taking him home would’ve been perfect, back to earth to enjoy a specially made atmospheric arena, and we would’ve observed him because he would not have been as a teen observed in a glass box or as a person unwell who is sectioned for sedation, but he would’ve had a relationship with me, entertainment, and hopefully fun in his own sphere. We would’ve let him and encouraged him to develop so that he could’ve grown his brain in order that he could’ve spoken to me for him to realise we only wanted to share our humanity with him, love him and learn from his existence. But how could we transport him without accident and with respect for his physiology and his own special systems? Could it be done?
The gem oxygen,
Two worlds expressed bodily,
Oh come back with me!
Where I eat, you ate there; where I rest, you rested
we share the same navigation through our similar steps
and that part of me so classified
became an open coverage to you.
In the shores of my privacy, I’ve given you an equal right
I’ve showered you with unparalleled privileges
allowing you to travel extreme corners not needing a pass
and staying actively in control because you have my license.
Oh my dangerous dear
my trust and openness are your weapons
I never knew freedom in the world of another gives so much power.
Your lips have connected the world to my confidentiality
and such criminal hands possessed by your vicious mind
has placed me in the middle of a multiple trap dungeon.
Despite our close physical proximity, we’ve been oceans apart
that is how it’ll remain as soon as I survive your conspiracies.
The heart suffers an illness, when an enemy is made from a loved one
but life’s varieties include both training and rehabilitation centers
with the conviction my pieces will undergo a cosmetic perfection
to stay strong with the defenses of caution.