Long Adaptive Poems
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I HEAR THE RUMBLING OF LIFE ECHO LIKE A THUNDERSTORM AS IT TREMBLES THE GROUND UNDERNEATH ME.
THE SMELL OF FRESH RAINWATER IN THE AIR IS INTOXICATING, AND THE SOUND OF THE POORING RAIN SOOTHES MY SOUL.
THE DEDICATION AND ATTENTION TO DETAIL THAT GOD HAS FABRICATED WITH NATURE IS A MASTERPIECE, AND TAKING IN ALL THIS BEAUTY GIVES ME A MODICUM OF PEACE.
WHAT WOULD LIFE BE WITHOUT ITS BEAUTY AND ALLURE AND THE QUEST FOR PEACE AND FULLFILMENT?
PART OF THE JOURNEY IS ABOUT THE DIFFERENT SEASONS AND THE WEATHER THAT COMES WITH THEM.
EVERY EXPERIENCE CULTIVATES A BETTER VERSION OF MYSELF, SO WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGE, I'M MORE ADAPTIVE TO THEM.
On The Evolution Of Liberation…
Once again
our humanity is taxonomically
mocked---no longer ¾
*****sapiens---a step
just below
that of being human. Rather,
today, we’re an endangered species---
a modern classification absurdity
indeed!
Though endangered species
are protected, we remain
open season game through the year---
our peculiar genus being decimated
by lawlessness and unprotected justice;
our punctuated equilibrium
deemed a politico-economic and
socio-cultural threat
to the ecological stability
of the parasitic symbiosis
that exist between
lighter and darker
hued human organism---
where the former
has evolved predator
while the latter has evolved prey.
Yet
Once again
in the scheme of creation---
despite the rampant
predator Attempts
at extinction---the prey
will rise and evolve greater
adaptive survival techniques
that will enable them
to overcome the off-branching
of injustice and nullification.
Know
Once again
as we continue
to trod the Jubilee Road:
“If God is for us, who [or what]
can be against us?”
Racist power mongers,
theirs and the flesh
of their murderous activities---
political, economical, social
and physical genocide,
are all like wild blades of the grass
of nullification and the wicked flowers
of injustice---trying to grow
in God’s vast field of human life:
The grass of nullification shall wither
and the flowers of injustice shall fade---
and the breath of God shall blow
seeds of freedom, justice and equality---
to fall upon fertile fields of liberation.
NATURAL FLOW
To declare, begging apology:
Nature is the administrator.
Also sophisticated, smarter
than our science and technology.
Mother Earth held at the beginning
all matters being inorganic.
Only contents found non living.
Later life sprouted ! Fantastic.
Nature is materialistic
with measureless treasures: Reality.
Flora - fauna showing diversity.
Graceful, gorgeous, mystic, majestic.
Artistic approach ! Beautification.
Twined turbulence with tranquility.
Unbiased on vileness and beauty.
Follows unplanned process but on perfection.
Amazing adaptive ability.
Dynamic Nature moves in its own track.
Shows whims with right or wrong and white or black.
Holds super natural quality.
World runs, rushes in Nature’s discretion.
How to nurture, how to care and progress
Where to cling, where to mould, where to regress.
Crimson creation ! Charcoal extinction !
I know I’m usually on a control trip
Mostly because others tell me so.
I also know what it’s like in others;
Because of my mom, sister, ex-wife
(But certainly not the current one…)
And so I know I don’t really like it.
But then again, control tripping
Is about maintaining control;
Quality control, law and order, sanity…
So I also know I do like it.
Maybe the bigger issue is lack of control.
Maybe my desire to control situations and others
Is just the spill over of my lack of self-control.
I think self control while always within reach
Is the hardest because we’re always reacting
To a world - situations and others - that is changing
And at our control in only the most superficial of ways.
Maybe that’s why being on a control trip
Feels so petty,
Because we are focusing on
And immersing ourselves
In the pettiest aspects of Life.
Life, itself is more adaptive than controlling
Responding constantly to different signals,
From every direction, every dimension,
And not some top down authoritative
Command and control hierarchy.
Life, if nothing else, is an interpenetrating whole
Which simply means, we can head out
On our control trip, all planned and packed,
And ready to go on some exciting adventure,
But the actual adventure that awaits
Is a different story altogether.
(11/26/25)
To the layman’s unlearned eye,
Parliment is just another cigarette
To I, the educated expert its an extension
Its a bayonet with the mouth of a
cannon
A filter’s recession made with such
adaptive intention
Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow
Raise it like a glass to any curious biff
Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose
Fireworks in the membrane and off they go
Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks
a road of elation for eight minutes or so
Those days have been behind me for a number of years
and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug
As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers
the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear
Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment
my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear
The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow
Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive
Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view
How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline
The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere
Studying promotes duality:
A setting of class formality
What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron
Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer
The way to be happy is to
Make others happy ou of the blue
Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind
Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope
Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability
I have got a little heaven
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven
Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease
As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans
Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.
NONPARALLEL NATURE
Novel Nature notifying nobility
Overwhelming opulence of resources to explore.
Nonparallel nonpareil
Pretty precise in perfect purity
Amazing astounding administrative affinity.
Rustic raw yet rolling on refinement
Attaining artistic adaptive ability
Liberal Law of Nature supernal
Lovely lovable luminous in diversity of life.
Emancipating eccentric ecstasy.
Leading smartest role in stirring emotions
Nurture Nature for future.
Alluring attracting your kinship to Nature.
Twined turbulence and tranquility.
Undaunted unconquerable unbounded unique ubiquity
Radical rational reasonable reality.
Enhancing evolution on excitement enrapturing, exulting admiration.
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I’ve finally come home from my island
I don’t remember life bein’ this hard
I’m a castaway who never saw no ship
I’m a prisoner who never entered the yard
Who will take me in
Back to their civilization?
I’ve been ringin’ on doorbells, lookin’ in boxes
Checkin’ for a sign of love
The masters had it in for me
So I prayed to the masters above
That somebody take me in
Into their civilization
What am I really?
Who am I truly?
Where do I fit in?
With my problems all solved
I guess I’m evolved
Adaptive and reactive
In civilization
They came for me on my island
But I didn’t really wanna be saved
Amid the icicles of self-reliance,
Let me carve out my home in a cave
Who will take me in
Back to their civilization?
The story of the thirsty crow,
heard during school days as we grew...
How best in it its wisdom used,
to quench its thirst that summer day
An efficient use of available resource,
to realise a fruitful purpose..
A display of prowess in its fullest sheen,
a situational managerial skill !
Relating crow with intelligence is
not just a random chance factor
Research has already proven that-
This ave is witty and wiser!
Strong in memory,mimicry and
understanding humans as well..
How well this bird integrates in our life
with its adaptive behavioural skill!!!
Elegant black and beautiful
dissolved in it every shade...
Leads a gregarious life,
Shares its food, whenever it finds,
with its kith and kin...
Spreading a message of joy in sharing
and a cordial social life!!!
Chooses a single partner all its life,
Builds its nest, feeds the young,
Protects and nutures them with love ..
Family values and responsibility, I wonder
how it plans and executes so well!!!
Corvus brachyrhynchus-
this is its scientific name...
Genus corvus has in it species numbering forty
American crow, hooded crow, house crow....
List stretches in continuity!
Oh crow! You have your place in
every walk of life!
Research, religion, ritual,
Mythology, folklore, cultural...
Irish mythology sees in you- Morrigan,
God of death and birth
Hindu religion regards you as
their departed ancestor!
Tibetian buddhists associate you with Mahakala
Omens of you are believed to bring
signals from the uncanny world!
You are treated as a connecting link in
the cycle of birth and death!
Oh darling crow! Cheers to you!
This poem in thy name!
SPUR
Fed up when I get up already rested up
I am sped up tear this tread up to shred up
I’m choking you still smoking
cigarettes, And vaping you joking
Laughing at me as I am being all I can be
Was not in the Army just getting warmed
Up systematically
Forget about physical appearances
‘tis a Lifestyle adherences
grab my vitamins on Clearances
training insurance it is
Release me from the cage
only a number Is my age
shoot this rhyme like a 12 gage
Flip the page
are you engaged?
I left T.C. to be all I can be
in the U.S.M.C.
The infantry
they taught me
how to train
How to shoot embrace the pain
Endure Hardship resilience in the brain for gain
With deep desire I am for hire
to light The flame under your seat on fire
Hear is what you need to do
your way is Not working and its through
No more staying up to late
or binge drinking
For crying sake and give thought to caloric intake
You are older now more mature
Past your forties now that’s for sure
Like it or not physical training is the cure
How can you make it to your eighties?
If you’re currently frail, weak and lazy?
Daily activity adaptive creativity
Infuse positivity no more negativity
Little by little resolve as you whittle
That frame to strength gyrate from brittle and
You will delay entering the hospital.
Discharge this instruction you begin the construction
Fortify strength through production
End of discussion
By: beardedjarhead