Long Adolescence Poems
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Ride the Happy Pony, ride it
down the stone-covered path;
his gallops add clamor
to the clinking metal shoes;
and if the sound is dull
is because the dry leaves crack!
Ride, the happy pony, ride it...
air and sun delight you a lot;
freedom costs nothing
when the mind discerns
how exciting is living
to explore all places
peaceful and unknown!
Ride the happy pony, ride it
down those remote paths little-known;
look everywhere: up and above,
the scenery charms your senses
and smiling you breathe the aroma
of flowers that increase wild joy!
Ride the happy pony, ride it...
adolescence and happiness
create that sense of harmony
never split by monotony,
always remaining bonded!
Ride the happy pony, ride it
downhills and greet the trees
that are dressed in green;
aloneness isn't dismal sadness
when one enjoys the total freedom
found in Nature and in its immensity!
Somewhere back there, along the road
I made a wrong turn
Now the lord has sat me down
Cause it was my time to learn
Life's been a series of harsh lessons
I care less to pass every test
The blocker of my own blessings
Why do I settle for less
Less than what I deserve
Less than what I'm destined
You live my life while I observe
Plagued by second-guessing
Self-medicated to avoid
The pain that came with stressing
As a result, it only feels like
It's been days since adolescence
How is it that one changes directions
After trekking the wrong path
Knowing nothing fruitful awaits
In the rearview of your past
Moving forward only makes sense
How long did it take before you discovered
There's no sense in looking back
Only putting one foot in front of the other
I grew wings before
I stood.
I learned everything I could
and remembered nothing.
instead of leaning in.
I hung out
I made a wrong turn
for the right reason.
I looked into the future
before I visited warby parker.
voiced an opinion,
but did not speak my mind.
I made it out of adolescence
alive.
I made believe
I had it made.
I had hard feelings only
a geologist would recognize.
I parted the air
with bad words
in my house I held ice cubes
hostage every summer.
climbed over several
vowels to get here.
mauled a month of memories.
and made pee under a full moon
and then
I made this up.
A ripe body of Adolescence, nuzzled by beauty
on which hair is polished by crystals and sapphire
but lacks in the garrison of virtues and patriotism
becoming blind to the significance of its own felicity.
So gullible is its owner, that Dorian Gray is her preferred suitor,
so false are her choices like bringing Tilapia to Canada to strive.
Protracted human disasters have not altered her Oestrus
yet barren even with the plethora of fertile males
she's an ignorant keeper and owner of a unique talisman
causing a huge surveillance from selfish sugar daddies.
In the midst of her turmoil, she stays ludic
inflicted with so much pain but cry so rhapsodic.
Swimming with the fast in pretentious avocation
entertaining in self deceit, through every dulcet move.
Well formed mouth without a beak and limbs with soft knees;
her metamorphosis should be complete, yet a chrysalis she remains.
A complete turnaround requires an economic Hasidism
for the existing gross mediocrity to be evanescent
then refined existence in juxtaposition between an idyllic present
to a radiant future would be once again fully established.
Infants fill in speaking muse
in motion slacks
Children fill in leaking emotional cracks
in home and family's nurturing support
with deaf and blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing happiness
Democratic healthiness,
free and freeing
first amending communications
grasped quickly
before autocratic adolescence
turns down our brighter sight.
As with one little light,
so with the great transitioning many
too old
to innocently fight
Wounded future children
filling in leaking communion cracks
in synergetic EarthHome
and EarthFamily's nurturing support
with monoculturally deaf
and monotheistically blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing AnthroAutocratic happiness.
"The sun is alone too but still shines"
- Author Unknown
When you saw me, as a child, being so alone,
And exploring, zealously, the butterfly zone;
You observed me observing the birds and the bees,
Did you know that I flew far from the farthest seas...?
You named me: 'nature lover', 'true child of nature,
Did you know, yet, I was my own legislature?
When adolescence, from my childhood, was leaving,
You found my physique and psyche slowly cleaving...!
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'Cast', you said, 'color'; and, thus, slowly isolated,
In the name of sect and creed, humans you hated;
When I took the name of the poor, you spat at me,
Don't you know to wash, myself, I have a vast sea...?
Political, cultural, vices preputial,
The paths I've traveled have been cruelly crucial;
Did I not stick to my ground, not seeking solace?
Wasn't your endmost accusation: 'he's lawless'...?
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Didn't Socrates drink the poison with passion?
Did you spare Jesus, the zenith of compassion?
I stood alone like the sage-like saints; I still will,
I am ready; Is it me that you chase to kill...???
14 April 2023
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FLIRTATION
a pretext
for
the glamorous
renaissance
across
the core
of romantic love
swathed in
the symbolic
changing
&swaggering
in a suggestive
state
emblematic
of the
vanity
so so
essential
&
appropriate
to the occasion
beauty-obsessed
assessed
& filtered
adolescence
so
superficially
beautiful
looking fo
a glimpse
of the
reassurance
&
the spectacular
in profile
to be paraded
in an
appearance
so soft
gentle
&soothing
aspiring towards
desire
& promise
covered with
ornamental
displays
of perfection
a
focus on
& aimed at
the observer
at will
Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.
Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.
Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.
Bright, bright light of dawn, surrounded by the tall, tall flowers.
A newborn flower, newly drawn while O’er me others tower.
A life began amidst so many, cradled close to mother’s plenty.
Mild, mild days of childhood, surrounded by the fresh, fresh flowers.
A vibrant flower ‘midst the wildwood while on me blessings shower.
A life so good amidst so many, worries few, and friends a plenty.
Wild, wild times of adolescence, surrounded by the fun, fun flowers.
A blooming flower, grown in essence, while every fear’s devoured.
A life so fun amidst the many, open doors and strength a plenty.
Hard, hard years adulthood brings, surrounded by the old, old flowers.
A toiling flower, sighs or sings while new dilemmas cower.
A life so spent to serve the many, work and rearing found a plenty.
Long, long hours of senior years, surrounded by the few, few flowers.
A blossom waned and drained by years, while in spirit full of power.
A life of memories of the many, love and grace I've had in plenty.
Bright, bright light of dawn, surrounded by the white, white flowers!
A reborn flower, newly drawn, while O’er me Yahweh towers.
Life eternal ‘midst so many, Joy complete, rebirth a plenty!
Infancy...
The beginning of dependency
Baby cries and shoyts for food
Parents strive hard to provide good
Childhood..
The years of run and play
Anywhere, a child roams to stay
In playgrounds, pool or mudclay
Adolescence...
The spurt of stance, attitude and growth..
Physically and emotionally not to be drought..
Adulthood...
The critical age of maturity
Gradually living a life of purity & graduity
Once the dish of life in vitality
Where will it end?
Who can one depend?
When will it unfold to mend?
On the edge; on the bend...
Birth is when life begins
Death, a truth to imagine
Like a vehicle's full in engine
Go on; hurdle: Don't ever flinch
by: olive_eloi
3:59pm
12/30/2011
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