Long Aerobic Poems
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Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's
absorbing ways.
Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,
Appositionally driven
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos of fear and suffering,
haunted by monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless monocultural nightmares
of Black Hole entropic proportion,
socioeconomic pathology
wilting and suffocating purgation
monotheistic punishment
pantheistic imprisonment.
Black hole reverse-eco-normic competition
never ends with enough,
timelessly continues longing for infinity
of heaven at hand.
Ecological cooperation soon builds diversely inclusive sufficiency,
together,
healthy warm kinda wealthy,
but just right,
pricklygoo co-invested
muse amusing culture.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly
and swim
and breathe together,
drinking from the same aerobic/autonomic fountain of knowledge,
in bull-bear fueled nutritional flows and ebbing markets
polyculturally optimized self-with-other resilient design.
EcoTherapy practices peaceful Earth development,
proactively nurturing
co-passionate bipartisan
notBully/notBear balanced
therapeutic EarthTribal nutrition.
No one of us
and all of us together
believe in optimal power within
in total absence of any power among,
without.
Short-sighted political therapy evolves
short-minded economic health is
small-mindedness,
pretending Self and Other and Earth
are not eternally interdependent.
Pain and loss and blindness
cause long-sited suffering,
wrestling with God's absence of fulfillment
Great aerobic exercise,
but let us not fool
or bully ourselves,
or Others,
or God,
and most certainly not Earth
in this her eternally holy Day.
Only competitive assumptions wrestle against health;
while cooperative eco-normic awareness
wrestles with,
side by side,
each challenge shared.
Wrestling is dissonance resolving contention
stretching for harmony
co-arising contentment,
diminishing confusion to
chronic suffering of advent,
just the right amount of pain and ego-loss
for regenerative redeemer rebirth.
Pain, loss, dissonance deny
optimistic accidental history
but may ecologically coincide
with interactive mutually-held hope
that peace with ego's self-justice
ultimately emerges
from each biosystemic incarnation's incubating life
toward further regenerative health
and love
and love of health
and health of love,
then too there is lovely health of wealthy love,
but that could take us in another similar climaxing
dialectically emergent
dipolar co-arising direction.
[verse]
The only thing
I want for Christmas
is you
Can you wrap
yourself in a bow
and deliver too?
Show up at my door
special ordered
late night delivery
and we can unwrap
each other
all at once
a nice thought!
[verse]
Lets be irreverent
and share
holiday cheer
bawdy gift greetings
For you
mistletoe shorts
remind me
to worship low
for me
the gossamer
nightgown
letting my curves
shine
[deep evocative instrumental builds]
[musical interlude]
[Pre-Chorus]
Gingerbread spice!
everything nice!
but you be the heat
my sweet
[Chorus]
can you hitch a ride with santa?
is there room in his sleigh?
I can't imagine
you arriving
any other way
But it would sure
make my holiday
Perhaps I can lure you to stay!
[deep evocative instrumental builds]
[Guitar solo]
[Verse]
The only thing
on my wishlist
for Santa
Is to feel your kiss!
to be enveloped
in romantic bliss
Shut off
electronics
shut the doors!
ignore the outside World
and each other explore!!
this would
be the best
Christmas and more!
[verse]
Am I remiss
to want you
To feel your heat?
Don't you think
it would be
the best
Christmas treat?
Low calorie check!
it's aerobic at best!
Life's ultimate zest!
So please deliver soon!
I will get your tip too!
[Outro]
[Pre-Chorus]
Gingerbread spice!
everything nice!
but you be the heat
my sweet
[Chorus]
can you hitch a ride with santa?
or just hijack his sleigh?
I can't imagine
you arriving
any other way
But it would sure
make my holiday
[vocals longing]
Perhaps I can lure you to stay!
so that's my wish
a girls allowed to wish right?
have a good night...
have a good night
oh wait!
I forgot to ask
do you snore?
I worry about being unfair to other benign parasites
in my feeding-frenzy faith community,
and to myself,
because I need
and/or want
a residential
intentionally cooperative
resiliently win/win consensus
co-investing
co-managing
eco-responsible and responsive
health-wealth community.
This feels rather much to ask
of someone already satisfied with a weekly sanctuary bath,
washing off some of the weekday BusinessAsUsual compost,
looking for ever renewing possibilities for repurposing trash
into refueling treasure.
I fear afflicting innocent souls
with my competitive capitalistic commodifying infliction
endangering all sacred values
averse to genuflecting before all secularized disvalues;
My own intentional community dreams
of relief from justice as revenge
anticipate double-binding win/win commitment to mercy
as peace restoring justice
for mutually healing purposes,
Sacred sanctuary relations between and among
strong-faithed cooperative parasites on MotherEarth,
actively seeking ego-systemic kindness within
and eco-systemic compassion
communioned
communicated
through commonly-held metaphoric verbals
and metaphysical non-verbals,
motions and emotions also shared
without my own comfortably sacred faith community.
I worry this desire of mine
bears little difference
than a hope to live in a multicultural gym
rather than to come in,
invest in twenty aerobic minutes on empty rows of exercise bikes,
take a quick, very private, shower,
and leave enough hot water
for all future regenerations.
Efficient,
like commercial sandwich bread,
but not really the stuff of robust communion.
Love-filled mirth of great jubilant feeling
Affirming radiant merriment’s glee
Uplifting mood as response to humor...
Glad gestures released by brain’s endorphins
Heighten sound production of “ha-ha-ha…”
Triumphantly propelling eyes to glow
Exercising facial muscles with bliss
Relieving pain, rejuvenating soul!
De-stressing joy’s laughter* is a blessing
Empowering midst discomfort’s sorrow
Lowering blood pressure as medicine…
Immune system-boost is happiness’ gift
Gives body mini-aerobic work-out
Helps health’s resistance toward infection
Turning gloom to hearty contagious thrill
Sets faith for jubilant thanksgiving to God!
September 21, 2018
Acrostic with Blank Verse
*Psalm 126:2 Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The LORD hath done great things for them.
Edited on May 17, 2019
Sheer glee is what this poem evokes, with thanksgiving joy to the Source of genuine gladness, the God of blessings. I kept on smiling while writing this, and it is my prayer that anyone who reads it would feel delighted, and be grateful to the Lord likewise.
4th place, "Applicable Not Applicable" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 6/2/2019.
I feel a sudden stiffness in my chest, I have not been running but I am almost out of breath, I stood for seventeen hours in the corner trying to put things in order but the drill across the street keep disrupting my heart beat and the humming bird around the corner keeps scattering the garbage in the street and singing to a musical irony.
I am not used to doing formal exercise but sometimes I go all the way through the painful sacrifice, with my hands on my hip and my foot on the bar, I do exercise that makes me feel tall.
The mornings are grey when my heart is leaning the other way, I wish I had company to exchange a word or two, when I do the pushups , weight lifting and a couple miles on the treadmill.
I love doing aerobic exercise, instead of taking diet pills and drinking green juice, I just love to burn the sweat and stretch and fill my lungs with fresh hear.
See them laying on the floor over there, everyone in their own space, they are rolling from left to right and the body is putting up a terrible fight.
“You have got to shed five pounds”, he said, or I will roll you out of my bed, I will be the director and I want you all to do some frantic move, by the end of the week you will jumping on your feet.
You will wear bikini on the beach and you will ride bicycle through the street and tell the people that you have lost five pounds. You will give them a flyer to join the class and you will start your own business at last.
I cannot feel the stiffness anymore; it has disappeared on the dance floor; I work out mornings and evening and at nights I usually take a swim.
My gym is in my basement and I have emptied the diet pill in the toilet, I feel much happier when I sing, I lose more weight when I stand up straight.
I have to get my mind and body in harmony and my spirit to balance it.
I love working out on the gymnastic bar with that graceful poise and when the instructor comes along, she plays the music of the wild swan.
The stiffness is gone and I feel comfortable in my body.
The fear of my heart stopping, when I first say hello.
But worse would be if yours stopped, what a way to go
The fear of not seeing you after all of this long time
That fear is the greatest, that would surely be a crime
The fear of you not liking me, I’m a disillusionment
A fear of you finding, I was not from heaven sent.
A fear of something happening to stop me meeting you
A fear of all these things, what would I now do?
The biggest fear of all would be liking you too much
What would I do then, if sparks flew when our hands touch.
The fears they are just growing to proportions that are phobic
Perhaps I should concentrate on certain things more aerobic.
Deep breaths in to calm the heart, reduce the blood pressure too
And rubber gloves to catch the sparks, if I ever do meet you.
They say face your fears to cure them, that’s what I intend to do
Looking forward to that day whenever I meet you...
© ~GG~2?11/2102
Diane’s dog Charlie is her baby; more than her son ever was.
He likes me better than Stewart did too, she tells me.
Charlie’s therapy appointments are on Monday.
On Tuesdays he has his nails groomed or his teeth flossed.
Wednesdays are open for luncheon engagements with other pups.
He gives me a break on Thursdays, Diane tells us. It’s my free day.
Friday’s are for Charlie’s aerobic and line dancing.
Saturdays he has yoga.
What’s Charlie’s Sunday schedule? I ask her.
Diane looks surprised that I asked.
We go to church in color-coordinated clothing.
I take him in a little matching case.
I should have guessed.
I can no longer touch my toes
Or stop an unexpected runny nose,
It has become an issue
To find a handkerchief or tissue.
My loo has moved
I am not sure
It seems farther away than it was before
I often have to try to run
Before I realised what I'd done.
I now have a shower chair
Where I bathe and wash my hair
I mutter to myself all-day
I hope nobody can hear the things I say.
My grey matter is fading fast,
I wonder how long it will last
My social life is up the creek
As I am at the Doctors every week.
A specialist sent me to the gym
To strengthen my muscles
To help improve the state I'm in
You would laugh if you could see
The aerobic ancient Old Duck me.
I now row a machine
That's never been
Near water
I walk on a treadmill
Although I falter.
The weights I can't lift very high
Perhaps next session,
I'll have a better try,
I love the exercise bike.
I can travel anywhere
I like.
Even though I don't move
My imagination improves
As I cycle down the country lane
I feel like a girl again.
The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass
The win reward a fine line to the tape
He fought the fight to get into best shape
He made his time to take him to the start,
to peak his strength and win the race an art
Just five circles his only dream tattoo,
or maybe under forty three will do
A gold the prize for him, a life reward
it looked so easy, Wayde’s new world record
He lived the dream a life in golden hope,
but ductile gold a sweet success tightrope
-A tribute to Wayde van Niekerk’s new world record in the 400m almost breaking 43 s yesterday. The record was held by Michael Johnson and was 16 years old-