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Said the Palestinians
to their Israeli neighbors
singing and dancing
karaoke on the Strip
I wish I knew
how to pursue
dual citizenship
as readily
as you
To which Israelis
responded to their Muslim neighbors
dancing in sacred dervish spirals
with songs of 40 year journeys
into We Haven't a Clue
So what shall we do?
Let's all apply
for dual citizenship
on this EarthTribal Strip
What could our governments say
to deny this sacred integral Way?
Both together
and apart
we know our governors
are not here to be our keepers
of narcissistic
nationalistic
and alarmingly ballistic
defense.
Our empowering folksongs
empathically resonate
with peace and love demands
for compassionate EarthTribal dance
Better religiously together
than disintegrating apart
from our karaoke on the Strip
song and dance togatherers
Descended
from ancient shepherds
dancing through inhaling
and exhaling monthly moonlight
singing under shared story stars
Sacred EarthMothers
unexpectedly
miraculously
emerged from Black Holy Matters
with singing children
and inspirating Sabbath men.
Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse,
when adorning buttons
pop off undersized blouse
which spurs yours truly to grouse,
and ruffle mine tail feathers
while listening to Scheherazade.
Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed
expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation deftly
sparring as he doth rouse
himself out of his vittle catatonic state
thus muenster ring cheeses crust
squeaks (me) meek Mickey Mouse.
When I did pledge troth
after courtship she would not abate
aboot two plus dozen years ago
(spoiler alert) wheezing
heterosexually straight
half heartedly accepting her
asthma wife sne...
snee...sneezing mate
even then, she exhibited
appetite for consumption
defying four foot eleven
petite size then, a score
plus quarter years ago lightweight
possessed cute figure.
Now, she eats
non stop while rocking round the clock
stationing, lumbering, burgeoning
girth casting dock
shadows analogous to
edge of night
donning humongous frock
to allow growing room
for extra buttock
vacuuming any/all
comestibles in sight
downing, emptying, gulping
refrigerator contents chock a block
nearly suctioning him,
who doth tongue in cheek mock
think apple pie, yet for
grace of dog ad hoc
anchoring spindleshanks laughingstock
skinny chicken legs (mine)
with knees that knock
worse than concentration camp victim,
(this gentile Jewish atheist gently pock
king fun without intent to rock
the casbah, nor ethnically clash
mainly innocent poetic schlock),
nonetheless chicken legs
repurposed to anchor lock
stock and barrel Matthew Scott
madly flapping wings imitating flock
of seagulls to no avail
this shabby not so chic flabby baby boomer
body, mum mama
(deceased eighteen plus years)
followed dietary strictures touted by
the late Doctor Benjamin McLane Spock,
no matter, I got hoovered
into maw of tee misses,
who instantaneously
spit out awful poppycock.
I overheard you say
you are planning a big celebration
for later this year,
when Trump is defeated
for re-election.
I am ready to be invited,
if you would be so kind
to reverse your motives
to celebrating positive alternatives.
I have an uncomfortable memory
that celebrating the former regime's end
feels alarmingly Trumpian,
rather than introducing a new 2020 green deal
healthier wealth for everyone.
It is this negative anger
growing to more negative fear
that most defeats our capacity to touch each other
with mutual trust,
democratic health,
civil trust in a wealthier future together
than climatically apart.
Earth yields some clues
warmly regarding necessary and sufficient ingredients
for a healthy swamp,
a positive capital co-investment,
an economically resilient,
politically resonant,
multiculturally effective democracy.
Stuckness
She does not choose to celebrate.
MotherEarth
and EarthMothers of all regenerations
vacuum up and sweep out
intolerance.
A competitive model of capital extraction
rooted in devouring our own habitat,
our own win or lose militarized young,
our Earth's pathological neglect,
is incompatible
antithetical
to a resiliently healthy eco-democracy
recomposing our own healthy born
win/win expectant
left with right,
not left v right, children.
Healthy robust systems
are cooperatively owned
and multiculturally managed
and polyculturally celebrated
by organic nurturers of ego/eco-resonance,
left and right deep bicameral learning nutrients,
informed by Earth's democratic history
of multiculturing nutrition,
life,
warm truths and trusts,
integral ways
and ego/eco-democratic robust means
Bicameral
Bilateral intelligence
Binomial double-bound
not not pro-green transitional
great reweaving manifestations,
inaugurations,
cooperatively-owned celebrations
leaving no one behind,
Not even straight white male narcissists,
emotionally wounded children
of all ages and parties,
naked emperors
seeking sycophantic celebrants.
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Pangiota’s Personal Meeting with Oscar Winner,
George Chakiris of “West Side Story”…. 1961
You were alarmingly affable and delightful.
Accepting, and so very, very sweet,
To have a special-one on one with you.
Heavenly, and nearly swept me off my feet!
I had asked the club host, if I could meet with you.
He went to check and said, surely, after he
finished his act.
I pinched my forearm hard, to see if I were dreaming,
or was this real and a fact.
The audience, that night listened to your charming
songs and storiries, with a divine glue.
I had seen you so many times in the original movie-musical,
West Side Story.
Your ability to charm and audience and put them at ease,
was
something I wanted tolearn.
My stomach got all a bubbly and began to churn.
The very idea, that I was about to meet you
face to face, made we gleam with glory.
Escorted to your dressing room, I felt like royalty~
a precious princess!
The door opened and there you were, far more handsome
than on a movie screen.
I asked for tips on how to relate to an audience,
as he did it with such a magical sheen!
George was not only affable, but a shining ship of
finesse!
I was not with George, very long, but he was welcoming
and so majestically charming.
I wondered what he thought of me, the brunette, in the
lush,green velvet beret!
Meetings like this, so enchanting, after all,do not happen
everyday.
But I welcome such events with open arms and find them….
anything but alarming!
Notes. George Chakiris, as Bernardo,won an Oscar for best
supporting actor with Natalie Wood as Maria, in the Leonard
Bernstein musical, “WEST SIDE STORY, “ 1961.
When did business ethics
find roots in science
rather than re-connecting
humane re-ligion?
Thereby exempting,
divorcing,
earning a merely fair
and acceptable free economic pass
to continue extraction
exploitation
to build corporate empires
divorced from religion's incorporated
GoldenRule win/win ethics,
Including
family fair play
of sacrificially co-redemptive moral values
on altars of messianic
bodhisattva sacred smoke
and self/other co-reflective mirrors
Meming little everyday issue miming,
like don't neglect our long-term health care planet,
Like take care of our homes
and local communities
so we, together,
can continue keeping each Other
healthy and safe.
How alarmingly Old Indigenous School
it feels to interdependently belong
to green matriarchal
DNA regenerative systemic roots
of habitual healthy instincts
Sensory and sexual
re-connecting
re-ligioning
vocational secularized sacred employments
In cooperative wise gratitude
for MotherEarth's naturally enspirited
enlightened
empowering regenerative
ecofeminist
green graced bowing attitude
Positive
and cooperative
nonzero-emergent
polycultural
WinEgo to Win EcoSystemic health/wealth climates
of resilient integrity
Rooted in sacred Right hemispheres
and cooperatively regifted
in co-empathic secular co-arisings
Heaven's Light uprising brings
and rebrings,
turns
and returns day
and night
Earth's health-powered
ReSalvific ClimateJustice
Which, to my left hemisphere,
is all about careful autonomous control
and scrupulously quantitative best
NonZeroSum cooperatively owned emergence
toward inclusive multicultural planning
for WholeEarth health/wealth
optimization
To which my right hemisphere responds
looking for healthier four-square lyrical fond
of some things hoping for a miraculous beat,
comfortable with seasonal reasoned rhythms repeat
not quite so hopelessly white patterned arches
resting on male privileged marches
Busyness roots in monetized science
thereby left hemisphere exempting artistic
everyday eco-political experience
from GoldenRule expiring
Win/Win re-connecting
re-ligioning EarthDay
natural/spiritual cooperative
co-invested polyculturing ethics.
It is not uncommon to pick up three notebooks and have to use an edge of a page, or the margin, or the inside of the back cover or use a pen and write over a pencil missive. Hey, is that a paper plate? Okay, the front is covered, but what about the back? I turn it over, hoping, but there is a poem on both sides, written in marker, and I have tried to write between marker lines before. Not easy. There are seventeen Blank notebooks in the car, but it is so many steps out there, and the raccoon are on the porch. I know because I hear them slapping each other and squealing. Words pour out of me at an alarmingly fast rate. Not out of my mouth, out of my head! It is up to me to write them down, before they are lost forever. Someday a grandchild might want to know her grandma. Not know the party loving, game cheating grandma they think they know, but the poet grandma. Something I say might be important, after I am gone. That is when we suddenly get important. There might be something gloriously sage or profound pouring out of me right now. It is my duty to write it down, for the reading prowess of future generations, my baby’s baby’s babies. I reach for a napkin that has mercifully fallen out of a drawer. It will do.
God's organic clothes are coming unglued,
seasonal seams tearing apart,
emerging alarmingly chaotic
whatever, dissonance?
Supremely straight white noise?
Next time,
I'll recover your naked monolithic culture
in clothes of hard rooted wood
and yet how would you wear them?
Who could?
Perhaps we did
when God grew a tree
like earthy S/He.
Children of Me/We healthy trees
defectively praying for underfed worker bees
while ripping apart Earth's fertile forests
becoming undressed deserts
Unflowing river sand beds
bereaving naked tree trunks
Dead dry
senseless
sexless headstones
where future children of trees
would otherwise have grown moist fruit,
divinely dressed.
Today, March 8th is International Women’s Day. After centuries of relentless struggle, are women happier today…? Can’t say! Despite all claims to equality and progress, women are still at the back seat struggling to balance between her work and domestic chores. Alarmingly assaults on women have skyrocketed in our land than never before, especially in some of the Asian countries. Some thoughts on this ‘great day’
She dies a hundred times,
In the throes of spite and neglect
In the agony of betrayal
In the shame of defeat
Yet alive with charred spirits
And deep burns that shall not heal.
Shut in the cage of servitude
She lives an ugly duckling!
Fed on taunts and threats
Drunk on slander and slight
Smothered by age old mores
Manacled by custom and tradition.
A door mat under crushing feet
An expendable commodity
Bartered away,
Or
Bought at the highest bid.
A toy to play with
A curio wrapped in folds
To be disrobed before feasting eyes
And torn apart by man’s beastly lust
A chattel to be pawned and pledged
A chalice to be cast away
When emptied of its contents.
Yet, she is silent
Mute like a dumb animal.
Oh No! It's time to break this silence....
However, nemesis will take hold.
Please know, there lies an ember
Down beneath the dying hearth.
As the wind veers around,
The smoldering charcoal would blaze
Growing into a wild fire,
With tongues of flame leaping into the sky
That would ravage the Earth
Leaving nothing
But,
Heaps of coal
And piles of ash!
The marksmen took their position a century away from the target
The silhouette shape stood defenceless at the far end of the range
A clear sign of an alarmingly unequal contest in difficult times
Fred was unhappy with this situation of involuntary manslaughter
Had objected on conscientious grounds to Armed Forces conscription
But the killers knew his values and morals seemingly better than him
Align eye with sight and with aim breathe out firm grip on the trigger
'Better dead than red' the sergeants had shouted and 'men don’t refuse'
'Hit the bastards right where it counts be kind with a quick speedy death'
His shooting lane was number three and he deemed that good fortune
‘Bang’ and he released the bullet and felt only mild pain in his shoulder
Like a true connoisseur he waited for the results to be transmitted
Tension mounted the drama unfolded and Fred was an unlikely champion
Lane score results: One 48 Two 48 Three 0 Four 48 and 48 Five 48
Fred had a fine subtle point of some opposition and Either Can Win
02nd May 2018
Written for contest: crap shoot
Sponsored by John Lawless
I took the contest description as offering 4 possible sub themes to chose from
I chose 'Either Can Win'