Long Attachment Poems
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A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore
Before you ask
The answer is no
I will never surrender courage
For a place of defeat and storage
I will not abandon faith
For a worthless attachment to an uncertain estate
I refuse to relinquish love
For a well-fitted but counterfeit glove
I cannot renounce my goal
For a destination that ambushes my true role
I will not forsake confidence
For a river that runs with polluted opulence
I refuse to discard determination
For a chance to keep company with resignation
I dare not part with humility
For a life that grants honor to futility
Before you ask
Rest assured the answer is no
proximity was far beyond the reach
of closure departure
destination settlement
immediacy suspended a hung sky
in longitude perspectives
equations riddles
requests gripped the claws in vain
from suffering attachment
torture stranglehold
distance called upon commotion
in puzzlement surrender
gratitude belief
restitution bridged the gaping hole
for restitution destiny
awareness harmony
as the horizon tilted into meaning
contradicted stagnant apprehension
a canopy of scintillating comfort
crowned her roots with wings to fly
in liberation acceptance
tranquility balance
tarred feathers oozed in the sun
skin healed the scars of separation
wounds closed outskirts of despair
outposts became internal delectation
as life reached out and one path closed opened up the journey ...
Bubble-Itch
By Odin Roark
Like a wheel of endless births
Our personal bubble rolls and undulates
From first breath to death
Through meditations of desire
Shopping malls and jails
Farms
Caves
Rotten downtowns
Penthouse isolations
Cemeteries and urns
Especially unmarked graves
Of dirt and ocean anonymity
Whether sluiced by life’s briny water
Colored toxic flows
Or pure spring eruptions
The mind reconstitutes
Its textural translucence
Separating and recombining
Its minuscule droplets and grains of experience
Into sub-atomic particles for infinity’s grace
Seemingly
But not crushed
Under time’s animation
Such are the varying treads
Of wide circumferential roadwork
A modern terrain of fractured tar flecks
Once molten everything’s anything
Now but survival’s dust
Unscheduled
One’s bubble idles its roll and tilt
Atop the tightrope passage
Brain to that legendary heart muscle
Patiently pumping the thrill and troubles
That defined this organ’s attachment
This non-stop muscle that wants and grieves too
Even as it heals its slashes and teasing death threats
Where sleep and pleasure
Remain the swell of beaded spasms and waves
Floating
Rolling plodding
Reaching to become
History’s repeating mantra
Until
Mind and heart
Reluctantly giving up
Gasp
Hold
Await the next iteration
Knowing one’s vacuum
This morphed and re-morphed
Sublime emptiness-transmorphing
Is but eternity’s bubble-itch
Looking to be scratched
One more time
Name, a label, for mind-body identity,
which across past lives, we have had many,
as also gender rotation, for an experience spherical,
so this time around, now assimilating our earth life sojourn,
given pseudonym humbly confesses, there is much more to learn
Of traits and quirks and leanings determining innate reflex response,
how may we affirm validity of erst urges we now look at askance,
save that for most part we reside in thought rested vibrancy,
benediction divine, stretching bliss enriched continuum,
each enlivened node within form, our sensorium
Our family tree has myriad branches and leaves,
yet relationships do shift with time, so what may we believe,
prismatic reflections by us seen, honoured, embraced and released
as present becomes foggy past, stored in unreliable memory
whilst tender touch vibrational holds true in continuity
As attention oscillates between form and formlessness,
integral truth of void and manifestation is interconnectedness,
with God alone as our saviour, our heart immersed in fervent prayer
we recognise that presence of soul in body signals attachment,
so we accept what is as is, content in the bliss current
Reduced is fear and diminished is desire, yet ego pursues,
fearful doubts of failing to illumine consciousness still renew,
with Maslow’s triangle of human aspirations an accepted reality,
we wonder why it takes so long for us to choose to surrender,
dismayed at seeing pain, suffering and hearts asunder
We desire that man and nature co-exist in harmony
treading gently on earth, lovingly, tenderly and mindfully,
all hearts in resonation with love, entwined with universal mind,
free of superstitions and narrowness, seeking Gods light,
each being radiating their unique auric hues bright
What may we say of where we live, for who are we
as we embark moment to moment on a blissful spree,
be it for the moment encased in this human material form
or as our true self pristine pure, a being of living light,
doing Gods will, by His grace, each day and night
Our name? Spirit unstained. We are That!
04-July-2021
THIS IS WHO I AM Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Death and life
are a degenerate/regenerate transformation
of negative/positive energy,
space flowing time's sustaining identity;
Therapeutic transubstantiation
for those with ecopolitical maturity,
to sensory
sensual,
even sexual, power identify
with all generations before;
And, for those who have
communed
compassioned
communificated
with generous
grateful sufficiency,
transforming humane regenerators
yet to arrive
On spiraling
revolutionary Earth,
born of sacred EarthMother's
primal metamorphic eucharist,
attachment
creation
recreation,
healthing green
and wealthing blue
and ultra non-violet regenesis.
Yesterday
I heard someone say
To cure police
and military violence,
we need a NonTrumpian change of culture.
Sometimes revolutionary changes
include conserving feminist elements
of ancient healing cultures;
Intent to reward multicultural inclusion
rather than hanging on to patriarchal
and capitalistic monocultural supremacy--
a culture of exclusion,
excommunication,
and extraction from Earth's communal nature
and spirit.
Sometimes we need to restore justice
and peace to our own soil
and souls
before we are ready to grow
healthy seeds of primal relationship,
healthcare,
compassion,
into wealthy win/win Paradise.
I have also heard it said,
If you show mercy
to a sociopath,
And if you merely shun
an imperialistic narcissist,
you will only fuel future selfish outrage.
But, I have lived with oppositional defiance
neurologically hard-wired
for adolescent megalomania
and know that punishment,
revenge,
violence,
anger,
fear,
and hatred fuel sociopathology,
Not healing warmth
of transparent and vulnerable attachment,
healthy curiosity,
abundant care,
nonviolent communication,
compassion,
gratitude for opportunities
to explore win/win polycultural outcomes
ecologically healthy
and communally wealthy
erupting into global healing
theological experience of grace.
My daughter
with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
listens by the hour
to a kids song,
"Sharing is caring.
Be kind to everyone."
But, we train our police,
and our soldiers
and our political party
and economic investors
the opposite
retributive
competitive
hostile
paternalistic
capitalistic
win/lose
zero-sum
monoculturing shadow
of ecofeminist multicultural truth
and beauty,
nature
and spirit.
The false peace of tolerating mutual win/lose hostility
is a sin of freedom's omission
to reconnect with Earth's greater gracious half.
When I said, just everybody leave me
Dear true buddies, you always loved me back.
This bond of companionship.
Is more worthy than any kinda of Relationship
I am truly fond of this lovely affection nd attachment
that gave me good will and the harmony.
Beside true friends with theer fellowship that has
care, love and warmth in this fake world.
With the blind trust we build toghether
without any worry or hesitation
No more friends I need how
cuz they are meant to be my family.
It's not just a formality or Familiarity
but everything I believe believes believed
Thanks
I want to be fully unwrapped
within the arms of your heart ~
the effervescent efflorescence
effortlessly cultivating our truth,
with your heat as my clothing,
your throb as my psalm,
your love as soft thunder,
soothing in silence
my mind’s mayhem, malevolence…
But to be your chosen heirloom,
must I turn fears
into flowers of resilience,
mask insecurities with interstellar lies,
pretend to be prepared
for the poisoned persistence,
as if ink trembles not at the
thought of losing the light
that found me ~
weeping on the edge of nothingness?
O lion’s mane huntsman,
my warrior scavenging
through storms and starlight,
come sail with me
to the distant dunes
of deepened devotion.
Succumb to this surreal seclusion,
cloaked in captivating colors
of branching attachment,
where you and I will
face the nefarious unnamed
like Persephone,
strolling between thistles
and abyssal dawn,
oblivious to what blooms above,
the labyrinth of love-starvation,
finding clarity through static panic,
returning to your dream,
where cacophonous control
calms the inner conscience
clawed to the catastrophic
currents of craving.
I am the midnight wanderer
intoxicated on pomegranate’s
forbidden ecstasy,
euphoric amidst the orchid
haze of Hades.
For what is happiness
in the absence
of fulfillment or contentment?
I have long learned
the adjectives to accentuate
peace through pain,
serenading serenity
beneath skies adorned
with doomed diamonds.
So let me stay alive in
the lines of allure,
find lucidity through distortion ~
hope through helplessness,
rise again to a spring
that pulses
for piercingly perfumed passion ...
WellBeing,
personal and political,
economic and ecological,
comes in at least two colors,
maybe four,
possibly octaved more,
but for every listening then speaking you,
natural health
green-blue,
and spiritual wealth
red-blooded true.
Natural health
longs for individual freedom
for nutritional,
nourishing,
nurtured rights
of cooperatively creolizing life
toward more wins winning climax climates
and long-term polycultural outcomes.
Spiritual wealth
belongs securely in interdependent polypathic webs
of family extending back past historic MayFlowers
and indigenous FireCircles
to DNA eco-governing couplings
Synergy
emergent integrity
in revolutionary surprising healthy multicultural ways
and making means resilient
brilliantly safe and secure health
from generations past
for regenerating future climate win/win sustainability,
inside-ego and outside-eco
co-present awareness,
self/other conscious attachment,
re-connection.
Individual health rights
and collective wealth responsibilities,
freedoms, both to and fro, equally co-responsive
and secure wealth of health
interdependently optimal;
Two color culture faces
of one civil and communal covenant
within healthy climate
historic revolutionary multicultures,
Earth health rights
for responsible
cooperatively managed resource wealth,
Ultra-nonviolent
global communi-nation,
through less defecation
of EarthMother red co-attachments fueling spirits within
MotherEarth green-blue integrity potentiating natures without;
GreenBlue
co-inviting ReStorativeRed,
mutually opposed to dead.