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Jung observed
Where animus PowerOver dominates,
empirically reigns,
there lies anima’s yin-Love
soft recessive Shadow.
Positive to negative,
and double-binding negative
to appositionally reverse
not not yet re-imaged positive
power both/and democratically with.
PowerOver patriarchy
dominating mutual empathic
EarthMatriarchal power flowing with
and through
each healthy root relationship
of AnimusSelf with AnimaOther.
For some, this PowerWith agape feels sacred,
yet also cooperatively natural, organic
like what we have always most appreciated
as nourishing hands and face,
light and voice and feet,
taste and sound and feel,
humane heart and embryo regenerate mindbody.
Open EcoSystemic PowerWith others,
with Earth,
with nurture co-arising Time's regenerate Presence,
but not with PowerOver dominance,
competing Win to not Lose monopolistic life and death emotions,
thoughts,
mistaken beliefs about this animus AND anima
eco-shadows co-arising
Basic Trusting Revolutions,
great and small transitions of ecoconsciousness.
Some speak of climatic and aggressive PowerOver
in contrast to reverence,
substituting Jung’s LoveShadow
with a sacred shadowing
poly-teleological re-ligioning
multicultural WinWin equivalent
nondual nature/spirit evolving balance.
Yet, Yin emerges a binomial yinyin notnot
shadowing WinWin conscience
synergetic intuitions informed by DNA sacred scripture
love-with-health regenerating mutual true-beauty compliance,
resonance,
contenting resolutions,
cooperative relationships with mutually co-incarnate
economic balance of nutritional values,
expecting loving hand and face outcomes
for all Earth’s Tribes,
grateful for evolving mindbodies
surfing through octave-wave co-arising functions
of ego/ecoconsciousness.
For me,
power and love together are reverence
most fully accessible to each and all
maintaining cooperative nutritionally-motivated Basic Trust Attendance,
free to ShowUp, Notice, explore ego’s curiosities,
yet free from overly-cynical ruminations
about how to control mysteries and stories
recovered and discovered
uncovered and unfolding,
reweaving yet again together.
Initially, an attempt
sought regarding Das scribe,
yours truly donning checkerboarded rawhide
collared, cuffed oversize raiment, pride
and prejudice obscured
courtesy hand-me-downs
couture also decking out
alley oop trapeze artist bride
of Frankenstein grooming in attendance
with her bonafide
circus motley crew, a veritable
monster mish mashup
happenstance didst decide
unlike traditional feted newlyweds
swingers airborne did only abide.
The law of gravity aerial
pas de deux bodies airborne
aloft pledging their respective troths sworn
fleeting suspended animation while shorn
infinitesimally of Earth's pull
only expert can playfully scorn
accomplishment courtesy no greenhorne
neophytes in utero umbilical cord,
taking root as metaphorical acorn,
thus unbridled and groomed skill inborn
burst out the womb like heated popcorn
snapped up since birth well worn
genes Ringling Brothers and
Barnum & Bailey circus practiced morn
till night stunts became second nature
encore performance no matters bodies outworn.
Curtain Call now doth close
unrehearsed poetic gambit,
cuz yours truly tuckered out I suppose
ready to take his doze
zee dough into dreamland, expose
zing oft times confused
with dark shadow of outer limits
of twilight zone, where me lovely bones froze
where sudden night mare arose
gripping courtesy rigor mortis head to toes
daunting wordsmith champion
manifestation of daily woes.
Suddenly me clutched
by melancholic despair
somnambulantly where
countless tomb morrows tramp
scarcely undifferentiated from yesterday's care
wracking psyche with wrath plus fear
at accursed purposelessness near
faux sing myself regarding pas
city to emulate good cheer.
If I were famous – wanting to remain unseen
I’d have a secret way to leave my house.
While I’d sneak off as quiet as a mouse,
I’d have a “double” leave by limosine!
My house would have a pool inside and out!
My rooms would be so lovely and pristine
because I’d have myself (without a doubt)
a trusted staff to garden and to clean.
I’d use my money for good causes, and
I’d travel in the comfort of my jet.
Despite all that, I wouldn’t act all grand,
for never domineering could I get!
Perhaps a movie critic I would be.
I’d have a screening room. Friends I’d invite
to view new movies in my house with me.
At Oscars, in attendance I would be.
Though famous, I’d be like I am today -
still down to earth and working with my mind.
A homebody most likely I would stay,
and always I’d remember to be kind.
March 16, 2021 for Joe Sandler's If I Were Famous Poetry Contest
I finished high school in the 60's, a decade of 'Change and Revolution'. Got married in the 70's, the decade of 'Accountability and Resolution'. Yes, I became a man in the 70's, a college graduate, a father, a voter, a missionary pastor, and a homeowner. The decade of the 70's was like building a foundation and a platform in anticipation of the decade of the 80's.
The 80's was a decade of 'Reconstruction, Reconsideration, Reconciliation, and Revision'. The 80's, also a decade of Fiscal Responsibility, Vision, and Expansion, gave birth to the formation and rise of the Reagan Democrats. I suspect that Jimmy Carter was no match for the 80's because the 80's ushered in his defeat at the hands of Ronald Reagan, who also took on The Air Traffic Controllers and weakened the hands of America's Strong Labor Unions. The Spring of '81 brought us the failed assassination attempt on Ronald Reagan who nearly died but recovered and went on to become a great president who said to the head of the Soviet Union, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall". There were great catches, great runs, great tackles, and great touchdowns as the 80's brought the rise and reign of the San Francisco 49ers. In the late 70's, Americans were captured and held hostage in Iran and released in the early 80's. My first vote for a Republican presidential candidate was cast in 1980 for Ronald Reagan. Our third and last child was born in 1981, and after moving to Sacramento in '86, unable to find work in Sacramento. I commuted to San Francisco for two and a half years. The Aids epidemic broke out in the 80's, and suddenly the sexual revolution was being brought to, if not a halt, at least a pause. Early on with very small attendance, an Aids Seminar was held at our church.
10132018PoSoupContest, Remembering The 80's, Michelle Faulkner
She’s certain to be reminded when she returns for a visit
what an awful child she was to raise
the kid who brought home report cards of all A’s
winning nearly every award each year
on the last day of school in May
keeping her symptoms a secret when she was sick
so as not to ruin her record of perfect attendance
who didn’t drink or do drugs
never needing to be bailed out of jail
spending most of her time alone in her room
reading books and not bothering anybody
sacrificing her seat in the school band for a job
at the age of fifteen so she could afford her own car
before that rarely asking for a ride anywhere
as she possessed two perfectly good feet
to take her where she needed or wanted to go
regardless of rain or snow
though she was ten minutes late once arriving home
from a friend’s house in fifth grade
She didn’t tell them as she sat there in silent tears
at the kitchen table as she was scolded
that she had been offered a cigarette and said no
She didn’t want her only friend to be
considered a bad kid like me
My mortality,
I once deemed far away
For I was young and strapping
But winds of time cause thinking to sway
Bringing thoughts to bear of my eternal napping.
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Brother Larry,
When young, mortality,
Scarcely garners many passing thoughts,
But winds of time metamorphoses our thoughts
From what was, and is, into what will be.
The greatest decision we are called upon to make in life
Is the acceptance or rejection of Jesus.
This determines where our eternal sleep will be.
You did a superb job at Sister Irene’s funeral
A job that we could never have done;
Hence the reason that God gave differing talents.
We pray that everyone in attendance
Has taken a hard look at their life.
We are so proud and thankful
For the young man that you have become,
And feel privileged to call you our nephew.
God Bless you and your family
In all that the Lord leads you to do.
June 22 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 1-4
Key Verse – Proverbs 1:7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WISDOM INSTRUCTOR
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my understanding’s perception
Thank You that Your justice enables my judgment of equity’s reception
Along Your divine knowledge and discretion
Toward my learning midst counsel interpretation.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my grace ornament
Thank You that Your law hinders my heart from sin-enticement
Along Your reproof against iniquity-entanglement
Toward my prosperity, protected from transgression-defilement.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my obedience to Your truth willingly
Thank You that Your precepts illumine my mind radiantly
Along Your guidance for me to walk upon Your ways uprightly
Toward my zeal to dwell in Your will constantly.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my days’ lengthening while from You, learning
Thank You that Your direction points my heart to heavenly leaning
Along Your correction with loving chastening
Toward my peace midst pleasant faith-refining.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my meaningful happiness
Thank You that Your statutes smite my foolishness
Along Your assurance against hopelessness
Toward my security, shielded by Your goodness.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my doctrine attendance
Thank You that Your principles propel my spiritual endurance
Along Your teachings against destructive arrogance
Toward my discipleship of faithfulness-sustenance.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Instructor
for my warning from spiritual departure
Thank You that Your Scriptures guard my soul against worldliness’ venture
Along Your exhortations bracing servanthood-posture
Toward my victory in ministerial loving gesture.
June 22, 2023
I got tired of being called a hillbilly from the sticks.
So I built a time machine and traveled back to 1776.
I intended to see the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
This was a fantastic historical moment that needed my attendance.
But my time machine landed on Thomas Jefferson before the document was written.
The document wouldn't exist that gave America independence from Great Britain.
I accidentally squashed Thomas Jefferson so it was left up to me.
I wrote the Declaration of Independence so the USA could be free.
You may have noticed a few changes that I made.
One of which is that it's mandatory for me to get laid.
I proved that I'm not a hick who is slow.
I wrote the Declaration of Independence nearly two and a half centuries ago.
Written by Gail DeBole
On December 8, 2021
Updated on February 6, 2025
Before his fans entered the funeral’s door
They all read a sign that they couldn’t ignore.
The sign listed rules to be followed by his fans
Who had come to show respect for this funny man.
He wanted to make sure his mourners stayed safe.
To not follow these mandates would not help their fate.
Before they could enter to pay their respects
The first request was to all disinfect
By cleaning their hands with sanitizer provided
While social distancing six feet - they were all reminded.
Everyone had to show a card that proved
They were vaccinated at least times two.
They were all to wear masks to filter the air
In case Covid was in attendance there.
The comic - so funny while he was alive
Couldn’t resist entertaining even after he died.
Lying very still in a handsome blue suit
The comic exuded humor even though he was mute.
And as each person approached the casket to say a goodbye
Some laughed or you could see a smile in their eyes.
For the comic was lying there even in death
Wearing a face mask to not be a threat!
We Americans are very creative when it comes to conquering malaise,
By founding specific times in which to celebrate any wacky craze!
Legal holidays are well established and we honor Father and Mother,
But each day, week or month we lionize some silly thing or other!
There's a "National Bubba Day" and "Check Your Batteries Day."
There's a "Poem In Your Pocket Day" and a "Clerihew Day."
A "Dump Your 'Significant Jerk' Week" and "National Rabbit Week."
A "National Scoop The Poop Week" and a "Cockoo Dancing Week."
I'm thrilled to know about "I'm Not Going To Take It Anymore Week."
For the pudding aficionado there's a "Bread Pudding Exchange Week."
I can appreciate "Hug Your Cat Day" but not "Appreciate A Dragon Day."
I will eagerly celebrate "Eat What You Want Day" and "Act Happy Day."
There's even a "Middle Name Pride Day" and "Upsy Daisy Day!"
I can forego "National Go Barefoot Day" and "National Licorice Day."
'Twould be well for all to observe "Be Kind To Humankind Week!"
There also happens to be an "Elvis Week" and "Cookie Cutter Week."
Church attendance seems to rise during "Bingo Month" in December.
Dog lovers, be aware of "Responsible Dog Ownership Month" in September.
I pray your life has been edified by all of this meaningless information,
But I felt it my obligation to further enhance your education!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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