Long Avocation Poems
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No matter how or what you write:
A myth, a melodrama or a mystery,
About your life or a dreadful night
In a poem, a song or a short story;
Write in a manner to evoke pathos,
And in matter to mirror a tragedy,
Establish a sincere sense of ethos
Whether you write a satire or a comedy.
Either try to provoke a hearty laughter
Or to elicit a feeling of warm sorrow,
Steer them stealthily to a myth buster
Or promise them a better tomorrow.
Write an epic, an elegy or a pastoral
With a sublime, visionary imagination,
A ballad, an ode or even a doggerel
of a dramatic event or a silly situation.
Perceive the pulse and tone of the people,
The image, the rhythm and the sound,
The habit, custom, creed and the foible,
Develop the theme with metaphors abound.
The essence of life belongs to poetry,
It is an ever enriching avocation,
Where purity of love overcomes bigotry,
Where reality juxtaposes with imagination!
His name was Tom, he was an engineer.
This was not his calling, it is amazingly clear.
He stumbled upon apples at a market one day.
And he said “listen to me, right away!”
There are lost apples, people have not eaten for a hundred years.
I am going to find them, and raise them up, in these mountain clears.
Arkansas blacks, and Rusty Coats that are soft like pears.
Sweet as honey, they will attract all kinds of bears.
Mr. Brown has an orchard, and he is a super sleuth.
He has tracked down many varieties, this is the truth.
An elderly lady led him to the very last Junaluska apple tree.
He now can grow them as well as the Cherokee.
Tom Brown, you are a hero, for your avocation.
We apple pie baking folks are glad you live in our nation.
Thank you for rescuing the Grimes Golden sweets.
That they taste of nutmeg is rather neat!
Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I have an art studio in the back of my garage.
It lures me in on a daily basis – hours before and after work.
My hobby fills me with joy and satisfaction.
I feel completed, validated, and beloved when I am painting.
Five hours seems like twenty minutes.
My husband wholeheartedly approves of my hobby.
He knows that painting is as necessary for me as seeing.
I draw out between eight and thirteen canvases a week.
I have stacks of them in the studio, waiting for me.
While paint is drying on one, I am on to the next.
Painting is my passion, my avocation, my love.
It brings me fulfillment, reverence and silence.
When I am in the zone of painting, I am in another dimension.
My canvases are my fantasy, my children, my soul extensions.
I cannot imagine life without painting.
I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools
But an uninspiring vacation
won't work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.
What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.
If you can do that
then She'll share with you
Why you can come home
in life's eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.
Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom's breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
too irresponsibly disassociate.
Seeking now what you would find
if your dad's ass weren't far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth's most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation
Goin' out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.
We have some friends with a son named Todd,
whose avocation was to an actor be.
Little did I know that his avocation
would sometime soon involve me.
I loved to sing around the house
and (if I say so myself) could carry a tune.
One day my wife told me that she
didn't know how really well I could croon.
Their son had gotten a lead role in a show,
my wife bragged about my singing.
When she mentioned that chorus voices were needed,
I should have heard the alarm bells ringing.
Have you ever been in a Musical Show?
In front of an audience I would never stir,
Yet, here I was agreeing
to join the chorus of "Oliver".
It was very hard work from the beginning,
rehearsals and stage blocking every night.
Then there were the costumes and make-up,
Now I know what it feels like to put on tights.
Oh, you should have seen me,
dancing and singing like never before.
Gallavanting with trepidation in every step,
learning to enjoy the audience's roar.
It was fun as I had never experienced,
being part of a cast to make others smile.
Wearing hose and funny clothes, pretending
that I was someone else for a little while.
I don't remember how many performances,
but I'll never forget that feeling at the end of the show.
When the audiences stood and applauded us,
as we bowed and then had to go.
There is no such feeling in the world,
than to be appreciated by others you see.
Performers, writers, comics, or poets
all give us something we need.
That is why they shower their applause on us,
when we perform to make their day.
I know, because I have experienced it
even in just my own little way.
It made me want to do it again,
to be an actor and not a stagehand hidden.
I'll tell you about my next performance,
in a show that I was so glad to have given.
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.
Difference between
Who am I?
and
What am I for?
What is my purpose,
healthy meaning,
resonant ethology,
theological vocation,
ecological therapeutic avocation?
Cannot outshine similarities
for RightBrain's sacred WiseElder capacity
sufficiency
with holding these two,
What next comes?
and Why EarthLife past?
inductively together
as co-defining,
refining Here-With-Now
Who have we been
at our best multicultural wealth
of polyculturing health?
Of course monoculturing LeftBrain dominance
will happily deduce
a million degrees of separation
between secular identity
and sacred individuation,
between form,
function,
being and becoming,
and for many good healthy reasons
insist on separately labeled boxes
between RightBrain
Both/And Future Identity hopes with primal feelings
and LeftBrain Either/Or
Past Ego/Eco bifurcation,
mutually exclusive
double-binding
co-refining
anti-septic separations.
And yet
lacking therapeutic integrity
of Ego resonant advocacy
for
as
with
by
of
through eco-meaning historic DNA roots
Restore my healthing ZeroSoul
with sufficiency
for what we have achieved to nurturing date
through cooperative health quality improving We
And in spite of egocentric competing Me
so far,
still dissonantly failing to fully WinWin up
Revolutionary restoring green healing Yes!
notnot so distracted by Red, No!!!!
Enough WinLose
BusinessAsUsual competition for today
and too much for climate health tomorrow
to revisit
Who I am
and Why we ever were
again each reborn dawning morrow.
Differences between
Who am I?
ZeroZone
and
What am I for?
What is my double-binary bicameral purpose,
healthy meaning,
wealthiest ethology?
Cannot outshine binomial similarities
for double-binding Secular/Sacred RightBrain's
WiseElder historic capacity
sufficiency
with holding these Awesome two,
What comes next for Ego?
AND
Why this EarthCentric patriotic/matriotic Past?
inductively together
Co-defining
notnot yin-fractal wu-wei balance
refining PositivEnergy YangAbundance
Where have we been
speed of PrimeRelational EnLightening?
Who have we ZeroZoneZen been at our best
WinWin Sacred Ego-EcoLogos wealth
multiculturing PositivEnergy Democracy
Trusting only healthy past
for wealthy futures?
Whatever is good is God.
Whomever chooses to be bad is just evil
So let the foul pollute himself.
Whomever continues to lie let them lie
bad liars must have good memories:
Today, my avocation is what help me
Its help deal with the madness, that surround me:
It only takes the one, two, three to set off my anxiety
“The thoughts you resist persist.” quote:
The positive energy I retain, I immediately give off
a hearty welcome, with a smile is just letting you all know
That I appreciated every one of you.
Whatever is good is God:
Whomever, chooses to be bad is just evil
My life is an open book, as I reveal it my poetry writing
Some folks do plastic surgery to better themselves
I improve my minds with my writing,
Words are my friends, so I surrounded myself with words
As my broken heart hurt me my writing improve like
A crying baby who was given a lollipop:
At times brain sax calm me,
Lying awake wouldn’t help the situation,
But the tick Tok tick sound of rain, might:
I choose my words carefully,
Because the manufacturers lie at times
All sizes don’t fit all.
Before ... I was a poetry writer,
I was a little girl story-writer,
though bullied- I became a life fighter,
and found a release.
With words there was total liberation,
and writing became my avocation,
a release, elation, fascination,
from past sadness.
I think, ponder and contemplate a theme,
sometimes, it will just come on a sunny beam,
I meditate and muse, reflect and dream,
to find poetic release.
The theme ... I will probe and investigate,
research, explore, and often it will frustrate,
but, then I have it and will celebrate,
just before release.
Have learnt to be diligent ... devoted,
in my head words and phrases have floated,
some of my lines have even been quoted,
now, I am a writer.
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November 14, 2022
Poetry/Tail-rhyme/Now, I Am a Writer
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1502-292-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Just Before Release
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 11/27/2022
Seventh Place