Long Biotic Poems
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Fallen Crocus leaking udder
could not turn within
puddles murky wade bacteria still
filled with slugs, bugs ludicrously crawling
who tried to warn her with slimy
S c o r n
relaying daily that to turn faucet
was very thing to open
Sky, Heart, chlorophyll vibrating in swing
loosening apron Strings —
not endless baking of tarts to gobble sweet
sad —- Oedipal she preferred
starting day with farts, dough rising
….dandelion ticks
popping
meadows, mountains mutinous
remain stuck in Dante’s purgatory rut
frozen d r e a m-ponds
creepers like waiting ropes
twirl laundry slave, Slippery hope
S l o P e
lumpity bumps remained to beam—-
yard hosting corrugated elastic plastic
gathering guano gooing
noisily scowling
‘must I dish your food ?!!’
wrinkled petals howl
‘Yes, please…’ from potato
couch —- creamy curry it would
seem…
with raisins
Saturdays morn to noon to night
swoon or drift at tv they would ghostly
G l o a t
at teams losing soccer
floats
imbibing dramatised S o A p s
stressful messy knives and forks
Gawking Oaks —
starlings sighed singing high notes
going by, unheard choruses
unnoticed
unkempt grass
g r. O. w i. N. g ___\\\\\
to reach beyond ^^^
stead’s broken fence
head ~LOcKED !!
vine with ivy do not applaud
matters NOT ! neurotic inside-out
hatters biotic >>
more comfy to waddle in
g r a v y —- S a v v y
than Soul to take
a soar A S C E N D I N G
earthy navies
sea cows sleep ——-
forever, wading
SlowLy
Sun shines down on
aching bones Cold
— I circle my own
life force with purple
to gold___>>
Once, there were buffalo herds,
then the white man came.
All business money-minds;
their hide market thrived
and then…no buffalo.
Once, the porcelain beluga,
numbered in the thousands.
Years of caviar-mad minds
depleted the pods,
to only three thousand, worldwide;
then, there were nearly none.
A-biotic oil hunters fracked
the oceans; earth’s crust.
Cracked by water and carcinogens,
That have, depleted too much algae.
Soon, there’ll be none.
No plankton and algae,
starves thousands of marine species.
Look ahead, fifty to one hundred years
and there’ll be no more.
Once, there were colorful coral reefs,
but demoniacal corporations,
have destroyed them.
Black sludge,
Oil-seeking fools, trusting fools;
have eliminated them.
Now everything floods and
there will be no more life.
Once, there were planets,
in Earth’s solar system.
The great destroyer, humans;
Have obliterated them all
and it exists,
No more.
Someday, humans will obliterate themselves
and then, there’ll be none left;
on the brown dwarf,
formerly called,
“Earth”.
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
dear sea …
let the sun and moon
spill your wave-top treasure into
the coffers of my being -
gold coins a-shimmering in day
silver doubloons in night -
let that be my
wealth …
dear wind …
please kiss my
cheek with the embers of the seasons -
the crisp of autumn and
bite of snow …
the sweet of blossoms
and the radiant flutter of July
let them be my
whims …
dear woodlands …
may your verdant boughs
and lush, biotic breath enfold me -
hold me close in the mysteries of your
shadowed heart …
and the bounty of your bosom
(countless eyes attending)
let them be my
desires …
dear highlands …
please offer me your
solitude and peace - spread your
heathered lace about
my feet, frosted majesty above
as your rills dance with the music
of the amaranthine …
let them all be the intrinsic
elements of my
spirit …
dear heavens …
your keen, quiet,
immeasurable vastness trembles
with the truths of life and
perils of passion …
that sea of suns scribbles a name and
a tome for each of us -
it’s dust is our essence and id
and our eternity proves its breadth …
let that ocean of awe and
ample immutability be
the tapestry for my …
dreams.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Defining Terms:
Ego--not Eco
Left--not Right
If Ego = not Eco,
as Left = not Right,
Then not(Left) = not(not Right)
If Left hemisphere is Either/Or dominant
as Right hemisphere is Both/And prominent,
Then Either/Or = not Both/And
and
not(Either/Or) = not(not Both/And) logic
and ecologic
and theologic
and biologic
and sociologic
and anthropologic
and systemic-logic
and comparative Win/Lose to Win/Win healthy wealth game-logic.
Calculating math
and strategic arts and sciences
and integrity compromises and risks
unfortunately necessary for economic or political power
ZeroSum loss containment
Are not the same closed-off skill sets
as Open Whole Systemic life skill
mythopoetic WinWin co-facilitations
felt through bilateral geometrics
and biotic life sciences
and old performance arts with new info-technology sciences,
and integral health-wealth optimization opportunities
Invited by WinWin maximizing ecopolitical cooperative ownership
and inside/outside
ego/eco-management powers
through multicultural democratic health gains
As calculated and strategically WinWin commodified
by multiculturing EarthTribe
Zero TaoSouls.
It is an important principle
of ego/ecofeminist bilateral dipolar therapy
that the yin-healer
polypathically loves to learn
to stretch toleration for intolerable yang-aggressive
challenged and challenging people
And growing robust tolerance
co-acclimation
for understanding patriarchal principles,
physical v metaphysical dissonant pain,
mysteriously dying plants and under-privileged species
and denying matriarchal WinWin PatrioticPlanet
tipping toward a bilateral balancing point
hoping for our open Universal ecosystemic Win
and unclosed Unitarian-Integral ego-systemic individuating Win.
Unfortunately,
this reform may require transforming the yin-healer's memory
back toward early WinWin childhood
and/or projecting toward a future
shared WiseElder tolerance
fore-giveness
and long-term restorative mercy
for all past intolerant communications
in response to monocultural colonizing
patriarchal intolerance
of polycultural creolizing
matriarchal tolerance,
Celebrating both/and everyday communion.
In long winters
when curious bears hibernate,
When even those few songbirds left behind
are stoically silent
at their least amorous time,
When uneven bare trees and bushes
retire into aptic
dormant
deep naked entropy,
It is sad seasonally appropriate
to barely live outside robotic,
lethargic, biotic bionic
frozenly mechanistic
and yet deeply empathic,
simultaneously.
Then springs Spring!
Let synaptic mania
swell up again,
Open the windows
and darkening doors
to set this home and love
in fresh-incoming sappy order
Resiliently resonant enough
to last through sweltering dog days
of co-empathic musky slumbering
buzzing
drowsy summer,
fat with greens
united,
and not uncuriously uniform.