Long Civility Poems
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I can experience integrity of time
and dissonance of not enough
and too much
but cannot find
define
refine a line
in-between
anxiety and anticipation
Win ego-healthy center
to win-ecosystemic wealth sufficiency
divesting of a punishing win/lose shadow
anthro-supremacist leftbrain dominant world
view
Feeling committed to change
strategies restoring peace
on
and in,
above
and beyond awesome
and wondrous sacred
divinely secularized humane
EarthJustice
Could never become regenerative
through degenerative win/lose
ZeroSum scarcity
predicts dissonance about punishment
AND
Peace will never spontaneously regenerate
when diminishing multicultural esteem value
for win/win NonZero sums
of integrity's Truth means BeautyTwo emergence
restoring bicameral climates of warm felt justice
Through integral,
permacultural,
polycultural
global climate health
restoring inside
outside Peace
of Just sufficiency
simplicity
sustainability
surrounded by EarthDay seas
of gratitude
CoEmpathic sympathy
CoOperative empathy
CoPassion nonpathology
Win/Win trusting attitudes
of ecosystemic deep
and emergent wide experience
through multi-sensory
multi-generational
poly-regenerational reflection
micro ego-inspired
and macro eco-witnessed
BiCameral Left with Right co-operative
co-reflection identity confluence,
curious confidence,
Integrity's potential
slow-steeped tea
of sufficiency
robust simplicity
solidarity through win/win
elegant engagement
civility
Restoring EarthPeace
through multiculturally appreciative Justice
integrating sustainable EarthFull View dialogue
AND
Not diving so deeply
in disastrously dissonant
deductive dominant
EarthScarcity debate.
As I age in place
into awareness of replaceability
I bow to humbling curiosity,
Whether more anxious
or anticipating,
I remain conflicted
About predicting
a win/win global healthy climate
sustainable outcome
In which my own anthroprivileged species
grows in ecological curiosity
and theological humility
Enough for winning healthy Earth
restoring justice,
inclusive
or exclusive?
of us.
A peaceful paradise of curious promise
for resiliently wealthy
multicultural ecofeminists
of all seeing/hearing EarthMother species
AND our leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale capital growing fragile
and increasingly wounded Allies
Or will this Great Green Transition
end and recycle back again
a healthier peace and justice Earth
devoid of inhumane
predative
overpopulated rabid hetero-unsapient pests?
While this winEarth/loseAnthros
heart-stopping vision fails to mention
all the further kinship species
we have already helped exterminate
and will continue to take out with us,
Still
stunned
shunned
I remain quietly hopeful
that a seventh great extinction
might never come to be
before Second Comings
Of Edenic Civility
bereft of straight either/or lined
leftbrain dominant distractions
Extractions
from right interdependent circling
spiraling feeling
abundant historical multicultural traction
for healthy democratic energy
empowering flow
and enlightened nature/spirit MultiSpecies
Worshipping
polyculturing sensory resonant pleasures
of resilient health wealthy climate paradise
Recovering
old aging wonder,
humbling
and still actively curious
how EarthMother healthy ends
And rebegins
re-ligions wealthily ever after
with Yang empowering
Yintegral enlightening balance,
Either both/and way,
humane-divine hybrid consciousness
of
merely sublime natural
sensory aware
animating spirits,
Breaths of incoming
outgoing life
as love
regeneratively prevails.
And yet
I cannot resist some attachment,
as I limp toward my own ego-recentering
ultra-nonviolet
compassioning horizon,
Rooting for this new global age
of Green Cooperative EcoNonPaternal-Privileged
already leading our nonviolent communion
toward a resiliently restorative EarthJustice Way,
A curious winning for AnthroTribe
also winning Earth GreenPeace
to health/wealth new deal Thrive.
My non-communication
and dissonant
dysfunctional miscommunication,
and occasionally aggressive
challenging win/lose dogmatic
refusal to bother with communication,
These all degeneratively punish
and unpleasantly neglect
open systemic civility
With marginalizing effects
further reinforcing
disempowered
and unenlightened
trauma-avoiding behaviors
Toxic for those most wounded
and disabled
by LeftBrain dominant
monotheistic divine omnipotence
v hedonistic human non-verbal
non-violent impotence
A non-communion corporate spirit
of LeftBrain individual is supreme
divisive worldview
harboring "gifted" classrooms
and partisan parties
and elitist societies
for StraightWhite
anthro-hierarchical evolutionary power
to suppress RightBrain
healthy multicultural Trust
wealthy with indigenous
natural/spiritual Beauty.
Resonant resilient communication
strings of thriving v merely surviving
history may invite a long operatic organic epic
but does not necessarily suppress communion
of non-verbal healthy-wealth intuitions,
does not repress
felt polysensory-neural healthcare
community
Passionate gratitude
positive attitude
inspired by sacred place
of generous natural Trust
meets secular incorporated time
to co-invest in ubiquitous spiritual Beauty
Communicating mindful thanks
humble joy
reminds me
my "disability" labels
lie uncomfortably close
to dis-enabling resonant integrity's
deepest sacred potential,
resilient love communication
in multicultural experiences
of abundant
serene win/win
resonant communion
Wide passions
of co-empathic gratitude
for each day of Truth thought
is also Beauty felt
growing in multi-sensory resonance
neuro-systemic health-is-rich-wealth
polyculturing resilient communications
Prevailing over non-communication
and dissonant
disempowering miscommunication,
and occasionally aggressive
challenging oppositionally defiant
unenlightened refusal to bother
communicating sacred
space expanding
compassionate co-passions.
A nation in crisis
Democracy in divide
Repudiating solution
Political pride
Democracy in divide
Dissolution and havoc
Political pride
Absence of civility
Dissolution and havoc
A high price to pay
Absence of civility
Constitutional discord
A high price to pay
Repudiating solution
Constitutional discord
A nation in crisis
February 5, 2017
In Battery Point, two centuries stayed
Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic
Paired attic windows see civility made
From grim past pioneering treachery awoke
Piston motion push n pull combustion
Cloudy tea cups cultivate cow cud, churn
Tangible treaties are carved, thrusting
Structure schools crops convened return
Stood in a line, life dictates we press
Our progenies - dominoes, foretell demise
Dots identify, dark remains nameless
Two sided story - twists a spritely surprise
Federation funds finds plenty plausible
Bundled under blankets, cash in chest reserve
Heritage heirloom has relic resourceful
Epic ends agony against environment of verve
18th April
Ate what our ancestors Sprinkled
Always great fun at an intersection
With only a four way stop
You start, he starts, it's him no it's me
Nose to nose, where's a cop
You glare, he glares, nothing's solved
It boils down to a battle of wits
Like kids arguing over a colourful pull toy
“That's mine! No, it's mine!” and you sit
Even the ear shattering sound of horns
Has no effects on this yahoo!
All hell breaks loose, 8 guys get out
And a bloody fist fight ensues!
Standing back I watch the proceedings
Grown men acting like jerks
Get back in my car, I drive around it all
It's not worth being late for work
Four way stops are becoming quite rare
In this fast paced world we live in
The days of civility have all been replaced
When nobody's willing to give in
© Jack Ellison 2013
It began with a careless remark
Uttered by one of the dinner guests,
Which ignited fury's sudden spark!
Perhaps it was better unexpressed.
Politeness went out of the window,
Good will left by the door,
Late afternoon lost its ruddy glow,
In the wake of the uproar!
Amid the August mess so fine,
Dinner, uneaten, grew cold.
Trembling glasses, spilled the wine;
The day grown quickly old.
Like butterflies, were all disguised?
Did they hide themselves so well?
Was it here today that love died,
Or long before the dinner bell?
Mockingbird sings to a summer night-
After the end, no turning back.
Though darkness is but a shadow of the light,
It is profoundly black!
Carpe diem.
Life can turn on a dime.
One moment you may be engrossed in a book and the next,
it's as though time...Time slips away, taking with it your imagination and civility.
Time steals your identity.
It fractures under the daily stresses.
Life....., OH life! It totally depresses.
You stand on an icy pond, frozen... sub zero temperatures.
Then suddenly it cracks beneath your feet, it ruptures.
You try to hold on, before long..... you're gone!
The cold, inviting-biting all the way to your very core.
All of your memories good and bad begin to soar.
Your last breath, your lungs filled with filthy pond water.
You sink down deeper and deeper, nothing else matters.
The last thoughts you pondered.
-What could I have done differently?
-What other options were there?... taking all precautions.
I have tried to see it through others eyes.
But linger the questions; what, where and why?
Carpe diem is a word many say.
When karma decides to have her own way.
Like a serpent, in the night!
Large enough to devour you, she may strike.
It is time that enslaves us all.
Good or bad, big or small.
Each decision made. Each word spoken.
A gift, a journey, a trial, lives stolen.
We may feel as though we are protected.
But the system is set, your minds redirected.
We live in the matrix. A maze, just like mice.
Derived, deprived. A roll of the dice.
Have you ever Russian Roulette?
One bullet in the chamber, cocking the gun. Life's regret.
With each and every breath you take.
Remember and know what's at stake.
Do on to others as you wish done to you.
Because the frozen pond is your life, it can crack too.
With all seriousness set aside.
Life and time, a wild ride.
Always remember karma may come.
Do on to others as you want done!
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The sun went down before mid day.
And left me just walking away.
To feel the darkness cover me.
And wonder if I'll ever see.
The light of day has a new shade.
Since that dark day that the devil made.
A momentary lapse of love.
Where angels couldn't see above.
The clouds have covered up my view.
I now feel that I have lost you.
And once again I search my soul.
To learn love's lesson's and it's toll.
Bridges to where you didn't choose.
Emotions that leave you no clues.
An end result that just went wrong.
And now it's just gone on too long.
Roads back sometimes just disappear.
When reason fills your heart with fear.
Afraid to challenge what seems sound.
When evil brakes up solid ground.
Down and out feels too familiar.
That place inside where you can't feel her.
A losers sense of common sense.
That emptiness of recompense.
Civility, now lost sanity.
Where love knows no humanity.
Is where I now must find my way.
Back to that place where I can stay.
So sorry to see you go Mo
Tally ho & bravo but must let you know
Not being weird...you had a bigger beard
Face more hirsute to boot than even WG Grace.
Gleaming beaming grin..streaming through thick and thin...
Joker scheming and memeing of jolly japes in manic scrapes
Becomes a theme which actually factually shapes the team..
Huge heart but at the start...batting was his art
But got the ball to dart...a sneaky peak of freak tweak
Rev of Revs..runs would leak but could get the conker to squeak
Bunsen burner turner..utterly butterly unique
It went wrong not long after the Swann swansong
Lucky that plucky Mo came along
Should be defended as ended up our number 3 in history
Lyrical levers larruping lush cover drives
Ridiculously pretty on the eye...fragrant flair as fresh as glacial air.
Humility..civility..and fragility...a kinder...peaky blinder..Midlands nobility
No cobblers.. Mo has to be one of the finest lip and cherry
Wobblers to ever come from the city of Brum
Where he was born...bred and buttered
Rally the Mayor to not dilly dally
Name a street Moeen's Alley
Oh and just in case you didn't
Hear in the first place...
Or history does somehow misplace
Mo the face of grace..elan..silky as lace..
Had a bigger beard than even the feared
Revered and rather weird...WG Grace