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Mine fervent aspiring political activism...
Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate,
cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.
Scant hours after posting Facebook message
Monday February 17, 2020
(regarding becoming linkedin
among Bernie Sanders's supporters
within Southeastern Montgomery Pennsylvania
hinting genuine motive (mine of course)
to join local grassroots bandwagon
electing catapulting aforementioned
Democratic candidate president,
into Oval Office
overwhelmingly elected
Tuesday November 3, 2020
an unexpectedly pleasant forthcoming response
(courtesy Jon Hall seven nine five eight at gmail)
informed yours truly transcendently, telepathically
inspired debate watch party
would be (accompanied when in full swing)
by most popular contra dance bands,
and eminently choreographed counting
topnotch cadres of policy wonks
upstairs at Molly Maguire's Irish Restaurant
(197 Bridge Street,
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania)19460
slated for Wednesday
March 19th, 2020 at 2000 hours military time.
Guess what dear readers...?
Yours truly, (an aging,
albeit eternally youthful
long haired pencil necked geek)
never experienced sought after fraternization
think ennobling rite of northwest passage
comprising electrifying informality
getting plugged into self-described
indomitable enthralling brouhaha
starring none other than
Democratic socialist and independent senator
from Green Mountain state
(by Samuel de Champlain in 1647)
Bernie Sanders exuding vim and vinegar
at age seventy eight
heartily hailing (no kidney ying)
who served in government since 1981.
I showed up at designated place
and specified time,
and got politely informed
courtesy young attractive hostess,
no such arousing, inspiring, spine tingling...
commingling of eager electorates slated,
thus overzealousness (mine)
bit the dust i.e. never got kickstarted.
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
Competing to weaken inappropriate business models for healthy government
too industriously advocating automated capital-enriching violence
despite co-arising globally stressed-out climates
is not an eco-theologist apologist's leading non-trump card.
Connecting intentionally cooperative people
and communing plants
and healthy commingling planet
more polypathically ego/ecotherapeutic
seems more effectively persuasive
toward historically therapeutic economic-political case studies
and multiculturing communion designs for communal integrity
through deep LeftMind with RightBody co-dominant bicameral listening
and beauty glistening
Acting widely in-between
1. Resilient Western competing co-investors
in healthy cooperative ownership
and management
and governing
and inclusive democratic authority
and co-responsibility for rights to speak and rites to listen or not
and non-sectarian integrity of thought
with co-passionate feeling models, and
2. Resonant Eastern extended family cooperative communion
poly-theological timeless models
intending eco-faith in multi-health communities
diversely composed of trans-regenerational co-arising residents
spiritually within as naturally without
sacredly peaceful below as non-violent above.
TippingPoints in-between LeftLiberal Love
and RightConserving Economically Balanced Life
wu-wei
RightWing merely secular capital-producing incorporations
for a strong ego-defense
and LeftWing sacred incarnations
for liberating universal health-languaged EarthPassion
Leaking out of both liberal/conserving dipolar ends
recreating robust multicultural rainbows
of co-arising message maps
for wellness lights
Between ZeroZone prime co-relational territories
of Yang-strength,
atomically reductive chemistry tables,
natural ionic icons
with Yin's ergodic highway flow,
wavy and multi-linear--
toward primal 4D redundant
communal
healing myths--
seasons with nutritional reasons
Restoring recreatively persuasive health trends
for positive ecological relationships
cooperatively away from absence
of future's holistic nutritional wealth.
Strengthening the inductive RightBrain
embodied sacred LeftBrain ecology case
for becoming ego/eco-therapeutic peers
sharing a full WinWin mindbody
multi-spectral
neural-sensory deck
of non-trumpian cards
for WinWin communion players.
Managing anger
is too hard work.
Our passions, positive and negative,
when strong,
have their way of managing us,
or me, anyway.
Perhaps you are better
noticing with courage,
then distracting curious strong passions,
positive and negative,
as a resource of your RightWing
return to conservational business
as win/lose usual.
More calming long-term thoughts
of last laugh
getting even more overpowerfully even,
Which my LeftWing passions
remind me is not really even
equitable
symmetric;
More source for and of future ugly
competitive LeftBrain dominance
makes right-mind curiously dispassionate,
uncourageously more wrong
to pine for loving win/win passions,
co-passioning harmonics,
egoLeft/EcoRight
personal/planetary
communion/communication co-regenerative resource
from dipolar, un-bipolar, sources.
For me, anger and fear
and self/other hate management
is much harder than role playing
what courageous,
yet curious,
reactive passions feel like
when acted out divinely,
yet humanely,
embodied mad-grace
by my ego-recovering identity,
Passionate communal identity,
noticed courageously and replayed out imaginatively,
curious original-ego
yet grace inhabited eco-
systemic daring drama
and yet more tactfully listening
Noting
how human experience ought to be
and yet how important harmonic becoming
communioned communicators
commingling
cooperatively impassioned already
is my greatest ego/eco-centering resource,
dipolar communing courageously left
best when also curiously right
About challenges of anger management
and how to rethink
my own identity's autonomously felt mindfulness,
more role play left with right
interdependently communicating.
It smells like pickles green in Autumn
Aromas arise like Frankenstein in formaldehyde
Tubular, somewhat spiny, objects plump
Ready to be plucked at midnight
Be not pickled in perpetuity
Be not afraid of the moon in gravity
Be not drowned in your own juices
Harvest arrives on time within the margins
Gardeners gather up the treasures in the fields
On gentle breezes in their mysteries
Command attention to details
Wherein the Earth gives up its riches
Auras of famished women come with hunger
Peculiar are the agencies of pickles
Beyond our comprehension of pregnancy
Textures and substance stand there implied
More than compromised, more than desired
Commingling in the thickening brine
There comes a time for pickles to arrive
Baptized in juices cloudy
In favorable conditions facing south
Towards flavors drenched in dill savory
Splendor is found in jars kept from light
From tidal forces and moons influence
And sun’s petty jealousies
With lids turned right, twisted tight
Held by forces anesthetized
Pregnant with possibilities
Pickles scream at insatiable women
In pain with a blossoming womb
As plump as their cries in child birth allow
And a hunger for life itself consumed
Coat stand tree commingling clan protects
Quilted caterpillar sticks linen to spine
Pine foliage erect points to its apex
Before its born, spire spreads star shine
Swooping swivel neck owl huddles, human eyes
Scan heaven, hook beak hoots transmit signal
For seraphim shifting, shades of dove devise
Butterfly current shaken napkin nimble
Venture from avenues of arrow quivers
Dispell dictating army apostrophes
Barrel roll ballistic, blank space delivers
Delight due outside barracks claustrophobic
Antenna tuned owl throatily purrs
Pleasure for butterfly’s fast learned journey, laughed
Drift under dry angel feathers, breeze spurs
Freedom wish from wizard to aloof aircraft
27 January 2025
Written for Contest:
Embodying the Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Cobblestones hold silent steps on damp reflections
Boots echo soft with lightning strikes ahead
A hidden knife in jacket comes to life
Still pillowed under fog to crack the night wide open
Gray silhouettes set into dim imaginings of action
There where the sleeping ships sink into comas
Someone comes out from under shadows back
Up from behind a buildings mold ridden bricks
To overcome the unsuspecting victim by the river
No time to scream in agony in pain or prayer
Escape is now impossible under muffled sounds
Slitting throats must stay a secret bleeding out
Floods are expected according to reports
The weather is less predictable by the docks
Commingling crimson in cold waters is odd
A dingy takes the criminal away to safety
A getaway planned in advance for this occasion
Well before the weather report came out
To forecast the condition red in place of rain
Framed Soul
Within their frames, like lovely captured dreams,
my art and poems speak of life: green trees,
soft azure skies, sun-sparkled winding streams;
a field of daisies leaning in the breeze.
With paint and words, I often rendezvous,
commingling nature's glory with my own;
those imageries create a window view
thru which my inner joys of life are shown.
I stand apart and contemplate my art...
recall the tedious, long hours so spent
to merge with what dwells deep within my heart.
But, always I am filled with the lament...
of an observer...never meant to win;
forever on the outside looking in.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: The Poet's Own
Sponsor: Greg Barden
Judged: 09/18/2017
Cuz while ya steel got
moxie, don't nix chance if only a dot
before death finds
flesh rotting alot.
A self-actualized fringe benefit
as I racked up
orbitz round sun -
with increased measured,
(albeit neglected) ragged, and
shot thru tattered (turn shroud) -
regarding chronological yardage
brought to my dimming wattage -
sputtering third eye blind, sans
hindsight surveying extensive
emotionally frenzied groveling with
a lifetime penitential wreckage,
whence urgent critical (update)
foisted upon formerly entrenched
hermetically sealed voyage -
sequestered self wrought fallout,
viz long stretches of
time irretrievably gone with the wind
found me averse toward
commingling with village -
peopled within sin king
precincts of Lake Woebegone
joyus kneaded livingsocial
natives, now visa
vis (nee this past
and present atheist)
discovered the healing power
of powder milk biscuits,
when accommodated within Norwegian
bachelor farmer vicarage),
qua pained obligation now
imposed kickstarted mandate
to pay dying wage
clearly written along,
the sub weighted psyche walls
(over time) easily read
across my wrinkled visage,
where former cumulative
years of existence
pitched yours truly
figuratively teetering upon
precipice of abyss gave vantage
written in telltale creases
countenance spelling umbrage,
against me - asper tonnage
schlepping psychological Matthew
Scott Harris "baggage,"
wrought from decades
worth of uncultivated tillage
cuz n'er did I gather rosebuds...
during prime mortal teenage
stretch, thus present
day agonizing suffrage
yawning chasm miserably houses
bleak (Dickensian) testimony,
sans recovered anorexic
(NO...NOT... NEVER
bulimic), but feebly
endured desultory stage
punctuated quasi (moat)
towed riddled rattle trap ship
of state into deadly scrimmage
defies propped up
moxie succombing unrelenting
weathering, unforgiving savage
nasty, brutal and short sabotage,
wherein futile - short
changed growh opportunities
forfeited developmental stage
opportunities introverted
vehemence doth rage.
Heavenly flakes of light snow, drift on down,
weaving soft blankets of whiteness, pristine,
vowing to serve neath His Christmas Eve Crown;
beautiful visions, so peaceful and clean.
Weaving soft blankets of whiteness, pristine,
while from that Star, blessings shower the town.
Beautiful visions, so peaceful and clean;
hillsides cascade like a white satin gown.
While from that Star, blessings shower the town,
nestled this night among glittering trees,
hillsides cascade like a white satin gown;
symbols of Christmas- commingling to please.
Nestled this night among glittering trees,
high on a hill, Santa, with Rudolph, stands;
symbols of Christmas- commingling to please,
spreading God's love- as the bright Star commands.
High on a hill, Santa, with Rudolph stands,
vowing to serve neath His Christmas Eve Crown;
spreading God's love- as the bright Star commands-
heavenly flakes of light snow, drift on down.
December 27, 2019
Contest: Christmas Pantoum Rhyme
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Prompt: Photo No. 3