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Maybe it won't be drugs that have the final say,
Or the gangs,
Terrorism will struggle to do it,
It may not even be the battle of the sexes,
Or the loss of the cop on the beat,
The generation gap,
Or Corporate greed,
I doubt if even being time poor,
Or homelessness will do it,
Gambling will not do it,
Or any of the usual vices,
Corrupt politicians may give it a go,
But it is none of these that will finish off our once proud communities,
As money in the right hands can lessen the effect of all of these.
Something more sinister is happening daily in every community across the land,
The fate of our communities is now in the hand of individuals,
Who fight for no cause,
Have no axe to wield,
No desperate need,
Do not target any specific group,
Owe no allegiance to anyone else.
They keep pushing up insurance costs,
Can bring down banking institutions,
Don't seem to have a conscience,
As they knowingly drive some to suicide.
Making them difficult to reform.
These oh so innocent looking fraudsters,
Who are sucking the life blood out of our communities,
These parasites who siphon off money,
That is desperately needed to save lives,
And rebuild shattered communities.
Scattering that money to the four corners of the world.
And if caught paying it back on the never-never plan,
All the while sitting at home in their trusted house,
And laughing at us.
How can we fight this threat?
I can only see one ray of hope,
If one can, just occasionally stay in touch with family,
Visit the sick and lonely,
And limit the need for them to accept aid and false hope,
From those who seek to exploit,
Preventing them from developing, a taste for easy money,
And the thrill of the game,
The stench of which will hang over,
Our communities for many lifetimes.
I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).
A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and out.
As EarthMother's original staging womb
organically recreates
using the fractal language of DNA inscription,
prediction,
predication,
to recreate yet another individual soul,
as BrahmanEarth outside soul
is to AtmanEgo inside spirit
of dynamic resonance,
preferring regeneration as positive
as more power-indwelling
than degeneration as negative.
So, it was jarring
when this musical theologian
referred to human bodies
as machines,
rather than organisms.
Machines seem to be left-brain dominant
power reductions
as compared with
Left with Right-balancing organisms.
For robotic machines,
punishing or rewarding communities,
leviathan bureaucratic
autocratic societies,
lifeless planetary spheres,
power is either on or off,
energy is positive or negative.
For living organisms,
individual through holonically Earth-wombed,
power is both regenerative
and degenerative,
positive and negative;
Not digitally governed by our either/or switch
but analogically healed, developed
and wounded, decomposing
with both/and holistic interdependent consciousness.
Human nature
sounds like a robotic analogy
and hopelessly predictable,
dully rational
as a LeftBrain dominant machine.
Humane nature/spirits
feel organically metaphoric
polyphonic
polypathically rounded
theo/eco-logical music composed
and decomposed,
marvelously trans-rational
as left with right hemispheric balance,
rhythm, communal
pitch, cultural
resonance, EarthWomb global
Soul,
ZeroZone regenerative
more powerful than degenerative,
Yet organic cycles
and recycles,
purpose
and repurposes of life
decomposing death
require both
to recreate
recompose
recologize
recognize
theologize
musical soul
as powerful
resonant
both-thought/and-felt structure.
But, when we started singing together
I knew
for sure
he, as we,
feels more and better
as metaphoric musicians
than analogical machines.
The 'Golden Rule' is an eternal principle for all mankind.*
Righteousness cannot exist without the presence of justice**
Universal fairness and respect are required for human coexistence
Evil expresses itself in the form of power hunger for control of others.
Juries are often utilized to render justice to individual citizens
Unjust judges and the entire justice system can be an evil stench
Statutory laws can be designed and passed for purposes of 'the select'
Tolerance must exist for the weak, the aged, the handicapped, and the poor
Independence that excludes, breeds corruption and disunity among men
Communities become strong by bonds of equality, unity, and understanding
Equality under the law is the least any society should require of its existence
12192018PoSoupContest, Justice, Carolyn Devonshire * So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets. Jesus, Matthew 7:12 NIV
** “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from the Birmingham ; 4P
Each day, a red sun arises from the emerald river,
In the acrobatic leap in the dark with watermelon smell.
In the evening, the pale moon it is dressed up in silver
By a dervish who changes it in a dome where he`ll dwell,
As prisoner of the unmovable being, just like Parmenides;
The moving sands of the desert covered old Coptic monasteries;
Between sky and sand, in old pajamas, the Sphinx and pyramids
Breathe with the slow motion of the camels in ancient reveries
About tears and saints in white tents with summer’s distillation left:
Koran’ effects unto communities’ lives with beauty were bereft.
Museums and parks-cemeteries and ritual prayers in bitter Cairo I meet:
Under One single eye, invisible stranger I rest, in the hot night’s street.
Lines reign rectangular beyond widely
sombre dour density of inhabitants
Living rendered responsible behind wisely
secure doors definitely insure us
Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry
Composite dismissed in driveway's reflection
Stranger to Earth's purposeful cycle
Continuum of plenty and scarcity
Cup overflows with options available
Convenience success declares to be
Money making matrix of tyranny
directs development's doctrine devours
Cataclysmic quick fix erect a thousand
nature inhibiting pattern of houses
Maze Ministers administer complacency
Tempered treacle assertions anethetise
Placated patients injected with necessity
Propel dominance of capitalism's rise
Studious city sews a hem pressed wide
Insidious greed knows a slow demise
Commodities local harvest would provide
Remote industry manoeuvre bulk supplies
Creek dipped reaching tree to residents listens
Combined myriad of incessant insects minuscule
Comical tousles, tasks of a toiling existence
Trials surmounted gain victories incremental
Environmentally in tune communities
easily trade effort borne resources
Trust, patience, guidance received
Compassion's fountain pours importance
Muscle of masses hinge bones as ligaments
Harvesting knowledge of fecundity's longevity
Endurance and learning with strength intersect
Woven contribution formulates society's liberty
Work in Progress
Mauna Loa Volcano & Kilauea Sister Volcano
The political and spiritual symbolism of Mauna Loa’s historic eruption
“We’re seeing new land, new geographical features being born right in front of our eyes, and there is no power — no human power — that can stop it or can deter it,” one Native Hawaiian scholar said.
“The Native people have been saying this isn’t your place to extract and profit from anymore,” said Kaniela Ing, co-founder of Native Hawaiian-focused organization Our Hawaii and a former state legislator. “You don’t have authority to shape our sacred lands.”
The eruption, Ing said, “is Pelehonuamea saying, ‘They’re right. My people are right.’”
The deity Pele, often referred to as “Tutu Pele,” or Grandmother Pele, has been regarded as an ancestor who “creates new land” as hardened, molten lava adds to the surrounding terrain.
— KU’UALOHA HO’OMANAWANUI, AUTHOR OF “VOICES OF FIRE: REWEAVING THE LITERARY LEI OF PELE AND HI’IAKA.”
Mauna Loa, on the island of Hawai’i and alongside the dormant, snowcapped volcano Mauna Kea, is expected to continue erupting for weeks. Thus far, the lava flow has significantly slowed and does not pose a threat to communities, the Hawaii Emergency Management Agency said. However, authorities expect it to eventually reach Daniel K. Inouye Highway, which is less than four miles away, in roughly a week or more.
As I have walked pass or visited high-in rich subdivisions and gated communities, I have noticed all the homes are from the same color bracket. They are either beige, brown, cream, tan, camel, oatmeal, caramel, taupe… or a mixture of these colors, like half brown, half beige… Have you noticed that as well? I wonder if that is an HOA requirement? To me, it makes all the houses look the same and the whole subdivision looks bland.
Why can’t there be some diversity, brightness and excitement to those bland, boring subdivisions? Why can’t the homeowner have a choice or say so as to what color they prefer their 2.3 million dollar home to be? People should be able to paint their property to their personality.
Yes… Dare to be different!
If I lived in a gated community, I want a multi-level, multicolor home. My home would be teal, green, purple, yellow and red. The roof will be red, my door would be purple, the window sidings would be teal, the house would be yellow and the garage door would be green. Bam!!!
I hope they know that it is not 1914 anymore. Sad to say, but people are so stuck in the norm and the comfort level of the past, that an idea of color coordination community homes like this in rich sub-divisions and gated communities would never happen. Which means, I would probably have to buy land and build my home and paint it as I so see fit.
So. Let's see what's in store for today...
Will the elements function our way?
There'll be plenty of sun
For us all to have fun
Outside wether it's for work or play!
Mountains will form in the sky through the week.
Apologies all. I know it sounds bleak.
There'll be rain, hail and snow
From destructive storm Joe!
Heed warnings, keep up to date, shelter seek.
When Joe travels on overseas,
Beware on the road of felled trees.
Don't panic. Keep calm.
No need for alarm.
Worse things bring down communities.
The weekend looks clearer and bright.
A crisp frost will greet morning light.
But wrap up nice and warm.
Ice will stay on your lawn.
You'll see shooting stars Sunday night.
Quite hectic weather, to summarise.
But dear friends, do keep watching the skies.
I've had such a blast!
Tis my last forecast.
It's time to say all my goodbyes.
Written 8th March 2022
For the "You're A Weather Forecaster poetry contest"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
I remember the world before all the people and cars.
The animals lived in peace and harmony with the land.
I was the lifeline to places both near and far.
It was a time which you may never understand.
I led the way for early settlers to cross to the west,
Trying to give them a smooth and trouble-free ride.
There were plenty of places along the way to rest,
In little towns that sprouted up on either side.
As the years went by, the world was in a hurry,
So I was covered in gravel and stone, and then paved.
During the war, interstates were made to ease the worry,
And many others like me would never be saved.
The quaint little communities that once were thriving
Became dusty old ghost towns almost overnight.
I became riddled with weeds that would not stop growing,
And soon I was deserted; out of mind, out of sight.
My glory days returned through a short-lived t.v. show,
And people remembered where they used to get their kicks.
If a trip down memory lane is where you want to go,
Then keep me alive by taking a drive down Route 66.
It is too many Peaks towering high
Snow-capped giants scraping the sky
Mighty Himalayas
Cold winds howl and icy blasts sigh
It is too treacherous
Those jagged peaks were so perilous
Glaciers groan and shift
Avalanches roar, and the danger is furious
It is too remote
Villages clinging to precipitous slopes
Narrow trails wind
?Few dare venture where only mountain folk cope
It is too unforgiving
Altitudes leave climbers gasping for air
Lack of oxygen
Only the most fit and resilient dare
It is too unpredictable
Weather changing in a breathless beat
Blizzards raging
Whiteout conditions, a frozen white sheet
It is too isolated
Valleys cut off from the world outside
High passes are closed
For seasons long, communities abide
It is too well-known range by Sherpas
Reading the signs, they alone can guide
Tales of the Yeti
In that vast wilderness, they reside
It is too extraordinary
These mountains that the human spirit defy
The mystical call
To summit those peaks where only brave hearts crave