Long Confining Poems

Political Science of EarthTribe Education

Really? That’s my topic?
Didn’t Paulo Freire already do this one?

Oh, I see..neurosystemic therapy learning 
and restorative justice mentoring,
including healthy pedagogical development 
of ecologically cooperative systems
doing the best we can
to avoid retributive...

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I think he's talking about a cooperative bicameral political system,
with "How to talk to the other side".

And what could that possibly mean, dear Yang?

Well,
I was watching this Ted-talk from Marin,
by Robb Willer, as I anciently...

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Paddy didn't want to go to his wife's family reunion. He told her that in the same nice way he had told her in years past so as to avoid other reunions over the many...

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What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love-life's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.

What is...

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“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his...

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{“The salty ocean splashes and smears against my knees and I cannot help but mistake it for the bleeding of my heart they tarnished and flashed open. From the cool air that shafts within the...

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Hard line mid line, keep on limbo from corner to corner, side to side confronting and confining glue to bliss back to punk music the bitterness you definitely built will fall with tears under the...

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Here I lie in this cooler, this fridge where I would rather not be, but the truth of the matter is you’ve done it, you got the best of me
I lasted as long as I...

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"Voluntarily solitary confinement;
He's my eternal involvement;
I live in a single thought; 
With the free loving heart;
I'm isolated with the Creator;
Separated from my old self;

Deliver He's everything I am;
I am everything in Him;
I'm intimate in time...

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She was my SANCTUARY. 
My safe harbor during the wicked storms life offers when you are so young. She always knew exactly how to make me laugh. Smiles were always worn when we were together....

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Now that no one can escape
      its time to turn it up a notch,
going over to my other “victim”
           I...

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A dreamer, words on the page.
Perhaps I am the empty book,
Pages begging to be written on,
A chapter is coming, but here we are,
Change and travel on the way.
Fear of the change is slowly
Replaced by the...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Watts Is Burning
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014

Watts is burning, and the powers that be,
show no interest in putting out the flames -

Six fiery days of hell erupts, set ablaze by 
a racial city government...

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"as an entity in the dream we conjured
we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed
how then may we wake up when we are in trance
in bondage to illusions we ourselves stream" ~ Unseeking...

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“Within”



Shadow dreams 
down silent roads 
never taken 
less than travelled, 
the winter breeze 
of the world within,
pulls out the hidden
message planted, 
within

the quickening
attempts slow 
anchoring,
the call persistent,
beckons, like the music 
drumming softly,
lulling, calming 
the rocking...

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What does it mean to you
to be loved
right here
where you live and breathe,
eat and occasionally shower?

What value would you give
our investments of mutual regard?

Do you know
you can love
and be loved
for and as who you are...

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 Until the casket falls. 
 Until the last soul is called.
  Until the final breath is drawn
.
When the dirt is unearthed
 and spirits breathe again,
 taunting demons will reign
 as frozen screams pierce...

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(Continued from Part Two - 1)

Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
       strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
    keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins ...

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My little silver shooting star,
such energy you do possess:
A chilling, silky elegance, 
from you, I would expect no less.

You twirl about me gracefully,
illuming, as I lay you down.
The planets play a raggish tune
while diamonds jive...

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Ambition in its prime dwells within over time —poet

My special poet…
is one who gets their point across
without agendas or alliterations of a bitter boss
No need for perfect literates who sip on bitters
and pound out heartless...

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She seemed restless
Their gilded cage of love
That she had begged him
To imprison her in
With the bars of his passion
Seemed to be confining now

She never said anything
But he knew…
She felt different to his touch
He saw those...

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"Lord if it is you will, I will do as you ask of me.  But I wonder why you ask me, the weaker gender of your servants?" Deborah said to the Lord her God....

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Were it not a thing impermissible, 
I'd take handfuls of all these silly bits of 
Simulacra, and detritus, dross and debris:
The minutiae and impedimenta that are all these 
Constricting, confining rules and bylaws, codes and...

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Fragile light, softly glowing
Sighs on the breath,
Caressing the voice of the fallen
Leaves, crumpled in the grass,
Messy, strewn like prayers,
Always fading in the shadows,
Where joy once blessed,
Now, soundless memories, regrets,
Blowing on the winds, like those leaves,
Wrinkles...

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I am raging mad. Wishing I had hot molting killing lava to pour on that ugly human in the funny clothes who violated me yesterday. Feeling a thrill thinking of the pain he would have...

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