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As the day shut down, a scarlet sun bled:
and I drank in the essence of the moment.
Seeing the night unfold, touched me:
and my soul released a tear; I'd held captive in my heart.
In the hospital room, I sat beside my mother;
and gently held her hand.
A mere shell of the vibrant woman I loved,
Mom was dying; I couldn't deny that fact,
My humanity competed with my selfishness:
I desperately wanted her to live,
but I knew that her time had come.
Her hand squeezed mine, ever so softly,
and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
I was drowning in a sea of tears,
for her heart was barely beating
as I held her hand: afraid to let go.
My head was swimming!
Tripping over my emotions, I couldn't find balance;
numb to all but my hurt.
To manage her pain, she was placed on a morphine drip.
And drip by drip, I felt her life force weakening.
I wanted to rip that needle out!
My conflicted heart was sobbing,
not wanting her to suffer, yet not wanting her to die.
But I steadied myself, held her hand,
and watched her peacefully depart this life.
I so wanted someone to blame
that when Death came, I blamed myself;
and forgave myself, simultaneously.
I looked upon her face for the last time;
made my peace with God:
and kissed my Mom goodbye.
Were there no mountains, valley dwelling would be a chore,
And were there no dichotomies, life would be a big bore.
The long standing definition of dilemma has always
Involved at least two problematic situations in which
We are compelled to choose, but the word has come to be
Acceptable with having a single matter of complexity or quandary.
our lives are paved with beauty and puzzled by challenge.
We welcome the beauty with open arms, but challenges
Sometime come with pain that forces us to fold our arms.
Through battle scars and falling stars, our lives have been
captured and embraced by contentment, but are presently
being called upon to pursue an alternate course. And we are
Compelled to confront the dichotomy to which We are totally
Opposed.
You have found satisfaction in your present status and place of abode,
But your sense of tranquility and peace is being tested and challenged.
I suspect such a description befits the journey of many a Christian pilgrim
Will your response be yes or no; should I go or should I stay?
Yes, we are meditating and praying, seeking answers to this our dilemma,
but still we are conflicted because we are opposed to such changes.
There is nothing within us so inclined to dismantle our present state.
No, we do not see a fork in the road but rather a road yet unpaved on
Which we have neither a desire to travel nor a vision for such a pathway.
It is not answers from others for which we are seeking, because we
Realize it is a matter for which we alone must face and come to
terms, but we often find a sense of ease by simply sharing our dilemmas.
And there is an added sense of solace if we are able to express it in words.
1005109PoSoup
You can't march dirt from soiled laundry –
one needs a strong detergent, and several
cycles of rinses. You can't vote dictators
out of office – they do the counting, generally
counting the people out. The world is in a
fix; America in the mix. We need our, so called,
representatives in Washington to gain a backbone...
and not just ring their hands while pontificating –
or are they all so conflicted themselves, that they
dare not do their jobs?
Evil devours Evil! In time a powerful,
ruthless person, decides to do good for
the people – just to get the masses on
his side. So the seat of power can be
transferred. Sometimes a group of well
to do individuals, tired of politics
as usual, have an epiphany...and an
America is born!
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.
I will never quite grasp the depth of your love and care,
For those around you, and for the world and its constant suffering
You understand more than you express,
You express more than I can understand…
Your sweet and playful spirit leaves an impact on my life and heart,
Uplifting me when I need it most…how can I thank you?
And your meaningful, romantic side,
Your poetry is priceless!
You care about the deep, sad and unusual,
Admiring the sentiments of darkness and light alike,
Inspired by the world around you, your canvas is infinitely painted in detail
Revealing colors that bring relief to the eyes
Despite the unimaginable hardships you have faced,
And of the trials and tests of the present and unknown future,
You remain resilient, good-natured and strong,
Never letting anything break you,
No matter how many demons swarm your beautiful garden of words,
No matter the careless and unkind words from the ignorant and afflicted,
The conflicted and the constricted…
You are aware of the sensitivity of each opposition,
Easily seeing past the nailing and jabs aiming for your mind and heart,
And you humble me with your meek approach of poetry
You must write when inspiration touches truth
Not to mention, when sick abuse yearns for justice,
You grab the evil source by the throat and shame him!
Even when wounded, when the voice can no longer speak,
When the tongue is bit for the better of all,
When emotions plea for more consistency,
You speak the loudest to me
You are The Silent One
And you mean ever so much to me!
My Tribute to the gifted and resilient Silent One
In the marrow of our bones,
politics is inscribed,
an ancient script of dominance and submission,
etched deep in the bedrock of our being.
We are actors on a stage,
where every gesture, every word,
is charged with meaning,
where power is the current that flows,
unseen but felt, undeniable.
We cannot escape it—
like a bull in a China shop,
our clumsy attempts at neutrality
shatter the fragile artifacts of civility.
Like a teddy bear in the arms of a kick boxer,
we are paradoxes,
soft and fierce,
vulnerable and strong,
unwilling participants in a game
that never ceases.
We despise politicians,
those mirrors of our souls,
reflecting the jagged edges
of our own conflicted natures,
the windows through which we see
our fragmented selves.
Human experience is political,
a dance of power and persuasion,
the assertion of our truths,
our stories, our lives,
above others.
We take liberties with leopards,
unchanged, unchanging,
their spots a testament
to the constancy of our struggles,
our relentless pursuit of dominance,
our eternal quest for control.
Tired of politics?
Throw a fit, a tirade,
laugh at the absurdity of your reflection,
but know this:
you are political,
we are political,
whether we want to be or not.
In the theater of life,
we play our parts,
each moment a line in the script,
each action a move in the game,
bound by the threads of politics
woven deeply into our souls.
The morning after
Is there any reality to ?, or is it just another Dream ?
Four AM, and again, I am awoken by a dream,
That dream tells a story, is that story a truth ?,
- a truth that came to light Valentines night –
as I came to visit you – your girlfriend is there –
our exchange of words are brief – you want to leave –
you walk out your door – your friend and I remain
behind – your decision – your friend begins to tell me
you are involved, in fact have been for a long time,
- I am nothing more than a filler for your empty hours –
then I awake with a pain in my heart and a knowledge of.
What ?, a premonition !
Monika :
Four AM, pen in hand, words begin to flow.
They speak of a beautiful Lady, I would love to know !
My heart ache, bleeds, - it is my desire for her – it doth show,
in a million tear drops that run wild through my veins
until the knowledge of, is absorbed and all that remains
are the memories, the moments ( good or sad ) of the pains
I have had to endure – your words “ be patent ”, “ be this ”,
“ do that ” – the implications ? – the dream is realized.
In all honesty Monika, - I thank – never from you will I
come to know your compassion, your passion, a closeness,
nor affection, love and desire – the things I desire to give,
to receive – or anything I wish to experience, to know.
I feel that I mean nothing more to you than the gift
- of Christmas Love ( those black and red lover entwined ).
A block of wood carved into – intimate – lovers twisted
around each other’s souls in a passionate kiss,
a sculpture that you saw as a musical symbol (Treble clef )
An item left on a shelf. looked at but never toughed.
As always – I am conflicted – living with uncertainties,
living in doubt of where I stand and what I mean to you.
Wm. J. Atfield Jr.
Love Bill .
B. J. “A ” 2
February 15th 2007
When I was young, a book was given me:
a small book with the title "Those Who Love."
Its female author I knew nothing of -
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Gentle, practical and solitary,
Sara was in love with nature and
understood the things in life most grand;
this dreamer poetess wrote beautifully!
She’d grown up reading poems of Emily,
Barrett Browning, Bronte and Rossetti.
A modern woman, wishing to be free -
this dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Her writing had a lyric quality.
I loved her metaphors and similies.
I sensed within her poems - untold stories.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Her poems were crafted with lucidity,
for poetry confusing she’d not do.
Her type of writing influenced mine too.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
A love impossible she fittingly
portrayed, for “contradiction” was her life.
Conflicted, she could not remain a wife.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
She’d known a time of popularity:
A Pulitzer for "Love Songs" she received.
Then came her father’s death and how she grieved.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Depressed and frail, she planned her destiny,
requesting notes to loved ones all be burned.
We cannot truly know for what she yearned.
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully.
Did Sara Teasdale end her misery
when she put herself to sleep? Who can say?
Regardless. . . I shall think of her one way:
This dreamer poetess wrote beautifully!
Written 11/14/10
Call it the Charlie Kirk effect
But for not being a Christian, recently
I’ve been hearing a lot of Bible quotes,
Quotes which I can easily take to heart,
Like the parable of the wheat ripening
In the field
While the weeds also ripened
All around.
It’s not a matter of just wanting one and not the other
And getting our wishes as if they had that power.
It’s a matter of recognizing both,
The difference in the seeds and their causes,
And appreciating how both the crop and the weeds
Are part of our nature, and both will be abundant
When we reach a crisis point of fullness,
Internally as spiritual beings as we struggle
To live the truth within our conflicted nature,
And externally as material beings as this conflict
Plays out in wars, domestic and foreign,
As both sides struggle for survival and dominance.
It’s easy to know which side will prevail
Since one side is of Life
And the other of death.
We might be self-deluded which side we’re actually on
But in the end it will be crystal clear.
Life and death after all
Cannot be confused.
(10/12/25)
One year ago
our hearts and minds
were socially
and politically
and economically divided
about universal health care
as a restorative prerequisite
to growing unitarian wealth
of EarthJustice
through multicultural compassion.
Today
regardless of where we may find
identify
celebrate our active hope
for growing a resilient polycultural community
We feel no clear post-viral divide
between health care
and EarthTribe's social solidarity,
No great non-transitional
separation of secular caste
of sacred calling
between social solidarity
and indigenous integrity
of interdependent
naturalANDspiritual
body and mind healthcare;
No vast dualistic shadow
between First Egalitarian HealthPrinciples
and Seventh Interdependent WealthSystems.
Health care,
like social caring,
like politically empowering compassion,
like economically enlightened co-investment,
can never again return
to a pre-global pandemic view
of healthy democratic energy
as a strictly private
commodified
anthroprivileged self-investment
by win/lose might of fight
makes dominating right
singularly bright.
Whole Open EarthClimate Care
Ego/Eco conjoining Systems
predict healthy resilient babies
and a renewing win/win
bicamerally empowering
enlightening pregnant health is wealth species
Restored from a starving
isolating angry
and fearfully monoculturing
disregard for polyculturing
health wealthy
GreatGreen Transitioning EarthMother
PostPandemically restorying
Her ravenous
and cancerously conflicted womb
of sensory
experiential
passionately universal
unitarian healthcare wisdom.