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No depth is like the deepness of your eyes.
No warmth is like the comfort of your smile.
Yet sometimes love turns out to be unwise.
And joy can change to feelings dark and vile
Yet like blue glass your eyes compel my gaze.
Your lips invite us to to conjoin with mine.
Have I learned so little wisdom in my days?
Am I a fool top pass this warning sign?
Yet hope is ever rising in the heart.
Despair is not to be embraced too soon;
and if God wills that our two ways must part
I'll face the error and receive my doom.
For humans need to give and take of love.
With tenderness that matches turtle doves'
Decem in expectancy has come anon
This morn, dress in bridal mist
Of late night dews that fall on
Worn ferns, Bahama and Lilies amidst
A slim cool air in the atmosphere
Gently bids adieu to a fleeting year.
Alas, in a lull have all the waters
Make their confluence in crystal Heav’n;
Solace plants derive from dew showers
With stalks and buds and roots swoll’n.
Ha, a weaver in flight put up a nest
And makes to breed with a new guest!
Adieu, adieu, adieu ye lonely years
Adieu, make way for a conjugal bliss
To sapp drops of tears as with fears
When hearts in harmony conjoin with ease;
For HE who mould a woman out of man
Ordains them for warmth in storm and harmattan!
Stride the aisle then, daughter of Anwu
Thy beauty God’s house brightly lit
All things beautiful, and marvelous too
God makes them all, God did it!
Happy day, happy hearts, happy love
Happy as the wings of a soaring dove!
Happy still, the one who finds his rib
That one and one no longer two but one
And yet multiply by eros in filial crib
With new born babes; daughter and son.
Hence shall the fountain of health and grace
And the spring of joy flow all thy days!
(For Goddidit Esiro Igbape).
In your squish hug the arms subtly transform
into the wrap of heart’s enchanted embrace,
transfers the lingered yearning latent within,
setting sail in the stream of my ardent ardor.
In the fervent sea it braces the shoulder of waves,
their crests adorned by the pearls of your smile,
entwined with the lattice of mesmeric moonbeam,
its sparkle splashes on my spirit, illumining me.
You come close in my fold, our shadow intertwine,
dispersed dualities mingle to fuse into oneness.
Even when the tides of time pulls you away far,
I feel you are ethereally embellished within me.
When in the fading gleam of the twilight tinge,
you return entranced, I take you in my arms,
all the strewn shards of my broken dreams
conjoin into wholeness in an instant of eternity.
June 4, 2020
I'm dreaming of those sandy beaches
With every poem today I write
Of my presence here please do not lose sight
And may your holidays be bright! by L Milton Hankins
Sandy beaches called to you Milton, how were we to know that one day soon
All we would have left of you was your precious poems. I offered a prayer
For you and asked God to take your through that safe journey home.
Each one of us recalls you in a special way Milton, you were a special man.
Journey on my friend go towards the stars where the light is everlasting
Often, you would drop in to support us, with a truthful comment. You were
Undeniably wise and truthful dear Milt. You will be missed, but as we
Read your poems, we will remember you time and time again. Too
Numerous are the poems you scribed, nothing can efface your golden quill.
Easy going friendly and honest you were admired by many. Journey safe as
You conjoin with the twilight & the moon. In our hearts we will make room
Moonlight In Winter, 2nd to last poem, "fresh-fallen snow ~new dawn erases"
I am sure you won't be forgotten nor effaced. I quote you again,
Learning to love one another spontaneously, in "Pathway To Peace"
Tokens of affection coming from each of us, we will remember you and smile
Opened are the gates to heaven now, I hope your free from pain and fear.
Narrow is the path to death but wide is The Kingdom of God. RIP Milton.
The umbilical cord
connecting Left-dominant Yang
with Right-integrative Yin
stretches back to alga and fungus,
symbiotically congressed as bilateral lichen.
Lichens are a couple of specifics
within which the hybrid whole revolutionarily erupts
more than the zero-sum
of its equivalent dipolar alga and fungus parts,
symbiotic co-arising functions,
like Yang with Yin,
like side-by-side universal ego-hunters
of nutritional souls,
and networked unitarian eco-gatherers
integrating their diverse absorption,
recreating ecopolitical healthy productions.
Alga strengths of dry sugar photosynthesis
fueled by light and air
conjoin fungus spreading wet stringing licks
integrating minerals,
together giving birth to carbon-based lichen,
new life.
A similar Yang male ego-soul hunter
symbiotically married with Yin eco-mineral gatherer
might be found in Y-chromosome producer strength
with X-concave chromosome,
consumer of cooperative
bilateral
matriarchal flow functions.
And, yang and yin dipolar functions
might further follow this umbilical cord of history
back to alga acting out androgen
and fungal integrity within cytosine,
root appositional dipolarity of RNA,
Elder regenerative story of DNA,
thymineyang with cytosineYinYin-squared,
fractal-regenerative only dipolar balancing together,
double-binding octaves
of regenerative light and sound,
dance and music.
Yang reappears ultra-violet
with Yin's sea green algae
aquamarine
shining spiral octaves of internal enlightenment,
like fireflies inhabiting a summer dream
of shining sea stars brightening dark oceans
ebbing yang
and flowing yin
tides of umbilical symbiotic time.
The Enigmatic Middle C
by Odin Roark
How lonely
Might that in between place be,
Where water from trickle beginnings
Modulates into wakes,
The upward span,
Then downward stretch,
Forging through minor and major choices,
Embracing half tones of engagement,
Carrying a merging forth of discovery,
Becoming a torrent
Containing both high
And low resonance,
Searching connective tremolos for oneness,
Finding innocence too must give way
As sensory reaches beyond comprehension,
Where the journey to ascending chance,
Converges proudly with the crescendo of eternity’s unsolved mystery.
And then there comes the uncovering…
This state of mind where new lessons to be learned
Conjoin this forever gathering of cosmic virility,
Where energy’s often dissonant questions
Start from ancestral middle fulcrums,
Branching its reach beyond scale,
Dancing with lightness of weight,
Tip-toeing upon the notes of power
Into cautious voices forging ahead,
Always remaining of purpose,
Yet often clashing as contrapuntal mistakes.
A child might hear the echo,
As octaves of like innocence reaching skyward
Enjoin rising fathoms from below,
Becoming one in harmony.
Such is the improvisation of life’s exploration,
Searching for tomorrow’s final chorus,
Where one’s once center being,
Youth’s springboard arch,
Finally becomes the never ending center
Of perpetuity’s orchestral gift,
That striving to live what life can be,
And then what it might become,
That spanning far beyond yesteryear’s Middle C,
Where the measured spans of equidistance
Ascend the borderless boundaries of one’s inner-self.
Along the coolness of the oaks we walked.
Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk!
Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way.
Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may.
I never thought, you would die so very young.
But you taught me independence and deep love.
That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be.
Was the biggest gift ever, till we conjoin in eternity .
Your wisdom, laughter, love so sorely missed.
But a wife never forgets the magic of your kiss.
Nor the great Bohemian days when we married.
When death comes,to you, I shall run and not tarry!
All my love,
Panagiota
8/14/2022
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I live in a rose-tinted town
bowing mainly to White Western skies
bleached of blue blooded color
but also of dire Eastern dawns
with smoky red skies,
warning farmers and gardeners
taking and giving nutritional cover
under bad-blooded weather
on our way to further apart.
I live in a NorthEastern place
replete with geriatric grace
yet less mindful of holistic medicines
less conscious through holy meditations
less green ecoschool wholesome
with cooperative administrations
of home
and families
and neighborhoods
as wholesome 7-Generation multihoods.
I live in a public space
directed by private embrace
toward trusting love of all four dimensions
all eight lifetime resurrections
From infant to WinWin child,
child to WinLose pre-teen,
pubescent to late adolescent,
where U.S. culture seems LeftBrain stuck
between delayed adolescents and too young adults,
young adults toward mature WinWin multiculturists,
voters listening to WiseElder leaders,
WiseElder leaders
longing to conjoin CoMessiahs
and Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors
and PolyCulturing Yogis
and MultiCulturing EarthScientists
and PolyPhonically inclined EarthArtists
and PolyPathic EarthEducators
and EarthFirst Mentors.
Researchers and Designers
of full-octaved trust,
if for no positively healthy reason,
to avoid hatreds of anti-trust
and ambivalent angers
seeking secular mistrust
and equivalent fears
finding infinite misery
pathologies.
I live in a rose-scented town
where three polluted rivers conjoin
worshipped by LastNative gamblers
reweaving our vapid ritual bows
within all four fractal revolving directions.
I live in a rose-fading town
aging while watching southwestern drought,
at risk of growing Eastern coastal
as Northern blizzards of chaos
compete with Southern hurricanes and tornadoes
of flooding tsunamic competing complexity.
I live in a rose memory town
filled with ghosts of LeftBrain dominant climatic pathology
rising up to restore RightBrain with Left
peace from within,
settling down to withstand
capital punishments
ego-justified retributions
without rose-tinted restorative glasses.
Mother Trees
will subdue deforesting Earth.
International Green Parties
will conjoin Democratic Organisms,
not so much Machines,
to re-invite WinWin ReBorn RePublics
of and for CommonGround bicameral healthy-wealth,
short- through long-term
wellbeing outcomes.
Those with LeftBrain EitherWin/OrLose challenges
link up karaoke machines and podcasts
to sing and dance new cooperative green anthem
rounds enabling outdoor ecoschool four seasons
in 4D spacetime RealTime
deep learning how to sustain ecovillage nutrition centers
with resilient multicultural abilities
for nurturing water-womb oceanic habitats
and intercontinental wealthy souls.
Organic cafes
build self-entertainment cooperatives
for ballroom and square dancing,
jazz and comedy improv,
blues and soul,
gospel and GodSpell
praising Gaia's gentler green reminders
to take our anthro-centered WinLose hubris
down an EitherUs/OrThem notch,
or even Lose/Lose depressing dualistic two,
away from most self-declared SuperElite
competitive false anthro-wealth
codependent hoarding of fake-health fatalities
between us.
Earth poetry contests,
grow more comparative cooperations
of WinWin polycultural
multicolored ultra-violet hues
and ecofeminist strains,
wonder and awe
transparent greyscaled shades
of double-binding fractal double-negatives
equals positive yang/yin energy
integrating timeless convex/concave octaves
in WinWin water-wombing webs.
Sitting still with salty eyes
summersaults in stomach strive
suffering a poltergeist
worried air blinding sight
quickly spawns anxiety
depression shortly joins
anger flows inside of me
transforming all conjoin
From whole too quarter
fallen through invasion
unable to thwarter
hopeless persuasion
Emotional base of optimism
overrun by dead dreams
Innocent fun in prison
depression fills the scene
Fear turns brave to dread
positive to negative
self-confidence lay dead
little left submissive
On the outside I look the same
not so perky but okay
On the inside beaten plain,
confused, what do I say?