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In the dance of total flowers, sighs intertwine with bitter dew,
Their petals mourn their burden under the night's sky, like a secret weight.
I spoke words to those who see life as a meaningless game,
Those who pass through days without feeling the miracle hidden beneath the horizon's veil.
Through the crystal of the autumn drop, I saw you, my love, divided,
On one side and the other, between worlds that intertwine, infinite.
Some see paradise, others see hell, in reflections of light and shadow,
Imitated by the emperors of life, who lose themselves in somber roles.
In contentious applause, the slaves of life bow, humble spectators,
They, the actors of emotion, who forget the letters of fragile, subtle thoughts.
The cranial bird chirps a harmonious and desperate cry,
Like that of a snowdrop wanting to be freed from the harsh winter.
To revive from white snow, turning green for your lively spring,
When through you, my love, desire is reborn like poetry.
Before the wine of forgetfulness fills my mind with numbness,
I will offer you to those who make love a faith, a way of living.
From longings, I will weave your rosy desire to light up the world,
Offering you to all as a memory that refuses to be consumed.
Men, collectively called Homo-sapiens,
Differ in breath and bone, thought and action.
No one wears another’s face or physiognomy
Nor share cognitive or mental faculties in equal faction.
Cast in different molds, they stay different-
Some, mild and meek, to common rules lenient
Some, rebellious, questioning everything.
Can’t brand them notorious or wayward, but deviant.
Some seek the trodden path with lesser risk.
Others want to explore and stay adventurous.
Often unbound by rules and regulations,
Some tend to act unpredictably treacherous .
Contention and conformity walk side by side.
At times taking prominence one on the other
Contentious people are often instigators,
Who chain their glories to trifles that smother.
Deviants wish to engage in arguments that bite
Twist truth and justify wrong
Wear a disguise of virtue, but marred inside
Bind others with insistence, headstrong.
Some, rich in qualities of the head and heart-
People full of the milk of human kindness.
Call them the Divine who make the world richer.
They earn respect with honesty and uprightness.
People of clear thought and unclouded vision,
With actions aligned to conscience and words, sincere.
They withhold judgement until the truth is learned.
To integrity, as the guiding principle, they adhere.
Difference shouldn't be seen as man’s critical fracture
Those branded deviant may hold qualities benign,
From hideout, their niceties may come to fore one day.
So, be generous in your treatment of the Deviant and the Divine.
Sometimes it feels easier to throw my younger generation
in with my older generation
and walk away,
as quickly as possible,
without drawing undue attention to my own eagerness
to disappear into blues of love's last kinder memories.
I wonder why
it seems they either want to kill each other
or they can't eat up enough of each other.
Nothing too much in-between,
which is more what I get
in-between these past and future generations.
In my own situation,
this older generation has become all too relentlessly white,
while my own kids are more of a brown sepia rainbow
of polyculturing color mix,
browns and whites,
without my ruminating blues.
My kids are sure their white grandparents were aliens,
possibly benign,
but never known,
too far away.
But, their brown skin grandparents
speak with fluent nourishing food,
good-news song and blues
of love and hated mistrust,
wariness of self-righteous
RightWing
AntiChristian trauma.
They sing brown stories of blues
fogging up from steamy hues,
for without love's heat,
no blue-souled warmth
to sacred sing too loud
and scold their bratty grandkids,
cherished as whom we have become together
contentious in this time
in-between too warm
climatic regenerations.
The animals of the forest decided that they should have a leader to guide them. They said anyone that wanted to, should get up and expound. The fox, eager to influence the others with his clever concepts, made the suggestion that he should be the boss. The magpies response was contentious, "How could we trust you?" "Every year you steal more and more of our eggs, and that's not right!" they said. "I think I would make a strong leader, and fair," said the lion. "But you have been a self-imposed dictator for far too long!" said the owl. "What about me?" the horned one said. "My wisdom is legendary!" Then all the animals started talking at once, when a shadow filled the doorway, and a man came forward. A great gasp of surprise arose in the Hall of the Hallowed Tree. The Naked Ape of the Divine Toadstool said, "quiet and hear me now!" "I would be the best choice as your leader!" he stated assuredly. "Why you!?" said the owl. "We don't know who you are, not even your name!" "I am the human being known as the King of the Crooked Crown" he said. "For I am the perfect imperfection to lead this imperfect union!" "With the natural resources of the forest, we can build an empire!" he said convincingly. The human needed to say no more, for they all agreed unanimously, that he should lead them! When they had all gone, the owl was left alone in the Great Hall. He sat upon his perch thinking to himself. "Ah but what of Mother Nature?" "It's not nice to fool with Her, hmm." The light grew with the early dawn, as the wise one's big eyes, slowly closed.
date-2/20/19
Taking Bare of Your Self
Reflecting on the silent moments when the Self absorbs itself
Tim is called preposterous a villain and contentious narcissist
He looks into the mirror ponders on ponds of accusations
Yet hurts no others rejects a portion of what he recovers
No aggression no hurting others no transgressions he simply
Choses to take a good honest look at the prism of his meaning
The surface surges with a splatter as he views beyond the
Grimace of distortion salvages and abandons faulty grins
In the nude he dives into the wrinkled waters of salty tears
Mediates in breathless meditation sheds weight and anger
Takes care of his truth at the bottom of uncertain sediments
Strips groundless fearsome fathom fragments and thus retrieves
Bystanders do not like that he appears to be marvelling when
He only begs to differ from others and himself before he rises
Dissents consents dissolves ambivalence does not retaliate
False censorship of crowds that cannot will not wish to see
When onlookers label in projection and throw a stone he catches
What matters to him and walks away with kindness towards himself
20th July 2018
Courtesy viz (g)natty Thrip Pest...
This client (Matthew Scott)
availed himself at behest
of following counselor
who bares his chest
to Stephanie Dodds
(maid 'n USA name)
taught technique to minimize
ruffling feathers lest
the missus aggrieved
spending her nest
egg, thus self and missus
live destitute oppressed
as two basket of deplorables stressed
nearly every day envisioning
castles in air pipe dreams
when getting undressed
preparatory to dreams
within illusory shut eye
yours truly dons fancy vest
believe me you sold by Kanye West.
DEAR MAN skills
(feeble attempt more daunting
versus scaling Mount Everest)
embraced with zest
supported and blessedly underwritten
by loan granted from Univest
Bank ohm my dog to mitigate electric
resistance while no resistance
against kool psychological aid acid test,
whereby this husband espoused,
to help him recharge, (re:volt if necessary)...,
which endeavor now poetically expressed
concerning contentious gripe(s),
she would concur challenges we contest
beat within mine (possibly her) breast
unavoidable series of parallel events
disallows me to experience respite
as ye correctly guessed
impossible mission until
death do me part heavenly blessed,
meanwhile to maximize insight woke
involving DEAR MAN skills
with following example I attest
triggered food for thought
countless years gone by, no jest
which behavior even
eldest daughter did detest
specifically oft time ebt -
Electronic benefit transfer
i.e. food stamp money addressed
when wife spent lion's share
in one fell swoop, I did level best
to communicate while pride
hide hid ingest, wife acquiesced
yet without fail repeated offense
whereby mister diplomacy here
explained (with diminishing patience)
allocated funds sole comestible expense
then included four family members
issue got heated more emphatically
groused at my sidelined request
invariably spiking discourse
else... I threatened to divest
and stow card in wallet (mine),
yet invariably relinquished said item,
perhaps first will and testament bequest
if imposed, enforced, adhered...
would have nipped in bud
finding yours truly less obsessed,
nee furious every month
the vicious drama cycled
smoldering resentment did crest
into shouting tense match,
thus body electric lamely fleshed.
My New Year Resolutions for twenty-twenty three
will find me writing more limericks, and I foresee
poems of a gentle nature and none about grief,
for I vow this year I'm going to turn over a new leaf
by not playing tit for tat games with a trivial motif.
No longer will I read poems by anyone contentious,
those who find my opinions sundry or dissentious.
I promise to give more comments to those deserving
and when on the road to animosity I'll be swerving.
I'll find a positive crumb in what others say and think
even if they say my poems are a waste of printing ink.
I'll seek a silver lining when negativity hovers over me
and add smiles to cups of soup to sweeten the recipe.
I'll spend more time writing aural music for my lyrics
without paying attention to the naysayers or critics.
Writing is a sentimental journey traversed by the heart.
Where it leads a composer or poet, is their work of art.
I will find the time to celebrate life with lively dances.
Some may laugh and mock me, but I'll take my chances
and they might join me in having fun. In fact, I'd insist!
There may be a few more resolutions to add to my list.
I'd better print a copy and keep it on my kitchen fridge
or I might be tempted to cheat a bit. Well, just a smidge
when reaching for a snack, as I 've been known to do...
and break a resolution I swear to keep, or maybe a few.
December 14, 2022
Resolutions for 2023 Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Liberty,
More than a statue is she.
Freedom,
Into it we are born.
Is it possible to truly achieve
These rights in which we believe
In a world so politically
Formed with a contentious mentality?
Liberty,
Achieved sans bigotry.
Freedom,
From within first it must come.
Such lofty standards to aspire
Each of us could reach much higher
And apply them to everyone
Before expecting them in return.
Liberty,
How I pray for thee.
Freedom,
Meant for everyone.
Liberty, let her ring and freedom she shall bring.
Entry in the Liberty and Freedom contest
Earth had offered Her eco-centric contract
of love and synergy,
awaiting ego's personal response each day,
each moment,
eager to optimize wealthy health care cooperations
of sacred grace.
Over an apparently inadequate lifetime
ego implied his competitive response:
I grow increasingly excited,
stimulated,
by this co-petitioning challenge
to frame our dissonance,
our operational riddles and puzzles,
games and illogistics
and dark strategies
Measured in statistical decomposition
of the odds for sustaining life
by perfecting hatred and fear
of death's dissociative decay.
I question Earth's right to positive resolution
and harmonic resonance,
as consonant co-governance
of enlightened ego empowering eco
to play win/win,
recreate without sin,
and co-passion nicely together
This co-petition against wasted anxious time
fully exercises my right of conscience,
to re-search 0-sum ego-partisanship
for absolute freedom from eco-dependence.
This co-petition asserts our human natural guild's unlovely preference
for contention over contentment
for sustained longing rather than resilient belonging
for uni-lateral freedom
rather than ego/eco bilateral interdependence.
EarthMother absorbed this richly contentious compost,
this dissembling over cooperative rights of assembly
and competition challenging associative eco-creation
as too inclusive recreation,
divisive of ego's omnipotent present place
in organic space
derived from eco's multisystemic functions
within history's healthiest seasons.
It seems to me,
said She,
Time has unfolded an eco-systemic co-tractive gift,
born of Her binomial grace
in bilaterally felt space,
a belonging response to mutually co-tribute with ego
gratitude for bicameral mutuality
and full freedom of co-scientific consciousness,
to conjoin time's eternal moment
of past personal ego
with future eco recentering life.
Post Scripted: "After all this time and space
repeating inhumane competitions and cooperative contractions,
deductive inducements to balance positive political space
with negative un-ecological economic time,
thank you for remembering why RightBrain felt eco-normics
gave birth to LeftBrain's verbal ego-petitions
in our first through last breathing moment
of win/win eco-operative identity."
Signed: Earth's Polypathic CoOperative Covenant
TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
imaginative
yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness
an influx
of euphoria
triumphal
yet unbowed
such contemporary
polemics
in
joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
obscure & curious
in an
endless
procession
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived