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Perhaps the most inane entities contrived by the human race,
(Leaving folks wondering why they must meet in the first place),
Are the interminable meetings of committee, panel and board,
Convening for hours leaving participants bleary-eyed and bored!
For many boards, committees and panels, alas, I was drafted,
Sitting through them with eyes glazed as my mind drifted and wafted,
Listening to self-appointed experts spewing their hide-bound views.
What they were babbling on about I had no interest nor any clues!
We could take a few lessons from some of God's creatures.
The lowly ant could be one of our greatest teachers.
Legions of those little fellers get the job done with precision,
Without convening a commission or panel for every decision!
Observe the busy honey bees toiling in the fields and hives.
They have no useless commissions or boards obfuscating their lives!
With precision and organization they go about their employ,
Producing delectable cones of honey for us to steal and enjoy!
If thinking of me for a meeting, include me out, don't call!
For I am not the least bit interested and am not inclined at all,
To sit and hash over useless stuff that usually doesn't matter,
And listening to hours and hours of inane and vacuous patter!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Mary the dainty fairy queen
Wearing a pale white veil rarely seen
Trailing after her in meadow dale, light and airy
Floated gently to a brownie’s eyes, name of Jerry.
He admired her smile, the daisies on her head.
The colorful quail leading her down his flower bed.
The north wind agreed to a quick intervene.
Lifting her veil, Jerry saw beauty forever unseen.
In her hazel green eyes, a curious gleam.
Approaching the garden from wild forest stream.
Convening his advisors Perry, Terry and Ned.
Jerry asked permission to snag her and wed.
They caught her entourage without a pail
Her unicorn gave out a tiny wail
Orchestrated fully by that fairy queen
Had the first wedding fairy land had ever seen.
Jerry was smitten. His own idea he thought.
But preening fairy queens are not that easily caught.
She kept her marvelous secrets until her daughter’s courting days
Telling her how to entice the marriageable brownie to stay.
Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden
each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea
Her lavender blooms fill the earth with pardon
she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free
She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand
pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow
when I inhale her, ... then I begin to understand
why she is my favorite rose, why I love her so
Giving always giving, she is the perfect flower
loosely scented in my home she is fragrance
convening with my senses with elongated hour
this little rose of mine, means love & romance
Virtuous revolutions
are like timeless whole system recycling.
When was the last time
you thought and felt
we cooperatively feel and think in cycles
while living in a virtuous WinWin communicating circle?
Rather than slowly dying off into more private mutterings
while competitively marching
through a WinLose vicious market square.
When we are small toddlers
learning to speak healthy words,
while also hearing angry wounding curses,
despite wealthy experiences of family well-seasoned integrity
growing toward climaxing green sanctuary summers
and then winnowing most nutritional relationships
re-convening womblike wet-outside yet warm-inside winters
While yang inhaling co-operative intent,
heard with slumbering gratitude,
co-arises yin exhalations
manifesting each compassionate airborne revolution
of responsive cooperative solidarity
inside yin dark womb
refueling back toward outside yang bright summer
Unitarian inside compassion's intent
toward universal cooperative outside incarnation
informing mature enlightening trends
exhaling virtuous systems not not coterminous correlations,
Incoming therapeutic evolution
predicting outgoing co-passioning revolution recycles
going up wealthily
reweaving down healthily
Life becomes light robust as summer
winnowing ego-death resilient revolutions
winning virtuous eco-systemic ways.
When was the last time you thought and felt
we cooperatively feel and think
while breathing in a virtuous communion circle
rather than slowly dying off,
overpowered by a viciously commodified square?
DNA's cooperative purpose
for ego/eco-systemic mapping
outside convex with inside concave
is to unite our cooperative WinWin questions--
not to colonize
not to overpower
Earth's entire interdependent ecosystem.
Convening green ego-groups
framing healthy ecosystemic habitats
act in messianic/bodhisattva solidarity
patriarchal/matriarchal
West with East,
on behalf of whole ego-eco balancing stakeholders
we left with right unite
yang with yin re-membering
reassociating archetypal representers.
What would we health experience
on
and in
and over Earth
when our cooperative WinWin revision
is multiculturally achieved?
What restoring difference
could reassociating peaceful health
with justice wealth
WinWin choices make?
Green with Red
Left with Right
West with East
North with South
Yang with Yin
Dominant with Recessive
Convex with Concave
Prime ZeroZone appositional
timeless
relationships...
Win polypathic with notnot polyphonic Win
Strength with Flow
Mountains with Rivers
EarthNature re-animating WaterSpirits
Green golden ruling Red
Subjects with Objects
Polynomial causes
with NotNot Polynomial
ZeroSum health/wealth effects.
Uracil magically reappears
as Green EarthMan's newborn
deductive nutritional Spring
With Green SkyWoman's Cytosine
for inductive adolescent nurturing Summer
Inviting Red MountainMan
maturing Adenine's reductive conserving
autumnal harvest of nutrients
For UltraNonViolet RiverWoman's flow of Guanine,
seductively liberating WiseElder Advent of Integrity
redacting reiterative
fusion fracting
regeneratively decomposing
re-associative DNA
archetypal rememories.
Deep into the dark, amid the shadows, dwells the blackest spark
Or no, wait, it'sa nightmare convening, and the park is screaming
Or perchance a ghoulish gathering, killing and preening
Bad dream screening, cloaked and masked with disbelieving
The curtains been pulled, the marriage annulled
Death and dulled, the demons are doin' well
All things considered, sanctimonious, and sick, this is all just swell
The fog flourishes while evil rings the graveyard's bell
This is certainly a show, don't tell
Sinister, cozy, and cold, the decadence and debauchery unfolds
Just as the days of centuries old played out
Victorian Gothic, historical, and classic, with all the Vamps sportin' a blood locket
The delicious allure of death dazzles
Causing desolation and loneliness to frazzle
A puzzle of phantoms, vast and not random
An Andy Warhol fandom, all the Nevermores gettin' their corpse on Forevermore
Outstanding
So what does one make of this funeral with a cake, dead roses
And the realization that love is fake
A ghostly compendium of dubious give and take, live the death
Enjoy the Devils Breath by the lake
Fascinate over the forsaken, disturb the unwaken
Go ahead, have a slice of liver or belly bacon
Here, it's yours for the takin'
Mayhem is a'makin', and this can very well be that Heinous exotic Hellish vacation
The one Lucifer is always hailing or abating
Which reminds me of that abysmal sensation that follows him around
And why is he here? He belongs downtown - underground.....
Divine messengers from Elders past
beget humane muses of culture.
Prophetic win/win messages
perform and engage
redevelop and reconnect
guardian health systems
and wealth networks.
Proactive passionate verbs
pleasing domesticated nouns
together speak co-relational language,
recreating exegesis of re-ligioning life
spread and stretched between
flaming hot love and stone-cold hate.
Creolizing messages shaping defense
of polycultural adventures
reshaping offense
of too omnipotent monocultures.
Divine words
reweaving boddhisatva co-messiahs
guardians of healthy cooperative virtues,
EarthTribe's re-convening
naturally discerning spirited kindness,
indigenously wise
re-ligioning FatherSun
EarthMother root feeling
crown thoughtful
mind/body fullness.
Transcendent/immanent
enlightened/empowering
messengers to and from our Elder guardians,
trees shaken by breeze,
sapient squirrels chased by bluejay girls,
light shadowed by co-refining night.
Divine FatherSun
re-connecting enlightened messages
re-ligioning EarthMother sage
co-messianic musicians.
On the other side, in his deep velvet voice
Niv reveals his purpose and meaning
Of every action and every choice
That led to our hearts convening
I am here to teach you, Ladyface
Of how our fears shape our actions
And the fantastical dreams that we chase
Often get clouded by our own distractions
I am here at this precise moment
To form this intense connection
Assigned to be spiritually prudent
At each of our mid-life's reflection
I am here to fulfill the soul contract
Our energies previously made to evolve
Two souls tied by karmic impact
To shed light on scars we need to resolve
I am here to crack you wide open
To touch the unhealed wounds you possess
And trigger you until you are broken
To expose the fears that you depress
I am here as a mission of your journey
To wreck you until you are never the same
This spiritual assignment was our destiny
To expose our inner grief and shame
I was never meant to walk beside you
Our paths crossed to awaken our intuition
Let go of the past to make room for the new
Now I'll walk away as you to complete your transition
In the three preceding poems I penned quite recently
I wrote how I was thankful for my house, my friends…my family.
But house and friends and family are mere words that by themselves have no appeal…
What gives them their beauty…their allure, their significance…is our ability to feel.
I’m thankful for as long as I can remember…from the time I was a boy
how I could feel…happiness…pleasure…ecstasy…awe…excitement..joy.
I’m thankful for my confidence…my pride…my self esteem…
for my ability to imagine, to wish, to hope…to dream…
And though I am truly thankful for all the wonders listed above…
I believe I am most thankful for my ability to love.
Love is a magnificent creation…an incredible gift…for it has this wonderful ability
to enhance the way we feel about ourselves, our house, our friends…our family.
The fact we can feel love…in all its forms…both big and small
is, perhaps, when you stop to think about it…the greatest gift of all.
But the ability to feel…as wonderful as it can be also has a darker side…
It opens us to feelings of sorrow and misery…feeling we can’t hide.
It stands to reason…if we have the ability to feel joy…we will also feel pain…there will be tiimes we bask in the sunshine…and times we must endure the rain.
But I have found what makes the joy more joyous and the sorrow go down more easily..
is our ability to love and to feel the love of our friends and family.
So this Thanksgiving when in your house…with friends and family…convening….
rejoice and remember it’s our ability to love and be loved that gives our life its meaning.
Love can to make a house a home…
It connects us with friends and family…
it can energize…soothe…and heal
which is why this Thanksgiving…as I do every day…
I give thanks for my ability to feel.
As writers, our life is a book of how seductive our image can assuredly be.
It chronicles how effortless it is, to emerge as seduced off of any significant episode because of the behavior our society is nowadays.
Should we display a mimicry of that novel chapter?
A spiritual crisis will monopolize every hypothesis of our scripted lives.
It will transpose it to be fabricated and that all there ever were, was genuine emptiness.
We will then seize a conclusion in our lives wherever conviction accepts its governance on us.
We shall endure through all that, unearthing ourselves in a crudely lit enclosure, convening at a desk with the spotlight on...
...a blank piece of paper.
2019 November 25