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Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before homosapiens appeared
Pretty sure some are still living amongst us
Been running the country for years
Some of these yahoos are out of this world
With no correlation to reality
“We the people” was a great new idea
Though it surely dates back to antiquity
The patsies we are, we go with the flow
Don't rock the boat that's for sure
If only someone would stand up and yell
“We ain't gonna take it no more!”
At eighty-two, not too many years to go
Won't waste my remaining breath
Conserve it for much more important stuff
Like cheering on the Blue Jays till death
Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before homosapiens appeared
Wish I could journey back to those times
But that would be totally weird
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
Healthy robust meditation,
taught
in diverse schools of thought,
theological
through ecological,
biological,
psychological
sociological
and neurological,
begins with correct posture.
But, "correct" does not mean
only one orthodox way.
Correct
is more about medians
favoring balance,
centering practice
rather than evangelical means.
Correct
accommodates diversity,
cultural differences and deviations
and universal similarities
of humane bicameral consciousness.
Correct posture,
like correct theology
and correct understanding
of ecological relationship,
is about polyphonic correlation
and not monoculturing stagnation.
Yet, correct posture,
correct health care,
correct political and economic relationships,
are not merely subjective,
not barely "relative"
Any more or less than correct theories of relativity
are merely subjective,
chaotic,
degenerative,
entropic.
Rather, correct postures,
frames,
forms of discernment,
notice,
healthy curiosity,
good humor,
structure,
transparent networks,
resilient systems,
are correct
as they are in left/right
west/east
north/south
inside/outside
ego/eco balancing relationship,
noticing tipping points
Toward Yang's natural revolutions
in mountainous significant space
and Yin's spiritual evolutions
co-arising spiraling valleys of time
Where polypathic relationship
correctly resonates
polyphonic resilience.
Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before humans originally appeared
Pretty sure some are still living amongt us
Been running the country for years
Some of these yahoos are out of this world
With no correlation to reality
“We the people” was a great new idea
Though it surely dates back to antiquity
The patsies we are, we go with the flow
Don't rock the boat that's for sure
If only someone would stand up and yell
“We ain't gonna take it no more!”
At eighty-eight not too many to go
Won't waste my remaining breath
Conserve it for much more important stuff
Like cheering the Yankees till death
Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before humans originally appeared
Wish I could journey back to those times
But that ain't gonna happen I fear
Wistful yearning for an air of trustfulness
Zeus' libido was famed for its lustfulness.
Who saved thugs till all wits were withdrawn?
No farmer ever wiped dew off the lawn.
Nor is tyranny feared or known as grim.
It was a depressing one overall, and dim.
To his love-stricken spirit and melancholy.
He repents of the acts and admits his folly.
Spread the aroma of a worm-eaten shroud.
Unrolled, it breaks or oils shreds in a cloud.
Depression is feared across the nation.
I crave your love; this is my correlation.
Tell me I love you if my mood is gloomy.
I'll be distraught, yet carry that light to me.
With vile lying, you preyed on our feelings.
I'm not retaining them back—it's stealing.
Written: May 22, 2023
( Not For Any Contest)
.... Human desire for adaptation, I foresee ....
- A solemn ongoing enthusiasm for -
Becoming parallel with those who dedicate themselves
to food provision, - farmers
My central aim would be to reform sturdily renewable
- Crops containing dense nutrients
Regulation of fruit and vegetable growing operations
will see a fair salary
Paid to all producers, incentivising streamlined practice
- Standardised soil reconstruction
Encourage diversity in properties' cropping. Guarantee income
Locate livestock adjacent, manure transferred
Transforms tired soil to jumping, a fast forward response
- Increased local area selling, less transport strain
Without genetic modification, tenacity of breed continues
Resilient stock would result
Chain reaction brings taste incentivised consumers
- Check research on nutrition / brain correlation
Two decades of subsidised farming will find resources
commited to defence can safely decrease
Satiated state of mind, transferred to our earthly vessels
- Societal health will skyrocket
Far from being Ruler of The World, I have previously worked
as a Sales Rep. for a rubbish collection company
- I came to understand two tonnes of vegetable scraps
leave each supermarket daily for landfill
10th August 2020
Written for Contest: If I Ruled The World
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Maybe it's just ageing me.
So, I'm asking,
as focused yet open
as I could ever hope to encompass,
transparently vulnerable
Do negative correlations
distancing inhaling
from exhaling
EarthMother's sentient WorldView
resemble, for you,
too,
a reverse correlation,
dipolar co-arising
appositional contrast,
in-between organically grasping on
and sacredly letting off?
I am not sure why
this question could be economically
or politically
or psychologically
or neurologically significant
In this time of great polarized
climate EarthHealth v EconomicWealth cultural crisis,
and yet,
it persistently seems so
as I attempt,
in my Earth-bound solitude,
to exhale and dissociate from
left hemisphere verbal
monopolizing
monotheistic
demanding anthropocentric dominance
To inhale and grasp toward
more right hemisphere nonverbal
co-passion communing physical therapy
re-associating
re-syncing metaphysical thought
and physical feeling
re-communing organic and sacred
re-ligioning
Green
and blue
and red
ultra-violet transforming
Earth's climate health
grasping fresh inhalations
while exhausting stale patriarchal capitalism's
straight white male preserving
reiterative hortatory,
Might Makes God Right
Grasping and exhausting reactionary nonresponsiveness
to our organic belongings
and sacred longings
for EarthHealth
and DemocraticWealth,
co-passionate points of WorldView.
Hegseth whose wits seem to wear out in haste,
Wants his war boys to take TRT test
To make them fighting fit
Faced with Gulf War defeat,
And as correlation
Is not quite causation,
If troop’s T levels slip,
Blame undue stress, low sleep,
Beware, T-sterones win no wars at best.
_______________________________
Happenings | 11.07.2026 | humour, war, Limerick
Note: US secretary of war, Pete Hegseth, seems out of ideas as Gulf War is in its fifth month, as Trump and his team is losing its steam. He wants his troops to take testosterone replacement therapy (TRT). Crazy as the idea is he seems to have drawn inspiration from Odysseus who chewed on raw animal testicles, and yet the Trojan war dragged on for ten long years. He only won by deceit. Would Iran oblige?
The eye-to-eye association flick life away.
Pretty natural tones ring out in my flyway
Light, invisible hands bait me to the clay.
It's excessively captivating of a grasp to assay.
Blissful lyrics led me to find my way to an archway.
I heard a sublime newly birth beat straightaway.
This soft, serene sparkle enlightens my allay.
Light stream is drawing me closer, yet I'm splay.
Bright rays awe me as I convey a lovely hallway.
My body, then again, lies on the chilly, acrid clay.
It feels incredible to be released of such a weigh
I was bare and defenseless, alike a newborn aweigh.
Steady heartbeats draw me near my doorway.
Once I hand up control to virtue, I can utterly inlay
Still, I'm alive, and I enjoyed doing it anyway.
I can't ponder anything when I stare at the Milky Way.
A dyed eye-to-eye correlation feature is held at bay.
Why should we fear death? Because of doomsday.
All were created by God, the sole crucial soothsay.
We are all born to die, thus is no need to yell or dismay.
1st Place contest winner.
Written: August 16, 2021
Your Best Monorhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
When I gaze up at the evening sky (by the way I think everybody should)
I’m often reminded of my younger days…back in my childhood.
Back when I played with my Lite Brite…for often I would sigh…when I saw the constellations I created…back when I controlled the sky.
And I wonder if ancient astrologers gazing up into the night…were as enamored with what they saw…as I was with my Lite Brite.
Back when I played connect the dots…when it wasn’t always clear…when I started to connect them…what picture would appear.
And I wonder how long it took ancient astrologers to make the correlation…to connect the dots of light across the sky and form the constellations.
I don’t think it crazy or in the least bizarre…to think there was a little bit of child in those ancient astrologers as they gazed up at the stars
Perhaps they formed their beliefs…and found answers to the question why…by playing, in their own way, with their Lite Brite in the sky.
Gazing at the constellations tonight…I’m filled with a host of childhood thoughts…which makes me want to thank those ancient astrologers…for connecting all those dots.