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An earthen pathway long forgotten
For many ages left untrodden
A relic not ruined but long forsaken
By dusty feet, this road’s not been taken
Through whispering woods, to ford flowing waters
Across fertile fields, through verdant green valleys
Who can say where it now shall wander
Through lands that wars have split asunder
What memories now will be unspoken
Their secrets forever lie unbroken
Friends’ councils ignored, a warning unheeded
Words spoke in anger to end a nation
Death to the people who once lived and thrived
A people whose rulers clashed and strived
Proud kings to wisdom listened not
Mustered the armies, the battle they fought
Decimation, demise, a people destructed
The sole remnant of which is a road long abandoned
What wages will teach us the cost of our actions
Why must we split into divided factions
A people’s legacy, all that’s left is a road
Remember it well, for we reap what we sowed.
The Heart of the Rising Sun
(In search of the place of the Igbo nation in Africa)
By the banks where the Rivers of Niger interwatered with Benue
Spreading their wild tentacles to the farms and gardens terrain,
Turning this gleams and divides, into food basket state called Benue
In the soil of southeastern terrain,
Lies a nation of millions, where honor resides,
And the roots of antiquity and meritocracy reign.
From the cradle of Ugwuele, timeless and deep,
To the bronze that Igbo-Ukwu cast,
Bordering the ancient People of Igala
They are keepers of secrets the centuries keep,
With a future as vast as their past
Endowed with gifts and ornaments beautiful like the Ugbala
No monarchs or tyrants could capture their soul,
For their freedom was woven in sacred and just law;
By the elders and age-grades, the village made whole,
Protected by Ofo na Ogu and in the councils the ancestors saw.
When the shadow of empire demanded their knee,
The Ekumeku struck through the night,
Aba women rioted to the disgrace of the Empires civilization.
And the women of Aba stood fearless and free,
To reclaim what was theirs by right
They found no monarch to cajole in their vandalization
They are builders of commerce, the engine, the spark,
From the stalls where the markets expand;
Through the bond of entrepreneurs' of
Igba-Boi, they rise from the dark,
Lifting brothers to conquer the land.
In the factories of Nnewi, the engines are spun,
and industrial cities of Aba, businesses run
With a genius no hardship could tame,
For the spirit of Biafra, though tested by gun,
Still burns as an unquenched flame.
From the ink of Achebe, where cultures collide,
To the starlight Adichie has shed,
From the mathematic prowess of Chike Obi
to the pure calculus eloquence of Peter Obi
Their stories travel global on rivers of pride,
By the rhythms of Afrobeats fed.
Though scattered by oceans, their legacy stays
In the diaspora's heartbeat and tongue
The Igbo remain, through the length of their days,
The proud song that Africa has sung.
My ego,
devoid of outside voices
songs and sacred dances,
Missing outdoor ecoschools
sponsored by GreenFaith Communities
studying outside multicultural EcoFaith Cooperatives
supported by EcoVillage Guilds
and WiseElder Councils
with health-wealth optimizing goals
established with green permacultural designing
co-consultants,
suffering Ego/Eco CoMessiahs.
I have learned to expect authority
exercised as patriarchal demands,
after a bit of WinLose compromising
and egocentric truce-making,
self-defense of dueling dualistic WinLose
hard-fought evolutionary/devolutioning compromises
Informing/exformational dipolarities
In which my RightBrain mind-spirit loses
so my LeftBrain body-nature can continue
asserting it's Either/Or
Win/Lose demands
for rational anger and fear management expectations,
retributive justice against,
rather than for,
sinners like me
falling short of enslaved blind faith
in dualistic bipolar fundamentalist
escape from HellFire and Damnation addictions
Demands for LeftBrain reform
through punishing ego-oppression,
suppression
My hard way
tough love
of patriarchal plutocratic inside-voice pirates--
Not wu-wei of nondual
bilateral tipping pointed
dipolar WinWin extensions of grateful invitations,
Both/And
sacred ElderRight
with secular NewBorn Left.
My RightBrain sacred NatureSpirits
invite WinWin responses
through co-mentoring HereNow gratitude
for Earth's matriarchal health-wealth CoPresence
Forming all my WinWin cooperative days,
co-investment programs,
health policies,
PositivEnergy projects,
CommonGround propositions,
could not demand WinWin convergence,
resilience,
resonance
Because invitations express healthy-wealth
of and for nurturing Gratitude
LeftBrain attitudes
singing and prancing beatitudes,
RightBrain sacred integrity
of YangBody
with YinMind,
My EgoLeft
with Green EcoSchool inviting fellow conservationists
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic right
feeling both adrenaline ultra-violet Wonder
co-investing Here,
and dopamine green Awe
bilateral ZeroZones
co-inviting timeless aptic Now
My Win or Lose adrenaline on demand
with WinWin dopamine
by Left-Right cooperative invitation only.
In light of locution
whispers
dance delicately off her lips
"Lux Vitae"
Tree of Life,
Trinity,
tribal councils conferred
the coffers, re-offers
enriched and enhanced
erectus
three times three
smoke rises from the ash
and anew you glow
a river of gold
connecting
the body to the soul
blue of sky
the sun of spirit's eye
beheld
in fate of copious moon
intrinsic
the sum
not one, but all
in feel
layers peeled slowly back
from black to light
from day to the night
perspicacity, acuity
filters undone
your wit teases
the brain's
restless receptors
insane we see
weightlessness of the breeze
carrying of scent
her fragrant scent
where angels once undressed the devils
and the lion frantically chased
the dainty dragonfly's peace
breathless
she enters
his anchored mind
libertas quae sera tamen
and free you shall be
enplaned upon the shores of love
where blues breathe in smoke filled rooms
and stars do a tango
overlooking
the electric light
exploding
in the reflection of river's bend
your bow, not too tight
wrapping around
the fringes of my tattered soul
kisses
the parched lips of a wanted life
"Vitae Lux"
Peasants of the Playbook
You’re peasants of the playbook
Yet you think you know the reason
For the failure of the team
That does the best it can this season
And, massing in the mews
You’ve raised the mewl to a mew
Questioning the mastery
Of a coach as good as two
By what method do you meter
The mettle of this man
He coaches and he councils
And he does the best he can
With material you’ve provided
He’s positioned at the mandrel
Where he hammers out their character
It’s more than you could handle
Your mantle flounces flutter
When subjected to such folly
Your seething is better served
If you’d support the coach, by golly
It’s then we’ll see the sextant
Guide the gridiron guild to glory
And add a happy chapter
To this teams’ historic story
Hopefully things will go up from here.
The new world leader is Angela Merkel from Germany
She is well-educated and wise.
She is not afraid to show people that she is a book reader.
Quotes about her are: "she is willing to learn new skills"
So all those crazy rumors about women not listening do not apply
Wait, there are no rumors like that. Women are the best listeners.
She serves on international councils, and she shines brightly.
She is inspiring women to get into politics and do something
Not just collect money until they are taken out in a body bag.
She is my hero. I adore her. I am intrigued by her integrity.
She has morals, and she is hiding nothing. She wears no mask.
I applaud Germany for again leading the way into the next century
Showing the rest of us how silly we have been for trading integrity
For the NRA's excitement about giving every deranged person
Their own brand spanking new assault rifle if they want one.
Who needs an assault rifle? No one, not even the police.
Angela Merkel, Chancellor of Germany, cannot be bought
Her integrity is not for sale at any cost; she is a beacon of hope.
She will lead the international committees into the next century
Understanding what integrity looks like, earning her own respect.
( This is the first among the 100 poems dedicated to Barack Obama in his endeavor to retain the most powerful office on earth!)
Africa has had a four-year dance
Upon the pedestal of fame;
That little boy with a funny name,
Barack Hussein Obama the darling of chance
Has brought glory to a derided soil.
Had I a say in the heavenly councils;
A voice among the celestial consuls,
I would turn and twist both fortune and fate
And give that blessed tongue a landside triumph in every state!
Were I the omnipotent son of God
Dwelling in that magnificent city of gold,
I would open every American eye,
So that it may see with a sigh
The gift bestowed upon that fruit of a Kenyan loin;
And in his genuine cause I would all and sundry join!
Were I the merciful Ruler of the Universe,
I would with all minds converse;
I would both convince and enthuse
Upon all mortals the luck they refuse!
But since I'm a powerless being known by none,
Mine shall remain a wish at best;
That the will of heavens may be done,
Praying with a pleading tongue before the Mercy Seat!
WARNING: POLITICAL CONTENT
“I know that everyone here will soon be marching over to the capitol building to peacefully and patriotically make your voices heard...."
~President Trump, January 6, 2021
Why did Speaker Pelosi AND the DC Mayor refuse Trump's offer of National Guard troops for security TWO DAYS before Jan. 6th?
Why did Speaker Pelosi ignore the Capitol Police Chief's SIX requests for security reinforcements on Jan. 6th.
Why did Capitol Police on Jan. 6th open the doors at the Capitol Building and invite protesters into the building?
Why hasn't ALL of the security video of the Capitol Building for Jan. 6th been released?
Why have arrested protesters of Jan. 6th been in jail for more than a year without bail when most have been charged with only misdemeanor trespassing?
Why was the only person killed during the protest an unarmed, female, military veteran, shot by a Capitol Police officer?
Why did Speaker Pelosi refuse to allow House Republicans to appoint members to the Commision?
Why has nothing more been said about the pipe bombs planted outside both DNC and RNC ON Jan. 5th?
Why has Ray Epps not been arrested, and who exactly is he?
Why does the FBI refuse to answer questions about how many operatives they had embedded with the protesters on Jan. 6th?
In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist."
~President Eisenhower, 1962
Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
Mohtarmaas!
Not just titles,
Titans of change,
Revolution’s rhythm,
Pulsing through time!
Tricolour dreams—
Sewn with the might of women,
Saffron courage,
White truth,
Green hope,
Their spirits spin tales,
Defiance in diversity!
From Jhansi’s fort
To Delhi’s gates,
Rebellion echoes,
In the roar of battlefields,
In the silence of prison cells,
In verses of poets,
Who knew no bounds!
Lakshmibai to now—
A journey carved in blood and ink
Sarojini’s song,
Freedom’s Cry,
They fought, they led,
They soared!
Progress flows—
Like the river of their unwavering will,
Carving paths through patriarchal lands,
In councils of revolution,
In rallies of inspiration,
In homes ripe for change.
Yet, prejudice looms,
and Challenges whisper in the dark,
But we—
We are the daughters of these warriors,
Our hearts beat with the rhythm of their resistance!
Mohtarma!
A whisper, a roar, a beacon,
Generations of fierce freedom—
Bold, brave,
Barrier-breaking!
At this moment,
Between their sacrifices and our aspirations—
We stand,
We remember,
We continue!
Indian Women—
Not just fighters,
But fierce flames,
Not just supporters,
But a storm!
Of dreams, determination,
Destinies redefined!
Countless years
And their story flows—
Through our veins,
In every heartbeat,
In every breath,
We rise,
Uncrowned Queens,
The legacy continues.