Long Cultural Poems
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Wear a salmon on your head,
the wild Orca said,
make it a big chinook
or perhaps a steelhead.
It's very avant-garde;
it makes a fashion dent,
and kittens think the smell
is heaven sent.
A salmon hat is a cultural fad displayed by orcas, where they wear dead salmon upon their heads. It was first observed in 1987 with southern resident orcas and was a relatively short-lived phenomenon. In 2024, the behaviour was observed again with orcas in Puget Sound. The motivations for salmon hats are unclear, but other orcas will mimic the behaviour once it begins. One hypothesis is that orcas wear salmon hats to display high food availability, or that the same individuals that originally started the trend revitalized it. It may also indicate playfulness. ~Wikipedia
Quantum Acts of Kindness
By Mark D. Stucky
Our universe collectively consists of tiny acts,
as innumerable particles
in indeterminate positions
fluctuate randomly.
Einstein thought there must be order and meaning,
a Theory of Everything,
behind the seeming chaos in the quantum realm,
a vast realm of subatomic scale
that forms the fabric of the cosmos.
Our social fabric also
consists of tiny acts,
acts of love and kindness.
A mother nurses her newborn,
a nurse holds the hand of a dying patient,
and all small acts of loving kindness in between
weave together the random events in our lives.
A quantum Theory of Everything eluded Einstein.
But an acts-of-kindness Theory of Everything for each of us is:
Love God with all your heart and soul and strength and mind.
Love people of all religions, races, genders, and other identities.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
Love your enemies.
Kindness theory is easy.
Practice is hard.
But acts of not-so-random kindness
construct and change our world.
(First published in Small Town Anthology VII: Entries from the Seventh Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2021, p. 49. See also my other “quantum” poems.)
(Image by geralt on Pixabay.)
ANTIQITIES
transform
the
space
responding
to
mysterious
imagination
&
cultural
treasures
in
dispersed
artefacts
inscribed
example
or written
text
gleaned
or shaped
by mystery
of the
once
discarded
elusive
significance
gone
sustainable
organic
lyrical
shades of
yesteryear
works in progress
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Life is not always easy and it really depends on where you live,
I cannot speak of life in other countries because I only know Canada;
Canada is a nation of immigrants and all cultural differences we embrace,
Everyone can get an education, even a girl, we are unstoppable, never give up.
Every day there is horrible news on the television and the radio,
Torture, bombing, killing, fighting, and even natural horrific disasters;
Like hurricanes, tornados, flooding, earthquakes, mudslides, all faraway,
In Canada these things rarely happen, but we did have a terrorist attack last year.
Life in Canada is full of opportunity; you can be your very best,
Enjoy the little things and the big things without any fear or abuse;
Speak your mind, even make a powerful speech, we encourage freedom,
Explore our vast wilderness and go anywhere that you want, there are no limits.
We Canadians truly embrace our flag; you will see it every where,
The terrible things we see around the world really break our hearts;
We are the peacekeepers; so just let go of the past because life will go on,
Come to Canada and let go of fear, never give up and embrace our beautiful flag.
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October 29, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Life According to _____, sponsor, Silent One
First Place
The sun receded quietly on a relaxing siesta, as
Calm clouds of the mid-afternoon smiled henced,
The beat of the drums provideth dancing rhythm
As she moved in pure elegance with harmony, to
A style of danced buoyantly bouncing in melody.
Crafted beadworks accented her warmth charm,
Under her delicately brown-jeweled moccasins
The grass provideth such a natural cushion,
As Angular unique flexings of her gentle knees
Resonated like an eagle’s stealthy landing
Quietly in its nests with an eye on a nice prize.
She tingled as the sound of bells jingled
Sending pure melodic rhythm to ears—many!
Whilst she turned in an elegantly slow motion
Fringes from her shawl swayed air of warmth.
The balls of her feet moved in slight degrees as
Her heels touched Mother Earth softly in harmony,
She smiled as the judges watched intently. Like
A graceful dove she floated with precision—uniquely!
Her buckskin regalia trimmings—so singed softly!
As she danced in the sunset evening's twilight;
She created an energetic circle of life’s fire
Yet, never raised her ceremonial feathered fan,
Whilst in clear focus emerged from the dance
Regal styles of proud cultural Native heritage
A contrastingly exquisite fine female figure
Arousing sights in the soft evening’s twilight,
Dispelling the uncertainly to even look twice,
Elegantly noble and much marvelously nice:
She was naturally—First Woman!
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Written During Oneida Nation Annual 2010
Independence Weekend Pow-wow Celebration
Host Drummers – Bear Creek
Oneida, Wisconsin, Bordering Green Bay
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Won Honorable Mentioned Prize
Images Contest
Sponsored by Frank Herrera
7/15/10
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Animistic
animated health
designing intelligence,
dynamically changing
emerging PoliCulture's wealth
Is rooted in economic
and political experiential consciousness
derived from,
and arriving for,
integral EarthTribe's
bihemispheric balancing win to win patterns
tipping forward progressive
democratically yintegral,
not so much autocratic yanged out,
healthy process
Defining/refining
both/and equivocating perceptions
of empowering/enlightening health risks
reconnecting/re-ligioning
secular/sacred EarthWealth,
indigenous wu-wei
Me/We nondualistic
nature/spirit
ego/ecosystemic ladder Poles
Transporting pokey
prickly powering spokes
to flow-hubbed nirvana
holonic ecofeminist Wholes
playing resilient win/win
inventive pro-life-ic EarthJust games
Robusty operas,
gracefilling choreography,
multicultural sexuality of good-sense humor
naturally indigenous ego systems
emerging from deep learning wisdom
Spiritual EarthMother
warm wombed centers
forward feeling
more than conserving backward
win/lose constipating touch
ZeroSum repetitive competitive
PatriCapitalist overpowering
Earth's Great Turning Communion,
poli-cultural
meta-phonic
Me-We wu-wei
healthing EarthClimate
restoring, not cancelling,
cultural wealth
Of polypathic
polymathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polynomial
win/win polycultural patterns
Redesigning health
resiliently cultured
intelligent climate wealth
Animistic yintegrity
animated Yang spoke
pregnantly changing holonic hubs
emerging MeWe Woke.
She was half listening
to a Tibetan male philosopher.
He spoke in timeless wise prose
impressed
by suppressed
Western natural theories of mind.
She heard repressed
Western timely spiritual experiences
of sensual sensory bodies.
He sang lyrically
of cultural vocations
perpetually turned toward enlightenment.
She spoke rationally
of permacultural designs
systemically perpetuating
healthy democratic empowerment.
He thought about natural
multicultural mindfulness
as time's seamless spatial integrity.
She felt sublime
within polycultural
spiritual embodiment
of Earth's revolving
co-passionate
nutritional
nurturing synergy.
He was half speaking
to a Western ecofeminist theologian.
Written: August 29, 2023
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In a world of normal minds, they say,
As thoughts are bound in an adducible way,
A crucial realm of wisdom, often quoted,
Resides in books, yet remains unnoted.
What matters to those commonsensical souls?
Who dread leaving their safe zones of control,
Who adheres to the standard despite harm,
A parody of crucial concepts is not a psalm.
Where imagination thrives,
Ordinary minds bear daring dives,
There lies the beauty of being unconfined,
To the limits of what's deemed normal, defined.
For in the realm of crucial views to foresee,
There is none here that is subject to a decree,
No restrictions on what can be said or done,
No evaluation; no need to comply or stun.
Here, vital ideas turn into comedy,
A playful dance of ideas and absurdity,
Where seriousness waxes a giggling matter,
And the mundane transforms into laughter.
So let us stray from the path well-trodden,
Embrace the unconventional and broaden
Our horizons beyond the ordinary,
In the wit of key views, clarity is a corollary.
All the people of the world today
Recognizes Christmas on !0-1-24.
Spoke the salemens. he made know reference
to Santa Claus. Nino Jesus is
our refuge on him we rely.
The grown people of our world
clean chammies, to
prepare for winter.
We harvest and store to
make it through the seasons.
Christmas restores our faith in one another.
Thast during the harness of the season
we have time to stop and prepare for gift giving
and giving thanks to one another
for being human.Oratorio: Music to include us all
the sounds of Christmas! The full worship of Jesus
expressed through the love of God.Cantata, solo
and chorus, rehested to perfect the sound. Seasonal Carols
and Cultural hymns. Some which change throught
out the ages, to include those who had been excluded
in the worship of Jesus.
(“Original Sin”, 2016, original pen and ink, acrylic and oil)
Buddhists don’t talk of original sin
The way Christians do,
But they both talk about the same thing;
That in the beginning there was light
And the Word, and the missing of the mark.
For Buddhists this “sin” is basic ignorance,
The ignoring of who and what we are.
For Buddhists experience is divided
Into two basic categories;
Enlightened, or Nirvana, and
Deluded, or Samsara.
Nirvana is peace.
Samsara is suffering.
The experience of each are thus polar opposites,
But the simple original sin,
The fundamental deviance,
Is that Samsara arose from the desire
To improve Nirvana, our original nature.
So Samsara is Nirvana plus desire,
The desire to personalize it,
Put our mark of identity on what was
Already always perfect.
To extend the cross cultural metaphor
You could say we wanted to give it
The mark of the beast.
And that’s how we lost the light.
(8/16/26)