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With thanks to the Environmental Defense Fund,
Advice from ecosystemic pantheists
PENGUIN:
Dive into life;
Avoid undiving into dying, stagnating in reverse-time ruminations.
Appreciate regenerative daydreams;
Depreciate decomposing nightmares.
Take long intuitive wilderness walks
away from short deductive domesticated pathways.
Stand together;
Avoid falling apart.
Go extra cooperative miles
rather than staying stuck
in competing monocultural piles
of divestment away from
polycultural health.
Keep your cool;
Sweep your warm incarnation stretch
into excarnational meanings,
hot co-arising vocations.
GLACIER:
Carve your own path
opening to bipartisan polypaths.
Go eco-slow
by stopping ego-too-fast.
Channel your strengths
with ecosystemic decomposition
of dissonant weaknesses.
Smooth the way for others
by struggling with your own anthro-supremacist addictions.
Keep moving rationally forward
which is not irrationally backward.
Avoid meltdowns,
Embrace freeze up frames
of dipolar co-arising balance.
Be cool, trusting,
by becoming empathically warmer.
SEA TURTLE:
Swim with the current;
Fly with bilateral enlightenment.
Be a good navigator;
Become a self-as-other optimizing listener,
follower of Earth's nutrition.
Stay calm under pressure,
Grow resonance with wu wei midway
slower resilient revolutions.
Be well traveled, outbound,
to become less homebound,
paranoic inbred.
Think long term;
Feel short-term compassion.
Age gracefully;
re-ligiously childlike.
Spend time at the beach,
invest space in one surfing ocean
of nurturing dreams.
POLAR BEAR:
Live large;
anthro-die down toward (0) Earthcentric.
Be thick-skinned;
Become transparently inter-religious.
Sniff out opportunities;
taste internal crisis, risk.
Learn some good icebreakers;
Unlearn some mad meltdowns.
Be fearless;
Become peace co-empathic messiahs.
Keep it cool,
not so much climatic warming
of melting EarthTribe landscapes.
Yo poets, preachers, and prophets,
Here this game, cause there are two prophets,
That inspire me, to keep raging against machines of injustice,
One white, one black, one academic, the other spits music,
Two preachers, two prophets of corporate imagination,
Wyclef Jean, takin’ grunge gurus, hindu songbirds, Christian taggas, and
muslim daggas,
Ragin’ war on hatred, one world, one groove, soothin’ with psalms, I mean
balms of righteous guidance,
And then there’s timothy, like biblical prophecy, he’s a young monster of
academic precision,
And on the side, he writes rhymes in secret,
And though kind of agnostic, he walks with God, cause he trusts the universe,
To help him write poems and papers,
But yo, suffering found him, in the boat, he hit the storm,
Dark forms of stress, they came to test him,
But he never lost faith, like job, he drove to daydreams of new beginnings,
Cause yo, tenure don’t define us, and neither does ASQ,
We few, who see more, can take business to new levels,
Through honest inquiry, regarding questions of justice, yo hear me bust this,
He is unstoppable, and if he simply holds on,
Like Wyclef Jean and the fugees, like Carnival Volume II,
He’ll create a symphony, that defines a hold new way of seeing,
Yo I’m seathing, believin’ in his power,
This young timothy, let no one despise his youth,
He spits truth,
And soon, he’ll hit breakthrough,
Publishin’ books, papers, and straight new frameworks,
He’ll show us how the game works,
Cause though perhaps agnostic, my God is with him, like Yoda and skywalker,
He’s gonna convert vada, through the wisdom of the Savior,
Yo avatars, coming up and going down, I’m glad I found a scholar,
Who’s got the groove, to loose his mind to find God’s rhythmic answers,
To cancers of the soul and body too,
Yo hold on, cause two poets, one black, one white,
About to take flight, and that’s real!
What looked above like solid ground
was chosen as a building site.
A sinkhole brought the building down
It fell as one decayed by blight.
Likewise, in life, sinkholes appear
and wreck the plans that we have laid
destroying that which we hold dear
and causing our daydreams to fade.
It could be news about a spouse
caught in a secret love affair
that does love’s flaming fire dowse
and proves to be your future’s snare.
A disease found in routine tests
that threatens life with certain death
and sows distress within your breast
fostering fear with every breath.
The wealth lost when the market crashed
turning stock gains to stinging pain
life’s hope of ease, suddenly dashed
the victim of a sinkhole vein.
A career-ending firing
shaking the lifestyle you have built,
When Wall Street is not hiring,
This sinkhole makes your good life tilt.
Life’s sinkholes suddenly appear
with no rhyme and without reason
So, be prepared, keep your mind clear
prepped to live in every season.
To survive life’s scary sinkholes
you must build on solid bedrock.
Choose Jesus Christ, the only sure link
In the sinkhole He’ll be your rock.
MY FIVE SENSES
In my fifties I disavow the taste
but back in elementary school
the image would drift into daydreams —
pork kidneys with savory gravy
went well with the pucker of dills.
The fleabag oil of dog fur,
the weighted polish on nails,
and the brush of bangs on my forehead —
equally threatening.
Honeysuckle to a virgin’s pulse points,
like the aroma of heaven. Lavender seeds
sewn into a sachet. A long sniff,
the bag pressed to the tip of my nose.
My patrons walk into the library, eyes wandering,
lips gripped tight in thought, but with a proper hello
the curvature of their lips in upswing, eyes meet mine
and for a scintilla of time our hearts touch. Likewise —
the smiling eyes of children virtually untouched by experience.
Background sound unsettling, loud sounds deafening,
chomping, chewing — I run! Yet the good conversation
of friends at the table, at work, on vacation — I hug.
My five senses not always sensible, surely sensitive,
and poetic fodder — even in the negative sense.
7/25/2018
My Five Senses
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
My dearest orchid
Eastern flower of divine beauty
You whisper my name raising the spirit high
Jasmine sweetly kissing air
In one breath of your aroma
drifting thoughts sail over the moon
Wrapped in your passion calling me yours
No matter what may come our way
you own this heart skipping beat
Dreaming in your starlight
Touched by the dew teardrops of night
Destiny leaves footprints
Purity of truths heart
Sweet miracle of love
I know there is an angel watching over us
Daydreams walking into the clouds
Hold eve to the late kiss
This soulful sanctuary sings enchanting heartbeats
Embracing this Heavenly dream
Discovering a newborn Kingdom
always drying your tears reborn beautiful beams
unrhymed tercets
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
There are altered realities
inside hearts that just want to dream
and I can't blame them nor fault them
since their escapist deflections
are only a result of a topsy-turvy world
gone mad;
Light your imaginary wick and join
the fable world of the beings of delusion
opt for a daydream or two
These are challenging times
and sometimes it can get too much
Go ahead and pluck another plum from your
fantasy tree.
Join our repertoire of fantastical daydreams
it's hard living in a stark world of mainstream events,
come inside our world of make believe
it will bring you great reprieve.
November 21 2022
As I glance at the steadfast stars aloft
in a somber black mood, ship's
sails billow across celestial waves.
My smile died with memories
not wiped away, 'twas my choice.
How many times a day did I
watch your beautiful face in my daydreams.
Your face could launch a thousand ships.
As hard as it's going to be,
I'm willing to let you go
so you can go on with your life.
You're going to be happy;
that's all that matters.
The very thought of it
is like a knife in my heart
twisting and turning
each time I imagine
someone else has taken you.
I allowed myself to get close to you;
I'm willing to love you from afar.
6/5/2018
Poetry Contest: Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme'
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
An empty chair sits beneath an old oak tree,
sitting with the memories of pixies
dancing in the yard;
children playing tag or catch
under the watchful eye
of a gnome now turned to stone
and resting in the nearby grass.
In the tree above
lie years of visions and notions,
angels climbing among the branches,
higher and higher
until they leapt with joy
and flew away on a smile of the wind.
The lawn parties and picnics
through the years left glimpses
of brownies peeping,
though none could hear
the ancient, whispered wisdom
that came with open eyes and daydreams.
Today there is only an empty chair,
abandoned by the siren song of imagination,
the days when we were young
and anything was possible.
This Druid is a spirit's abundance of forest and inner heart,
A radiant ray of simple Sun's splendor,
Dressed in green groves of folklore,
Stitched in tree tones forevermore.
He wears leaves of distinction, purple-tinted,
Ruby red, and emerald green.
He roams the woodlands in a hazy maze
That falls through his morning gaze.
Striking eyes where the tree's bark belongs,
Enhancing the acorn with balmy brown gleam.
Winding roads turn through his daydreams.
The Green Man dances readily,
Adorned with spirals for centuries,
Giving journeymen paths to fae lights,
Readily twisting around flowers, foliage, and sprites,
Stretched in sacred homage.
Breathe in the breeze
Merry dancer amongst the trees
By ancient myth and tales decreed
By birthright and splendor
Wanderering Sage amongst grounded Sage roots
And soaring stars galore.
When I miss you
I close my eyes you are there
You are never far from my thoughts
And always in my prayers
When it's late I dream about you
And sometimes my phone will ring
But before I even look at it
I have a grin, I know it's you its our thing
I am in love with you darling
I long to be with you even for a walk
And so I take many imaginary journeys
with you in my dreams and daydreams
And its hand in hand with you, bumping shoulders we stalk
That I have envisioned doing many things
A kiss in front of the fire
Making love under the stars
The sunset view of the pacific
Or wrestling heart to heart
I miss you daily
I love you so
So don't forget that
don't ever let go
We belong to each other - Artimus Susan speaking to Alan 10/14/2023
(C) Susan Manley