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At some point in our lives,
We all are deemed collateral damage,
And the best we can do,
Is thank God we live in a democracy,
Where our situation does not have to be fatal.
At some point in our lives,
Things will get worse before they get better.
At some point in our lives pain will seem unbearable,
Until we notice others in even more pain,
And feel the urge to forget our pain,
And offer a helping hand.
At some point in our lives,
We will Fall down a rabbit hole,
And need help to get out.
At some point in our lives,
We will hide from reality,
But we can't hide from the tax man.
At some point in our lives,
We will have to rely on
The goodwill of strangers.
Earth's health
is robust eco-democratic wealth,
I said
repeatedly
to the growing,
maturing Democracy Works advocate.
The occupying Advocate responds,
Resonant democratic resilience
is an economic
and political climate
of healthiest wealth,
like Mom
and her ApplePie economy
and vanilla chocolate brown Cake
not yet eaten
into total
lifeless
oblivion.
I stop repeating myself,
to listen better,
more democratically
investing smarter.
I'm still eco-politically listening
with growing hope
for 20/20 sensing,
noticing green new deal inclusive celebrations,
planning together,
budgeting cooperative
GoFundMe political parties,
multicultural liturgies,
songs with ego/eco-motions,
cooperative Fullerian Zeroistic ownership,
integral bicameral ego/eco-political co-investment
In warm
co-passionate
non-violent listening
speaking
acting
playing for and with win/win
globally patriotic
positive energy
democracy intention,
Earth's robust compassionate opportunities
To recall internal/external healthy
green and blue and red climates
of/for
resilient democratic wealth
In global cultures
out local climates
and not not in-between
non-violent
co-passioned mediations.
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
God’s human-like doves,
Are colored and colorless:
His gift of women:
With Mary, mother of Jesus,
God sanctified womanhood,
Glorifying all women with amazing
Grace and divine supreme love;
Thus, as with our people’s story,
We should honor and respect women
Every day, week, month, and year:-
Indeed, where would we be
Without God’s gift of women to us
In the blessed life He has given us?
Know this, without women,
The world we desire can never be;
For without desired women we wouldn’t be:-
Let us get to ensuring women’s equanimity;
Without women, there’s no future for you and me:-
Thus, for women, suffering inequality, much like us,
We must also fight for them, in our giving injustice its exodus!
Indeed, let us be inclusive in our fight for equality,
In a sound, great nation, living the practice of democracy:-
Trump should be defeated with truth and democracy
Not with weapons and zealous filled idiocy
Crooks, a young terrorist and short-sighted halfwit
Who sealed Fredonia’s fate and everyone who lives in it
Yalda’s fate that gods, angels, and men can’t outwit
Soon the shouts of people will make the land quake and split
Even if Crooks succeeded in his aim and made it
It would have made Trump into a martyr and spectre
Who even without that gold bold eagle sceptre
Would have his cold presence cover all of Fredonia
And make Fredonia burst into red and blue fire
And another man possessed by the phantom of zeal
Would arise from the ashes and makes Trump’s will real
May, June, July, new Presidents and Prime
Ministers elected world-wide,
Politicians, crossing the floor, patronizing
The other side,
Finally striving for what we all hope,
Peace and unity,
But the yellow canary haired man has for
Years acted with impunity.
Could a Utopia exist in these
Chaotic times.
Kamala is hot on his heels for in two months
All will be said and done,
Will democracy hear the bells chime,
As the poll numbers rise which would
Be first prize,
As Humpty Dumpty loses his
Landslide win,
And Democracy walks away with
A grin,
As the aged wann-a-be President’s
Predictions wear thin.
OR
Will this man actually come to pass,
Destiny is in the making,
Winner takes and will have a worldwide
Platform for the taking,
The East it seems have with him
Become somewhat chummy,
Quite a risk don’t you think, but all will
Soon be revealed honey.
India is a country of diversities
People are accustomed to adversities
Inhabited by a pluralistic population
That still survives as a nation
The landscape contains mountains and rivers
The high peaks of Himalayas give climbers shivers
Rivers flow past forests with rich fauna and flora
The majestic tiger makes visitors awed by its aura
Spoken languages differ from one state to another
But the soil is considered sacred, like a mother
Customs and habits are different, too
Depending on where one was born and grew
Religious festivals are held all round the year
Devotees flock to temples from far and near
Priests commemorate numerous deities
Practice rituals ordained by religious societies
Clothes are worn with various hues and styles
People exchange greetings with hugs and smiles
At the congregation of different religious orders
There are many guests from across the borders
The form of government is parliamentary democracy
Numerous political parties ensure there is no autocracy
Months before elections, the political weather is hot
Battle of abuses, lies begin, each giving the best shot
Elections are held periodically to fill the seats
Winning party forms the government, celebrates with treats
Before election, sobriety dies as each party gives a clarion call
The verbal fight continues often ending in a brawl
This country was inhabited by great sages in the past
Who preached tolerance among all religions and caste
Common people love the prevalence of peace everywhere
Greedy politicians plant discord to enhance their share
End
My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful,
the complications of ageing humorously but not how to avoid
injury.
Permanent injury is a now popular cliché. At this age any injury
could result in pneumonia, pain in bitterness for your peers,
your jury.
What a headache I have! And never forget injury provokes
at best only pity. Friends are merely friendly, they belong to the
majority.
They forget your name and so should you, who are you? Even you
don't know for sure. In relation to community, no change was noted in
the
registry.
Still, man's mercy, economy's ecology, there's some joy in being small,
some joy in staying strong, and keeping death before you without
perjury.
Unsafe to run the wind. A big stick might hit your head. Then
the hip and heart and head will hurt, all three. Un-
fortunately.
I like a strong wind. Dangerous to go out in. As a fire or flood.
I like the way we are at risk, not a risk-averse weasel. A carnivore,
very hungry.
Pay money, take chances. Yo's an elegant contraction of you.
Cool. Message from street to board: mongrels rule. Democracy or
tyranny.
Scared to die? Why? Take appropriate measures, descend through
meditation. Be empty, rest. And to your friends and sons be as
gravity.
Tired of death. It's what it is. Let's play sports, have sex, kayak
to the huckleberries, fish for marvelous fish, live a wonderful life, give
generously.
Done blowing, O wild wind? Not yet? So be it. I lay my head
in your felt hands. The motion of the branches, evolutionary branches,
are my
guarantee.
That's all folks, 7:30. The sky is clear, the crows are out. The clouds
are with my mood commensurate. I should shout, having lived
prodigiously.
Romanus country
Romania to us
Iron curtain frontier
Dismantled by fuss
Like us all invaded
But by Goths and the Huns
Typical past history
Populations on the run
The Ottoman Empire, absorbed their souls
A free Romania the ultimate goal
Modern Romania has had its fears
The first world war
In neutrality gear
But by 1916, they released their fear
Allies they joined
As they sung the same song
Austria-Hungary they fought
To get rid of the wrong
In the second world war
Under Stalinist pressure
To remain neutral
Avenues of different measures
The Axis they joined
Once again with the Hun
With Italy and Japan
Their armies over run
Second world war over, but left with a horrific scar
Another country that went to far
Their part in the holókauston
A non defend-able time
The Antonescu regime
Crossed the line
Antonescu's approval for the removal of Jews
To concentration camps, quite horrific news
Eichmann and Richter, confirm the above
Jewish families on their final shove
The most recent chapter, in this ancient place
Nicolae Ceausescu, the people he would face
With the recent demise of the Berlin wall
This dictator so horrid, would also fall
A two hour trial on television
Would see him sentenced to his execution
Taken outside, him and his wife
For treason and genocide, they were shot on sight
Romania to date
A democracy
No longer Iron Curtain
A country now free
" In dedication to the Romanian Poets on Poetry Soup "
NonViolent messiahs
and bodhisattvas
are not born to scorn
or demonize
or even demote
or excommunicate
win/lose competition games
like capitalism
and patriarchalism
and systemic racism
and sexism
and totalitarianism
and fundamentalism
and dogmatism
All politically privileged
undemocratic
sometimes self-righteously punishing
authoritarian parenting shame
and teaching individualistic blame
and governing with rod and staff
and cannon and nuclear ballistics
Making ZeroSum Win to Lose
evolutionary assumptions
about a dog eat dissociated
dehumanized dog world
filled with personal
and political,
local
and global,
cognitive/affective bicameral dissent
monoculturing leftbrain dominant
lack of co-invested passion
for win/win
resilient healthy and safest resolutions
Angelizing
re-connecting
re-weaving
ego/eco-therapeutic
bicameral co-arising
compassionately communicating
win/win cooperative co-investments
democracy transgeneratively empowering
integral systemic healing
with NonZero Zone positive
health/wealth anticipations
Mediating
revolutionary 20/20
multi-sensory revisioning
Right Yintegral/Left Yang co-empowering
eco-politically enlightening
bicamerally intelligent
health resilient
win/win systemic wealth
restoring
re-ligioning EarthJustice/Peace
regenerative
preventatively resilient
brilliant consciousness
of YangPower
co-passioning YintegraLight
Angelizing
positive compassions
in-between Heaven's ancient spiritual light
and Earth's natural co-passioned powers.