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Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy
Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly severely uprooted, me
knowledge of ancestry
truncated, denuded..., bereft
any extended offshoots you see,
thus without doubt earned a priori
gene nee us award for peopling bee
silly decorative swallowtail and
wild asparagus coat of arms motif,
but particularly her artistry
paternal branch Harris and
maternal Russian limb named Kuritsky,
yet now unwittingly feel stumped
I ruminate, speculate, tabulate..., re:
garding one or more descendent did trumpet
objectionable bent with bias, decadent,
flagrant... haughty jarring averse trait
invariably patriarchal heir arch key
impossible impossible to hold figurative tongue
and rebuke stereotypical tendency
resigning, excluding, kraaling..., privileges
to any persons except Caucasian wealth thee
males, who fathered established, commandeered...
western civilization paradigm, I smart
with displeasure at gross injustice curtailed free
choice to acquire unshackled life, liberty,
and pursuit amidst avast booming population,
whose supposed inalienable rights blithely
usurped and denigrated creed, ethnicity,
and indisputably those with frizzy
hair still evident this late date two thousand
nineteen, I decry, grieve, lament,... particular lee
how women haint got no choice - chattel
to grand poobahs - to terminate pregnant sea
really irksome, when predicted on incest, rape
non viable offspring...violation this
garden variety poetaster recoils with knee
jerk loathsome, how young females jailed
if they undergo abortion
(with unwanted, unloved, unborn..., bay bee
thru no fault in their own stars),
punishment nasty, brutal and abhorrent
essentially enslaving the gentler sex lee
ving terror and horror, when peering into mirror
ogre looming ready to strangle gal lest she
obey mandate else...
Is it rather simply a case of me
myself being at fault
Should I not look ever deeper delve
far more inward
Into my own soul at what actually
makes me tick
Approach my choices and ways
And means of processing my thoughts
And try other apposing different methods
Before I come to a conclusion
Well yes of course I should
That goes without question or saying
But that inevitably will only end up
concluding with me
Being denigrated cast out abandoned
and banished
If I do not want nor am able to willing
wish or choose to side
With the many even if I believe in what
they are doing is wrong
Enough in order to remain
Than retain and give up a part of my soul
I RAISE THIS GLASS
To the sparkle of your skin,
To the reflections of your diamond,
To the span of your life,
To the stride of your gait,
To the depth of your bosom,
To the glow of your skin,
I raise this glass.
To the life that your kindness had healed,
To the brokenness your soul had mended,
To the stare your beauty had slayed,
To the beautiful black angel of which you're made,
To the moments of the future you've saved,
To the happy life and fulfilment you craved,
I raise this glass.
To your special day; beautiful snowy December,
As beautiful as your black,
Whether celebrated, exploited, imitated or denigrated
Always rock your invisible crown.
The best of your life starts now.
This' a sweetener to a lovely sister not a teaser
Giving you a breather & rendering my appraisal.
I raise this glass.
Cheers!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2018
Enslaved by clocks time piece, degenerating cold
Hours on end, defined as denigrated, old and retired
On movements standing still, of slow motion hands going nowhere fast
I wait in pain for her, my lover, with empathy endured
On shores of emptiness with hope, a cure for our tomorrow
Anticipation ends, when she approaches happy on the path again
Glowing as she laughs to break the curse of times embrace
Free to be released together once again forever
Soft feathers hide beneath, in pillows on the bed in secret
My love returns to me
We begin to settle with the covers fold
Concealed by morning for our privacy
As we become the lovers that we can
Fill in the vacancy of stolen moments in an instance with a kiss
Haunting desolation replaced by tenderness
We fall complete into the pillows dream
Flowing over meadows lavender
Heathers slow motion caresses gentleness
Waves of beauty through the breezes flow
In gestures royal above calm heavens held in hand
To fall in love as once before, once again, once more
We hold each other tighter for the warmth
Somber love endures into tomorrow in due course
Spiritually, I FEEL highly favored and full of grace.
Emotionally, I FEEL calm, peaceful, and relaxed.
Financially, I FEEL fortunate and blessed.
Family-wise, I give love and FEEL loved.
Physically, and medically, I FEEL great.
I am pain-free and have no headaches.
Politically, I FEEL a deep concern.
I FEEL America's future is in jeopardy.
I FEEL that its foundation and its principles
are being compromised and denigrated.
I FEEL that prayer and righteousness are
The only hope for America and the world.
Moreover, in spite of all the well-meaning
Doomsday prophets, I FEEL that something very
Good and righteous is about to happen. In spite
Of dark clouds, stormy winds, and high tides,
I FEEL no room in my heart for negativity.
I FEEL lots of room in my heart for positivity.
But more important than what I FEEL is what I
Read and believe in the Holy Scriptures.
Everything I believe and read in the Holy
Scriptures; Everything I put my trust in and
Hope for; My belief, my trust, and my hope in
The Holy Scriptures of God. From this mighty
Source, I receive whispers of peace in my heart,
Telling me that God is good and that He has great
Plans for me and the kingdom that He's building.
I tell you, faith in God makes me FEEL mighty fine.
012023PSCtest, How Do You Feel. Mystic Rose Rose
On the banks of river folks gathered solemnly
Where in repose lay the body of his father;
Dry dead-wood was stacked in layers they built,
Fire was crackling, burning, heads were bowing,
Memorializing deeds in voices of the elders--
That is how cremation was done in his village.
He recalls now how they walked river’s edge
Where wildflowers bloomed, animals grazed
As farmers tilled rice fields in dawn’s silence,
Much as his father did until he died that day.
Frozen he stood there, thousand burns unseen,
Inflamed in veins as he looked to his mother
Gasping for words choking youthful innocence
As tearfully they hugged fearful of the burden
Bewildering his mother into stilled unknown.
Look at him, for a glimpse of child-subjugated
Who parted in hopes of altering course of fate,
Grateful to those who made room for his stay,
In a city where wealth was sign of intelligence,
Poverty denigrated~ tantamount to ignorance,
And class defined by the ancestry of bigoted;
There he found shelter, offered only as a loan,
Love not included in covenant of sustenance,
And mighty price required to learn existence:
Humiliated endurance, humbled-subservience…
That even in freedom-won, never sets one free,
Suffocating still in those embers carbon-fumed,
Life robbed of childhood throttling pitied tears,
Adulthood festering wounds of acrid memories
Spurned by summers and dejected by autumns,
Parching his life’s springs, stunting his seasons,
Caging his heart where his father’s ashes burn.
March 14, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1096
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Festering Wound
She is a sop to insanity, a foreign minister that sounds off like a gong.' With such alien love
She is imbued, of all things strange.' And imported shoes..' all the time she's been around, we've watched living Aussies driven into the ground' hope assailed and
Men denigrated, women disenfranchised
My nerves; are by now raw grated, i've known cross-eyed mongrels, with a better view; of
Aussie values, ya-know? just things true blue..Like safe streets. And parks' like beaches and lakes, instead its
The chop-suey
Only; menu..Or an empty plate, I'll swear she trading noodles, for spaghetti sticks
As albo, creams of millions..
Its sick sick sick.' And things really won't
get better.' All the time this
Wong one, keeps.' Sending off; all
those loaded red letters.'
I am content to walk alone,
but to walk in company with others
adds vigor and passion to the journey.
Rumi
Good Taoists,
although I am not sure I actually know any,
refine their inclusively subordinate clauses,
and sentences,
and contracts,
and lives
Define eternally and mutually satisfactory gratitude,
anthrosupremely alone
LeftBrain dominantly apart
We camouflage EarthTribe's cooperative ecological praxis
producing win/win healthy outcomes
consistent with multicultural peak experience research
within human natural systems
Analogically synthesizing sacred principles of Earth's nature,
Her natural flow and spirited functions
Her decay and lifeless dysfunction;
like post-millennial PermaCulturalists.
But, Western Monotheistic Cultures
prefer more compassionate vigor in our strut
through this divinely manifest live-system
we inherited from Indigenous Elders past,
comparatively short-sighted
about EarthMother's healthy global future.
All newborns are experiential researchers of balance,
symmetry,
flow and rhythm,
form and beauty,
capacity and lack thereof,
time's sufficiency and spatial synergy,
and lack thereof.
Human children also evolve as recreative muses
of color, shape, paradigms, stories,
rhythms of patterned confluence,
and denigrated dissonance.
We can,
Taoist or not,
child or not,
use dissonance to show us our way
toward appositional confluence.
We are each compelled to survive,
and sometimes togathering thrive,
in this Tao way,
within double-boundaries of systemic spacetime trauma
and therapeutic imagination,
rooted in regenetic memory.
Imaginations grow intuitively fueled,
empathic powered,
passioned,
vigorous,
with polysystemic comprehension of Prime Relationship
P-Yang=NP-YinYin,
binomial win/win thermodynamic balance,
as +1 = -(-0)
co-binary eco-empathic.
Cooperative economic polycultural balance,
exploring inclusive oppositional subsidiarity
to optimize EarthDay's slow-growth atmosphere
as one EarthTribe Community,
both compassionate,
and, hopefully, still content
with being less lonely
hiding behind all our LeftBrain dominant
verbal camouflage.
In the twilight of thought, where shadows of reason linger,
I find myself floating in an ocean of consciousness,
A man, a whisper against the turbulent waves of culture,
Each wave a metaphor, each ripple a memory of forgotten understandings.
Culture, they say, is a tapestry woven from the threads of individuals,
Each unique response to nature, a stitch in the grand design,
Yet, here we stand, eight billion souls, each desperate for a spotlight,
A grotesque dance of egos, hungry for the nectar of recognition,
Endlessly fighting to be seen, to be heard, in some extraordinary way,
Separate from the collective, yet somehow deeper.
But isn't culture the echo of individual voices harmonized by time?
A symphony born from the whispers of countless souls,
Each note a response to the world, a reflection of place and spirit,
And yet, now, the melody is fractured, a cacophony of dissonance,
As we abandon the chorus for the solo, the community for the individual.
In this melancholic reverie, I see the grotesque unfolding,
A society sickened by its own desire for distinction,
Where the celebration of culture is overshadowed by the pursuit of uniqueness,
Where the importance of the collective is denigrated to the point of despair.
Oh, how we need to find our way back to the dance of unity,
To celebrate the culture that shapes us, the heritage that defines us,
For in the embrace of the collective, we find our true self,
Not in the futile quest to be different, but in the harmonious blend of many.
There is no health in being well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society,
A society that has forgotten the beauty of its own tapestry,
Lost in the obsession with the individual thread,
And yet, in this flow of consciousness, I see a path,
A way to weave ourselves back into the fabric of humanity,
To stray from the norm, to challenge the grotesque,
And thus, to find a leap towards a brighter, more united future.
In this twilight of thought, let us find the dawn,
Where the shadows of reason yield to the light of unity,
And the ocean of consciousness becomes a river of collective spirit,
Flowing towards a horizon of hope, where culture and individual
Are not in conflict, but beautifully intertwined,
A testament to the magic of our shared existence.
Imprisoned
They robbed me of time,
controlled me by their lenses
censored my opinions
took my rights away
mere men speculating
ignorant kings from central casting
spoke for simpleton from the Labs
convincing me of “Experimental” concoction
for which i must not sue.
They Robbed me of time,
shamming me for my choice
Taunting me with divisive tags
unvaxx unfit to live
They shut me in like a prisoner
Because i chose freedom
deny my right to move and travel
to gain control of my body
These experiment has failed
Yet they do not care,
Pharmaceutical toying with life
and Ignorant Dictators colluding
These Fascist
rode on our collective serendipity
Turned dictators
barring us like a plaque
discriminated
restricted
Denied
Abused
deprived
Banned
denigrated
Shamed
Coerced
Because i chose freedom