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Oh! That Dear Old Bugbear
That nasty old Hobgoblin of English 16th century
lore replete with its ugly, mischievous behavior.
At once, frightful and always exciting one’s fears,
whilst creating a true sense of dread and macabre.
Even for those who are dismissive of the Bugbear,
knoweth that this Hobgoblin’s existence is spectral.
As one sleeps so deeply in the darkness of the night,
Beware! This is when the Bugbear initiates its fright!
And so, when you hear a creaking of your bedroom
door at night, face your fear now, turn on that light!
And what you may see may be nothing at all . . . yet,
that Bugbear of dread might be lying under your bed!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 22, 2020 (Couplet)
Merely personal green salvation
is necessarily incomplete,
All by myself,
sure to face sinful defeat.
Yet universal climate redemption
cannot become sufficiently replete,
to help my heart feel
less ignorantly stuck on re-delete
For monocultural remediation
we historically
and culturally at least try
multicultural mediation,
nonviolent communication,
polypathic emancipation,
polyphonic optimization.
Personal comparisons
and interpersonal companions
and ego/eco-bilateral
environmental habitual passions
can be divisive
dismissive emancipations
Competing religiously dogmatic theory
and natural/spiritually felt experience
schizophrenically competing
bipolar dissonance
empowers secularizing
minimizing
separating
dividing
unnatural desecration
anti-religious negativity
supremacy
missionary zeal
evangelistic violently prophetic communications
of natural environment mortality
and sinful conspiracy theories
and other bipolar forms and fields
frames and functions and flows
of dissociative bad news.
And,
internal spiritual v natural external contrasts
can yet distinguish analogical resemblances
between nurture and nature
Complementarity of open holistic religious systems
can become complexly unitive,
integral
negentropically cooperative
Rightbrain polyphonically prominent
redeeming our children's healthy climate
through mutually cooperative
communicating positive wealth
of bicameral energy
Suggests leftbrain dominating
disempowering negativity
About rightbrain polypathically more prominent
actively working and playing for green redemption
of healthy bilateral positivity,
So,
Merely personal salvation
is necessarily incomplete,
All by my leftbrain dominant ego-self,
sure to face sinful defeat.
Yet open, whole Earth climate redemption
cannot become sufficiently bicameral replete,
to help my heart feel resonant,
less ignorantly stuck on sinful
short-term profits
unresilient
compassion re-delete,
permanent social-cultural distancing
experienced as eco-political apartheid defeat.
For pathological climate remediation
we historically
and culturally at least try
multicultural health mediation,
nonviolent communication,
polypathic emancipation,
polyphonic optimization
restoring green ecofeminist pacification.
When the mood is too heavy to wear, When emotions are salted and laid bare,Insecurity creeps on a whispering tread, An echo of shadows where courage once fled.
The slash of shame, a knife so sharp, Carves a wound in life’s fragile spark.Rejected dreams, a wing torn apart, Colors once bright now desert the heart.
Loneliness, unseen and unsought, it stalks, In aching silence, its chill always talks.It weighs like a shroud, heavy and stark, Thunderstorms rage, wild and unbowed in the dark.
But words, both fragile and mighty, ignite, Parting the darkness with shimmering light.The unspoken tremble beneath the fear, Yet hold the chains of bonds sincere.
When harsh words take root, their seeds grow, Vines of doubt climb where sunlight won’t go.Dismissive voices, cruel and unkind, Sink fragile dreams in a stormy mind.
Another face, invisible, yet still in the fray, Battles the unseen, struggles each passing day.So let words flow with care, with love, For silent battles, they’re mindful of.
Understanding is not always blind, Emotions weave threads, so tenderly aligned.In the maze of feelings, where hearts are bound, Solace in kindness is always found.
Some go to a shrink or psychiatrist and jabber,
I do this anywhere anytime,
I express, pen press and feel bliss for free,
open cus opinions mean nothing to me,
I guess people don't matter cus people flatten they don't flatter
when I was in the gutter
with gut dread rather
than believe and help relieve pain
they brand lies in my name
then complain everyone complains of false troubles the same,
so dismissive so disrespectful actually self centred and selfish
as two minutes later they feel
the need to talk of their exes exit months ago
you've already tried to help them through still here they go
though it's too much effort to listen to you,
they are like all eyes on me and nothing to give
so you refuse to talk as they did
and they get upset, can't believe it,
so you explain why would I talk about you
after you told me my problem's not true.
All this is a sideshow to my real problems
so I let it go and leave it, forgotten,
but they're aggrieved, think I'm unkind
and start telling everyone I lie
make up stories and this spreads like wildfire
from deadhead to deadhead
now I'm seen as a blagger
that will sit and blabber
and rather than decide in their own heads
for themselves they side like a shelve
while my situation is killing me inside
but if it's spoke of it's pre-believed as a lie
though they've no clue, losing my mind,
enjoying the bonding as a group ignorant to truth
what a hoof to the tooth, so I'm aloof
while they get used to this,
I'm unaware cus I've got a real fight with strife
that requires a focused mind and this is my downtime,
get stoned blank mind.
Real problems distract and impact me,
who can I turn too with no one true,
slowly I leave my friends life,
I go free
and after their laughter there's realisation
they can't figure out why, I'm just a changed one,
while I've so much on my mind
I forget the reason,
I forget their treason,
still my subconscious propelled me away
and only when my mind unravels years later
I realise why I didn't stay.
A lifetime of friendship was instantly corrupt,
rather than help me you said I make stuff up!!!
Neptune must have used as parchment
Mother-of-pearl to inscribe his laws
For he’d richly rewarded the oysters
With an oceanic spa.
So, while seeking calm through deliberation
And enjoying the mud bubbles of my bath
Who should I spy in the distance?
But Calamity trudging up the path.
His foot arched out proud and haughty
Like the neck of a noble steed
As he pulled his crustaceous carriage
At a break-neck snail speed.
The mud began to feel like mortar
As I stonily watched him draw near
That audacious, contemptuous clam
Made my heart cry out with fear.
He passed by slow and haughty
Like an imperious, dismissive sigh
But as my tension began to dissipate
He kicked a mudball at my eye.
I watched warily, his insolent passage
Until he was but a tiny speck of dirt
Knowing I'd formed another pearl of wisdom,
From that impetuous, narcissistic squirt.
He never complains about its
enormous , heavy weight.
His life is adorned with tolerance
and stoicism.
He bears it, filled with an
unrequited, unparalleled
love.
It is like a steadfast desert
never causes him to moan.
His fortitude like a rambling
rose is etched in his
tender heart.
Soul enfolds , the sun-drenched
vast sky.
He tolerates its patronizing,
dismissive ,reprehensible
attitude about him.
He hugs and cover it with kisses , without
any hesitation or doubt.
The aromatic ,perfumed Spring's
smile like the passing moonlight.
The terrified of dawn is never in
tears.
The wounded dove dances,
gazing at mountainous
bloody sea.
The breath of a blissful
rainbow is unruffled.
The astounding, overcast sky.
sings the lasting dream.
A rocky road of love is woven
into a meditative trance.
In the chaotic realm of sadness
is enshrined divine
happiness.
A glimmer of truth is enshrouded
by an unyielding snowstorm.
On the canvas of dreams,
dwelling a sunny optimism
painting in hues.
In the realm of words, residing
a powerful spell painting
a celestial delight.
I was a highwayman, a mercenary,
For my own moral fibre and future happiness,
But they interfaced me with religion and tradition,
Which offset my deep contentedness.
They had a different crux from me,
Which upset my balance and control,
Made me think that I was lost,
In a world with no death toll.
Pluralistic teachers and carers,
Make for broad minded, accepting kids,
Not dismissive scaremonger’s,
Of those with people values and bids.
God may be a concept in our society,
But he’s a people conjecture benign;
Your projection makes a difference,
Gives the outcast and deacon the sign.
School should not be certified,
By religion’s insipid breath and touch,
But should be monitored for the exclusion,
Of minorities with no god as such.
I Just Wanted
To Be Good.
It Just Seemed
Like The
Right Choice.
But, When
Identifying 'Good,'
I Noticed A:
Dismissive Pattern
Arose Like
Tapestry
Clock-Work
Keeping
Time...
Boxes With
Sides Undefined.
***
What Are Those
Boxes For, And
What Are They
Made Of, And
Why Are They
Shaped Like That?
I Eventually
Asked, Because:
I Am Totally
Out Of My Mind.
***
But Then, I Was
So Young, I
Definitely
Understood.
They Told Me, And
That's Good.
Plus Plus.
A Triple Plus.
It's Easy, Whatever!
***
So We Were Travelling
By Car, On A Road
Vacation, Travelling
The Inter-State And
Crossed A State Line...
I Was Horrified!
What! When?!
We're In
Another State!?
I Don't Know
About You,
But I'm Not
The Only Dumb One...
I Was Mad There
Wasn’t A LINE!
***
It Was A Sad
Revelation For
An Over-Sensitive Mind.
No Freaking Lines.
-Gray Squirrel
11-08-2025
Do they dream of vast oceans,
of soaring sea-raised mountains
of wave upon wave of rolling
aqueous seascapes?
The little brown ducks
show no such inclination.
They dabble and diddle about
gently pecking at moments
meandering from here to there
on the silky green grass banks
of a shallow pond.
The in-land gulls
that descend flat-footed
on the lush lawns
squawk loudly of the salty life
far from the safety
of city parks,
but the ducks just nibble
and squabble - paddle
over their petty hours
and if they ever ponder
the infinity of space and time
they peck at that thought
until it drowns
in a single drop of water
shaken from a dismissive
feathered tail.
While in my youth
I racked my brain
to fill up Time
Taken aback
By Time’s fast pace
Once in my prime
Dismissive still
that Time ticks on
indeed clockwise
Not feeling yet
that treasured Time
so fleeting flies
Of trite excuse
« for lack of Time »
I had no fears
Time’s metronome
hounds hastily
in golden years
Wisdom whispers
that Time is up
beyond a doubt
Implacably
relentlessly
Time’s running out
My train of thought
of Time that strikes
its closing chime -
A wistful wish
that I could buy
a tick more Time
April 24, 2021
Contest: T contest Time
Sponsor: Constance La France