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Yuval Noah Harari
suggests that Nationalism's
Big Three Nemeses are fear of
nuclear holocaust,
degenerative climate trends,
and Business As Usual disruptions
of eco-politically salvific technology.
When I first read this list
of his global Three,
the one that stood out
at least for me,
to potentially
break through our tendency
to see through lenses
nationalistically
is Earth's great climate pathology.
Still,
all three are LeftBrain dominant,
StraightWhiteMale privileged,
Patriarchal-Capitalist nationalistic systems
of scientific reductive-rooted secularism
and defensive
extractive-infested
militarism.
Aside from a home habitat
in WholeEarth Crisis,
extinguishing all hope
of future peace health
is our cooperative multicultural wealth
regeneration,
our ability to distinguish
which of these three
is most transparently
exploitive and disempowering
our SunShine EcoSystem,
To dialogically determine
which is most polyculturally vulnerable
to inflaming
already repressive Patriarchal/Capitalism,
Which is most unenlightened
and monotheistically RightWing
StraightWhiteMale
LeftBrain dominant
May also be the unholy Fascist fascinated
demonizing ecowomanist healthy choice
and Earth as sacred Goddess
panentheistically denying,
Holy Nature/Spirit indigenous defying,
climatically degenerative Nationalism, yes,
but also, more fundamentally dualistic,
AnthroSupremacism
over ecofeminist healthy wealth
of fertile sacred Earth
Where monoculturing climate "change"
may become most easily defined
by Yanged out RightWing predation
fueled by a competitive economy
of hierarchical
from-above produced
and massively media marketed scarcity,
rather than from-within
ecological healthy robust wealth integrity.
Then again,
I could also see win/win opportunity
for health as wealthy polycultural activity
in co-immigrating away from global fear
of nuclear nationalistic hostility
Emigrating toward global polypathic thrival
post-secularizing revival
of sacredly uniting cooperativity
principles of Eartherapeutic Energy
as healthy integral international democracy,
NonViolent Communication fueled
by
and for
and with Whole
Holistic
Holy EarthTribal
win/win systemic
authentic
intricate
exquisite sacred global integrity.
There were elephants and bees... wild salmon, slugs, and trees
The Lord had blessed with Mother Nature as their nurse.
Along with flowers, birds and bats... jelly fish and tiger cats
To make this planet more ominifarious and diverse.
The Lord had algorithms to equate and ecosystems to create
All done at quite the hectic pace.
But all ruined when he stumbled and spectacularly fumbled
When against his better judgement... he made the Human race.
The Lord's embarrassment was such... he didn't visit much
But was later compelled to take a peek... he saw
The weather getting warmer with a MacDonald's on every corner...
It was enough to make a Deity want to freak.
The place in need of some repair... with pollution everywhere
With the forests and meadows now in deep decline.
But the thing that got his goat and really rocked his boat...
There was a Starbucks in the Church of the Divine.
The Lord in some revulsion considered our expulsion
But brought forth Salvation to improve our cosmic brand.
However... we compounded his frustration by flirting with damnation
Embracing vile habits sure to force his hand.
The Lord unleashed pandemics and eruptions.. epidemics and disruptions
As the Human Race in all its glory remained perverse.
But nothing seemed to work... against our oddities and quirks
Making us the cockroaches of the known Universe.
The Lord bent on elimination of our unseemly infestation
Pondered many years before he gave a shout.
The solution right before his eyes... prepared to say goodbye
As Monkey Pox was sure to wipe us out.
Yes... Monkey Pox was sure to wipe us out.
Now to those who doubt the Lord his gender as a Male
Should not prevail and give their head a twist.
For it the Lord was something other... or something quite another...
There'd be more flowers and the Human race would not exist.
Naked trees whose dilapidated bodies have outgrown the test of time
shoot unseemly into the unaccommodating sky flustering as they walk by
Nude trees laden with deceptive shadows waiting for the morrow
Echoing a somber tune with superficial topsoil eroding from the mad earth
I sat on the top of the exalted mount watching brittle trees swaying doubtfully in the motionless wind and one force would have done them in
Fragile branches stick delicately form their wounded side reaching out
and cracking slowly with a forceful smile while angels lament by their sides
I recall the good old days when there was laughter everywhere
smoke rushing out the chimneys and grandpa with his wooden axe
piling up woods on the side of the stream and dragging them into the fireplace
Drunken men sitting on the side of the street infuriated with exuberant laughter knocking dominoes and shouting at terrified girls parading the streets in short mini skirts.
strong women in tall long skirts knocking their tambourines as the minstrel marched around in circles and unruly men with loud music sticking out their feet in fancy jeeps shouting
Dry grass lay flat on the reproachable ground howling as if winter is still around
As far as the naked eyes could behold green trees are floating in the horizon way beyond me
but close beside me green leaves are barely sprouting on the topless trees
The earth is still casting doubts as it sinks deeper into its devouring throat
drenched by its painful self-inflicted wound spreading misery throughout
I kept sobbing at nature's frequent disruptions and mankind useless inventions
cars sliding and young men gallivanting and swearing under the dark bridge
Shameful faces hang in despair holding onto to a cloud that is not there
And Noah whom they say was a religious freak took one hundred and twenty years to build a ship that spared daylight out of darkness and give rise to a new moon
And what of the black plague that torment millions of bones in their sorrowful graves
And the Spanish flu had its impact too who knows what really brought it about
Nature has sucked the life out of the earth waiting for a miraculous rebirth
while death pounds heavily on fragile doors.
When they pleasure powered down to rest,
their twin-engine heart was beating still
at the arterial warp speed of galactic love
With the endorphin catalyst fuel shutdown,
the rocket passion blast
was nearing impulse horizontal inertia
The space mariner woman at the bed starboard helm,
told her right-hand man navigating
to turn the hip thrusters off
They were entering the nebulous
mind-meld zone
A mysterious space-time place,
where the soul pulsar gravitational curvature
formed a time slip-knot:
A bonding phenomenon where time slip not
The captain of this supernova class starship,
guided the navigator’s empath thoughts
with her sparkling, ruby-coated lips
Giving moaning, non-verbal commands telepathically
Alerting him where the next neutrino ******
micro-particles would hit at multiple vulnerable spots
Opening ecstasy fissures in the epidermal hull skin
As other asteroidal pelvic disruptions
made the body-shaped ship merge force-field shudder
The time slip-knot
was a quantum quirk realm of hot
dilithium electromagnetic loving
They were caught in the invisible force
of two strong gender poles of attraction ...
causing time to slip not
The stars were frozen into place
like a crystalline solar plasma lake,
due to the time slip-knot
The dimension where perfunctory
social thermodynamic physics were forgot
The fastest stream of consciousness
slowed to a virtual excitation phase shift halt ...
Reversing the anticipated climax ecliptic slingshot,
lovemaking vibrations moved with stilled thought velocity —
Reaching the outer limits where time slip not
The starship enters into a centripetal vortex of sweat,
plunging into the black hole of no biochemical regret
Coming out on the other side
of the molecular maelstrom kinetic frenzy
Solar sailing thru the null pain void,
on serene serotonin waves of the deep-space emotional sea
Charting the light-years of joy ahead,
flight destination: twin planets X’ura and N’gora,
the charming, AI computer voice said
Retreating into their co-joined cushioned pod,
they rode the erotic cosmic journey out
in suspended romantic animation —
Face to face
BodyLove feels like muscular energy,
while MindLove emerges synergies,
mind affluent fertile feelings…
Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove health,
ideally
to grow maturing relational wealth also ecologically balanced
EgoAnthro ReGenerate Positive Psychology
HealthAsWealth EarthTribal MindBodies.
That is,
I feel like we can
and do, sometimes,
grow more athletic in our love capacities,
our cooperatively positive energy.
We can grow from loving just one little Ego
into loving ourselves within a quasi-functional family,
emerging more maturely into a kinda screwed up,
but benignly cooperative as originally intended, species
impatiently sometimes
too patiently other times
working through distinctions and tensions within
loving others as ourselves,
and loving and not loving some of our behaviors,
our communications,
our relationships and transactions with our kids,
our spouses but our colleagues too,
our neighbors as global residents do,
our fellow lovers exercising our cooperatively intended behaviors
of would-be perfect mind with body lovers.
I do believe we can train ourselves
and maybe even each other,
how and why to become healthier,
grow mindful,
merge more inclusive of our own,
and other’s negative behaviors,
“enemies” speaking our mutually imperfect tensions,
dissonances of misunderstanding,
misprioritizing capital-centric investments
over our cooperative (0)Riginal Intent.
This dissonance, though
suffering and loss,
anger and fear disruptions into our current love capacities,
expanding out toward a globally extending family
of regeneratively intended health-with-safety lives,
Where PowerFlexing monocultural bodies
are healthy organisms,
so are polycultural outcome stretching minds
wealthy socialisms
breathing and beating and dancing
toward global compassion
of one divinely nondual co-arising mindbody,
evolving our economic health
as politically cooperative YangYin
AgapeMind/ErosBody wealth.
Let me tell you a story...
It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on Easter.
The Ohio River had flooded earlier
that March of 1964
causing many disruptions in our lives.
Our town had a floodwall which protected
its low-lying residences from damage;
but my aging grandmother had to evacuate her area
and come to our home ten miles north.
This flood was second only (in her lifetime)
to the disastrous cost and destruction
triggered by a 1937 deluge.
Her visit was haunted by the memory of
severe damage to their home and business
twenty-seven years earlier
during the worst flood ever on the Ohio.
She worried the whole time - re-telling stories
of how folks had taken sick with scarlet fever and pneumonia.
How they had to stay with higher-ground relatives
and the back-breaking clean-up after the water receded.
They had just bought a new square grand piano.
She told of how they put ropes under the
legs and hoisted up it to the ceiling to
protect it from the water damage.
This was the first time I ever remember
her spending any time away from her home.
She and my grandpa ran a small grocery store
and made their mark in the community
by also selling homemade ice cream.
Just prior to the era of swirling soft-serve,
Tom's Ice Cream was known for miles around.
When grandma finally returned to her home,
the damage was more than her eighty-five years could bear.
My German-immigrant granny died on Good Friday
and was buried on the following Sunday, March 29, 1964.
I remember well, we had a light dusting of snow that Easter,
a kind of heavenly eulogy
marking her entrance
to eternity.
April 22, 2022
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Form N - Narrative - New Poems
I chose a family theme
We're senior delinquents
modeling our lives after those times when they were so new
and all the rules were irrelevant disruptions
to everything we felt and experienced.
Our passions weren't lived to their full potential
and now we want to make up for our omissions.
But we can't help but notice you down there,
the same as we were.
Destined be be the same as we are.
To us you are equally amusing
and horrifying.
All the baroque seriousness you place on your little lives.
You have no idea the tangle of trouble ahead of you.
The useless energy you'll spend on desperate
subterfuge and out and out lies.
You have no idea of the nowhere it'll get you in the end.
You have plans. You have dreams.
You have lessons to teach and children to raise to be just like you.
A cookbook life.
But you have no idea what's really going on around you.
There is a complex wind blowing just above your heads.
Maybe if you stood up taller and noticed us
we could avoid all this.
We can't really blame you, though,
what with all the commercial viability you represent
and all the raw material you wield
and all that is at stake.
And all the sales pitches whirling around you.
It's tough. We don't deny that.
None of that means we can't enjoy a bit of fun at your expense.
Laugh a little at your predictable foibles.
God knows we deserve it.
No one takes us seriously anyway, including ourselves.
So, enjoy it all. It's yours. But do try to relax a little now and again.
And remember what we have said.
Because soon we will be gone and you will be us.
Our hearts are like the ocean..
With depths some just can't reach.
They gaze upon the surface..
And stand upon its beach.
They take in the horizon..
Where the water meets the air..
And ponder on its vastness..
As the wind blows through their hair.
Some are afraid to touch it..
For fear they won't survive..
Thinking if they enter in..
They won't come out alive.
They spend their life observing..
They can't bring themselves to wade..
While wondering what they're missing..
And why they're so afraid.
Some cast pebbles, one by one..
To watch the circles spread..
Causing small disruptions..
Like the thoughts within their head.
An ever constant growing..
As they impetuously await..
But soon the rings just seem to fade..
Then slowly dissipate.
Other's like to take a swim..
And romp and play awhile..
Then once refreshed and satisfied..
They walk away and smile.
But they'll only enter in so far..
For fear that they will drown..
Or they will find an undertow..
Which will drag and pull them down.
There are those that skim along the top..
In man made boats they own..
Never truly getting wet..
While feeling all alone.
They have their rafts to save them..
Should the waves decide to rise..
They wear their life preservers..
Just incase they should capsize.
Many poise upon the shore..
With rod and reel in hand..
Fishing for some nourishment..
While standing on the sand.
Hoping for that special catch..
One which they can display..
Coming home empty handed..
Because the big one got away!
Are we going to be pruned now like limbs left exposed naked to the elements?*
He is just a simple man
born and raised in middle America,
loves God, country, family and apple pie,
but raising his voice in public,
in Constitutionally protected
free speech, to protest Marxist idiology
taking over his government
has labeled him a potential
domestic terrorist.
The edict has gone out
from those on high to alert the minions
in Intelligence- FBI, DHS
(isn't that what the Patriot Act
is all about).
Any who disagree with "progressive" thought will be pruned from society.
Citizens do not speak out,
do not question
Socialist/Communist/Marxist
maxims infecting every thought
from Congress to school boards
to neighborhood stores!
Inflation, shipping disruptions,
illegal immigration by the millions, Afghanistan debacle, kiddie p*rn in public schools,
abortion on demand; zero through the day of birth.
Terminate the employment
of un-vaccinated nurses, doctors,
flight attendants, pilots
mother's-to-be and those with natural immunity.
No religious or health exemptions.
Keep them out of public places.
While the President says
"No worries, all is well, all is well."
Just embrace the Great Reset!
Woe is me!
"Show me your papers please!"
Arrested and thrown in jail, without bail
for daring to repeat this thought:
If freedom of speech is taken away, then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.”**
*Victor David Hanson
**George Washington
Always on my mind
Nibbling at the core, fiddling at the soft centre
Quizzing, teasing me to find
Space and time to enter
The pantheon populated by caring
Daring divinities whose flight
Into ether left me wondering
If I got any delight in the sight
With a plethora of pesky plights whose bosom
Disgorges unhappiness on unwitting victims
Fate selects in a setting whose every atom
Reeks of unfairness dispersed and disbursed in teams
That deserve far better outcomes
Caught up in family controversies
In which balms and psalms
Can’t assuage guilt despite ecstasies
Doled on sadists
Who inflict untold misery
On generations of infant artists
Driven to the edge on wedges of despair where usury
In terms of responsibility for offspring
Deserts blinkered eyes
Whose addiction to the matrimonial ring
Glorifies sties of fake highs
Breathed in nostrils blown wide
Off the mark of duty
Sucked up by puny pride
In a fuss bus whose loyalty
Resonates in circles of influence
In which absconding family obligations
Grows and brews nonsense at the confluence
Where negations and fumigations
Score high points
In cultures that praised
Disruptions of joints
In which families children raised
In abject neglect
Shivered in bedrooms without blankets
Their bludgeoned bodies couldn’t delect
Because children could possess neither toys not tenderness trinkets
Much as they hoped from above
Santa Claus would at Xmas
Bestow on concealed children the love
Preached in sanctimonious tones at high mass.