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1. Today, the weather feels like heaven's bliss!
2. The balmy breeze and beautiful soft blue
3. of sky above so makes me think of love.
4. I feel time's right to write a charming poem
5. alone, together with my thoughtful views;
6. the day's bright glow morphs into sunny smiles
7. as sun speaks out to tell me all's okay.
8. Free gift, true fact, sun is my greatest joy!
9. Oh loveliness of day you melt my heart!
10. The words are humming, coming to my mind...
11. not nasty, snippy ones, evoked by rain,
12. but sweet, melodious, soft, sing-song ones
13. that move what's seen to my poetic scene
14. to paint such happiness when weather's fine.
15. And now...my poem...profound or slight? Oh no!
16. To write with pointless pencil...so pointless!
Poetic Devices Used In Lines 1 through 16: Words in italics help identify them.
1. Simile 2. Alliteration 3. Internal Rhyme 4. Homophone 5. Oxymoron
6. Metaphor 7. Personification 8. Pleonasm 9. Euphony 10. Assonance
11. Dissonance 12. Parallelism 13. Homonyms 14.Truism 15. Antithesis
16. Pun Lines 10-14 Enjambment
August 18, 2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 09/13/2018
I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."
Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that include,
are shared with,
anyone capable of reading
and comprehending
these words of regenerating memory.
Back
to darker
denser
richer genes and memes
of cooperative to still thrive today,
saving competitions for survival moments.
Back to
better to prey together
side by side
as neanderthal brothers and sisters
than to grow predative
against each other.
This Golden Rule
of dark Afro-Eurasian
equatorial resonant depth
of historical origin
in normative play
at least until we substitute capitalism's
supremacist agendas
for rationalism's ego-ecocentric
reweaving memory
of this original Earth Mom
magical and mysterious
then worshiped and danced
ritualed and cooperative ownership co-governing,
then more modern radical eccentricities
forgetting our shared matriarchal
regenetic
memory of dualdark
hypocrisies of merely white inferiority
complexes
disease
dissonance
despair of remaining fully
who we together are,
where we have been
predating history
where we could return
each morning
with greatest polyphonic joy.
To paraphrase David Holmgren
(Permaculture, p. 113)
Containers were one essential organic innovation
necessary for this cooperative agrarian revolution.
Opportunities to refill organically produced bodies
are enormous
transitioning into recycling energy descent
for shared cooperative memory.
Reimaging full organic containers
is far better than sending us
away and down and out for recycling.
Most official ecopolitical waste reduction strategies
place little emphasis
on organic reuse refilling re-educating
deep ecologically learning containers,
or confuse WinWin refueling,
reweaving,
with capitalism's WinLose recycling,
switching productive containers
into merely consuming eventual empties,
bleached-out white-washed faded hypocrisies
of purest supremacy against nothing
deeply densely
richly resonantly valued.
We have all heard about diverse roads
and rivers,
currents and currencies,
investments and co-investments less traveled,
worn,
tried.
The law and order rules of the road
and downstream river most rowed
are politically and economically empowered
of, by, and for punishing disorder,
dissonance,
uncivilized behaviors,
sociopathic paranoia and madness.
Yet the Golden Rules of upstream ecological sacred grace
speak of divine gift economies
and power of mutual cooperativity
along a Golden Ratio Equivalency PolyPath
of mutual cooperativity.
On this road less notnot traveled
we notice investments and disinvestments that can no longer fit
within individual ego-sized positive containers,
intended to be used only one time,
and then quietly disposed of
under our own independent authority
and responsibilities for restoring our accountable co-presence
back toward this upstream river's timeless Source:
grace, and racism and religious-monoculturing supremacy,
anthrocentric health assurance, and prejudicial sexisms,
salvation of the World, and condemning judgment of Earth,
reward, and punishment,
pride, and yet also prejudice,
restoration, and retribution
love, and hate-marketing,
peace, but also war-mongering,
gratitude, but also bad attitude.
So I try to notice which way I am heading,
and remember no one chooses a unidirectional,
monocultural path
not first and frequently made by others,
whether Business As Usual,
or that Other Sacred UpStream One,
for those born as gifts
to carry our gifts forward
along this narrow double-binding polypath.
Dear Donalds and Fans Thereof
I suppose by now you have noticed
there is an unfortunate difference
between draining the swamp
and becoming the swamp.
Swamp life promises fast thrills
but delivers slow and sure decomposition,
decay,
dissonance,
despair,
loneliness at the sadly shared bottom
of the top.
But, the swamp is also rich with creolization opportunities,
polycultural seductions and fertility,
cooperative marshes
trying to breathe
underneath our oil slick
toxic ego-incorporated politics.
To drain the swamp
we must first notice
we have become swamped.
To drain the Trumps
we must first notice
we have become trumped.
I am sitting in this cabin,
’twas built so long ago
up here in the wild mountains,
has a big bay window,
a vast and sprawling forestscape
greets my wandering eyes,
then comes that familiar urge
to get up, go outside.
Go traipse that hill off to the left,
I bet the view is good,
scope that meadow off to the east,
where deer come from the wood,
to climb down in the roaring gorge,
and see what I can find,
the world’s an endless treasure trove,
and no man has much time.
One cold rove for a whole lifetime,
and I do love to wend,
yet for all that I find myself
coming back here again.
I come across this sensation,
sometimes it feels quite odd,
why huddle here when I could see
the sublime work of God?
Tall mountains carved out of marble,
rivers that bend and shape,
great creatures that are unchanged since
before the human race,
shimmering, thunder waterfalls
hammer holes in the earth,
volcanos full of liquid land
always ready to burst,
and ruins of the great men past,
carved right into the stone,
building up the finest structures
that man has even known.
I know that all that is out there,
and I want to see them,
but somehow I still really want
to sit right here again.
Perhaps I am getting older
and life is getting dull,
perhaps my reason says, “Why Try?
You can’t see it in full.”
Maybe the scale is much too much
for any human mind,
maybe this space shrinks it all down
to something well defined,
to something that my mind can grasp,
that my will can control,
is the vastness how God tell us,
“Stay humble, know your role?”
Could it all just be potential
when I sit here and stare,
the allure of the mystery,
of what could be out there?
Is it a page from Schrodinger
when I look out and see,
is what might be more magical
than the reality?
Or is it quite the opposite,
do I like the surprise
of how what’s real works more deeply
than any thought inside?
Sure, I’ll go and explore the world,
like all us restless men,
but for all that, I know that I’ll
come right back here again.
Oh say, did you notice
a national predative anthem?
Moving immediately
urgently,
without reflection of starlight
sent or received,
From waving flags predicting elite weapons
fueled by complexly masculine
emasculating
militarized corporate industries
of mutual defensive risks
against international cooperative opportunities
to coinvest
In smoke-filled dawns of manifest destiny
toward freedom for all
self-righteous straight white males
especially with a divine right
as Earth's owners of enslaved
exploited property,
and home to the brave mercenaries
of death
and dying
and divestment technologies.
This anthem
is based on a patriarchal
powerful
psychological
and spiritual
and natural
and ecological
theological error.
Nowhere in our personal experience
nor our economic or political history
have we fought for freedom.
We do fight against oppression
but we flee,
apart or together, toward freedom.
Emigration is about exodus
toward hope and freedom.
Declaring wars,
expressing
and investing
our collective fears and angers,
These are about lands taken from reserved,
and feminized
and marginalized
and enslaved laborers,
forced immigrants into non-elite oppressions
of nationalism
patriarchalism
elite v non-elite dualism,
divides,
absence of win/win communication,
xenophobia
monoculturing suppressions
repressions
Where polypathic left with right win/win prominence
longs for polycultural confluence
rather than cognitive/affective dissonance,
flag waving
predicting nationalistic predative anthems
sung empty-heartedly and robotically
with elitist left-brain opulence.
If we sing it loud enough
long enough
we must be patriotically true,
But, to whom?
What is the best available treatment
for cancerous climates of anxiety?
Well,
imagine you were born in a USA
time and place
when we knew only one retributive model of justice,
both internal theological punishment for being merely mortal
and external anti-ecological.
Now imagine you live in a Win/Win
time and place
wherein Restorative Justice Peace Warriors
are also PermaCulturing Designers
of natural landscapes,
internal and external,
and spiritual-experiential-sensory climates,
internal and external,
nondually co-arising.
Best still-available long-term therapies
for growing Wonder and Awe
and Grace and Good Karma Climates,
long-term restorative health co-designers,
for democratic regenerative polyculturing outcome optimization
WinWin planning and strategics and praxis,
and not so much merely against
Republican DeGenerative MonoCultural Income Hoarding for Plutocrats,
dissonance,
disarray,
dismay,
decaying Win/Lose
toward Lose/Lose (0)Soul Trends,
4D RealTime double-binding nihilistic
denialism of Win/Win ego/ecotherapeutic
sacred/secular co-equivalence,
cosmic cosmological co-incidence.
If your name is Bucky
you speak of synergetic and entropic systems.
If your name is Laotse
you speak of yang and yin.
If your name is G. Perelman
you speak of positive and negative smooth-structured elliptical souls.
If your name is Jaynes
you speak of right and left brained confluence and dissonance.
If your name is Bohm
you speak of explicate and implicating fractal-string orders.
If your name is Clay
you speak of Polynomial and Non-Polynomial QBits,
dipolar thermodynamically, electromagnetically,
binary and binomially.
If your name is Euler
you speak of metric form as prime relationship function,
where positive form emerges from double-negative right angles
in four equivalent dimensions.
If not,
sorry for misunderstanding.
If so,
sorry for our misunderstanding
your ecological economies
of prime Zeroism
love with synergy relationship.
Sojourne
A few moments ago she floated in the womb still firmly attached to the
chord of nurture listening to heartbeats of comfort attached to couplets of repose
Rhymed and rhythmed in resounding simplicity negating dissonance still on
horizons
she splashed within the nick of time ticked at her own pace made light in sight of
a wondrous world of a few lullabies some fleeting memories clarions and clarity
a couple of major and minor scales weighing up and down in the music of being
Not long after a few tones later an elegy after she mused that life is finite and too
fugacious
Everything
and everyone
we have ever legitimately loved,
we will lose.
Mentally embracing
facing this problem
of biological mortality
is half of our potential
multigenerationally licit grace.
The other half,
more redemptively front
and ego/eco-centering,
Everything
and everyone we licitly hate
and have ever feared,
we may never legitimately choose
to lose.
Embracing these opportunities
to let go of misunderstandings,
neglect,
and abuse,
cowardice,
and avarice,
avoidance
and active dissociation,
failures of chronic irresolution
and climatic dissonance,
Lack
Of appreciation
and healing support,
Of legitimate wellbeing acceptance
rather than merely licit tolerance,
These are a legitimate moral problem
of immortally illicit injustice,
bad eco-political systemic karma.
Letting go of hate
is a new
free
freeing win/win growth opportunity.
Grabbing onto love
is an old growth risk
of inevitable ego-autonomous
deeply personal loss.
Legitimate loss
for those relentlessly engaged
in not counting these self-identified costs
against compassion's globally timeless benefits
is also illicit win/lose monocultural suffering
for a win/win multicultural
nonviolent trans-communicator
Restoring EarthPeace
LicitHealth
LegitimateWealth
Eco/Theo-Justice.