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I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?
How do nature's elements
define my identity?
When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not reflect what they see.
I've seen petals blossom through concrete,
felt the turbulent tears of Everest's crumbling peaks
and I know
I'm no master of destiny, but I believe in fate.
As butterflies depart in the season of diversity,
I see green crumble from crimson to brown -
still they dance in the wind.
As the earth beneath me hardens
within the
secret garden of my mind,
weeds die, like frozen spirits.
I allow erratic winds to whistle,
as my soul sleeps silently,
unaware of the snowstorm
cold does not define me.
April showers soften sleeping meadows,
the fireball in the sky, hints upon his return.
I ponder how nature's palette will paint
her poetry upon this season's empty canvas
we all fall, but we keep the faith for re-growth.
The soul rejoices upon sight of the Gemini moon,
blooming through the constellation of twins,
adrift in tranquil warm air, under serene blue skies.
Surrounded by an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
their delicate fragrance, becomes my poetry,
an expression of character and personality
I ponder, maybe this is me.
Silent One
Simple musing
27 May 2019
which words pried the sounds
the rusted hinges of doors long ago shut
then words gave voice to
stringed and percussion suited encouragements
that gave meaning with no translation
each word he spoke to hear her repeat him
those who could answer with rangey octaves sang
the songs which words had no meaning
gave way for a man to
do his thing
Soprano(malo) SAURAS JAMAIS BAISER
BAISER LA CHATTE
L'OEIL PEUT-IL TE FAIRE
DEVENIR ENCEINTE
HOSSEN' RACINE ULISSE
baROTONE(LE fEMME) sAURAS JAMAIS BAISER
BAISER LA CHATTE
L'OEIL PEUT-IL TE FAIRE
DEVENIR ENCEINTE
HOSSEN' RACINE ULISSE
SHE ACKNOWLEDGES ME IN THE RESPECT OF LOVE
TO ESTABLISH NORMAL WAYS OF BEING
MIGHT WE DEVELOP AN IDENTITY OF OUR TOGETHERNESS
LEVERAGING A DIVERSITY OF LONELINESS
MIGHT WE COMMUNICATE SO THAT WE UNDERSTAND
EVEN THOUGH OUR WORLDS ARE DIFFERENT
TOGETHER, AS LOVERS, I'VE MADE YOU MY FRIEND
TOGETHER AS LOVERS!
We’ve stayed in a wide variety of places on this long cross country jaunt.
One night we’re in Le Chateau Frontenac in Quebec City
the next two nights we’re in a tree house in Vermont.
We’ve gone from a luxury hotel…on the 10th floor of its enormous central tower
to a treehouse with no running water…and…an outdoor shower.
From a bedroom overlooking the St. Lawrence River with a king sized bed so soft….
to a treehouse where we climb a ladder to sleep up in the loft.
From maids who turned down our sheets each day
and left us popcorn and candy…that we ate!
to no maid service and a bathroom with a toilet…the incinerates
From having a valet who took care of our car
then brought it to us when it was time for us to depart
to driving up a road so steep and rocky…
the only way to make it up was with a running start.
Truth be told on our first attempt…half way up…
our car stopped…although the wheels kept on spinning
(Somewhere up in heaven…the travel gods were grinning)
Determined, however, that this portion of our trip would not be a flop…
we backed down…closed our eyes…hit the gas..and made it to the top!
This is exactly what we wanted when we planned our trip.
When we decided from Washington to Maine we would traverse…
We wanted every stop to be an adventure…and those adventures to be diverse.
Besides…if we weren’t staying in the treehouse…the 21st different stop along our map
we wouldn’t have had ice cream at Ben & Jerry’s…or ate lunch at the Von Trapps.
We would have never taken a shower outside with the birds serenading us from their trees
We would have never heard the Sound of Music wafting on the breeze.
Which means even though some of those amenities and luxuries it lacks
we are just as happy in this treehouse in Vermont
as we were in Le Chateau Frontenac
Control.
That's what the end goal becomes
Unhealthy. Healthy.
It doesn't matter, the obsession is the same
Maddening - when you can't have it
Euphoric - when it’s yours
The movies, both comfort and killer
The dreams it enables, but the reality it hinders
I'm not me in the movies -
But im someone, who becomes what I long for
In the movies I don't have to be me anymore
I don't have to be the only black person in the friend group,
Used as a diversity addition
The one who has to play a role, that they didn't audition
I don't have to be quiet,
All because they preferred my silence
I don't have to be the target,
To white people's ignorance, the type that makes me the victim -
Of a cruel, discriminatory system
I don't have to be the black girl,
Whose only purpose is to be the shoulder for everyone to cry on
I can be the girl who is free of expectations,
Be the girl with the love interest
I can be whoever i want to be,
Most importantly i can be free
No conforming to respectability politics,
No tone policing, nor code switching
The movies breed opportunities, i will never get as me
I get to have the looks and body of my dreams,
Even if the fantasy is only temporary
When it comes all the different aspects of my life…
Those things I hear, smell, touch, taste and see
like most people, I imagine…I love a wide variety…
I love a wide variety of food and drink
some good…some not so good for my heart.
I love a wide variety of sports…
A wide variety of music…a wide variety of art.
I love a wide variety of colors…
in the clothing that I choose
from the multicolored hats and shirts I wear…
to the rainbow laces in my shoes.
I love the wide variety nature offers…
from the diversity of her birds that fly
to the different shapes and color of her clouds
and the way she paints the sky.
I love the wide variety of her animals on the ground…
Her insects…from her butterflies to her bees.
I love the wide variety of her landscapes…
her flowers and her trees.
I love the wide variety of her seasons…
the way her spring and summer winds and zephyrs blow
from the silent whispers of her falling rain
to the gentle dancing of her snow…
I believe there are a wide variety of people
in this world…people just like me
Who when they look at every aspect of their life…
delight in its vast and wide variety.
Who wish that love of nature, of art and music
our clothing and the different foods we eat
Would spread out across the world
to the wide variety of people whom we meet.
People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.
Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising lines
of harmony
co-arising nondual Earth anthems
of graceful GreatSpirit incarnation.
Domesticating corn people
finally also meet Yin's squashed voices
flowing bilaterally out
well-grounded cooperative incorporations
intending divine corn
and Yang-bean
and Yin-squash
mutually braiding
weaving up and out
trimesters of rich
and deep
nutritional development,
with winter dormancy in-between
summerish diastasis.
Corn and Bean and Squash diversity
during August pre-birth deliveries
reduce competitive domesticating relationships
to favor cooperative democratizing trinities,
of Spirit and Body and Bilateral Flowing UnSquashed Minds.
These corny holonic domesticating resources
enjoy differentiated cultural climates,
Diverse partners prevailing
through multicultural nutritional landscapes
up and out,
down-rooting and inward feeding feeling
as outward bleeding
into each Other's Common-Space
and side-by-side solidarity reforesting times.
People of the Corn
and beans and squash,
co-domesticating temporal WinWin differentiations,
preoccupying Earth's global climate
in different times of day and night,
months and years,
transgenerational eras and stages
of mutual democratization
into trust
bean-sprouting
within interdependent pumpkin patches.
People of the Corn
invite diverse beanish vertical needs
and polypathic squashy tendril outputs
in different revolving stages
of our mutual domestication,
integrity empowered
through deep nutritional gardens
and forests of time,
like climates of Earth,
organically democratizing solidarity.
People of sacred wild Cornucopias
found ourselves politically atoned
through competing to survive
in Earth's stroking strumming climates
of globally democratizing,
healthy wealth,
Original PolyCultural Intention.
We walk divergent paths, you and I,
Two distinct journeys, like parallel lines in the sky,
Our minds, a dichotomy, a clash of thought and deed,
I navigate logic's realm, while you follow feelings' creed.
Our communication, a discordant symphony,
I'm measured, you're impulsive, a contrast in harmony,
My words, a calculated risk, yours, an emotional release,
We're worlds apart, in every conversation's peace.
Our goals, a tale of two desires, divergent and apart,
You chase the fleeting joy, while I pursue success's heart,
My vision, a horizon, stretching far and wide,
Yours, a narrow focus, on the present's tide.
You see the world through lenses, tinted with each passing day,
While I gaze into the future, with a roadmap to pave the way,
Your dreams, a vague notion, a whispered promise in the night,
Mine, a written manifesto, a beacon to guide my light.
You wear a mask of pretence, a facade to hide your pain,
While I stand bare, unapologetic, my truth, my refrain,
You chase the material throng, the external validation's sway,
While I seek the love that's true, the heart's authentic way.
Our backgrounds, a canvas, painted with different hues,
The way we were raised, a distinct narrative, in all we pursue,
Though birds of a feather may flock together, it's true,
We're different worlds apart, with little to break through.
Where understanding's needed, you fuel the conflict's fire,
And in the heat of discord, our differences conspire,
Our lives, a mismatch, like pieces that don't fit the frame,
I'm a serious soul, with purpose, while you seek a different claim.
I'm a warrior of prayer, with a heart that beats for more,
You don't believe in prayer, and that's where our paths diverge once more,
The differences between us, a chasm, wide and deep,
Two roads, diverging further, with each step we keep.
Yet, in this divergence, perhaps we'll find our own way,
To respect the differences, that shape our lives each day,
For in the end, it's not the sameness that makes us strong,
But the diversity of thought, that helps our spirits belong.
The Map
Hence, reacting to tyrannical rule in 1776,
Delegates from the thirteen colonies met in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
To declare independence from Great Britain.
Eleven years later, the ratification process of the
American Constitution began, and it was ratified
On June 21, 1788, thereby creating the framework
For the formation of the “Republic of the United States.”
With a government for the people, by the people,
In three branches—legislative, executive, and judicial—
With checks, balances, and cooperation
Ensuring constitutional interpretation.
Governed by two congressional bodies and a president,
Elected by state and electoral college systems,
And an appointed Supreme Court of nine justices,
“Equal Justice Under Law“ is approved by the U.S. Congress.
Between two oceans, east and west (the Atlantic and Pacific),
And between two countries, north and south (Canada and Mexico),
The map today displays a compression of forty-eight states
And two non-contiguous states, a federal district, and many territories;
E Pluribus Unum, is the American nation of race and heritage,
Ethnicity, and diversity of its citizens who stand to recite
The Pledge of Allegiance while the Stars and Stripes wave in the air
Over the land as the eagle soars, signifying strength and freedom.
***
Note:
E Pluribus Unum: Out of many, one (traditional motto of U.S.A. since 1782). The official motto is “In God We Trust,” which was adopted in 1956.
Just drop once, when you happen to go by.
A tale they may count, mountains of my country;
Of paradise invaded and forests destroyed,
Of vessels adrift and sailors athirst,
Of savage hunting and extinction of the Dodo.
Witness to history stand mountains of my country;
Bloodshed, war times, hunger and poverty;
Settlers, slaves, coolies or expatriates,
They know all, who defiled in time.
Inert and helpless lay mountains of my country.
Waves of changes struck their homeland.
Forest cried but sweat fell with hope in heart
For making habitation in a newfound land.
Store of knowledge are mountains of my country.
They may tell you of slavery abolished,
Of unification of heart and mind and
The fight for freedom for a respectful life.
Beware, omniscient are mountains of my country
They may tell you of clean or dirty business.
Of unity in diversity or the fumes of hatred
Which burn dark hearts in the sanctity of homes.
Sages are to me, the mountains of my country.
From childhood to youth to parenthood;
Refuge they gave my helpless heart,
Blessed me when crossing overseas,
And were always here to welcome me back.
I love and respect the mountains of my country!
11/07/16
Contest: Mountains
Winner: 1st place.
("Snake II", 2015, original block print)
Gaslit
In these times of constant parading
The emperor in his new gown
Sets the fashion for the whole world
Everywhere you look
People blindly proclaiming the nakedly absurd
With confidence born in numbers.
Now basic biological facts of male and female
Have morphed into a fluid nonbinary
Mishmash of possibilities, where instead of in balance
Nurture is stridently mightier than nature.
Not withstanding, tropes of masculine violence somehow immune
To this new social-science,
People who’ve apparently never had house pets
Postulate that in world without males there’d be no violence.
What used to be common sense observation for even a child
That racial differences are obvious, if not so easily defined,
Have become the dogma;
“Race is merely a social construct.”
On the climate front all is hysteria
As what used to be an essential sustainer of life
Is rebranded a toxic gas
Existentially threatening to end all life on Earth.
And in politics, mild protest has become insurrection,
Terrorist attacks embraced as the democratic process,
And the sanctity and security of our vote
Chewed up by a machine that knows no law or shame.
Now the new Nazis call themselves the “Anti-Fascists”
And of course brand all opponents “Nazis”
As if name-calling makes something so
In their make-believe post-modern world of subjective truth.
Hate is love, war is peace
Rigid conformity diversity, destruction creativity,
Abortion the path to modern motherhood
And enslavement to ideology somehow freedom.
These are the times we live in
When gaslighting has replaced the news, entertainment and education
And objective truth driven underground or out into a desert
Away from the masses
Where it can be as it always has, untrodden and free
Yet as deadly as ever to those who refuse to see.
(12/2/23)