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I heard from PrimeAryan DT
that socialism kills nations.
I thought it was fascist totalitarianism
that killed nations,
the lack of democratic social intelligence,
social investment,
non-violent communication,
restorative,
therapeutic
win/win social justice.
My grandparents,
at least on my mother's side,
who seemed ancient and fragile to me,
often opined,
"When you lose your health,
you love everything."
I don't know if they literally meant everything:
your faith,
your active hope,
your love,
your integrity,
your egocentric voice,
your hate,
fear,
anger,
obsessive-compulsive wealth,
despair,
cynicism,
narcissism,
xenophobia.
Probably they meant only everything good,
all things social,
Beauty fading into inconsequential,
Truth into lack of significant meaning,
Life into absence of future purpose.
I was young and apparently immortal
and could not hear their wiser warning.
Now older,
I find I have little more to add
to health's imperative
standard for resilient Wealth:
much older and more integral,
historically and multiculturally deeper
than money,
or even humanity;
older, even, than verbal communication
about healthy v pathological social-system experience.
So, why isn't this same observation
first on the list of every political party's platform,
every faith community's regenerative mission statement?
If we lose our democratic win/win social health,
we've lost our greatest wealth.
If we optimize
our actively co-invested trust
in global interdependent health,
we regain our most resilient dreams
of cooperatively-owned wealth,
communal peace
served up with personal integrity.
"Make America Great Again"
whether triumphantly declared as "mission accomplished"
or somewhat more humble,
errs in dreaming way too small
When we could more robustly
courageously
compassionately choose
"Make Earth Healthy Again"
Which would, of course,
also make America wealthy
in all the democratic social positives,
and none of the aristocratic anti-social negatives
again?
I guess sometimes healthy restorative justice
is more like exploratory win/win polycultural justice,
more pro-social green peace meadows
than elitist
monocultural
grab and crab grass.
At ten o’clock each morning, the Barley Tavern opens up its door,
and every now and then I saunter down, just making sure,
that Ken the barman hasn’t slept in, so he might need a call,
to satisfy those with the D.T.’s with their backs against the wall.
There was Cec who had some problem that gave him a raging thirst,
and Pud an ex-trucker that from the grog was surely cursed,
as was Mal the one time hero of the Tavern’s hookey class,
but at ten o’clock on week days, they all hold a shaking glass.
Although once that first beer hits the lips, life is all brand new,
so with steady hands and addled brains they hop in for a few,
and give some cheek to Granny Smith, the Barley Tavern’s kitchen staff,
who likes to get into mischief, as long as it gives here a laugh.
Granny’s trained to live upon her wits as pub cooks mostly are,
once boozing tongues are loosened up from smart Alecs at the bar,
and I chuckled at the comments that were thrown by Pud and Cec,
but Granny didn’t seem herself today, in fact she looked a mess.
Her hair looked like it needed brushing, and her eyes were glassy too.
She wore a frown upon her face, and I’d say she’s had a few.
I must admit that I was worried; Granny’s usually carefree,
so when she staggered to the kitchen, she needed my therapy.
But before I had a chance to help her, a young bloke stepped inside .
He was panicking I tell you, before with me he did confide.
“My Grandma works somewhere in here,” and held up her headache pills.
“She’s picked up the wrong pill bottle!” Granny’s grandson loudly shrills.
I calmed the lad down just a mite, and I led him from the bar,
and found Granny in the kitchen who’d took up a boxing spar.
“Gran! Gran!” the kid yelled out, “those pills you took from home are mine!”
But Granny Smith just threw a left, and yelled “get out you flamin’ swine!”
“Now Gran” her grandson added, “Will you hand back those pills to me.
I’ve written on the label with a texta, the letters L-S-D.”
I nearly had a heart attack, and Granny uttered quite bazaar,
“Stuff your bloody pills young man- chase out the dragons in the bar!”
Robodore Planetoid
15 Terra Terrain
Beta Curd Way
Multiverse
Dt: 12th December, 3097
Once while traveling in space in the year 3078
I happened to meet an awesome alien straight
He was tall and multi-jawed predator pretty
Had communication with me telepathically
Elucidating the significance of coexistence
Glorifying the importance of non-violence
All the space laws he introduced to me
Making me extremely spacedom spree
Stating that he was from ‘Curd Way’
Since it is the densest galaxy he did say 1
There seems aliens consume hydrogen
Of course exhale purest divine oxygen
Blood they get injected in gallons
And it is a strange colored substance
Highly acidic in nature and property
Well that is their secret of longevity
Concentrated variant of aqua regia
That can kill all viruses and bacteria
Instead of bones they’ve a framework
Made in their zna to support like hulk 2
Family life is a great no no
As they work for existence you know
Whenever they accomplish any task
It’s larger than life he did bask
In cricket like game they hurl a sphere
With shape and size of planet fair
Swing and spin become revolution
Out-swing and googly become rotation
Another game they play is Galactic Ball
Where they hit a satellite tall 3
Only to ensure it enters the black hole
Then they win just on the whole
Thus this is there hitting the goals
Bravo! I said in trance like doles
Was in completely control of him
Telepathy casted a charm like hymn
And hypnotism paralyzed me umpteen
He was really an amiable Robodorean
After when I was released from him
Felt like a rejuvenated soul supreme 4
Let me add a few more thing
That he shared with me in zing
He wants to visit my dwelling den
That is Robodore in 15 Terra Terrain
But that is possible only in 5052
Till then his probationary period is due
Oh my God! I wanted to ask his age
Before I opened my mouth he did gauge
Said he, “The more we explore the space,
..the more we live. Travel is our secret ace.” 5
Each Block full of cops and stray shots that spot and show the stash rats and infinit trash
speakers blast weed and hash dispatch mash whores and cash jealousy splash blood spills
landfills alcoholics who drink nyquil no frill foods and young uns rude slaughter lewd acts
coke and crack vein slaps used jim hats in poisonous snatch aids attack political traps dt
adapt or better yet attach years of crap scared and strapped studio raps fades and naps
preacher slacks jump rope and jacks actual facts make any fraud collapse jump to the next
beat crumblin sheets so manifique vessel lettin jewwels leak wise cries crusty eyes judges I
despise as the chicken fry I ask why is freedom denied and govermental pressure applied
here's the Queen city the light shining bright that handed me a beautiful wife and 4 seeds to
complete our life many strike and lash here's a black but pucker suckers steppin utilizing
non-destructive weapons ever so destined God's grace embrace a misunderstood race
searchin for a meaningful place we're not waste court case sent my rage circumvents wit a
toke of hemp bent ignores the rent due win no lose wit holes in my shoes take it next level
tru rebel mellow hello peace the faith that increase pray in the streets constant relief from a
soulsonic beat let's leap on cloud nine peops watch those that greet meek never weak
deeper than most chocolate amazon close sexy exotic fiberoptic tune in from day one
zoomin bloomin no coonin fist side by side Activist reactin making things happen minus
nappin law enforcement slaps and attack areas hood when it's the Europeans who always up
to no good. DEDICATED to all Black and Latino people dying in NEWARK!
future in2past neva bk we flow accordin 2tym,
aidn the paths of our lovestruck tears to run dry,
so i bicker wt emotion denying the fact that it dies,continuosly cryin askn maself why?
why has...wt ws once a florescent dream of eternal kisses & hugs
faded away wt the flawed depth of our love,i mean...
personifying this vivid emotional rollercoaster as the night-dark,
u'll find u'll arise wt eyes visualizing more den fragments of ur broken heart,
but along wt da timid enlightenment 4rm da morning greetings of ur experience...
Rise & Shine...you see,last nyt wen u fell deep in ds love u closed ur eyes&
denied that mornin-lyt wud arise...&nw dt i visualize love az time & clocks as u&i...
inma eyes the tickn has stopped timing
&we both arise enlightened by the sounding alarmz of more than we can envision...
shadowed by blind ignorance,love izda quick-sand of understandn dt no-man cn sink in,
a beauty dt no grammatical expedition cn justify wt description...
a wild rose bush that no double-edged samoria sword cn trim...
bottom-line,she is dt window of emotion dt no black-tainted hurt cn tint
&if u feel wt i feel,den fear nt cz nw ironically we can see through her clearly...
she's dt freeway wt no limit-to-speed,
enticing bt the faster you go logically the nearer the end of the path will be...
&if ur not blessid enough to understand,den ur but a butterfly wt one wing,a bird dt cant fly,
a choir dt cant sing_without love ur simply but a pendulum dt cant swing...
until ur logic ripens & the clock stops ticking...
&u are awakened by the morning greetings of ur experience...
den u Rise&Shine...
enlightened by more than u can envision,love takes time...
Not so dear DT:
Many voices have avoided asking you
obviously challenging questions,
Like, "Why?"
I have a different
but related choice question:
Ten years from 2020 revision,
would you rather be dead
or a silently cancelled mystery
rightly left behind
by a more resilient
blood red
healthier EarthClimate
history?
This is my rightful
red-blooded
Earth patriotic question
for not only unjust you.
The entirely apartisan U.S. Senate
comes immediately to what's left
of my right mind,
Especially those egregiously unclean
unrepentantly ungreen,
which seems to clearly exclude
no one
from blue penitence
seeking more red hot hope
for ecological salvation.
Better off already dead?
Or still breathing
but more left living behind,
out of over-invested
nemesis light?
Why, AntiUncle Samson,
Why?
What in degenerative
dogmatic Hell
was our bad trip
without soulful you
all about?
The journey toward forgiveness
is a long one,
short on patience,
bankrupt
for culpable slack,
publicly mediated lack
of green clean curiosity.
Redemption begins with:
Hi. I am DeToxifying Donald.
I am part political fascist
and part economic fool.
I'm sorry.
Let me make reparations
by donating what little is left,
not yet self-righteously destroyed,
to Earth's Feminist Future Gardeners
already permaculturing peace.
Then, cancelling
my monoculturing
"DT right is only red"
brand,
I choose to disappear
into a transgender nunnery
to clean ungilded toilets
To clean the pots
we have all marginally peed in
for myself
by myself
swiftly cancelled
by unplanned climate change
like everyone else.
Special thanks to DT for inspiration
Your shoe sharing’s worth utter admiration
Only one pair of shoes, one purse and one dress -
Women's tough choices - source of daily distress.
I'm faithfully in love with all my shoes
With clear understanding, not confused.
When one is on the go, the others wait
For their turn for a special dress code date.
I don't denounce their origin, per se,
In every one I will step all the way.
After all an Asian make - still a shoe,
If bearing the red brand of Jimmy Choo.
I treat them all with equal tender care,
Designed they are but not designed to share.
I'd lend my toothbrush for a single use
Before you lay you feet into my shoes.
Not implying foul odour, unrefined,
But if that is the case, better me mine.
Too bad, a pair of soles, chic and sublime,
Can only be flaunted, one at a time.
——————————————————————
Two Pairs Of Shoes
Fashion hound, that I am
I have shoes for every occasion
One black pair of Adidas
Probably made by some East Asian
I only have one pair of feet
Why would I need two pairs of shoes?
I can only wear one pair at a time
Besides, I'm easily confused
Should you ever find me out with two pair
And you happen to be in a bind
I am the kind of fella that shares
Just remember, the black Adidas are mine.
July 30 2017
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
After working day long, was relaxing mind and soul
With a beautiful song.it took away all the troubles
Out of me.
As I was gazing around,my eyes caught the glimpse
Of a bright colored book.
Ah!! After a long hiatus,I saw the book.
it filled me up with nostalgia.
It was my diary ,a vault of my wonderful memories
Of good and bad.
Opened the book ,saw all the poems
Written when I was young.
Sweet music was being played in the heart,
Read all those poems .
There was one unfinished poem looking
Sadly at me,saying ,give me a beautiful ending.
Ran my fingers over the pages,
Which was my savior from unrest .
This busy life made me forget the treasure
Trove of poems and passion.
The poem got me time travel and
I watched and enjoyed those bygone moments.
A poem about feelings which are unsaid
But still hold so strong in the heart.
The poem got its beautiful end,
it taught me that feelings are to be expressed
and they still linger in the heart,the
person goes away from us.
Its not that feelings are dead and
Heart had dried up,they blossom like
A flower every time whenever the
Cross our minds and make us
Relish those wonderful moments.
Tears rolled down my cheeks
Of content and happiness.
dt:12/3/1012
it was not a long time ago story when we have met
it was not a long time ago when we have shared our stories
we have never thought of loosing our dignities when we opened up and chat..
time has managed to met our two worlds like it bries..
we cherished our memories down the lane..
we laughed at our likings and made it more insane
we thought of getin ourself mould to our loved songs of i thnk coldplay..
time has also make it melodious as like somone will be in pain..
we also givin each other reality checks to make image clear..
we have been into touch with each other just like it was meant..
suddenly the fog has arrived like in any other story and all disappear..
time has changed d situation but its you who has tapd it to decant..
after a while u came up with ur funny lies and mocked around..
its funny to saw u like that and makin me fool again like its sound..
there is no hope in me trustin you blindly again..
dts how i can teach you the lesson of love n now to refrain...
dere were times whn i feel like havin u back again..
my heart was weak dts why it was calin ur name..
since when i have told u to move on but d pain remain..
time has nevr been same until it was meant to be framed...
love pari
if u likd d poem or if didnt ...just put ur input wid cmnts....i wud love to observe dt..
Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance,
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids,
from a very special man,
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman,
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes,
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!
Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair