Long Elective Poems
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Dear journalists,
investigative reporters,
and supporters
of strong and free
democracy,
When elective office candidates,
from dog-catcher
through UN CEO,
claim to champion freedom,
far more than all other candidates
competitively left non-elite behind,
Please ask,
Freedom in which direction?
Freedom to heal
our fading cooperative,
organically multicultural,
complex ecosystemic,
robust wealth climate,
local through global networks?
Or SuperElite freedom,
threatening liberties to destroy alien,
non-elite,
resilient polycultural health?
Or, more ambiguously,
some of confusing both?
And, if so,
Which is freedom
for loving polypathic cooperative health?
And which are competing liberties
to destroy WinWin future organic wealth?
More LeftBrain autonomous
deductive
reductive
monoculturing power
to do as they egocentrically please?
Or more RightBrain interdependent
inductive
inclusive
polyculturing freedom
to do as we ecocentrically co-invite
long-term health-wealth
cooperative
resonant
resilient eco-relationship?
It never hurts to ask
except when candidates
don't even understand our questions,
and often stopped listening
for WinWin social-political opportunities
so very long ago.
When their price for milk
involved sucking cooperatively provided EarthMother nutrients
and not competing to buy patriarchal assets
and xenophobic votes.
Cocoa from this bean derived
Essential to this product
Scarce thought for the deprived
With creamy blend of milk and butter
Our tendency to indulge
A fair wage and exchange- it's juster
Alas sugar laden, it feeds the bulge
And addiction
In assorted shapes and packs
To enhance temptation
While the bean pickers live in shacks
Obesity the scourge of the West
Small amounts only is the lament
Hard work and long hours spent
Sparse time for rest
An essential gift for the yearly fest
And post elective fast
Fair trade for all we must propound
You see its full of beans
So make it last
#YOU Awake! Time to Partake!
What's at Stake? What's your Perspective?
What's your Objective? Never Be Ridged...
Choose Another Elective, You Can BE Selective!
AHH YES! NOTHING LESS!
BE YOUR BEST!!! "SHINE DEVINE!!!"
SEE THAT SUN...
FEEL THAT SUN...
THEN MATCH THAT SUN!
WHAT YOU THINK, LINK AND DO,
YES YOU...(SAYING, DISPLAYING)
REFLECTS THROUGH!~~~
YOUR THOUGHTS, WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT,
HOW YOU VIEW YOUR SELF...
DOES IT MIRROR {PRICELESS WEALTH}?
I'M REFERRING TO YOUR MIND...
ARE YOUR THOUGHTS GENERALLY KIND?
DO YOU HONOR YOU, IN *ALL* THAT YOU DO?
"IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO!" NO POINT TO AWAIT...TO!~ {SMILE}
I heard her say, my picture is hideous, so ugly and utterly!
But, there's ANOTHER Discovery...
Change THE Perception, TAKE No Exception...
AND Allow YOURSELF To, Become With ONE... ENLIGHTENED...
NOT FRIGHTENED, BUT HEIGHTENED! ! !
"LIKE THE SUN! AS YOU BECOME ONE, WITH IT!~"
He spoke with bitterness, no tenderness, you can sense there's a hole, massive...in his Soul!
YET, It's NOT To Late, Which is GREAT To
CHOOSE To Become *WHOLE*...
An EMPHATIC Goal...A MINDSET CHANGE!
THIS WILL IMPROVE AND EXPAND RANGE
TOWARDS *BETTERMENT* INDEED,
TAKE HEED..."NOT DETRIMENT!~"
YOU'VE Arrived to the end of the day...
How Did You Feel, In Terms Of {INLAY}
Did Actions Coincide With What Was Said...
Did You Filter All Garbage That Invades Your Head?
INSTEAD...
Did YOU Become, With "ONE"
The *SUN* AND...The *DEPTH* ?
YOU DID!!!! "JOYOUS BLESSINGS"... :-)
SPLENDID!!! "SOUL *GOLD* FULFILLMENT"
WHAT A POWERFUL, MEANINGFUL,
{MIND"FULL" /ALIGNED"FULL"} REFLECTION!
*MAJESTIC BRIGHT* *ULTRA LIGHT*
"Y*O*U" I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU... :-)
AN INDELIBLE ILLUMINATION! ! !
HOW WONDERFUL IS THAT...
YA' KNOW...
TO CHOOSE, CHANGE, EVEN *CHEER*
"SUCH SUPERB A N D STUPENDOUS ELATION~~~~~!"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} June 13, 2023#
#OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!
"I'VE BEEN WILD CAUGHT!"
Who would have thought???
Something soooooooooooooo savory, utterly most delicious and immensely tasty could be sooooooooooo
A M A Z I N G :-). Enough to transcribe and describe this INCREDIBLE, SUBJECTIVE "ELECTIVE" {SMILE} brought to you by
-TASTE BUDS FROM THIS POETESS!
Allow me to address...
If today were my last day on earth and I was absolutely certain {intuitively} it were...
I would request for Breakfast, can you please heat me up some pizza from the day before, it has PINEAPPLE, FRESH BASIL AND SHRIMP ON IT!...OH YES! AND...
THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
Lunch: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
DINNER: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
AFTERLIFE: FIRST DAY...
SAME, THANK YOU DEAR CREATOR, AND
*ALWAYS*...MUCH OBLIGE :-)
NEXT DAY: BREAKFAST...HEAVEN MADE WAFFLE AND OUT OF THIS WORLD MAPLE SYRUP..."PLEASE! KINDLY!" :-)
AFTER THAT, ANY GIVEN TIME...
HINT*....IT'S ON "RE-SET***" {S M I L E}
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
Gossip is junkfood-
Cheap talk dressed up like a
Meal,
Served by people who stay
And seasoning them
Hungry
For somebody else's
Downfall.
It hits quicks
Salty,
Messy,
Leaves the tongue filled
In things you can't swallow
Back
People snack on rumors
Like chips in a defective
Bowl,
Crunching half-truths
And seasoning them-
With their own self-doubt.
They pass around
Somebody's pain
Like hors d'oeuvres
At a party they weren't invited to.
But I spit fire now-
Clean fire,
Classy fire,
The kind that burns off
Nonsense
Without lowering itself
To their level.
I don't eat lies
I don't serve them.
I don't sit at tables
Where truth is elective.
Gossip is junkfood-
All flavor, no value,
All noise, no weight
Truth though...
Truth is a plated dish,
Made slow,
Made with hands
That know precisely
Who they 're feeding.
I see, and fear, a trumpian landscape,
usually, and more casually, outside any safe inside sanctuary.
Infrequent glances inside windstorms
and rivers of underground currents
surreptitiously culture shape
mold
transform vertically visual landscapes,
motherlands of ecotherapy above, outside
forests and deserts,
Earth's inside
farms and gardens, windblown
oceans and continents in-between violent storms
and ego-magnetic rabid inside voices
from underground aquifers
reappropriating information originally borrowed
from outside sacred spaces
Now over-invested in big WhiteHouses for patriarchal elites
purchasing trumpian ego-greedy competitions
to conquer physical elective losses
with mentally unhealthy unbalancing wins
against SuperEgo's timeless ultra-violet, climate
Green Gaia/Diana Goddess, client
Holy Matriarchal Spirit, common
EarthSoul's ZeroZone, everyday
whatever within healthy core
LeftBrain label you prefer, bling
because of early childhood market language
and competitive culture, nurturing
neurological and psychological development.
EarthSouls learns more in an outside voices hour
observing our trumpian landscapes within
and without
than would be possible in a humane domesticated lifetime
of ignoring what neither God nor Goddess could love,
Absence of prime WinWin creative relationship
robustly ultra-violet not not light
ecstatically deep resilient color speaking
non-trumpian resonance, positive energy
multiculturally peopled
and polyculturally populated, democracy
within merging bilateral inside-outside health, integrity
in religious liberal loving consciousness
with multicultural soul-conserving unconsciousness
of cognitively dissonant trumpian winds
and cold, wet winter estuaries, hope
terrorizing elite polynomial faith
in irrational left without right
unloved remainders.
What if....?
Death was a lottery,
With a Powerball price of a million dollars
Will people still queue up to play?
What if death was a clock, and you had one option
To either fast forward, pause, or rewind it; What will your option be?
What if death was a bank, and one could advocate with it;
Request death forgiveness, death deferment, or death forbearance?
What about death refinancing or death equity?
What if death was like a touch tone phone
And one could put death on hold;
Press zero to bypass mesmerizing angels of death at the reception;
And pally or advocate directly with death?
What if death was a court,
And one could ask for an interlocutory injunction,
Or death arbitration, death adjournment or deferment?
What if death was a wish,
Will beggars still elect to ride, or bolt like Usain?
What if death was cash and carry,
Will the rich, high and mighty,
Be so generous with their cash, as they are to brand names like:
Ferrari, Bugatti and Louis Vuitton?
Or will they chicken out like a cold Turkey?
What if death was a rain check
Will people Queue up to cash in on it?
What if death was like a set of clothes
And one could change from it
Like a Snake discards it's old and worn out skin?
What if death was a marathon
Who would elect to first breast the tape?
What if death was a school or an exam,
And one could do a remediation, carry death over,
Select another elective, or take a death sabbatical?
What if death was an essential commodity
Would you put it on layaway
And make installment plan ?
What if death was a widow,
Will people still accept a widows mite? What if.....?
A night fairy fantasy with a magic blue umbrella
levitating into a phantasmal world of silver dragon flies
She is a Fairy Damsel with 24 gold petals
dancing to the spellbinding tune of a Pixie Brigadoon;
Unaffected by time in this far remote little place,
everything is left behind, even reality...
Enter into this Sanctuary of pure Make Believe
and just like Mary Poppins who was wind blown from the east
you too can be transported into a time and place
where magic is sprinkled, with elective grace ;
A six inch Fairy with a whimsical pose
is calling out to you o'er a flaming cauldron,
Two dragonfly wings and a touch of fairy dust
here take a sip
if you find it too strong, we can always re-adjust.
August 16 2022
Our Great Commission involvement’s motive…
Is it just a mere display of our desire to be active???
It should not be out of leisure’s elective or pleasure’s incentive---
Let's work for the Lord’s glory* thru His directive to be heavenly productive!!!
Our Great Commission involvement’s advancement…
Is it just a mere execution of our pursuit for self-fulfillment???
It should not be out of fleshly energy in performing our assignment---
Let's labour in the Lord’s vineyard by His empowerment in our commitment!!!
Our Great Commission involvement’s consistency…
Is it just a mere break in our routine to add variety to schedule so busy???
It should not be out of urgency devoid of spiritual persistency---
Let's serve upon the Lord’s prodding with faithfulness’ fervency!!!
Our Great Commission involvement’s partnership…
Is it just a mere exercise of our civil dealings because of worldly friendship???
It should not be out of what we can get from brethren’s fellowship---
Let's edify the Lord’s saints with love and respect in our anointed stewardship!!!
*1Corinthians 10:31 ... Whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.
December 13, 2018
I reached retirement age a year ago,
but still I like to teach and so I do,
but three days now instead of four a week.
I start at 9 and finish up by 2.
I love my students, and I joke with them.
My class most fun is an elective: Film,
but first class of the day I love the most
because our foreign students need it most.
It’s grammar, and without it, other skills
fall flat. I feel that it’s my strongest suit.
Although my major happened to be Spanish,
I felt inadequate, nor did I want
to teach our teens so little motivated.
One doesn’t get paid well in ESL,
but students are adults who wish to learn.
My personality goes great with teaching
since I love words and knowing how they work.
I get to be creative and tell stories
to illustrate my point to students who
appreciate me. From them I learn too!
I came to poetry in my mid-40’s.
I’d only written stories in my high school,
I now use poetry to write about
all sorts of things, by using classic forms
in which the structure of a sentence matters.
I love poetic elements such as
alliteration, rhyme and metaphor.
I’d never make a stunning free verse poet.
Iambic beat came coursing through my veins,
and led me to the way I write today,