Long Energy Poems
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Space
between
stars is not
empty at all.
But vast quantities
of neutrinos, atoms,
molecules and dark matter
with photons from radiation
ranging wide from highest energy
to low grade cosmic microwave background.
Bubbling plasma in interstellar space
contains charged particles all over
embowered by soft cosmic glow.
Space between stars increasing
as stars receding far
from one another .
Universe on
expansion
to run
on.
Who are you
on your best WiseElder day,
in your healthiest culture reinvesting place
and time?
I am an ecological theology writer
with my pen,
a fighter
with my punishing,
shaming and blaming words,
a delighter
without swords
for unnecessary self-defense.
Who are you?
I am a parent
and a gay white son
married to a proud black man
of parents who taught nature as not spirit,
and spirit as not nature,
logos as not mythos,
Yang as not Yin,
rather than the other co-arising facing
nondualistic Way.
Who are you?
I am a seeker
of transparency
in multicultural love
for work as play
as fun
as joy.
Who are you?
I am a Tao-parent
of and for polypathic deep learning synergy
of racing LeftBrain Yangish health
with way less wealth
of guns
and Might
makes LeftBrain authoritarian
Right.
Who are you?
I am active Hope
sometimes graceful,
going out of my listening way
to avoid prideful,
needful,
lack of speech soulful,
without gratitude
for positive energy attitude.
I am for democracy of cooperative nutritional health trends
and grand green and blue wealthy river bends;
I am Hope for golden ends
and means
and ways
and ratios
and elixirs,
medicines
and meditations
and ultra violet bilateral therapies
of full-spectral colors and resonance,
sound and resilience.
Who are you?
I am a matcher
of ego
with Earth's economic justice.
I am a hatcher
of Left with RightWing Holy Synergistics.
I am a snatcher
restoring just pro-life rightness
nondual EarthEast
with Western PostMillennial
EcoLogistics.
I am a WinWin pearl nabber
regenerating DNA
with RNA,
healthing cultural PolyPhonetics.
Who are you?
I am a singer
and a dancer,
a double-bound winger
and a love prancer.
Who are you?
I am notnot you
as we co-arise cooperative identities together.
I am notnot self-uniting
as we co-gravitate to sacred gather.
Who are you?
In a ballet of restrictive and
stifling carriage, we strike into
the depths of our imagination
and boundless intuition on a
rollercoaster soaring free from
rigid clips, venturing into a cosmic
sphere where dreams take flight,
on Saturn's rings,
exhilarating twists and turns.
Firm on the grand stage,
we play roughly and smoothly,
each length, a part of nature's layers.
Flames cannot be known by names
alone, until a touch signifies its
friendliness, an improvised whirl
flows from each planet's curves,
a feeling extended to its neighbours.
We shamelessly surrender to
the rhythm of the divine,
navigating each realm
through our inner voice,
slowly bringing it to reality,
where we find our worth in
positive existence.
Nature's wings sting through the
murmurs of rustling trees.
The twirl of the winds sings
whispers of vibrations.
Silent energy embraces the soul
of the moon, giving us insights
where we paint through without
worrying about the result.
Entangled in the sweet rhythm
of unknown tones with languages
that stir you into another dimension,
beating to the smile of strangers,
soaring high just to see low.
Play tags without keeping taps.
Read dialogues to friends with
no lines, go unnoticed in perfection,
craving attention so you live without scripts.
Discarding narrow thought flow crutch
We learn directly by soft touch
And what we garner we relay
To the vast void in childlike play
Entwined this with the universe
We dance without the need to rehearse.
The story goes that the Buddha sat down under a tree
Some say he was idle and simply tired and just fell asleep
Called it meditation and could not decide where to go
The Middle Way
In voluntary composure he grew lean in mind and in body
The trimmings of life left to the way side he changed
Himself and the world and suffered happily ever after at
Cross Roads Without Nails
Had been a Prince and a beggar and fortune seeker for
A very long while as he cast his ragged soul for a few figs
Begging bowl in hand a loin cloth the only material hold
No Snake For Temptation
Suffering and the suffering of nascent Four Noble Truths
Seedlings fell from a canopy of leaves fruit and shelter
Eternity planted a forest of growth one pause at a time
Practice In Woods Of Restraint
Dehydration confused vision with paranoia and hunger set in
Troubling doubts meta-morphed into unwavering certainty
But he never lost faith and never hurt any sentient being
Do Not Do Unto Others
Storms raged and rain licked his lips when thunder and lightning
Humbly collected enlightening energy and modest illumination
A frightening regime but no punishing prophesies bound for hell
Not Even Religion
I own an allotment of plentitude granted by undeserved privilege
Rice on shelves of consumption and fruit from all over the world
A bag full of immodest riches and intricate robes made in the East
Fast Car And Places To Go
And yet I long for simplicity resurrection and the loving embrace
Of wise worms in the garden and a sustainable Past Present Future
As the scorching sun foreshadows a climate of hatred and anger
I Planted A Fig Tree Today
29th December 2019
The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life
Mondays are good, nice and easy,
never make me even a little queasy.
You see, there' s two days quite different
before, so a clear message gets sent.
Mondays I plan, fresh energy sizzles
Problems can start if there's rain or drizzles.
Tuesday's fine; especially if it is!
Thursdays though – I often forget
thinking it's Wednesday, I don't fret.
Woops the deadline's gone
I need an apology song!
Written 3 August 2018
Entered in Brian Strand's August 2018 Premiere Contest
"The Last of the Letters - Z" is a poem that personifies the letter Z, giving it a distinctive voice and character. The poem is structured into four quatrains and uses rhyming couplets to create a playful and whimsical tone.
The first stanza establishes the unique qualities of the letter Z, emphasizing its sharp edges and zigzag form. The letter is personified as proud and distinctive, and its position as the last letter of the alphabet is emphasized.
The second stanza contrasts the letter Z with more common letters like A, B, and C, emphasizing its status as a letter of surprise. The poem suggests that the letter Z is a sound of buzzing bees and the zip of a zipper, which creates a sense of liveliness and energy.
The third stanza reinforces the importance of the letter Z as the last letter of the alphabet. The poem suggests that the letter is unforgettable and has a lasting impact on language and communication.
The fourth stanza concludes the poem by emphasizing the importance of the letter Z as a final stroke of a pen and the end of words and stories. The poem suggests that the letter Z is forever young and will continue to be a part of language and communication.
Overall, "The Last of the Letters - Z" is a playful and lighthearted poem that uses personification to give the letter Z a distinctive voice and character. The poem emphasizes the unique qualities of the letter and its importance in language and communication. The use of rhyme and playful language creates a sense of fun and whimsy, making the poem a joy to read.
Seeping through every pore of our bodies
Through every aspect of nature's bearings
Runs a certain energy that we have come to know
Some call it conspiracy, some call it witchcraft
That only those with lunacy can truly feel it
What we have come to term with the word "magic"
Whether in a crystal that took millions of years to form and shape
A flower that just blossomed in the spring
Or water falling from up above in the chaos of the sky
The question is, are you one of the ones who can feel it?
Radiating so intensely you can almost see it
Creating feelings of tranquility, protection, and more
Through study and observation, one can master this magic
And turn the simplistic, into the complex
Make one emotion, a full on experience instead
In the world I wish to create, this force rules all
We tame the calamity, and forge it into paradise
Waves crashing upon shores, becoming rain, becoming more
And one day I will have it fully mastered
Bent to the will of the alchemist
So that even the idea of negativity itself may have a cure
The morning is walking in its own pride
And courage is leaning by my side
The sun is rising up from the east
and fire is burning in the belly of the beast
Morning is shining all over the place
And the evening sun is melting their faces
Strange things are happening in town
And the multitude is moving around
With bags on backs and babies
Strapped to their mother’s bosom
And young children holding on
to their mother’s frock.
I don’t know where they are going
But they are moving, the birds on the line
Are bidding them goodbye as
They hurry to board the express train
One family struggle in the crowd
dragging the overweight
Suit case on the ground
Leaving more than years of their life
Behind them hoping that life in the new
place will treat them kind as they battle
with the unknown on their mind.
There is movement everywhere and
It cause the people to fear.
No one knows what is happening
But all that they can see
Is the universe moving with the sea
And the sun is running in front of it.
Oh silent one in the sky
Come and minister to my
Soul before my spirit dies
The circumstances around me
is draining my energy, there is no place
to abide here for chaos is everywhere in the
street and it is disrupting my heart beat
The skies have turned blue and the sun is in full swing
But something under the heavens makes me want to sing
There is no time to think so leave that place before the
The earth starts to blaze; smoke is bellowing from the other side
And there isn’t enough time, grab what you can find and run
Before you perish from the heat in the earth and the energy
Radiating from the burning sun
Oh silent one in the sky
Come and help us before
The earth opens its boiling gut.
The internet is making me mad, taking my energy, causing me sad.
I am so irritated and out of control, I could cry for sure.
The internet has crashed today, and made me terribly mad.
I am so angry, I feel grouchy, mean, and less than pure.
The internet which I did not even know about a few years ago,
is causing me distress, causing me to feel quite low.
The internet has given me so many new friends, as you know.
I have no idea what will happen if he becomes a foe.
He has been my friend in so many ways, lifting me up.
Bringing me friendships who make me happy while I troll and sup.
The internet has crashed at my house today. Sound the alarm.
In person I am doomed to be friendless, for I have no charm.