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When I'm preparing my garden
for the drama of planting
a multicultural communion
lovely above
and interdependently rooted below,
inside human voices
sound pre-occupied with unremediated mediocrity,
unreality,
what does not richly nurture
what cannot deeply re-nature.
Non-violent communication,
like poetry,
and planting,
is about HOW co-relational win/win messages
therapeutically happen,
metaphorically co-arise consciousness.
Compassionate communication theory,
and love experience,
are about WHY co-relational win/win messages
are healthy-wealth optimizing,
and happen, and do not happen,
enough in each win/lose suffering
competitive
egocentric day
on anthrocentric mis-cultured,
capital-infested,
distractedly inhumane
unreal Earth.
Whether our analysis is driven by compassionate communication
gesture,
behavioral structure,
bilaterally supportive mindfulness,
or win/win bicameral game theory
or healthy/pathological custodial systems
regenerative opportunity/degenerative risk-avoidance analysis,
or co-relational left/right
ego/eco-recentering intervention technologies,
We all,
from west to east,
from north to south,
from left to right,
from day to night,
from green to ultra-violet,
from explicate to implicate,
from flower to root,
want to improve political and personal nutritional relationships,
opportunities for growing win/win robust consensus
consciousness,
and minimize toxic and high-risk absence of co-relational
therapeutic
supportive intent.
We all want to grow mindfulness
of intra- and inter-personal healthy communication
pasts,
futures,
nondually present here with now.
Politically incorrect zero-sum competitive communication,
win/lose egocentric miscommunication,
and anthrocentric excommunication
cause global ill-being
Just as politically correct win/win EarthCentric communication
effects and affects
healthy well-being.
Whether in my real world garden
of cooperative intent,
or on my unreal gridiron
of competitive grand delusions.
Lockdown over, I had to head to school
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I looked weird, in need of a breathing space
with that mask and my glasses, nothing remained of my face!
High time I proceeded with the warming up
avoiding to preach or give a negative heads up
A perplexed look in my pupils eyes I could see
a strong desire to build in them a motivational esprit
***
Nothing has changed, me doing all the talking
in day dreams they seemed to be sinking
My voice in the void echoed, "am I speaking Chinese?
I'm afraid, these are but the English language abcs!"
'If you can't turn the page, burn the book'. "Would you please paraphrase?
not all at once, please, one at a time as always!"
***
"Sorry teacher, we didn't bring our textbooks"
I was maddened but they got nothing from my looks
"Teacher, isn't burning books wrong and bad?!"
I felt deeply disappointed but could nothing add!
I see you've been learning English off by heart!
and with revision you've torn your minds apart!
***
We are wise and curious, teacher! glued to our smart phones
learning from Peaky Blinders.. Breaking Bad.. and Game of Thrones!
I thanked God I was wearing that shielding mask
I could resist my rage and carry off the teaching task.
To my pen, a deep gratitude for such a relief
such a consuming task could make funny and brief.
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.
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i do
edvard i
and
al'uv'us
we
ofttimez 'neath
wander
Yahweh's
Magnificence n'all
shamrocks
kentucky blue grass
n'love
anywho
edvard hern
hear'd
frolick'n flutter'n
decorously
"((put'er back
she's yours
not
edvard))"
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I remember when
we asked about the quality of schools
before buying a house.
Now we know,
whether house shopping or not,
the educational outcomes will not be good
however better some than most,
yet now we need to ask about the quality of the local police department
before selecting a house
where they might prefer battering rams to open doors
over a more civil knock,
might prefer shooting to asking questions.
I remember when
we asked how liberating from wars
and violence
and oppression
our political candidates could imagine
and rhetorically explicate,
hope to promise.
Now we too seldom hope
for such vision of lofty and deeply rich heights,
and we need to ask the Government Economic Analysts
how many more will lose basic health and safety care-receiving,
because we cannot choose to care for all
in the latest version
of the virulently fascist anti-health bill.
.
az soon az
mine
enterz (fromg cut'n logz ")
and mine
lovez it
and yuh know
my alwayz
loooks
baaaack
*mine dear fellowz.....i got it!
yep...thus thuh explicate....
poetrysoup allowz no other languagez! mine title vide
supra soundz too rough in this write for me..thus, y'all
may copy this particular write and post it if you wish,
with this title..."trompe-l'œil"...if y'all know'd this ar-
tistic express; self explanatory...it'd be nice to see thuh
write thuh way edvard whisper'd ')
.
how'd explicate
my
her hand made
jean skirt
shorts
'gainst mexican
that
camber'd taut
bare midriff
note
mouthful
'gainst thuh creek
front mine
kiss shut
me
me up
tite
. yep
just it be
az that in thuh space
'bove thuh
cloudz
yep
thuh ether
though not in full
rotund
hern less than weak
peruse uv me
mine eyne
i
hm
yeah no
pray'd
yet
she had me explicate
non placet
shnap
")
.
frolic'n in the
temperate grasslandz
'hind my inviolable haunt
thuh eager nymph
whilst mine digits 'pon slip
explicate such wander
hern learnz me
diaphanous white frocks
fresh out uv thuh
chilly creek
cauze think
mine think
thinks
'bout
hern
naked 'neath
peachy
blush'n bloom'n
rosette sheath
az we speak'd
.
edvard narrate
shall
"I believe in
home made piez
babiez
my man"
ohh say'dit
she
"and I'll straighten
her red curlz out
if she winks again"
stop postcardz
thuh
panniez
locks
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