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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. "
Quote by _Constance La France
No annoyance of fall! No rile! No rage! No wrath ever!
Resignation, rather, O leaf, has been your endeavor!
Dead? I will never dare to say! You are like life, zestful,
Just your physique and psyche have made you a bit restful;
Isn't death, like the now-old frail flesh and blood of yours, a truth?
Doesn't the sweet thought of the resuscitation, your mind sooth...?
Winds shake your stay, like the angels carry the upright souls,
Don't dread or fled or fright though turbulence shatters your goals;
A prisoner and the police? A slave and the master?
Nay, you are like a child who is saved in a disaster;
Will creatures that do not alter their selves ever revive?
Midst your extrinsic decay, dear leaf, you're fully alive...!
The sky wears cozy costumes; the colors of clouds alter;
The sun and shower evade the earth; galaxies falter;
Earthquakes arise; volcanoes erupt; little flowers fade,
Within you, O leaf, are many an optimistic shade;
Move on with all miraculous powers and forces fair!
Till you dwell in dignity of divine decorum rare...!!!
05 June 2023
Writing Challenge - D Quotes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
You Fall ...
the ground of your reality dissolves in this
stream of distraction, this inconvenient passion
the mawkish pop music you mock
is now singing your story, as
your thoughts, your breath, your blood
all consumed by his eyes, his voice, his words
all the moments of his notice of you
painting your gray paper with extrinsic purple
and lavish green, filling your thirsty cup
with intoxicating attention, until time
is measured only by your meetings
You Stall...
hitting the invisible, inimical wall
penalized and ostracized
for presuming the right to ask why
for waking from complicit worship
for retaking your will and your mind
for staining his golden idol
with faith of the atheist
You Call...
for all his proud proclamations
he is a needy, greedy child
your adoration is his sun
your life force he feasts on
disenchantment is your release
from the prison of submission
his hollow heart, his churlish charm
all merely a false alarm-
9/10/18
Ursus Maritimus ...
I entered your world in quietude, slipping through the granular, soft.
Long slats to feet parting the frozen. Cold of a previously unknown
Extreme, nipping, sharp, the epidermis with ardor. A Mid-May akin to
February, homeward, first warning of extrinsic ire, ignored. Hours of
Similar (sobering) revelations ensued, supplanted by days, weeks,
Moons ... reality - icebound and born of abiding trial. The basic
Elements staggering, swallowed by the providence around me. A
Vastness beyond vast, afar ... crushing cold of limitless value, each
Sunrise a new contingency for measure of my insignificance. How I
Adored you for your beauty - such reward for the naked eye, there
Amidst a denuded struggle. Shaped by eons of selection into a
Creation of perfect form and ease, as at home with desolation as
I at a warm hearth and aliment. Moving sprite through your environs,
All senses attuned to the mind's axis ... at once knowing and known,
Master of a savage domain. Every dynamism a fluid dance, every
Steamed puff of exhalation a waif of delicacy, bespoken. Do not the
Gods aspire to such? If there were deities afforded such barren and
Bleak scapes, it would be none other than you - as exquisitely
Magnificent and divine as the forbidding but breathtaking element
Around you, my brother. Yet, I fear I have doomed you, for others
Will now follow ... others who find no such elegance in anything
But graft and greed. By the simple act of watching I may have
Sealed your fate, firm and grim. So, I will not turn to admire you
As I leave ... but rather keep you forever as a phantom in my mind
And heart and longings - to let you devour my spirit and join with
You, ever after straining to hear the echo of your lonely, distant
Growl, the one that so often haunts my thoughts and meanderings,
Dark and cold in the arctic night, dark and cold in the willows ...
Deep and frozen and dreaming, of your gleaming and breathless
Beauty. If but mine to touch ... to know. Forgive me and farewell ...
Brother Bear.
GodTalk,
like ManListen,
unfolds on a monotheistic
anthropocentric
prefrontal cortex map
Where cosmological belief systems
are either True
or bipolar oppositionally False
Either God is
or is not
recreated in Human sapient images
Intelligibly cognizing
an underlying
deeply sacred Gaia Hypothesis
neurosystemic
polyculturally connected
polyvagal sexsensory territory
Peak panentheistic sacred-felt
root to crown
body to mind communing experiences
emerging
maturing from organically inclusive relationships
Multigenerationally redundant
multiculturally reiterative
trustworthy
safe
healthy
peaceful
co-empathic pronoia belonging.
Normally trusted intrinsic values
and not always mistrusted extrinsic disvalues
FatherSun sacred enlightenment maps
polyvagally crown-rooted
in EarthMother trust and distrust
empowering democratic intention
and disempowering autocratic over-extension
Organically felt healthy values
deeply etched
in elder RightBrain stem
embodied pleasure/displeasure
sacred sexsensory nerve communication systems
Of nonverbal and preverbal
paranoia anxious
and pronoia anticipating
dissonance questioning
and resonance questing
complex neurosystemic
dipolar co-arising
both/and felt paradoxical appositions
Dissociative body conservation
and/or
associative mind liberation
Dispassionate root
mind and body
map and territory organic systems
surviving
and/or
thriving
compassionate crowning flower
of co-passionately rooted
anthropocentric co-intelligence.
Nonverbally felt intuitions
upflowing toward verbally thought cognitions
informing win/win bilaterally communing
thriving/threatening polyvagal communication
Inspiring
irreligious dissociative retribution
and/or
re-ligious associative restoration
crown/root sacred transformation
Discontented uneasy organs
and/or
peace-contented healthy brains
Cognitively longing minds
to autocratically survive
and/or
intuitively belonging bodies
to democratically thrive.
On the 7th day of Christmas
it was new year’s eve,
and on that midnight 2025 ended
- just like that -
with the poof of fireworks.
Did we have to rush right into 2026?
No. We could have talked about it,
and come up with a better alternative.
We’ve all seen money
- you know, dollars, euros and pounds - right?
Those little pieces of paper have no intrinsic value
- we all just agree on their worth.
We should've channeled that extrinsic power and agreed on something else,
Like deciding that the year after 2025 would be 2029.
You know, the midnight when 2025 ended - poof - 2029 could’ve begun.
We’re all adults - must we amortize this horrible mistake we made?
Think about it - Donald Trump would’ve been out of the White House in days.
Or is it the ‘Trump-Gold-House’ now?
It’s hard to keep up with CrAzY.
.
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Songs for this:
That's Me Trying - William Shatner