Long Formation Poems
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Ego is the label psychology gives us
to describe our ecoconscious experiences,
those cooperatively-nutritionally sustaining climate health
internal and external climates and landscapes
cultures and networks
primal relationships
and those competitively-toxically assaulting climate health,
internally and externally devolving
decaying RightBrain-Body feelings
and LeftBrain worded anthropocentric thoughts
of ego/eco-passions and dispassions
internal/external confluent
when not dissonant,
dissociated
When re-associated
without 'ego' off-centering preference,
without attachment to "independent" ego empire building
Non-0-sum
nonverbal
non-violent
interdependent polypathic-polyvagal awareness,
internal ego-forming as externally eco-formed
beginning with Brain-Body formation,
empathic trust Crown dominant
within matriarchal Root nutritional paradise
of embryonic climate health.
EcoMother emerges Ego development
through our Exodus from Eden's Genesis
birth canal emergence into Earth Tribe
regenerating/degenerating Earth's climate health/pathology.
Ego health begins and ends
enveloping healthy compassionate contentment
in our own interdependently languaged thoughts-with-feelings skin,
bicameral hearts,
bicameral brains,
polyvagal bodies,
Crown to Root spinal cords
neuro-sexsensory systems
living inside eco-sexsensory systems...
To grow a healthy Ego
is to become polypathically ecoconscious of climate therapies,
internal and external,
anthro/ecologically symbiotic.
Symbiotic relationship
is a term evolutionary theory gives us
to regenerate an organic theology
of ego/eco transubstantiation
sacred ecological purpose
toward polyculturally interdependent robust climates
of thriving democratic life-care systems.
Ego LeftBrain words and economic and political thought
and practice, practice, practice,
emerge from Elder RightBrain matriotic eco-consciousness
to become more cooperatively Animus/Anima grace-full
co-arising
belonging-mind/safe-body
consciousness.
Ego is a label for ecoconscious nurturing trust,
and lack thereof,
in regenerating compassionate economic and political experience,
and degenerative lack thereof.
Hope goes off,
Grace sets in.
Time says bye,
Heaven comes near.
Flood parades trough;
Looming mistakes chagrin...
Courage don't cry,
Hasten hearts cheer.
Mind heave sigh,
Late warning waves.
Goodbye draw closer,
Fearful lost night.
Complain moves nigh,
Fans digging graves.
Even the grocer-
"Formation isn't right."
Everyone with ideas,
Of his own.
The coach's wrong
Formation hits back.
Fans better corneas,
Are off cornerstone.
True ones belong,
To hopeless comeback.
Up Man United!
I enjoyed it;
End so excited,
Arguably opponent admit.
HEAR SOMEONE TALKS WITHIN
tiniest naked soul light paved its way
in immaterial Universe along with Supreme Soul's wish
begun to feel Him without bodily sense
came to know Him having no formation
with no eyes saw Him at first
reasoned for His reason
sent to material Universe
so here on earthly world
He has beautiful purpose
after formation forgot everything in crowd of desires
try to maintain self material scheme
now "i am I" never miss to feel
I a sensational virus used without any defense
I do I am myself my wealth my gain
my family my my my.....only my.......and I
enriching ego even by causing loss to others
I is false we all are one absolutely true
unconsciously causes loss of true gain
where soul keeps its silence as evidence
hear someone talks within
Nature versatile on evolution.
originates from inorganic state,
transcends into organic formation.
Flora and Fauna flourishing at best.
Entwined turbulence-tranquility.
Nurturing caring or being hostile.
Mysterious carrying beast and beauty.
Radical display of hues on own style.
Crimson creation- Charcoal extinction:
Nature smarter than Science to progress.
World runs, rushes in Nature’s discretion
Where to cling, where to mold, where to digress.
Blind process, yet precise on perfection.
Nature versatile on evolution.
I strolled appease through the tall underbrush
admiring the tall lush green trees and
the tranquil mingling sounds of the seen and unseen creatures
I glance up into the heavens and admire
the tall green spearing pines as it rebinds
into a canvas painted ocean of blue,
scattered downy white clouds
and the sun radiating from behind
with birds in a V-formation flying in place with grace
The wondrous mountain range with the tall timber embrace
We meet under the rock shelter behind a beautiful waterfall
hidden under the fallen timber and pine branches
The sounds of the roaring crashing waterfall
descending and plunging down into a blue plungpool
forming white foam and rainbow vapors
I rush to his waiting arms
Wet and shivering from the water mist of the waterfall
I look at him with a flirtatious seductive tease
and arouses his blustery Sasquatch fury
We embrace till our heart melts into each other as one
in the concealment of the hidden shelter
behind the sounds of the waterfall
and melt into love
© Eve Roper 4/24/2015
The eagle has landed
A very electric man who has vast riches
has hitherto behaved as your next-door neighbor
he might think he is that neighbor
He is not
An eagle sits on top of a tree, on branches further
down lesser birds that fly in formation
the eagle flies alone and harbors a loathing for
ducks and gees
He knows argumentative crows can be bothersome
he leaves a trail open for them, a path
that he can pretend to join when a hunt is not
disturbing the eagle's instinct
This is, if we like it or not, the way the nature
someone is doomed to be the leader
to keep the rabbits in check, les they should demand equity
Doomed Horizons
Twisted vines of thorny fingers
Wrap the entrance to this place
Ripping flesh and bandaged whispers
Outlines dark of saddened trace
Carving names in weathered forecasts
Those who fall before it’s due
Leaning off to glimpse the future
Never once a grumbled clue
Placing frowns of lost persuasion
Drawing lines in charcoal sands
Daring one then yet another
Shouting out in loud demands
Gather here for time is wasting
At the edge where hearts now break
Watching as the waves they beckon
Out beyond the landslide wake
Take your spot, a crowd is forming
Cloudy skies will call your name
Step up to the planned formation
Only you are now to blame
Spread your arms in bird-like fashion
Forgetting that you can not fly
Waiting is your destination
Following the tears you cry
You will reach the sorted bottom
Past the point of no return
Hurry now, the sun is setting
Doomed horizons quickly burn
12/06/16
Written for the Point of No Return poetry contest
Hosted by Nicola Byrne
........ of the day
we see magic display,
as sun burns through thin haze,
the horizon ablaze.
A veil of low stratus
and high silver cirrus
give a cool morning hue
against sky of deep blue.
Silver turns into gold,
drives out morning cold.
Now clouds start to converge
and their frayed edges merge.
In wispy formation
new colour creation
with pale shades of pastel
so soft and so subtle.
Some peach turns to pink
but is gone in a blink.
Then thick cumulus stack
and clump to white flock
that reflects the sun's rays
in a rich amber blaze.
Thus begins our new day
with a sunrise display.
There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence.
He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent as snow. To enforce this impossible law he sent countless envoys to every corner of the land. Every creature was informed. No birds can sing. No dogs must bark. No man, woman or child could speak their needs and must now make them known by signs. Even the very thunder was ordered to be mute.
The penalty of course was death. Few were able to obey.
Flocks of birds were shot from the heavens. Dogs were slain before their master’s eyes. All the trees were stripped of leaves lest the wind should sigh through them. Brooks were frozen so water could not splash or gurgle down the stream beds.
It was like a permanent winter with bare trees and frozen ground.
Children at play were wiped out without mercy. Cows being herded were bombed for lowing. This unmerciful killing went on for many years.
The merest sound so angered the King that he ordered atrocious punishments for offenders that he did not kill.
The talents of artist were in great demand as they painted cards for all occasions for people to flash. in lieu of speaking. The effect on the population was to cause the formation of many covert societies where secret meetings, when betrayed, were raided and countless murders committed by the ‘silence’ enforcers.
The King was greatly feared by everyone and dubbed “Snowman - the Silencer”
Generations of good people were wiped out. Countless noisy species were hunted to extinction. Music was never heard or played.
Silent clocks were invented. Sound-proof rooms were built. Some desperate parents, to protect their children, opted to have their babies larynx-es removed at birth.
The King was surrounded by silent apathetic, joyless subjects.
The King’s obsession had effectively destroyed all the people, the life and the environment around him.
How much easier it would have been, if he, in wanting silence had only thought to destroy his own eardrums.
While floating in a tranquil way
Green and yellow ducklings had a lot to say
They swam up and down the stream
Living the dream
Showing formation as a family team
Until one day there was an interruption
Beaver, Inc. building corruption
“What is this?!”
Lead duck did hiss
“It’s a dam,”
Said construction fore beaver Dan
Who was contracted to create a traffic jam
“You are bothering the traveling flow
You know”
Replied the duck
About this idea by the beavers to make a buck
“It will be good
Made from sturdy timber wood
Guaranteed to stop over water running
While we beavers are sunning
Stop drop a half a buck
We wish you good luck”
One beaver gave an address
Explaining progress that was right now a mess
“What a beaver dam
Scam
Fifty cents is nearly a dollar,”
Those ducks were giving a holler
It was then it began
A Beaver State civil stand
If the orange and black
Are successful in the academic sporting attack
They will be able to purchase dam supplies
Twining around those ducking cries
On top of that there would be a silver contribution
Since this was a thoughtful solution
To allow the Beaver to enjoy a recreational bake
During the summer time break
But if the ducks take home a win
Those beavers will be contacting their next of kin
When the critters go to sun bathe
There will be no dam to stop the wave
Created by the ducks swimming thru
Staying cool
Getting ready to study real hard in school