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Help us to be the always hopeful gardeners of the spirit
who know that without darkness
nothing comes to birth
as without light
nothing flowers. ~ May Sarton
And
empower us to become
the always natural gardeners
mindful of cooperative metaphysical spirits
cultivating sun lightened days
and calming Earth empowering nights
Aware that with only darkness
every relationship comes to degeneration
Aware that with only light
nothing comes to full-term healthy fruition
Aware that with no light
nothing regenerates fertile blossoms
Aware that with no darkness
no silence
no winter
no deep sacred listening,
nothing roots uniting empathy
or transformative change
toward growing fresh
and wholesome integrity
Of sacred plants
with their people
sharing this EarthGarden planet.
He used his tool and got it wet
And he had no regret.
If you play with matches you can get burned
This is the lesson they’ve yet to learn.
Her menstation came a bit late, and on the
Results she had to wait.
It came back positive just like she knew
Now there was something she had to do.
She confronted him with the news
His response was : “this child you must lose “.
I’m too young to be a dad- cause of a little fun we had “
Now the thought weighed heavy on her mind
Should I abort? Do I have the time?
There is a child growing in me, and taking its life
I just can’t see.
GOD has given me the most beautiful gift to man
Although this wasn’t a part of my plan.
I will raise him on my own, and to that dead beat dad
I’ll throw some stones.
A single parent living in a house all alone
No electricity and no phone.
Bill collectors at the door, has her wondering if she can
Hide any more.
She was abandoned during her pregnancy
With no friends or family.
The biggest lesson she had learned
Was when she had to work thru her full term.
He said he loved her and would always be there
When told she was pregnant – he didn’t care.
He had to fulfill his sexual desire, and she was there
To put out his fire.
How can some men be so cruel, and think all women are the fools.
He claimed the child wasn’t his , and walked away with a grin.
She had made a mistake, but was no fool
She learned a lot while in school.
She put the welfare system to full use
To stop this man and his abuse.
They hunted him down and checked his DNA
And now this man has to pay.
Now she has the last laugh
As he’s paying thru his ASS.
Hey America, what do ya think of your Pres now?
Still think he’s a moderate?
Still think the virus came from a bat?
Still think your child needs to wear a mask?
Still think Jan 6 Committee isn’t a hyper-partisan circus?
Still think MAGAs riot but BLM & Antifa protest?
Still think Joe’s compos?
Still think he knows what day it is?
Still think Obama isn’t a racist divisive ass-hole?
Still think globalists first is better than America first?
Still think Hunter didn’t pay daddy his cut of dirty deals?
Still think all black criminals are victims?
Still think Joe is running the show?
Still think he’s got any clue?
Still think you have freedom of speech?
Still think you live in a democracy?
Still think Joe’s not a hostage to the radical left?
Still think diversity over merit ever works?
Still think Joe’s not Putin’s bit*h?
Still think he’s not a hair sniffing creep?
Still think Made in China is better than Made in USA?
Still think calling Covid the China Vi-rus is inherently racist?
Still think lockdowns and mandates work?
Still think woketardery isn’t a cancer on western civilisation?
Still think Joe cares about what you think?
Still think Antifa is just an idea?
Still think Trump bad but Cuomo good?
Still think Joe cares about your constitutional rights?
Still think you can be any gender you want?
Still think anyone gives a damn about your pronouns?
Still think censorship is good for our democracy?
Still think Joe speaks for you?
Still think the media don’t cover for him?
Still think Fauci hasn’t been lying all along?
Still think border cartels don’t love Democrats?
Still think the Great Reset isn’t a thing?
Still think the Russia hoax is real?
Still think it’s okay to kill full term babies?
Still think climate alarmism isn’t the con of the century?
Still think defunding the police makes black communities safer?
Still think George Soros isn’t an evil bastard?
Still think Critical Race Theory isn’t taught to your kids?
Still think Afghanistan wasn’t a clusterfu*k?
Still think Build Back Better isn't a disaster?
Still think open borders isn’t about demographic change?
Still think sleepy slow Joe is the great unifier?
Still think you would vote for Joe?
Hey America, what do you think of your Pres now?
Written: February 2022
A little flight takes off nearby
Oops! It does not drift into the sky;
A tailor bird delves into the nest,
feeds the chicks, the food best
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them "May I come in?"
Some babblers stare at me sullenly
Oh! They're aiding grownup kids fly.
Umpteen birds "Who's the mom?", I wonder!
"We live in community" they thunder.
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Common crow butterflies glide in the air,
and seek their host plants everywhere;
Finalized the pink oleander as their host plant
Soon, a kaleidoscope of butterflies gonna enchant
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
White bubbles encroach the green grass
Bubbles emanate cracking, become like glass;
Oh! A big head with small eyes emerges,
garden lizard raises and starts to diverge
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
Squirrels scamper everywhere
Munias, hoard millet seeds from here
Bulbuls, busy eating the worms
Biodiversity works in full term
So whenever I step into my garden
I ask them" May I come in?
she knew that road well
traveled it many times
in the past
that was the past
but when asked
she said "i do"
although she knew
knew it too well.
he knew too
probably more so than her
of troubled times
and sleepless nights
until the doors
slammed him awake
time and time again.
he took a new step
a different path
she followed him
down the narrow aisle
and when asked
said "i do"
until...
the moon, almost full term
stalked the sky
and poisoned his mind
until the night air
became thick, and muffled with screams
as it coughed up two lives
and painted an unborn sun
on a makeshift horizon
of asphalt and gravel
in a quiet town
that cries itself to sleep
down a road
it never knew existed.
she knew
and when asked
said "i do"
until death
do us part.
the doors
slammed him awake
time and time again
he knew that road
got sidetracked
now found his way back
but he knew
hell would be a lonely place
when the door
slammed him awake.
he walked it anyway
to the beat
of steel and asphalt
mingling with
stolen beads of sweat
from a crimson rise
that will never come
through lifeless eyes
or a door
that slams him awake
time and time again.
(about a convict that was released in a halfway house in the town i lived in...a quiet town...he remarried his wife...days later, he took her life and her daughters as people walked the streets....)
A beautiful,
radiantly pregnant,
lady liberty
swings back and forth across this Left to Right predominating stage
of political history.
As she recesses toward Left stage climax
she recedes from LeftBrain audience's co-evolving view
for one ecstatic, yet intellectually ambiguous, moment
sweeping a revolutionary change
away from monocultural history,
to re-emerge in royal blue skirt of virginal regenesis
and full-breasted naked multigenerational torso
laughing with us
at how hilarious this bicamerally polytultural opera
has resolved ultra-violating dissonance
and nuclear divisive fears
of nature-spirit fertile fusions.
This pregnant lady sings
in full-octave resonance
with us
as we become HerStorically ReStaged,
degenerating unwoken hypnotic LeftBrain trance
to once again regeneratively engage
nondual co-empathic stage presence
Swirling swings of spiraling inside/outside
mind/embodied-consciousness,
as day invites dream
dawning yet another radiant
singing,
liturgically dancing
Gaian evensong.
We're not even theoretically together
until this humane Lady Liberty sings
co-operatively with us,
globally togathering,
consuming and producing full-octave resonant resolutions,
resolving swinging spirals
Left to Right to regenerate Left again
toward Crown/Root
Sage/Muse eco-dominantly resonant circles
away from YangLeft dominating over YinRight.
YinRight inductions reconnecting
religioning toward more transparently empowering operas,
replacing patriarchal economic terrorism
with matriarch/patriarch musical-comedy
agapic feelings leading erotic thoughts
Cooperatively owned economics
with bipartisan co-governing politics,
no longer waiting to conjoin
this synergetic singing
pregnant Gaia's
laughing full-term compassions
Beautiful,
eternally pregnant climax promise,
liberated lady
swirling to and fro
with Left and Right winged stages
of Gaia's political history.
Just like the Haves and the Have-Nots
Are those thinking and thinking not,
Told that which is and what is not
Like what is truth and what is not.
---------------------------------------
We navigate life through extremes
With rancor at the core it seems.
So now "my way or the highway"
Mocks "road less taken by" today.
Exclusionists - deprivations
Autocrats - machinations
Denial of facts, implicit lies,
And truth is whitewashed, sanitized.
Now books are banned by "thought police"
As freedoms steadily decrease.
Revisionists - false narratives
Supremacists - false positives
If guns don't kill cruel actions will,
Filling more spaces on "Boot Hill."
While prayerful niceties are spun
They're only words with nothing done.
Separatists - disassociations
Militants - recriminations
Although Mad Hatter's hate is spread
The message is, at best, inbred.
While bigotry in direst form
Alive and well - and full term born.
Alarmists - distortions
Strategists - deviations
But now it seems we've lost our way
By trading worth for crass display.
The plan foretold - clearly expressed
Spells widespread change and much unrest.
The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea
The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked
It would be fair time afore it sought the lee
With the slams and the pitching the ship could be wracked.
The foc'sle went down, the stern rose on high
And in the next instant the ship yawed aside
The water rushed in torrents, the Bo'sun heaved a sigh
If the hatches gave way, then woe betide.
The men on the watch were tied to their posts
The lookouts puked blood, the buckets were filled
They stood out limned as outworldly ghosts
Clamping teeth with their might, their bones fully chilled.
The wind was a-roaring, it blew off the 'rafts
The riggings danced the stays started steaming
The boats in the davits went banging abaft
The klaxons went wild as they started their screaming.
"Abandon ship" blared the hailer as the Cap stood on the bridge
And soon was heard a sound that all hoped never to hear
A tearing, a snap, a boom, for gone was the ridge
Of the keel gave up it's struggle unable to bear.
The Cap stood his post as his men jumped overboard
Wrote in his log in indelible ink
Today I commend these lost souls unto thee my Lord
At this lat and this long did my doughty ship sink.
Thus ends my tale of those souls lost at sea
Not uncommon to those whose sea-legs are firm
For a tough life's their lot unlike the land lubbery
I've denied Davy Jone's Locker, I have served my full term.
~04 Jun 2016~
Earned to date,
nee absolute zero
academic bankable bragging rites
explained arduous, horrendous, onerous
agonizing, heartbreaking,
nerve wracking travails
hamstringing, hijacking, hobbling...
maximization of potential
e'er since yours truly
begat when ma dada
fired off his johnny rotten sex pistol
handy dandy blues clues unsheathed
ejaculated gun - lobbed more'n blanks
scoring bullseye pregnant truth
discovered ex post facto
yoked target with egg sealant aim
conceived coe idle upstanding ovation
fusion formed diploid
cell signifying zygote
activating, kickstarting, quickening
embryonic biological reproductive processes
intimating swell happening,
where linkedin rocketed payload
snookered triggered ultimately
yielded inchoate homunculus jackanapes
zapped out birth canal
ready for prime crying time
parturition players chemical romance loosed
yawping, writhing, tethering pipsqueak
full term newborn blasted,
the shocked monkey,
accompanied by archangel Peter Gabriel
trusty unnecessary dangling umbilical cord
obstetrician quickly severed
in utero air supply superfluous
initial gulps of oxygen
commenced fretful incessant laborious
ongoing ripsnorting unrelenting
said vicious trauma,
albeit begat courtesy
glommed deoxyribonucleic acid
mercilessly assailing psyche
metaphorically holding hostage
nee actually essentially cannibalizing
analogous to birthing simultaneous
diabolical identical twin doppelgänger
undermining since getco
proper holistic pursuits
evidenced when matriculating
learning fraught
shot thru with abysmal results
post high school
academic endeavors
evidenced by matriculation
without graduation incorporating
half dozen colleges/universities
earning measly grade point average
simultaneously accumulating
shoddy employment record
now saddled with unbridled
penuriousness - scratching out poetry
every now again
this brother grimm
writing endeavors feeble
becoming financially solvent.
A prolific poet
With a talented touch
He knew how to show it
Active, vocal as such
He loved a thoughtful write
Will be missed very much
A glowing, shining light
In his faith, standing firm
He had a deep insight
His wife, Deb would confirm
He wrote love from his heart
He served well his full term
A tribute to his art
On tearful diamonds built
From our minds, won't depart
Now walking on streets gilt
Our Kentucky friend, Milt.
3rd January 2023
"Keep writing, and keep entering contests, but never let the worth of what you write be judged by some contest. Know that your work is a reflection of what's in your heart and that is always rewarding! --your Kentucky friend, Milt"
(From one of his soupmails to me)