Long Futures Poems
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Greedy Leonore was despised, distrusted and unloved,
born with ugly futures, her life was a relentless torment;
she harbored rage for not being a stunning beauty.
sweetness lacked in her words immensely cold,
her youth was lived enjoying a deceitful moment;
she sold her abused body for pleasure and money.
Such a deabolic spirit expressed itself adequately
with a character fabricated by a desire for riches;
not even a queen possessed a wealth like hers,
how did Leonore acquire it if she was raised in rags?
This seems a fable, but in truth iit"s no mystery...
trace her footsteps, discover her many cunning ways.
Behind the scenes hides the malcontent Albert,
he hears her rehearsal and has reason to lament,
" I fell for Leonore, gave her everything I had;
I squandered fortunes to show her a dazzling world...
was she worthy of loving me or receiving a generosity
which has left me broke...making a living so humbly? "
"Leonore, deceitful Leonore...your envy of other women
who are gentlle and beautiful angers you to commit murder,
don't allow the insanity contaminate the blood in your veins;
I may be the last victim of a merciless and maddened mistress,
will others quickly fall for you and go insane with nothing to own?
Should I come forward and warn them of the unforeseen danger? "
Written on 8/21/2016
The darkness has passed and the morning has come
The birds sing hello to the day
But you lay there'til you and the pain become one
Willing all but your sorrow away
.
What happened the girl full of wonder and awe
Who dared steal your thunder away
Who took all the dreams and the visions you saw
And coloured them empty and grey
.
Don't let your tomorrows
be written in stone
The past has a will of its own
See through the lies all the clear crystal skies
And the future's not written in stone
.
You've given me hope and a chance to believe
And the wonderof living again
The Stars hurt my eyes now the darkness can grieve
For the loss of one more of its friends
.
The reason's been blowing too long in the wind
The answers too vague to define
We've all had a past and all sinners have sinned
Your sorrow's as ageless as time
.
Don't let your tomorrows
Be written in stone
The past has a will of its own
See through the lies all the clear crystal skies
And the futures not written in stone
Written: April 05, 2024
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Whispers, as tongues, do speak.
I've become entangled in this show
In a world where darkness seek
Betwixt the radiant melody's glow,
An obscuring veil of a single syllable.
Oh, an aged tree with a soul of willable
An event witnessed throughout history.
Control appears as decades of consistory.
Whispers with subtle, loving elegance.
Carried by the wind embrace.
Myths unravel, secrets lack eloquence
In the ethereal sphere of space.
Roots, akin to tendrils, intertwine,
Binding us to a shared lineage divine.
They reach deep into the earth's embrace,
Connecting us to a joint past's grace.
Weaving our futures, intertwined,
A tapestry of dreams, combined.
Threads of hope and love, entwined,
In this cosmic dance, we find.
Difference between
Who am I?
and
What am I for?
What is my purpose,
healthy meaning,
resonant ethology,
theological vocation,
ecological therapeutic avocation?
Cannot outshine similarities
for RightBrain's sacred WiseElder capacity
sufficiency
with holding these two,
What next comes?
and Why EarthLife past?
inductively together
as co-defining,
refining Here-With-Now
Who have we been
at our best multicultural wealth
of polyculturing health?
Of course monoculturing LeftBrain dominance
will happily deduce
a million degrees of separation
between secular identity
and sacred individuation,
between form,
function,
being and becoming,
and for many good healthy reasons
insist on separately labeled boxes
between RightBrain
Both/And Future Identity hopes with primal feelings
and LeftBrain Either/Or
Past Ego/Eco bifurcation,
mutually exclusive
double-binding
co-refining
anti-septic separations.
And yet
lacking therapeutic integrity
of Ego resonant advocacy
for
as
with
by
of
through eco-meaning historic DNA roots
Restore my healthing ZeroSoul
with sufficiency
for what we have achieved to nurturing date
through cooperative health quality improving We
And in spite of egocentric competing Me
so far,
still dissonantly failing to fully WinWin up
Revolutionary restoring green healing Yes!
notnot so distracted by Red, No!!!!
Enough WinLose
BusinessAsUsual competition for today
and too much for climate health tomorrow
to revisit
Who I am
and Why we ever were
again each reborn dawning morrow.
Differences between
Who am I?
ZeroZone
and
What am I for?
What is my double-binary bicameral purpose,
healthy meaning,
wealthiest ethology?
Cannot outshine binomial similarities
for double-binding Secular/Sacred RightBrain's
WiseElder historic capacity
sufficiency
with holding these Awesome two,
What comes next for Ego?
AND
Why this EarthCentric patriotic/matriotic Past?
inductively together
Co-defining
notnot yin-fractal wu-wei balance
refining PositivEnergy YangAbundance
Where have we been
speed of PrimeRelational EnLightening?
Who have we ZeroZoneZen been at our best
WinWin Sacred Ego-EcoLogos wealth
multiculturing PositivEnergy Democracy
Trusting only healthy past
for wealthy futures?
The Bulldog Gets Married
The day is perfect:
Sunlight gold
Sapphire blue
The skies smile down upon us
Silence rings with joy.
She too, stands perfect:
Her Beauty pure
Her dress like snow
Swirls about her flawless youth;
The quiet music starts.
Together we walk
Hand in hand,
Stone by stone
Her future waits before us,
Shining in the sun.
She who won my heart
Rules hers today;
There she stands,
Ablaze with love and honor
Watching our approach.
The final end of Childhood comes
As with one kiss
All is sealed
With public vows and rings
All who witness much approve.
The photographs
Are duly taken
The friends all laugh in love
As my daughter rules her Day
With not the slightest show of effort
The Past enfolds the Present
As we lift each glass and toast
We all accept our Futures
As the sun smiles on us all,
Enfolding us in light
Shared memories fill
The festive air
The dying Summer
Stretches out in languid Peace
To make this Day Eternal
Yet even Eternities end,
Making way for others;
The Forever light of Childhood
Yields to Infinite Adulthood, that to Age,
On into the starry Night approaching with the shadows...
Pair by Pair
The guests depart
The Couple leaves to start their Life.
The silent Wheel turns ever on,
Bearing us upon its rim.
So she who owns my heart
Leaves holding hers;
All is as such things should Be.
A Summer dies, a Fall begins;
The Quiet rains around us.
A Forever Day, this Day;
A piece of What Will Ever Be:
Love and Laughter
Wrapped in gold and sapphire,
In a Silence that rings with Joy.
I close my eyes and silken thoughts flow through my mind,
The time before time is opened, with all its glory and majesty.
I bring you with me my beautiful queen, within a dream,
To a time that is yet to come, or a time that is long since past.
The time before time, a blueprint of life, of all that shall ever be.
In this land of all tomorrows Love shall surely flow,
A river of life ever running across silver cords of memory.
My Golden queen, come join me within my Celtic Dream.
Your dream is mine, M 'Lord. Your thoughts reach my heart.
The river is swift and deep and I immersed in Love for you.
Time has no place nor meaning in the heart of our dream,
Past, present, or in all our tomorrows, we shall be together.
Our silver cords of memory will never tarnish, my Celtic Lord.
They tie our silken thoughts together, never to be torn apart.
In any land, upon any sea, winds call out your name to me.
Tis you I Love. No other will I ever join in our Celtic Dream.
Meet me tonight before the great white veil between worlds,
Where in our connected minds we ever meet each night.
I want but to gently take your hand my queen and enter our Celtic World.
There within the emerald green fields we shall join together in Love,
In the valley of echoes our love's song shall sing forever,
On the plateau of Arrach we shall look into our futures horizon.
My beloved, come with me into our Celtic scene,
Take my hand and we shall enter our Celtic Dream.
Rays of waning sun bid farewell, and amethyst twilight appears.
Eagerly, I listen for your footfall, for another night is nigh upon us.
Beyond the veil we shall tryst in emerald grasses and lavender heather,
Where enfolded in each others arms, we intimately whisper of adoration.
Our words shall softly echo through valley and vale in perfect harmony,
A song of sweet serenade until we've reached the mountain top.
There, hand in hand, we shall gaze into a million new tomorrows,
Knowing in each one, Love shall carry us deep into our Celtic Dream.
In visions of harmony, this Celtic Dream was born. Thank you, Mike.
A breathy sigh that moved the air
encircled us with lusty flair.
Its sweet and tender brush of love
Left unsaid our intention there.
Some deep and thoughtful bold assertion
Drew us closer into its glare
And staved away intrusion of all others
Lest they disturb the passion bared,
And sweet the savory music flowed
Around, about, above, below
Until we floated on the brink
Of true love's kiss and knowing wink.
Love speaks to us on deeper levels
Where mere words cannot communicate.
How strong the pull of your embrace
And sweetly tinted kiss upon your face.
Each breathy sigh wafts through space
No matter where you go from me.
My heart knows each step you take,
And when you think of me
Every breath is shared with you
Every moment of love in tune,
Each sacred dream we share together,
And hope for futures yet unplanned,
Caress the air with sweet perfume
To pull us closer back together.
Because our love remains strong and true,
I dare not take a breath without you.
Copyright © Chula Fleming 3/16/1982
Beneath the endless waves lays a body
Piscine and bow-legged; felt from miles away
Next to it, I sit
Lungs half-full, dappled sunlight caressing me
An abyssal peace shared with none
A third dimension for a third generation
Thinking beyond forward and back, left and right
To breach that holiest of axes; Z
Shunned by most and ignored by the one I sought to share it with
I retreat to this watery womb where I once hid
When the fear that I blighted their's
Was all-consuming and fruitful
These beasts do stand on land
Battered by the ridges we mastered
Unable to see beyond X and Y
A trio of terror; locked to two dimensions
In the endless summer sun, it's easy to imagine
Countless grains of sand, like stars in space
A massive axe, a laptop, a condom
A perfect weapon of your choosing
I am your lord of summer
A queen of the season I loathe the most
A king of the titles they so adored
Your eternal champion of sweat and rust
Light and dark revolving around a spore
Both ensconced as eternal and unbeatable
Yet hesitant to ever return, lest it spoils the memory
And reduces a house of cards to ash
A world rises beneath my feet
Forever tattooing truth upon the soil
The beauty of the bite-sized
Lost upon the target I aimed for
Thus do futures slip away from them
Forever wondering what they'd think of them
Does it set your teeth to grinding the way mine do
Watching our archetypes perform their symphony?
Even in a golden age, I dreamt of another
Ever wishing I lived a dream younger
Only to look back fondly the older I get
Laughter, not bitter, but admonishing
So I drop back into that cerulean sunset
And admire the beasts swimming leagues and aeons beneath
Dragging my waterlogged frame back to shore
For a piscine meal before the sun sets
Life's a beach, and a lonely one at that
But this lonely beach is forever cast in gold
Eternally warm, but never burning
An abyssal peace away from time.
Welcome to my mind, it's a place you will seldom see
You have to be in my peripheral to see the inside of me
For if you are ever welcomed to enter through it's door
You will be forever invited to grace your futures floor
The iconic of mans past will resonate all around
Shaped buildings like Easter Island, in our cities will so abound
Squared skyscrapers of our modern times, will disappear from our view
Statues of man in salute, below purpled skies so true
The skylines you see today, so institutional of their time
It's a place you will seldom see, unless your welcomed into my mind
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Another head hangs low,
Open up your eyes,
Nothing left to show,
In for a surprise.
Brainwash subliminal,
Far too criminal,
What to do when it all goes bang?
Safe to say the fat lady sang.
Free peoples unite,
The time has come to fight,
World leaders in cahoots,
Lost meanings of salutes.
Boiling in to a revolution,
Seems to me the only solution.
Creative arts lost their purpose,
Look far beneath the surface.
People flocking to normality,
What happened to individuality?
Freedom to think doth still remain,
Ability to question we must retain.
Lessons of the past slowly erased,
Rights and freedoms slowly defaced.
Today is only the past of tomorrow,
Don't let our futures turn to sorrow.