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Premium Member Tolerating Leftbrain Dominance

A healthy distance for tolerating LeftBrain dominance
is to recognize our global incarnation
into RightWing intolerant prominence
as dogma of a strictly white hetero-male privileged unkind.

A distance between silent impatience
and loud dissent
is the distance between nonverbal nonviolence
and irritatingly verbal communication.

A tolerable distinction between quieter dissonance
and boisterous intolerance
is a distance between non-violent
and full LeftBrain dominantly overtaking
and/or sado-masochistic bipolarity
and/or socio-pathology
and/or undemocratic kleptocratic
Win/Lose capitalistic intention
in a LeftBrain alpha dog eats and beats
RightBrain beta feminist...dog world
on any over-heated...itchy day
he chooses inhumanely sick
ZeroSum one-sided pleasure.

So sorry.
This started out as a quietly sedate communication
and ended in a most unfortunately aggressive
sound of furious way.


Premium Member For Nomen Global Language Institute

The school I've worked for half my teaching years is feeling more
and more the woes of these hard times. I walk the corridor,
remembering the better days
before I felt this new malaise
which lies inside the core of me
and matches all too eerily
the atmosphere that permeates this hallway and adheres
to all parts of the school I've worked for half my teaching years.

I pray to God I'll never see the end of this old school.
So many came and went, yet I remain. I'm someone who'll
stay put until they close its doors.
Ten years now I have walked its floors,
taught students and had fun with them.
I hope it's not a requiem
I'm writing soon for this dear place, which much like an old friend,
is apt to pass. . . . I pray to God I'll never see the end.


This poem uses Wrapped Refrain type II, a form invented by Jan Turner and shown a Shadowpoetry.com. Posted in 2010, when I first came to Soup. Thankfully, the school is doing better now.
Form: Rhyme

The Call of Peace:

The Call of Peace Poem 2025:
Exercise AMAN 2025:
Together For Peace 2025:

Choose only one master—nature. 
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Peace is liberty in tranquility.
Peace begins with a smile.
Peace is always beautiful. 
Colors are the smiles of nature.
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more that what we could learn from books.Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.Feeling good-natured.
O call of Duty call of Peace
We are here.We are here.
O earth beloved all of Peace.
We are here.We are here.
No matter what we call it so,
As all the Oceans paint in Blue.
We sail through the tide of Love.
We know the Dream of Peace is true.
The deepest of the truths we seek
Come share the knowledge of the known
O warmth blessing you live long 
Leave hate forever all alone
No matter what we call it so,
As all the Oceans paint in Blue.
We sail through the tide 
of Love.
We know the Dream of Peace is true.
This hour of our togetherness
Soul of Such moment is Noble.
Whisper of truth is unison
These chanting echoes are global.
No matter what we call it so,
As all the Oceans paint in Blue.
We sail through the tide of Love.
We know the Dream of Peace is true.
When the Power of love overcomes the love of Power, the World will know Peace.
By Aliza Mukhtiar.

Premium Member Post-Pandemic War

A Post-American, Post-liberal world order awaits us.
But what will it look like?
The general feeling that things will not be the same.
That’s right, it can never go back to what it was,
Because it is what it is now.
People are wishing for the good old days.
What was good about them?

As COVID-19 wreaks havoc around the world,
National and local governments,
Have taken charge in directing the fight,
Against this virus,
Which is by definition global and would necessitate,
Global action-one would imagine.

Politically I would think they would set
Politics aside and organize together,
Not fight against but together.
This pandemic cares not whether,
You are black or white, red or yellow,
No matter what color,
Or what kind of weather.
We must be together in this war,
There is no going back to the future,
It is gone.

We are not alone, on our own,
Let us all get on the phone,
Because God is always at home,
Hearing the call, whether right or wrong,
Called!
Form: Narrative

The Raw Power of Natural Phenomena

Vast dynamic catalysts
     inaugurated biochemical
     (biological), geological,
     and/or meteorological
     processes, that didst
     wax and wane
since time immemorial
     before this "FAKE"

     pencil neck geek NOT vain
poet law re:hot bubbled
     outa (Compton) 
     primordial ah stew,
     (ward) uber urbane,
sans global Pangea some
     bajillion years presaging Ukraine
chiseled terra firmae didst reign

from hydrosphere,
     (setting the stage
     for Matthew Scott
     Harris to markedly twain (train)
his thoughts), wrought variable dramatic,
     epochal geographic upheavals
     (recorded palimpsest like)
     across global terrain

catastrophic, dramatic, epic forces
     rendered prehistoric creatures slain
extinction, though billions of years
     survived Prince sip
     pull purple rain
skill little till lee (skeletally),
     within said dam hint
     (sediment) permanently preserving

     an impress'n quatrain
jam packed with species, some
     of which flew like a
     donny soaring plane
signaled onset and demise
     of supposed pseudonymous
     terrible lizards with bulging eyes
"NON FAKE" special effects,

     but actual - no lies
wooly alive paw lick
     tickly incorrect, tough,
     winning ignoble dangerous prize
huge, out of control, trumpeting,
     who eve vent chilly gave rise
to Adam Abel bodied

     coon sitter ably reduced
     cane raising,
     (yet most fearsome) size
a totally tubularly err wrecked
     primate nada so wise.


Premium Member This Orwellian World

It was sometime during the 1940s George Orwell 
wrote the acclaimed novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four,
a book exposing a societal condition of pure hell.
The policy of draconian control has never meant more
than it does now as political doublespeak takes place.
Greedy powermongers are guilty of leading lands to war
and hypocrisy runs rampant in government. It's a disgrace
to the office of Presidency that idiocy has gotten this far.

The nonsense of Tomfoolery is the tragic kind of behavior
by manipulative charlatans, narcissists who are in position
to claim they are uniting the world as peacemakers, saviors
when they should be imprisoned in the annals of Perdition.
Many people fear AI will soon have power to take control
but Trump, Putin and others make AI seem rather docile.
Bullies with followers who think they are gods, these A-holes
create mayhem and chaos, whose assholery is colossal!

Orwell also wrote Animal Farm, about totalitarianism trouble,
a stark warning during a time of global conflict and clashes.
Such turbulence exists inside Trump's disinformation bubble.
He must be stopped before the result is a world left in ashes.
"A horse... My kingdom for a horse," shouted Richard the Third.
He was a Lionhearted king, but Trump and Putin have no soul.
History will regard their transgressions as being cruelly absurd
for nothing good they've done will be worthy to praise or extol.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

This Is Bath

Bath streets have sights on show
and houses sitting by the row
there’s not a place you cannot go
our crime level's always low

packed all year round with global tourists 
city centre market stools fruit veg florists 
nothing to be weary of or fear if I’m honest
wandering this wonderous this once Aqua Sulis

We’ve a sick history the Romans came to visit
you'll hear the local accent saying in it and is it 
they built a mad bridge with actual shops on
for what to do a magazine called whats on

This the home of James Dyson Jane Austin
Bristol has a bridge and webbed off spring 
this the town they crowned England’s first king
where the whole of Uranus was first seen lurking 

On the walls "I was ere" written in graffiti 
the underground water here's self heating 
we've many a restaurant do you like eating
you can watch rugby from stadium seating

So in this place where Romans swim 
the inaugural crowning of the King
inspired Dickens and Jane Austin
as well we improved your hoovering

from sending the first Royal Mail letter
The Post Office began right here
a mix of everything never better 
in the River Avon we built a weir

we walked with Romans discovered a planet
saw bombings by Hitler but didn't panic
crowned the King of England at the Abbey
and too made a hoover without the baggy

because there's no where else this outstanding
the Nazi bombers but we're still standing 
a one way system with no understanding
two thousand years now that's longstanding

Others say they come from a place all crummy 
I honestly can’t relate
I’ve been elsewhere now and I'd say scummy
makes Bath look bloody great

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU4_Pzq_gN0&list=PLrWXQQOwWgeAzG8lMiXPHNQeO_aFFxhLi&index=6&t=0s  
COPY AND PASTE LINK FOR SONG (UNFINISHED RECORDING) is that a word unfinished lol
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

Missile Poised To Strike

Hidden under crop circle
resembling an ampersand
hides sheathed silo - obscured,
said symbol adorned every armband
of national socialist, yet weapons

of mass destruction) bland
lee, blatantly ignored global pact
prepared from this once (bajillion
years ago) geologic bottomland
repurposed for a bomb bin able

(made in good ole US of A) brand
to release payload
upon given command
i.e. at moments notice,
the notorious brigand

usurped entire communications broadband
to stow and let loose by,
thee once upon a time pokey cowhand,
now chief of state tyrant,
sans military industrial complex edifice

where deadly warheads demand
did and trumpeted by "FAKE EVIL"
apprentice madly (ad libbing)
gesticulating, & expostulating to DISBAND
at once - to no effect

falling on deaf ears
as Doomsday Clock rhythmically 
minutely gourmandises
cannibalizing entire webbed
world, whose former slender
(now stubby) baby grand

piano playing butter fingers
primed to press miniature
Taj Mahal shaped hand,...
(now a pause for infowars
commercial identification about Homeland

security threatened by migrant husband
and wife, especially terror unleashed
from baby, whose hood 
loom doth not expand 
much taller than kickstand),

Regular noteworthy poetic program resumes:

...but biological chattering multiplicand
the fiercest most critical operand
linkedin with scheme
asper deadly retaliatory reprimand
against leader of free world,

a hot headed note tory us
donning wig by handmaiden Shetland
knitwear, which Total Mortal Kombat
every man, woman and will soon understand!

KA-BOOM! Into a bajillion 
(to the power of Googleplex)
goes civilization and discontents, 
and since World War II 
accursed with self destructive hex
hmm...mebbe terrestrial for 
another species similar to T-Rex.

Covid Your Head Will Explodid, Take a Break

Global virus economic silence pandemic widens same boat sharks swimming beside us though nobody can see them we know in this season they swim in the seas stalking beneath where we cannot see shadows deceive shapes in the deep as our boat’s creeping along slowly creaking a long row-tating weezie flow-making weakens wear us beaten and at distance speaking as our mouths are leaking what deceases and never a weekend rotate repeat go sleep eat and when we’re snoring we hold hope in dreams not warring awaken morning the day is storing the same old boring yep a sure thing sketched out by coughs we mask breathing aware must not ignore people some detach get lost the last we see them for their mind no match for these surreal scenes which stun we’re seemingly done can’t manoeuvre or overcome this virus stumped unusual everyone sinks and slumps they drink get drunk think it’s won oh no we’re done left undone numerals of the dead stack up and up and tomorrow up again more funerals death backed up and up the sorrow extends no ends intense the trend doctors nurses politicians all sense more hurses and funeral services going in circles as we search for cures that time stalls poor results chalk and board brainstorm once more wait cure and it’s still spreading as hospital bedding feels more dead skin first hand experience in every head but herd immunity starts to set in spreading the community as you were for you and me and we start doing things stop doodling poems, it’s long this because it was flowing, and when it does that I keep going, we started off in a boat rowing, sharks below no covid and know this take a break from it or your head will explodid
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Liberating Green Philanthropists

I doubt a benefactor,
philanthropist,
a short-term financial investor,
could optimally provide
protect
prevail with
an ecopolitically healthy therapeutic service

Yet,
intersectionally,
interdependently,
multiculturally,
poly-sensorily
fall far short
of co-investing in cooperative
sacred green ecofeminist
organic empowering
and enlightening communion.

Disempowering
codependent
anthrosupremacist services
in some way(s) Other,
commodifying non-profit and government intention,
subjugating potential enrichment rivals,
marginalizing direct service providers

These, often HealthTrust and WealthBeauty associated,
wise EarthMother's most sacred multi-sensory recreations
regeneratively throw resonant
and resilient
enlightening
and empowering
bicameral
bilateral
binomial
bionic
bigenderal opportunities
for and of restoring 
CoAttaching Green EcoPolitical Communion,

All co-invested cooperative life systems
are about as likely to have appeared,
as disappeared,
win/win TrueAtomic
and Synergetic WaveLinear

As a Yang/Yintegral polyculturing ****
creolizing his/her/their predative PatriarchOther
needs sacred HerOther
in hearted heat Welcoming-Wombing Self

More than S/He lives to merely
ever-more serve philanthropic benefits
as unfavorably contrasted with 
committing to cooperatively lusty solidarity
empowering and enlightening 
fertile resilient thriving

Entries and exits
for compassion
passions cooperatively climaxing,
ecopolitically predicting long-term healthy
and safe win/win
global,
universally uniting afterglow

At least more so
than waking up the next morning
sadly realizing your latest RightWing investment
further jeopardizes health
and safe wealth of all our grandchildren
and their rusty food chains
and their green climate healthcare infrastructures
and their ecopolitical co-investing wealth cooperatives
and their Plant and Animal Lives Matter 
indigenous green wisdom deals.

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