Long Green Poems
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With the changing seasons,
I’m the deepest green, sometimes dry and brown
I ‘m tall and wave when the wind blows
Or sometimes short when I am freshly mown.
I’m like a green thick lush blanket
Sometimes used in sports fields
For golf, football or cricket, baseball and softball
I am very durable with contact play.
Warmed by nascent sun gentle rays
They walk on my uniform soft blades
With confidence, giving-way under their feet
Sometimes I’m damp and cool.
If, I’m brown and dry stubble
A crunch beneath their feet you will hear.
I reclaim the earth and thrive.
My shoots stand tall to reach the sky.
I so enjoy the brightness of the day
And cool air after fresh rain-shower.
I shelter earth and insects and what matters
And maybe a dandelion or two in the spring.
8/25/2023
I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.
Why do you want to wonder
about something as curious as that,
dear?
Oh, I don't recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago.
Honey,
your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination,
so who on Earth were you conversing with a few minutes ago?
I was in the backyard
talking with the trees,
and the extended family question just came up
and down
and in
and out.
Honey,
when you take your morning meds,
and then go out to your sit spot
and talk to the trees...
Yes?
Would you do me a favor?
What's that?
Would you listen more,
and invoke curses against climate hate-mongerers
and malingerers
less?
You scare our more pedestrian neighbors.
But I was listening.
The trees were talking
in their windblown surfing voices
of autumn colored breeze
swaying like Green Fairy SkyWoman
Blessing each falling leaf
spinning tales
revolving moral compasses
drifting from win to lose
coming to rest where they first gave birth,
Blessed by Grandmother Moon's ultra-violet rhythms
lights
and dual dark dilemmas,
mystery,
everyday awe
expecting sacred wonder.
Oh, well then,
I was wondering why you were so quiet out there...
So, what's your plan for today?
I thought I might plant more trees.
Want some company?
If we both listen more,
and ask impatient questions less.
Planting already faithful saplings
or merely hopeful seeds
of co-relationship?
Depends on how long we care to be remembered
for our civil kindness,
green cooperative intent,
revolutionary winning trees and winning people values
norms
voices natural and spiritual
bilaterally democratic spinning energy,
healthy merits and unhealthy demerits,
regenerative plantings more than degenerate uprootings,
climate health supplanting wealth of disease,
unease,
dissonant disassociating trees.
Dearest,
I'm having trouble following some of your connections.
Do you think that's the THC
or Holy Cooperative Spirit whispering?
Yes, love.
1.
Upon a forest floor where many lie
and breezes stir, the upper branches bent
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf would cling to heaven’s tears when sent.
Its youthful lustre now recalled through tales
as varied as seasons – verdant meadow
below the clouds which often yield to gales
then scud along periphery of show.
When thermal blast from forest fires above
an ocean scape of waves competing in sound
with rumbling progress fits the Man like glove
through ignorance – eventually hound.
A leaf in woods that’s silent, is the Hope
we need to cling to – shadows rest on slope.
2.
Upon the forest floor where many lie,
and breezes stir, the upper branches bend
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf still clings when heaven’s tears descend.
Its youthful lustre lingers now in tales
as varied as the seasons — meadow green
beneath the clouds that fracture into gales,
then scud along the edges of the scene.
When sudden blasts from forest fires above
become an ocean’s roar, discordant sound
collides with progress — fits the Man like glove,
his ignorance pursued, at last unbound.
A leaf in woods that whisper, is the Hope
we cling to still — where shadows climb the slope.
A Monotetra
You may see a fluttering bee,
in the forest, or on a leaf,
of some sweet and gummy tree;
leave him be, leave him be.
Perhaps he’ll hum around a flower,
in some green and mossy bower;
that little bee has oh, such power;
leave him be, leave him be.
He may alight upon a clover,
on the nose of your dog, Rover,
truly he will fly all over;
leave him be, leave him be.
Bees produce some wondrous honey,
thrilling to palate and tummy,
ever so deliciously yummy;
leave him be, leave him be.
Fuzzy little wuzzy things,
make honey that’s mouth-watering,
with tiny little ambitious wings;
leave him be, leave him be.
Little hexagonal houses, where they live,
cone for chewing, sweet treats to give;
distribute pollen, like a sieve;
leave him be, leave him be.
Honey is the healthy food,
sweetener that doesn’t change the mood,
it even makes great glue;
a friend is bee, a friend is bee.
"Inside the Hurricane"
Inside the Hurricane
starts small
a minuet waltzing
cadence like clandestine lovers
whispered reverently
soft becomes hard
and slow for a fall
under dark cloudy covers
boiling over
to tangled tango
in the burning brain
there the homeless Heart
meets it’s counterpart
in it’s enticing suede
labyrinthine cave
safe against a wall
balanced and entranced
held fast
Underground begs
not her Ocean
Tsunami waves
inside his broken
Breaks the Hurricane
Love floods
through waving wet
Sea Grass
Silver Green
cuts sharp her alter
chalice kissed
Vows read and
spoken red
Inside the Hurricane
windows crystal clear, seamless
Legs of a journey
open
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Bachelorette” Bjork, Homogenic
https://youtu.be/Th7QmZiz6Lc
“I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break”
"Come to Me" Bjork
https://youtu.be/kIm1GyyDZmY
"Game we're playing is Life
Love's a two way dream"...
Behind the counter smiling pleasantly
at all the customers, she was a doll.
Dark velvet hair and brown-green eyes had she -
eyes big and bright inside a face quite small.
I asked her name that day. It was a name
I’d never heard before, and yet it fit
this girl so well. Her name was like the frame
of cheer she wore. I will not forget it!
A name so rare, I’ve yet to ever find
another soul who has it, for she said
“Patina” and for me the name meant kind,
petite, and pretty! It’s been in my head
forever since I made that gal my bride.
It’s now Patina always at my side!
July 30, 2018
My cousin Suzy
was feeling quite woozy
as we drove along in the car
Her sister Lizzy
said “why are you dizzy
we really aren’t going that far”
Their brother Vic
said, “She’s gonna be sick”
as he rolled down the window real fast
Mom seemed to worry,
slowed down in a hurry
till all of the other cars passed
Suzy was green
if you know what I mean
as she hung her head outside the door
Lizzy cried ooh
at the foul smelling goo
for she couldn’t quite take anymore
Vic after while
wore a devilish smile
while proclaiming, “Man that was so cool”
Mom shook her head
as she quietly said
“I can’t wait till they’re all back in school”
EarthMothers
know we breathe in
a cooperative
domestic
micro-economy of sacred organic co-redemption,
Universal green ecological salvation
uniting EarthTribes' co-empathic
healthy democratic wealth
for restoring win/win global EarthHealing
Empowering
enlightened restorying of non-violent communication
in-between all MotherEarth's polypathic Voices
investing in polymathic
cooperative health/wealth ego/eco-binary Choices.
EarthMothers also glow
with dispassion for monocultural invasions,
global extractions,
degenerations
Of robust
polyculturally resonant
multicultural health
indigenously sustaining multi-generational Here/Now wealth
of cumulative
synergetic
integral Wisdom
Of EarthMothers
anxiously aware
that this global climate pandemic
is an unnatural public
and privately unspiritual defiance
of an anthrosupremacist
monoculturing
invasive patrilinear weed patch
Of inhumane
anti-religious world views
rationalizing StraightWhiteMale privilege
over sleek and sexy entertainments,
Investments in satiated comforts,
alcohol clouded abuse,
addictive gambling on unhealthy risks
of depopulating Earth's humanity
And civility
and complexly felt compassion,
nonviolent communication
ReBirthing EarthJustice
restoring resiliently healthy
multiculturing wealth
of regenerations.
Growing up in Podunk Missouri,
meant that we had the freedom to roam.
Up and down rivers and wooded hills,
those places that we called home.
Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries,
and at least the ones that didn’t fill our bellies.
Mom would turn them into some mighty fine,
pies, cookies, canned juices and jellies.
Morel mushrooms in the frying pan,
could find them after a soft spring rain.
Serve with fried Catfish rolled in cornmeal,
and tomatoes, ‘taters, and onions.
Rabbits, squirrels, raccoons, and possums,
our blue tick was ready and able.
With the help of a marksman’s keen eyes,
it was easy to fill the supper table.
We built hideouts from leaves, weeds, and twigs,
out beneath a weeping willow’s green.
We laid with our backs against soft grass ,
wishing on each falling star we’d seen.
The screeches and hoots of a night owl,
watching us capture fireflies in jars.
The call of goatsuckers and whippoorwills,
filled our summer nights beneath the stars.
Wildflowers covered all the ditches,
that ran down our dusty gravel road.
Wood-post fences cradled new-born calves,
or protected crops that had just been sowed.
Some nights we ate around a campfire,
had no white tablecloth with frilly lace.
Beggar’s lice clinging tight to our jeans,
and red mosquito whelps on our face.
Soles of shoeless feet tough as leathe,r
as up and down those hills we would climb.
Moving deeper into life’s adventure,
we tried to outrun the passing time.
Those joyous years there in the woodlands,
before the future took us away.
Left me with many fond memories,
of that happy childhood yesterday.
Singing LeftBrain EnLightenment
speaking MuseLyrical RightBrain
CoEmpowerment
Grows LeftBrain deductively radiant
professional corporate knowledge
of resonant RightBrain inductive
flowing BiCameral CoPassion
Moving,
erupting,
engaging
musiculminating
Grown and woke green co-invested
cooperatively panentheistic
holy indigenous Nature/Spirited Wisdom
polyculturally resonant
HealthMuse/WealthSystemic
synergetic corporate
ecopolitical
ecofeminist power analysis
for feeding and watering
therapeutic full-sensory
deep-learning
non-violent resonant communicating
Wellsung and health-safety polyculturing
sacred muse corporate environments
of love in-vested resilient mental/physical
deep listening
ego/eco-systemic health care restorative
corporate polycultural co-remediation.
As Serotonin
invites co-arising
Dopamining
As Sugars
engage
without confronting
by co-balancing
Phosphates
As YangStrength
copassions
YintegralFlow
As Testosterone
Full Climaxes
we-reflect
Estrogenic EmptySoul Wisdom
co-resonant musing experience
As EcoFeminist Power Experience
speaks to PanEntheistic Sacred Truth
sacredly resonant MuseMemories
As individual corporate climax
ebbing feelings
invite more contextually restorative
therapeutic co-invited dipolar
music
massage
movement
mindful
non-violent communion
corporate healing healthcare
muse-empowering
not necessarily LeftBrain dominant,
Inclusively multicultural mediating
intersectional
dialectical
behavioral
musically resonant
resilient EarthHealth Care
restorative justice
nonviolent
compassionate deep listening
and learning
pedagogical and therapeutic
health-empowerment services
professional/personal
political/economic co-invested
compassionate
democratic healthcare
multiculturally co-therapeutic
resonant communication
With EarthTribe systemic SacredMusic
ecosystemically indigenous
panentheistic
therapeutically resilient
health/wealth safety
outcomes
for cooperative
client-student
EcoMuse Trauma Therapists.