Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Could you tell me, please,
how to become polypathically smarter,
economically deep learned and wisely adept with
co-arising ecologically systemic theories
to grow more co-empathic trust
of and for cooperatively organizing positive and nutritional slow-growth
yet optimally sustainable Continuous Quality Health Improvement?
Try using (0) sum cooperatively nutritious values
ecologically analogous as DNA-co-arising fractal-rainbow-spiral
wave-linear neural/sensory thermodynamic balancing
notnot P-Yang = N(NP)Yintegral-reverse co-lateral:
Prime (0) SpaceTime REvolving Fractal-GeoMetric Relationship,
DualDark Cytosine Golden Ruling Full-Octave-Interdependent Uracil Yang
Co-Arising NonDual ReGenerative=Positive=PolyPathic Health Assumption
with bicamerally polypathic-empathic trust-healthy/notnot
(0)Riginal Intent of Ecological as ReGeneratively Intelligent and Nutritious and Fertile
and potentially-viral-positively deviant
in-between P=N(NP) (0)-soul ecosystemic universal
open-systemic quad-lateral space/time
Yang/Yin TaoTime Balance,
flowering Multicultural WinWin (0)Riginal
with EcoClimate Health-ReGenerative CoOperative Intent.
Well, thanks for all those interdependent revolutions
of evolution's positive and more recently negative pathology developments,
but I wasn't finished with my questions.
Oh. Sorry. I heard your question about how to get on the fast bodhisattva climate-health deep learning ecology track,
and the one about cooperatively regenerative economics.
Do you have other priorities you would like to pursue more resonantly,
hopefully with both wiser and more loving outcomes
those who compose your rapidly extending humane-sacred CoIntelligently PolyPathic Family,
and all Earth's EcoSystemic (0)-sum Left/Right CoDominant DNA/RNA Solidarity root-ecosystemic nutrition-digestion Tribes?
Yes, I'm quite sure I must have wanted to know how to help us become more powerful
with cooperative-flow of multiculturing integrity outcomes
within all co-arising revolutionary sides
of and for normative Climate HealthRights values?
Perhaps edge off on the competitive LeftBrain Bodhisattva Humane/Sacred
with unnecessarily paranoid
chronic cognitive-affective dissonant disinvestment
in Business As LeftBrain-Competitive/Deductive-Either/Or Usual,
still too invested in ego v eco-centric pathological myths,
when we each,
so clearly love ReGenerative Creation Stories
to healthy-fertile synergize
both Left and Right together, forever,
Positively Evolving Nutritious Psychology
of Ego/EcoPolitically SweepSpot erotic/agapic
hot revolutionary development.
Oh, wow, that was quite an ecopolitical mouthful.
I didn't think to take notes.
And, it would be too embarrassing to ask if you could repeat
all that redundant resonance
about zero sums and souls and investments
as nurturing Mother Earth's values in healthy wealth,
but, I know we're nearly out of networking room,
and, of course,
I probably saved my most important question
about wisdom for last.
How might I share your (0)-zen-tao of time's EcoPolitical Balancing Wisdom?
Well, I think that (0)-Core Prime Relationship of Yang/Yin EquiValent PermaCulturing Wisdom
was fairly well covered in Bucky Fuller's Synergetics,
especially if you start with his revolutionary fractal-fertile
regenerative definition of (0),
which looks suspiciously like his double-binding torus of
Yang/Yin as Out/Integral tensegrity.
I'm not really looking,
I don't think I am, anyway,
really necessarily holding Bucky up as my Avatar of Wisdom,
so I'm not sure if that's a geometric mathish LeftBrain Dominant-Deductive,
Reductive area of non-ecological research
that would most surely put me only further to sleep.
as it did for a vast many of Bucky's audiences.
I'm not suggesting you look at Fullerian zeroism of intelligent health-cooperative ecopolitical design
so you can learn to repeat back his sonorous journey into, and away from,
Your question is about how you can achieve a cooperatively ecotherapeutic Climate HealthRights Optimization platform,
as Fuller has done before you.
That was his late premillennial cooperative revolution prediction time;
This is your early postmillennial time to look more closely
at what we have done cooperatively Left/Right ecotherapeutically so far,
and what remains of our climate pathologies,
both those within EgoLeft Yang,
and those that feel more sacredly and sadly without,
on display across Planet Earth for all to see and smell and not taste,
RightBrain Yin's cognitive-affective dissonance
about how far Her LeftBrain prodigally polypathically potentiated child has yet to come,
to remember our Beloved Communication
as Nurturing Organic Health Paradise,
when LeftBrain's Tower of Babel
has noticed RightBrain continuing integration
of ReGenerative ClimateHealth
Heart Chakra Networks
of Matriarchally Embryonic DNA/RNA MultiCultural Solidarity FlowRoots
back through EarthTribe's history of further evolution.
So is this bicameral equivalence wisdom
as root system of ecotherapeutic healing
really all we can do to bump economic-ecologic empowered healing
up from those who already read Yes! magazine,
to those who also read The Wall Street Journal?
I wonder how large and small a population that is?
Is this sufficient wisdom for your ecopolitical paradise?
Or would it work somewhat better,
if everyone could remember,
(0) Core ecosystem is that spacetime (0)Rigin
from which each of us has evolved,
initially through matriarchally nutritious YinFlow abundance,
and to which we return,
with ever more (0)-soul ego/eco-centering polypathic ecoconsciousness,
each night we dream in RightBrain EcoYin
Matriarchal Sacred ReGeneration,
Dialectals of Deep Learning CoMentoring Earth,
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
I am fairly new to this Norwick community.
If I recall correctly
we have about forty thousand households here
where the Connecticut River
conjoins the Mohegan and Iroquois Rivers;
originally deep rich virgin eco-forest harmonic.
So when I interviewed the Mayor,
I asked him why he wrote
the Norwick THC Family-Friendly Ordinance?
This came from nowhere.
No one from the local Democratic Party Committee
had mentioned we should soon expect to look
in this ecopolitical direction.
the more active committee members tend to put their wallets
where their mouths and noses are currently ingesting,
if you follow?"
OK, so you were all in this together
and it didn't occur to any of you
this might induce a national spotlight?
we thought the Norwick Ban on Alcohol Sales
to Those Under the Age of SixtyFive
would probably do that.
The THC Family-Friendly Ordinance,
What's so unusual
about family-friendly ecopolitics?"
Well I think a critical question
from massive media markets
is where is your well researched positive outcome evidence
that THC is more family friendly
than is depressive alcohol?
"Have you tried both?"
"OK, we can do this the long way.
If you have done both, and have a family,
then that is your primary evidence.
If you have only done THC,
then you probably wouldn't have asked that question
and you would be wondering,
as am I,
why this is not well-reported
and academically taught
and therapeutically resourced
and economically developed
in other eco-friendly centers,
like your THC Friendly ego-eco SelfIdentity
of BiCameral Consciousness.
But, if you have only tried alcohol,
then your evidence
may be in damage to your depressed family relationships.
Now imagine only grandpas and grandmas
controlling who gets the booze in family markets,
and who does not
because young fools will drink and drive
when they can't even balance on a bicycle!
And, if you have tried neither,
then I guess your best evidence
is to come to a Democratic Town Committee Meeting,
over at the Senior Center,
and we'll give 'em both a try,
but consecutively, never simultaneously,
while watching redundant Washington afternoon debates
and climate health v pathology
and health care giving and receiving
to see and hear what you suspect
they were drinking and not smoking
during their patriotic red meat power lunches."
You had me with the first option.
So why did you bother to ask?"
Because that's what I wanted to know?
"You wanted to know why we passed a THC-Friendly ordinance
yet didn't think this was even controversial
from a public health and safety perspective?"
but I'm also wondering why there wasn't even any Republican opposition.
"You're new here,
I'll concede that question.
So how's it going so far?
the police and the courts and lawyers
and maybe even the Emergency Wing
at the hospital,
and the ambulance drivers and EMTs
are feelin' kinda bored and left behind.
Playin' a lot of cards
and not generating the fees and fines
and insurance reimbursements
and fake non-profit donations
to the Punishing Chambers of Political Commerce."
That doesn't sound encouraging.
"On the other hand
the Senior Centers are filled with smokey stories about,
it's often difficult to say,
but certainly happy about WinWin nutritional outcomes,
so we don't worry a whole lot
about the synergetic details."
Anyone else doing better?
"Mainly the poor and suffering,
single-parent low-income households,
homeless and hungry and at-risk
building cooperatively-owned residences
and renewable energy industries,
producing song and dance and rhythm
and story telling
and creation parable swelling
street opera sectors
of and for ecopolitical cooperative outcomes.
These are all deeper and wider and probably higher
than healthcare giving and receiving
prior to unanimous Town Council passage."
So what are your thoughts
about the remaining under-employed,
restorative justice now overwhelming retributive justice,
for our medical and legal pathologist depression problems?
"We were thinking of Anger Management
ego-eco therapeutic classes
through Left and Right
as Yang and Yin
I worry I may know what that means.
"The reforesting police are supervising and supporting
growth of neighborhood permacultural parks and gardens.
They are also hosting organic interior and exterior wu-wei design classes,
for optimizing both ego and ecotherapies,
yoga and chi gong classes too,
some held at the schools,
from preschool through Norwick High,
and our community college and the technical high school,
and some of the Sabbath and Sunday Schools.
We now have an herbalist division
over at the hospital
that seems to pick up the slack
for their Emergency staff.
And the ambulances transport more plants than people,
small fruit trees
for our edible reforesting projects.
It's called finding the economic cooperative WinWin solution
within the politically bicameral competing Either/Or problem."
How do these outcomes look for replication elsewhere?
"That would be a better question to ask elsewhere."
So that's how you want to end this interview,
with criticizing my culminating question?
That is an excellent question,
not that you asked for my opinion,
but one I cannot answer
as I am not elsewhere
at the moment."
Anything else I should have asked?
"Do I really want to write about
why the Mayor wrote
this Norwick THC-Friendly Ordinance?"
Oh, I did ask that question.
"And what did you hear?"
Maybe yes, LeftYang patriarchal;
Maybe notnot doublebinding no
to Lose wealth now
and Lose health later
Right matriarchal Yin.
Just enough to restore more vulnerable Tipping Points
of re-acclimating faith
in MotherEarth's original Green Estates
for THC-DNA-RNA extended family friendly
fractal reforesting alliances."
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
James Hackett Jr | Details
A Glimpse In A Life
By James Hackett Jr
The harder i try to reach you, the gap seems to expand.
Its like grasping at sand the harder I squeeze the more slips through.
I do not know if its the difference in times journey that made me a different man.
Or the course of your life that wants to push me to another plan.
I know loves there but it feels like there has never been a visible stance.
I wish I could know what you know just a quick glance.
A memory of us that makes you smile but thats for you.
Just know I have plenty and its the reason I can still stand.
That is why I will never ask to you change because I know I am just grasping at sand.
The Demons I Hide
We all have demons,
We all have lied,
Its those of us that hide for pride or shame,
That push on others when we are to blame.
I am that man it be wrong to say,
to cast a stone any other way.
Still the question remains,
with out these demons called pain,
Could you appreciate the cool breeze before a midnight rain?
Would love feel so sweet if never burned by its flame?
Don't hide from your demons embrace them.
Walk through the dark and do not faulter.
Pray if you need but know the light of forgiveness is your alter.
The first time we met we were kids faulty and arragant.
Maybe me more than you cause I never knew love.
That kind of love that hits deep and fast like meteor when something crosses its path.
It wasn't your beauty
It wasnt your smile
I got lost in your eyes
Like an emerald maze of denile
I knew then what I wanted but felt in my heart I was not your aisle.
So we grew up and grew apart but never forgot my desire
to look into to those green eyes of fire
and tell you I love you and it will never extinguish or expire.
A Walk With Death
I never thought so early so young.
I would sit across from you and talk about the things I had done.
I didnt fear you but felt your icey embrace as you took color from my face.
I figured we would just leave and that would be the end of my race.
My dreams my amitions gone without a trace.
Instead you warned me of those who had arranged are date.
Then took me on a stroll through time and through space.
I saw those I left behind and the things they would never hear me say.
Abruptly you asked me is this really how you want to leave in place.
Then I shook my head no embarressed and ashamed you smiled and laughed.
Then you understand, know this was never your path.
We all fall and lose are way, some hit harder than others
you took it to the lowest summit on the lowest plain
As I wondered if this was the true Death's face.
He said remember this moment and learn to walk away.
A moment of warmth and light in my eyes to look up and see my mother.
I finally Understand why.
Music Is Life
To me music is life.
It binds and shares it connects in ways not seen by any eyes
Its an expression of the soul
Or an escape to a world where you find peace and control
It heals wounds and grants courage
motivates in face of determint
Music is the wind that calms the body
The pill that relaxes the mind
It needs no words nor reason to bind
masses of people who would never lend a hand or a dime
come together to celebrate our greatest acheivement
the ability for all creeds to stand together fell it and believe it.
Family isnt bound by blood
Family is bound by love
Its not shared through drugs
created through kisses and hugs
Family is the ability to love
To stand by a brother
when the things get rough
or lend a shoulder
when the world is to tough
Family never asks
Because Family already knows
Family will always be there
when those who claim to to stand toe
leave at the first moment the they think they know
a better oppertunity to find a better tree for their ivy to grow
Looking in the mirror I see the story of my life
The times when I was young fighting for my bike
My first kiss
My first miss
The first time I thought I was going some where great
And the first time I fought to pick myself up after i failed
Times when I couldnt bear it and wanted it to break
Then found the strength to put it back together
After forgiving the shatered pieces of my long going mistakes
Now the mirror is a reminder of of where Ive been but also where im going
once it was a boy looking back laughing and gloating
now its a man who has traveled along road back to it to see where he is going.
I am my worst enemie like most im not special.
The struggle is a daily battle between me and him.
But where some look at it as a burden I look to it as a strength.
He is my rival he helps me grow.
Not all battles are one but prgress still shows.
It took time I wasnt always in control.
I have the scars to prove as a reminder to never forget what I know.
He is selfesh
He is relentless
He has strengths that I dont have but he doesnt have restraint.
I have strengths he doesnt have but lack the curage to mantain.
We are one and through time are battles have taught us to trust in in each other.
There has always been struggle in out hearts but that is because in my opinion we fight who we are to be who we want people to see and this is what causes us interturmoil.
Dont lose yourself to the world but lose the battle inside.
We only lose when we stop fighting and I will never stop.
Copyright © James Hackett Jr | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
arthur vaso | Details
The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope
(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)
She was all but four years of age
Birthdays were such magical moments
The cake was filled with candles
The balloons still in their package twelve on the table
Daddy daddy, I can not fill these balloons!!
They are not magic like you said!!!!!
Do not fret Maria, its daddy who is magical
I shall help you little one, let me see those balloons
Sure enough daddy blew up twelve white and pink balloons
Maria was in awe at daddy’s magical powers
She knew her daddy would fight dragons to bring her but a smile
Maria knew she was safe in daddy's arms, oh what a birthday this will be
Maria was now ten years older
Fourteen years old and already filled with so many happy memories
On this fall day, home from school
There was grandpa in the back yard as usual
He was tending his garden of roses
When she was younger, he told her they were magical roses
Grandma would speak to him in his magical garden
From the heavens above
Now at eighteen, daydreaming in a coffee shop
A stranger picks up a rose from an empty table
A smile oozing in charm, stares into her eyes
This is for you, beauty for beauty
She was swept off her feet, in a whirlwind romance
They danced and dined, it seemed all on her dime
Until the morning she awoke, completely alone
Both lover and credit cards did abscond
Now twenty one, and wise to the world
Absorbed in her studies, somewhat colder than one should be for that age
A chilly fall day in an empty library
A stranger comes, giving her a drawing of a red rose
Hello he says! I drew this for you!
Oh no she thinks to herself, not another one!
Politely she smiles and replies thank-you, but I am taken
This stranger smiles right back and says, the drawing is for you no matter
The next week, and the weeks after, the same routine
He comes to her with a drawing of another beautiful rose
She politely declines his advances
Maria knows that a rose, has a stem, and that comes with pricks
The twelfth week and here he is again
What is the poor girl to do?
She is curious, and she can not quite help herself
She asks, from what do you draw such beautiful flowers?
He smiles kindly and replies
How about next week, I show you?
We can have a coffee, and discuss art
Hesitating she just can not say no to this simple gesture of kindness
They are walking along, and surprisingly she finds herself
Quite intrigued with the ease of their conversation
He takes hold of her hand, and says I live over there, the house in red
She has no time to object as he pulls her forward to the backyard
She stares in absolute shock and awe at what appears before her
Why its the most beautiful, wonderful, enchanting English garden she ever saw
You? she stammers, you made this?
He smiles shyly and says; well now you know what inspires my drawings
Now Maria is eighty and filled with both happiness and sadness
Her husband of all these years has passed on
To be with all his precious roses in the heavens waiting
She sits in their garden, remembering a life time of memories
She picks a single rose, and inhales its fragrance
Contemplating the wisdom's of life
I miss you so much my love
You taught me trust is earned and not given
Your love was my blanket of happiness, wait for me my love,
I am yours eternally
I was lucky in life to have had a good upbringing. My daddy, showered me with love, but most of all he taught me that gifts were not objects, balloons were not magical, nor was he. I learned that what was magical is the time and effort he took to love me, and protect me and those memories I so cherish, but they also he showed me the values I hold dear in myself and those around me.
Then there was dear old grandpa. His garden was his passion, and I suspect that if I could have had more time to spend with him, it was really grandma’s passion, and after her passing, this was the activity that kept him close to her soul. In that respect, I guess it was truly a magical garden. Whenever he saw me, his eyes would light up, he would pour lemonades and he told me such wonderful stories. Unlike many though, he listened to all my troubles and told me, that in life I had to learn some things the hard way, but that he himself knew for a certainty that I would find the love and happiness, that as a young women, I felt would be lost to me forever.
I re-tell my story for all the people out there that have lost trust in others, or have lost hope in humanity. You may have your heart stolen for awhile, someone can bring you sadness, but never let them steal your soul. Learn that trust is earned, not given, and never punish the rest of the world, for your bad experience, for ultimately it is you who suffers most. Be giving, kind and generous, with a strong will and mind. If someone does not respect you, then they shall never earn your trust, and that’s how it should be. Be wise, be prudent, be safe, but most of all be open to love and kindness
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Gregory R Barden | Details
When I was very little, a lion lived under my bed ...
It sounds cute and funny now, but then it was a
Very real thing, and that lion terrorized me. Where
Did that lion come from? It started before I turned
Two, and goes as far back in my memories as do my
Migraines - my very first remembrances. How can a
Soul that young - that chaste and unsullied - have
Created terror already, at such an innocent age? I
Hadn't seen any movies, (this was the late 50's), I
Hadn't read any books of horror or monsters with
My mom, as she would never have allowed any
Such materials into our home, I hadn't been teased
Or terrorized by my siblings, as they both took my
Protection seriously, (and we were not allowed to
Even argue), and yet I believed with every fiber of
My being, that if I put my feet down onto the floor
After the lights were out at night, a very real and
Animate lion would most certainly grab my legs and
Pull me under the bed, and there's nothing anyone
Could have said or done that would have made me
Believe otherwise! I HAD read a Little Golden Book
Called "The Tawny Scrawny Lion", but I LOVED that
Lion, and he didn't scare me a bit! So just where did
That fear come from? Are we BORN with a certain
Amount of innate terror in our souls? Are we given
Or "provided" with a part of our imagination that is
Contrary to the happy and sublime, in order that we
Have something to measure the good and positive
Against? It has become clear to me over the years,
(And some will disagree with this), that the negative
Is as important in our lives as is the positive - that
Tragedy, fear, anger, sadness, and even hatred, (to
A certain extent), are essential to our comings and
Goings, (in limited amounts, hopefully), for without
Them we have no appreciation of the positive. Life
On this planet would be complete apathy and pure
Carelessness without the negative as a litmus to
Measure the good against. This is a somewhat
Disturbing thought, to a certain degree, but without
Evil, there would be no good, without hate there
Would be no love, without the dark there would be
No light. Much as we would like to imagine a world
Without those negative emotions and energies, we
Would have no appreciation of anything good or
Positive without them! They are as essential as
Anything else, though I pray they come in limited
Amounts. I, myself, often speak of how wonderful
The world would be without hatred, but the very
Real, naked, sane truth, is that without hatred,
There would be no love, and no appreciation of the
Things love can do - the changes it can affect. Are
We provided from birth with an innate, soul-deep,
"Healthy" fear of the negative and dark? Is it somehow
Inherent to ALL creatures? Fear keeps all of us from
Hurting ourselves throughout life, but is there more
To it than just what we are taught? Is there a natural
Darkness to our beings that is as important as the
Rest, and the true source of our appreciation of
What's good, happy, loving, and joyful? Is it a genetic
Trait? Are we taught what is good and evil for the
Sake of hearkening the good? Left to our own devices
From birth, would we gravitate to the dark INSTEAD
Of the light? I don't believe so - I believe we are
Innately GOOD, but WHY?? What made us, as a
Race and a species, gravitate toward the appreciation
Of what we now consider "good"? Where did that
Change in energies and motivations come from?
That lion left the dark spaces under my bed many,
Many years ago, but I have replaced it with much
Deeper, darker horrors, born of dreams and books
And movies and depression, and the subconscious
Areas of my mind that I am helpless to control. I
Was very afraid of the dark then, too, but I have
Learned to embrace it as something very warm and
Comforting, primarily due to the fact that I suffer from
Migraines, and find my only refuge from pain in the
Darkness. But we all have lions under our beds in
Some respects, and I tend to believe that they are
As important as what keeps us safe from them,
Or gives us victory over them, and we learn over
Time to limit their intrusion into our lives ... hopefully.
There ARE, of course, some people who come to
Reverse the balance of good and evil, positive and
Negative, light and dark, and the result is frightening,
Consistently antisocial, and blatantly contrary to
Anything of benefit to the human condition. But,
Our understanding of it is crucial, and I think we
Miss that a lot, and even avoid it. Our fear should
Be focused on the things that can bring pain and
Destruction to our lives, not fear itself, for, as
Strange as it may seem, THAT is an essential
Element to our survival, productivity, growth ...
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Robert Candler | Details
Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.
He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.
You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.
Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands.
Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent. We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.
His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.
He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.
He looks each man straight in the eye -
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.
His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.
He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.
He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.
Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.
“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves. Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.
Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son. Keep pushin’. Remember, no pain, no gain”.
He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.
As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.
He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!? “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”?
He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.
Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.
Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.
Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.
So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details
In a sudden nodding shift,
I was lifted into the air by the hard wings of the Devil
His putrid stench waking me from what seemed all dream
And upon a balcony of singed vine and blackened soot,
He set me standing
The persistent chirping and buzzing,
Wailing and crying from the maelstrom gnawed my gut
As my eyes opened to this new creation
Swooping swiftly beside me, a tower of jagged filth and beauty all in one,
He looked down upon me, and out at the parted maelstrom,
And the mighty blue-green light pulsating periodically in golds and reds
Emanating in the center of its massive attachment on the walls of the pit
I stood beside him, in awe of my placement,
In awe of such a purpose now,
A moment that seemed so peaceful, yet full of plot and rot
For he rots and rots in his pit, delightful of it
Estranged from the light, and still intrigued by its merge with his nasty night
By the collaborating genius of his spite, and my light
“Look here, woman,
At the breathing entity before you,
How I breathe like you, sing like you, dream like you
And yet we are parted by such a thing as order
That in the command of your God you stand resilient before me
Splitting my maelstrom to merge with your light
And in turn releasing in me, confusing delight
I am most fortunate to attain such a pleasure as this
That He in such faith has put you before me,
To prove we cannot ignite each other
To prove we cannot delight each other
Did He so believe you would sing these duets,
With sustaining soul and heart,
Without a withered doubt to part
To mark your superiority and strength,
Gainst a prisoner of art…”
I gazed at the masterpiece before me,
Having only heard his song in the background of the increasingly loud buzzing
And my eyes turned to face his gaze,
For the masterpiece he beheld, was a masterpiece he wished to graze
“I have suffered lesions of doubt in my past life, Prince,
Entities of darkness swarming like the insects buzzing in your maelstrom,
Their almost human temperaments convincing downfalls I was cursed with
How we are not as righteous as the next prisoner of sin
How we are no different, no special, and nobody wins…
I am not sad that you are here, Devil,
I do not grieve you like a poor kitten in a drainpipe,
Like a wounded bird screeching for its wings to bring it upright,
You have brought this residence of woe onto yourself,
And for that I cannot apologize,
I cannot sympathize,
Or recognize the true feelings your trampled heart forays
I have risen above such angry, bitter and blackened thoughts,
To make need and necessity crave for spirit of truth,
To rest in virtuous contemplation of a heartier creation…
I look out upon this parted maelstrom and see your allowance of my light,
Though I know you cannot fully appreciate what it means to love,
To appreciate the sheer brilliance of its swell,
Its contrast of color from the green-blue fires,
To the gaping swirls and screams of your hell
I do not feel sorry for what you have done,
But for what will become of you
In the ending times,
Where I will say goodbye
We shant meet upon this balcony as we do today,
Watching our creation, and singing through the fray
I will see no more the long wings,
The pulsing rings, and the fetid stings
You are a lion who will not retreat
And I am a lion who refuses to eat…”
Staring off into the beaming light,
His eyes trailing detailed swirls of screaming victims,
Hands and feet wriggling in the muck,
The monsters swimming, biting and grinning
He guided my hand to the center of my light
“See the shadows cast within the light you mast,
Your God fought me to never see how they danced,
How I serving He would always last,
That even the heartiest angels could never surpass
See how the light fights to subsist with my subordinates
How it merely sustains to point out the beauty of each flaw
How it reveals the true evils within,
How it mocks with righteous piety
The Achilles' heel of sin
Without the light in this dark,
Have I a place to retreat?
Till Your God has blessed me,
Teased me, with a lioness so prone to me
See us dance in the center between dark and light
How none leads the other,
How none crests or smothers…
This is the Domination Age woman,
Where soon my gates will be open,
Where soon, even your light cannot remain so bright
Gainst the growth of the grin of my beastly scheme
I don’t need you to be sorry for me, woman!
Only awed, inspired, enlightened!
How this new revelation reveals command only in hiding
You are no longer lion, dreadful daughter in my sight
You are a leech, a vermin, ready to eat, retreat and reveal
You are the messenger to all you stand up for
A slave, in a way, to understanding this bottomless me…”
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
SUNIL seebalack | Details
Understanding myself, and towards developing introvertedly
The parameters of today, yet most lay dormant inside of me
Questioning the how, as in such, the extended inner faculty
Fractured as then, it's an opposing end, and loosing my identity
All oppositions are viewed, and the educators of our society
Words of old, grown as told, revised, as such, repeatedly
Inertially we become, a society conformed to one,
Rendering it's loss, within our self Individuality
In laymen terms, listen to this
The quotation based, upon our society's wish
First you gotta make the money
Then you can get the power.
When you Get the power, then, you get the respect
When you Get the respect... then, you get the woman...
Ever wonder why it's all such?
Desiring material wealth as much
And finally it's all for what?
The Desired woman's touch?
Take a moment, and lend an ear
For I got my own, it's the quote I share
First, you admit that you don't know
Then you go, and achieve your knowledge
Got the knowledge? now you can get the power
Got the power? well then, you can take the universe
And now, You've Got the universe...
you're A friggin god...
And As for Women?
Women worship the Gods!
When tackling any issue, you've gotta start at it's root within its Right
And even before this, a basis of our own viewed measurable sight
Not loosing ourselves, held confined, outside it's contented light
Knowing simply where, founded, within our roots embedded rights
Upon the foundation that's embodying our root
Here lies all thoughts, weaved within, the fabric of our truth
What is this, within ourselves, and what is the reality within our wish?
Truth... it's a singularity, it's a union of the all and the oneness,
Truth... it's universally simplistic, and it would always exist...
The everything, the all, and it's consistency of nothing, as it is this...
The oxymoron as it represents, it's eventuality as would relinquish
Truth lies within our knowledge, yet it's a call that we constantly miss
Knowledge is awareness, sadness, sorrow and also in the subtle bliss
Knowledge is found in love, in friendships, and even in a simple kiss
Gaining knowledge, is first admitting that, we don't know any of this
Then we truly grow and harmonize, within our lives, and its meandering twists
For in the darkest of nights, the wise men, they turn towards the stars in sight
The recognition of ones self, our inner star, the introverted truth, of who we are
Awareness of our individualism
Understanding within yourself and it's prism
Awareness of outside environment and it what we do
Knowing what is around, and how it can affect others, as well as affecting you
All in achieving our desires, an accomplishment of a single wish...
The Fulfillment, our soul and all the things like this
The first step is gaining knowledge
And so we would grow
So, as In the quotation of, GI Joe:
...And now you know...
But Knowing, it's only half the battle...
The soldier's motto?
If I recalled correctly, I'm sure it is, admittedly so...
Words of wisdom, oddly, within depths would say
Reaching out, introvertly, and towards your way
Introversion within, and also against the Outer
As for all the questions, within a single answer
Understanding truth and their questions after
Knowledge would help us to grow and avoid disaster
In the darkess corner, and within our chatter
The smallest of light would always render
The guides of our life path, the now and the after
For All that is... it's within all that was...
As for all that was... it's within, all that is...
The simplicity of life, the religion of love, and how do we truly give...
The Altruism held within our heart, altruistically, the all, required,
To truly live...
To understand, to grasp, to know, as within the quote would show
The Voice, mind, the eye, and the ear
And within all that we know, and share
These are what lights the lamps of life, love, and care
As a union and the foundation, and of all together, within the now, and here
The power within life and equally within the opposed
The redundant repetition of that supposed
As The Oxymoron, in it's equanimity and thus exposed...
Life is the power that burns and is the sun that gives light
Life is the rain and the thunder in the sky, the wind and our strength and sight
What is matter, and the earth,
what is death, and what is birth
what beyond , it is an eternity,
And all the lifetimes lived, upon this earth, after death and birth, fulfilling our destiny....
Copyright © SUNIL seebalack | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
A 1952 vintage Connecticut dormered Cape Cod
painted stark bleached white
with slick jet-black shutters,
hyperbolizing a deep racial minority
well, issue really,
in my mind of similar vintage
and incarnational permaculture,
conceived in bold ripe August,
born in bullish economy of May.
So, I painted her.
Wrapped my arms
and rolled around her
in turquoise sea,
and sky blue,
with rain-cloud grey trim,
so she might be less afraid
and so might I.
Born into late millennial Yang,
reconnecting and reweaving with each other
during trans-millennial now,
how will we transform our economic options
to full diversity and springtime
polycultures of May?
We grow transformed,
reframed to coincidentally cooperate our octaves of color
feeling and mind
Yin and Yang,
convexly displaying economic ecological
principles of mindfulness as coincidental noticing,
advent of winter's grateful hibernation,
enthymematically aptic communication
inducing measured calculations back through RNA-regenerating
origin of living systems.
Deductive Left-brained dominance need not apply for comprehension,
balanced by summer's yangish nutritional bullish market,
hope of fruitful outcomed spring,
then summer's faithful following
of full polyculturing
permacultured information root system
formating strings and tendrils
cooperatively absorbing nutrient Spring's and sprouts consumption,
to produce within life-sustainably proportional karmic response
to yang/yin coincidental rich deep ecologically efficient,
and inclusively effective for full speciating diversity,
nutrient cooperative economics,
that might actually be logical,
because they are ecological.
These, harvested permaculturally optimized
positive analogical and ecological,
digital and atomic,
temporal and spatial,
linear dynamic Open Set Universe String
Polynomial Closed Set Prime Relationship
neural frequency and flow,
balanced bicameral logos-logic:
Left-brained information language
thermodynamically balanced with 3 spatial dimensions
covering 1 equivalent temporal-linear dimension
Commons Economic Balance Assumption
(0) Core Vector [B. Fuller and Euler] =
(+) e-function =
+1 magnetic balanced QBit quark-function
So, all that going on,
more or less,
in our dominant Left hemisphere newer speciated DNA-brain,
AND Right-brained non-linguistic and non-polynomial
intuitive intelligence codes memory dipolar and
coincidentally confluent empathic trust
(harmoniously proportional flow/frequency neural pattern recognition)
(0) Core Vortex =
(-)(-) [not-polynomial dipolar stricture--implicate order] (D. Bohm)
putting all that mess together,
more or less confluently and permaculturally,
(-)(-)Yin (-1 QBit) Nonpolynomial
intuitive temporal-linear-neural balanced
Optimized Information Permacultured String.
now that my home and I are parting ways,
I'm finally noticing that even my friends and family
don't particularly care for our change of color
It's still kind of a hard sell,
this more colorful permaculture
Must be time for adventurous reincarnating revolutions
or we will remain merely ahead of our own non-polynomial ending time.
Time opens space's liturgical rite of passage.
Space coincidentally reincarnates time's
4 equivalent ecological dimensioned order.
4-dimensional equivalent dipolar time.
There is no such thing as non-polynomial time or space
other than negative binomial time
(implicate ordered Right-brain reverse synchronic-aptic coded).
+P (+1QBit) = (-)(-)P =
+/(-)0 Core binary e-function
Prime Core Electromagnetic Balancing Binary-Binomial QBit.
Spring springs polyculture economics
composting through dark and winterish minds and forms and functions,
still looking for greatest inclusive nutrient yield
without suffering dissonantly wilting loss,
cooperatively flying our regenerative kites
co-id/eco-entity tied with time's river of flowing
informating memory strings.
you were wondering when
I would finally conclude
with the sex part.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details
It was a bitter morning, the ground hotter upon my flesh
I kneeled at the center of the pit on the twentieth day,
Remembering a tune sung so long ago,
A great song grieving for the incessant wars
I had almost forgotten how cruel the sounds were…
“Dona, dona…nobis, pacem.”
The voices of the suffering groaning,
Satan the Devil landed close beside,
Watching me scoop the muck on the ground with my hands
He eyed me closely,
Never blinking as he absorbed my solo
I sang the words as I remembered,
My voice ringing around the darkened well
Sifting around and upwards, so that all creatures may behold it
“Word over all,
Beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war
And all its deeds and carnage,
Must in time
Be utterly lost…”
He grimaced, as I continued digging through the soot,
My hands scooping slowly and resolvedly
“That the hands of the sisters,
Death and Night,
Wash again and ever again,
My tears fell upon the filth,
As the sobbing from the maelstrom arose ever louder
The tears dripped richly, freshly
Forming a small puddle that broke the hardened rock,
Washing away the stubborn muck
I dug yet still deeper and deeper,
Slowly and surely…
“I look where he lies white faced and still,
In the coffin
I draw near,
And touch lightly with my lips
The white face
In the coffin…”
My last weak note fell in our Prince’s ear like that of a dull bell,
The break of my voice drawing him nearer
Curiously crouching close
For a long time, he said nothing
In the stillness,
I thought of my grandfather, lying rigid,
A frown forever dressed on his features
A face once filled with bountiful life
The pain of his death reminded me of the evil that birthed such tragedy
The reality of this darkness perching my pain
And I was reminded that twenty days,
And four hundred ninety nine years more,
I must wait
To see his beautiful, alighted face again
To confide in him once more as in days past,
His strong thoughtfulness and kindness
That so led me to be who I am
“Dona Nobis Pacem…” He spat, reviling each word
“How many have sung those very same words, over all,
In vain…to bring their swords and spears to battle,
In turn…to bury their dead, gnashing their teeth,
Crushing the bones of those they love the most…
Dona Nobis Pacem, in the face of war,
The pleading of your tears,
Mud is it merely, that forms there,
In your heart of despair…”
He clasped by dirty hand to cease my digging,
Holding it up for him to see,
To feel how the dirtiness felt between my fingers,
Up my palms, and damasked upon my arms
As if to vanquish the grief in every fiber of my being
As if to extinguish from his thick brow some secret sensation...
He then lowered my hand with a sigh,
Sudden grief interrupting my sorrowful dirge
In some strange, counterproductive confliction
I drew my other hand to him, and set it on top of his own
I looked into his eyes, my heart softly sinking
“Why have I come here to you, Prince of Darkness..?”
Puddles of tears streamed down,
To our feet, and his gnarled toes impressed their warmth
The moment they touched, the ground glowed,
Revealing an expanding pool of clear water
Thirstily, desperately, I broke away from the Devil,
To cup my hands into the water,
He watched me drink with immense anger and jealousy,
Horror even, at the formation of this pure water in his well
With a great scoop of the soil, the stubborn soot,
He cried out, hurling the thick mass into the pool,
And like oil, it dispersed,
Floating in droplets on the surface,
Secluded from the depths of the water,
Separate elements, existing together—
He and I
Pacem… . pacem…”
His fists clenched
“How I have hurt her…
Let His waters flow within her
I, the current, shall win her
From the inside and outwards,
How I shall win her. . .
How she must be mine. . .”
-Note: This is a special section which features words that are quoted from the English composer’s Ralph Vaughan William’s great work Dona Nobis Pacem, the third movement (out of six ) entitled Reconciliation. In this song, the words from the poet Robert Frost are put to music. The gentle intensity of this section offered me great happiness and inspiration.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015