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The beating of the Mill,
we hear it down the hill.
It is the town's heartbeat.
No children on the street
already in the shop
to labor till they drop.
Sold to the upper class;
the mother needs the brass.
The father on the beer;
not working since last year.
The bosses own their soul,
their houses, so they toll;
boy, sister, young as four
stay bailiff from the door.
They; hardly off the teat,
meet quotas, or get beat.
Most dying all too young
from ailment of the lung
or bodies ripped apart.
No healthcare; caring heart
so poorer lose their health
while richer gain more wealth
on broken bodies, pain.
The workers take the strain.
Not distant, in the past
but present, and to last.
You think that things have changed,
you all must be deranged;
The Beating of the Mill
is calling us all still!
The Sweat Shop Poetry Contest placed 5th
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Date wrote: 15th February 2022
There comes a time
when partisan
and pious positions
are set not aside
but explicitly within
both/and dialogue frames
evolve and revolve
private principles
and public EarthJust policies
for healthcare practice
meditation
medication
consciousness
conscientiousness
compassion
passion stories
redemptively co-invested
cooperative journeys
re-ligioning
There comes a multicultural space
re-connecting who Red Republicans hate diseased the least
with what Green Democrats healthily love the most.
There comes our climatic time
and sacred space
when all EarthTribes must take
and retake
and remake integrally healing opportunities
that feel neither capitalistically safe,
nor competitively win/lose
ZeroSum strategic,
nor popular for defending straight white male
anthroprivileged leftbrain dominance,
But, we must invite each other
with humbling gratitude
positive attitude
into changing international co-relational
co-investing space
Because bicameral consciousness
tells and spells us
this is contextually balancing
universal left Yang
and unitarian right Yintegrity.
There comes our climaxing
regenerative space
unpositioned
nonpartisan place
for synergetically cooperative
ecological
theological both/and might
power and light,
polyculturally/multiculturally
meta-ecopolitically bright.
"There comes a time
when one must take
the [nonviolently compassionate trans]position
that is neither safe
nor [partisan apartheid] political
nor popular,
but he [sic, for nonviolent humanity]
must do it because conscience
tells him [us] it is right"
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
And righteously beautiful,
EarthHealth and Safety
polyvagally
polypathically
polymathically
polyculturally
polynomially
multiculturally elegant.
There are many people to thank in this pandemic…many workers of whom we feel reverential…but today let’s concentrate on our doctors and nurses…and why they’re so essential.
They put their lives on the line every day…their sole purpose…to keep us alive…hoping they won’t contract this virus…praying they will survive.
What would we do without our doctors and nurses?
They’ve been our Covid superstars.
How often have they have gone without seeing their families…so we could get back to seeing ours?
They say that doctors are the brains of a hospital …and nurses are its heart…but if you’ve ever spent any time in one…you know nurses are just as smart!
Thank you for the way you work together…how you turn healthcare into an art…for we know a hospital cannot function without its brain…and can’t survive without it’s heart.
So once again...thank you all you doctors and nurses…thank you…and you…and you...and until we can get back to hugging…our thanks will have to do.
WAIT!…Perhaps there is a way to thank you by listening less to our politicians and more to you when you ask…that we wash our hands, socially distance…and…for the life of everyone…wear a mask.
It was time for the New York Residential Division contract to be renewed
but the Realty Advisory Board desired the members to get screwed
that wanted the members to give some of their benefits back
but 32BJ leadership stayed focus and on track
so on and on and on the bargaining talks did go
but the union refused to have any give backs nor accept the word no
we don't bend over, we don't back up and we sure as hell don't back down
our President Michael Fishman and his team stood their ground
it came down to the wire and neither side would concede or give in
until we had a rally with 10,000 plus members and called on our political friends
and at the midnight hour the new agreement went into effect
32BJ's leadership got the members exactly what they'd expect
they kept all 10 of their contractual sick days
and no percentage of their healthcare do they have to pay
they will get a raise in all four of the contract's years
and there will be no hiring system on a level that is two-tiered
VICTORY for 32BJ the union that never backs down
VICTORY for the New York Residential Division
HOW SWEET THE SOUND
Autumn leaves and melancholy
The city park an Oasis for a lovers stroll
As the cold nights invade the city lights
Park benches, the hotels for the homeless
A vagrant inebriated man, withered
Drunk and destitute, no home to go
He lies listless, snoring on the park bench
Ragged clothes and a tattered life
Wake UP Wake UP
Shoved by the Police in the dead of night
You must move on old man
Or we shall issue you a court summons
Ah but where shall I go? he boldly demands
This is of no concern of ours old drunk
You must vacate this park now
We have no time for old drunk fools
The old man asks, and who pray tell are you?
I am the police, and your nightmare, if you don’t vacate now
Oh Police? Not officers of the peace? Here to serve and protect?
And who pray tell are you serving and protecting tonight?
Do not talk back old man
Worse things than a summons may befall upon you
Now move on you stinky drunk
As the story goes, the old man moved on, drunk and broken
The next day, no better for the wear
The old man rose, to begin another beggar’s day
Voices inside tormented him
Wounds from long ago
Today, he proclaimed time to collect his just rewards
His teeth ached, his belly hurt
He bought a gun, from the toy store
All he could afford
Off he went to the City Bank
Time for a withdrawal
Hand me all your cash he demanded
The teller whispered
Old man we all know you
You can not think to get away?
Why you barely stumbled your way in here
I doubt you can make it to your getaway bus?
- concern and compassion in her voice
He replied all proud
None the less hand me your cash
My plan is sound, you pretty lass
Fear not I mean no harm to you sweetie
At the door, those very same Police
Yelled drop your weapon
And so he did
As they pushed him violently to the ground
Sitting in the back seat, he smiled
Finally justice will be served
The Officer scolded him
You drunk, you will be locked away now you scum
40 years before, the irony of life was to be painted
The old drunk saved the life of a fellow soldier
Who had a son, whom became a police officer
Irony is the sadness that shall sink many a heavy heart
Now the old man, with 10 years in prison
Finally his country paid his dues
This old war vet, got his 3 square meals
His teeth all fixed and healthcare for an ailing heart
God bless those who truly serve and protect
MindBody notices feelings
EgoMe-EcoWe deign ordain
to listen sacredly inside
And consider speaking up
kindly and calmly outside
about how I feel
+Healthy=InterDependently Wealthy
original earth-tribe design
Is what's left
when you subtract
Lose/Lose mortally diseased,
and/or win/lose uneased,
anxious
stressed in-between
by uncertain climate healthcare
survivalist or thrivalist choice
of health is wealth wellness-voiced conditions.
Heart and lungs feeling
EcoWe intuiting
inviting panentheistic peak sensory experiences
Reminding bicameral mindbody
why MeWe find
deep sacred safety
where we uncover wide polycultural democracy,
compassion,
multicultural
inter-religious gratitude
for EarthDay/Night
Light/Power
Space/Time
SkyYang/RevolvingEarth Yintegrity
OutSide/Inside
Precessive/Repressive [Buckminster Fuller]
Dipolar co-arising
StrongMind/FlowEmBodied
MonoTheistic/PanEntheistic
Universal/Unitarian
1/0 double-binary
co-empathic
Nature/Spirit
nondualistic bilateral
liberally conserving
ego/ecosystemic balancing
bilateral bicameral gifts.
Cooperative researchers and restorers
often experience Wins for nature
as Winning Spirit
of ego-eco-centering healthy lives.
CoInvesting in cooperatively-owned
and co-managed Earth,
Inside/Outside Future Searchers
eco-facilitating
outdoor nutritional management
tasks
and issues
CoInvesting
in small nuclear-ballistic families
and large extended species--
regenerations of SacredTime
CoInvesting
in eco-dynamically
uninvited
WinLose and LoseLose
nature v spirit glitches,
WinLose risks
adversely influencing opportunities,
WinWin polycultural outcomes.
FutureSearch EcoParticipants
CoInvestors
EcoInfested CoOperative Facilitators
growing in PositivEnergy Democracy building
for restoring Climate CoTherapy,
ego dipolar co-arising eco,
cooperatively manage and own everything healthy
long-term nutritious wealth.
When matriarchal eco-facilitators
intrude a WinLose disempowering risk,
we postpone WinWin opportunities
for other sacred eco-facilitators
rediscovering WinWin cooperative
Yang joys
and YinYin
WinWin appositional paradoxes,
notnot cooperatively managing ourselves
more WinWin than competitively WinLose.
Searchers have thanked
eco-facilitators Janoff
and Weisbord
for steering clear
of WinLose LeftBrain
Either/Or dominant
Business As Devolutionary Usual.
Such contagious gratitude
is our RightBrain understoried WiseElder
Future thru Past ReSearch
payoff
reinvested in reforesting forward.
Bodhisattva co-messiahs,
permacultural ZeroZone restorers and redesigners,
deep sacred ecology learning
How to do monoculturing anthro-centric WinLose less
actually WinWin helps
restore nature-spirit therapeutic peace
nurturing multi-lateral justice.
Together we help GREEN heal
EarthTribe's cooperative interdependent Opera,
both secular ecological
and sacred economic
nutritional healthcare cooperative writing
and health development design
and wealthy resonant song
and healthy resilient dance--
EarthTribe Nutritional Entertainments,
healthy trust,
goodfaith humors
and vegetarian creolizing casseroles.
As others run as hard as they can
To get out of the way of the sick and diseased
The doctors and the nurses dash toward them
As others turn their faces inward,
The health providers open their arms and hearts
Giving the afflicted a bit of comfort and hope
As others ignore what is happening
Hoping it will not affect them or their loved ones
The nurses and doctors try to get a bit of sleep
Knowing they will get up the next day and do it all again
And the day after that and the week after that
Until they have nothing left to give.
The healthcare workers of the world are currently on the front lines,
Ready to give whatever support is needed, sometimes laying down their lives
To do what God has called them to do.
They are our heroes. Let us revere them and send them prayers.
This is that place you heard of but didn’t understand.
This is that place. This is where they had it so good for so
many generations. This is that place
Where healthcare was free and second to none,
where people lived free and practiced their religions.
It used to be an empire that spanned the whole world.
This is that place
This is that place where great meant it because they did
great things. This is that place where Shakespeare penned his
word strings. This is that place
Now it sits here all alone in the sea. It listens to the wind to catch
a long lost memory, it sits here alone like a cold cup of tea.
This is that place
The world moved on and left them alone in the dark. The
world tried to help but their arrogance tore any relationships
apart. The world reached out its hand to its failing economy.
But these English people thought they were too good for
well meant charity.
They went it alone singing old songs of the war. They grew
their own food like they’d done decades before. Longing to a
memory of a once great society, they thought it would come back
but history wasn’t about to re-reel. They now live on the streets
begging and killing for basic water and meals.
This was Great Britain so many years ago. The nations it
held were great nations of brothers but England ripped
that apart. Now they call it Brexitain because it’s that part of their
history that savaged the people to hatred and a me, me, me
society.
This is that place that once ruled the seas. Politicians of
ineptitude and lies only interested in making the greedy
more wealthy. They tore away the fabric of a once great and
tolerant society. They murdered democracy for power and greed.
This is that place.
Delusion and Reference
(Paranoia)
Once there was only one, not fun,
So then this became two, did moo,
But my mum thought there were two,
There was her, and then guess who,
God said this, that, she said, like glue,
So her and Him had chats with another one,
This to me made still two in the room,
But the room had three to happy her,
And to the other one with her, further,
They deludedly found her valid and clever,
So they never hissed at her nor did mur,
Such that to them in the room done,
There were also three in the room there hun,
Not to be bred, so him and her and Yun,
Simmered my symptoms which decayed,
My youth and I was subjugated dismayed,
Such that I am now discharged recently,
Not newly promoted without ropes concisely,
Didn't want to placate the man walking behind,
Erroneous paranoia is best left to fester inside,
And so I don't know why health professionals sit,
Without asserting this mistake of faith which does slit,
Numbers - if functionally for other people and the kids,
There’s three, and her factor always liaisons her upper lids,
Then there are three real people in the room, lipids,
To them, at medical appointments, healthcare visits,
Meetings, excuse the syllogising of a sought parallax hits:
So the real converser, the professional, they must cohere,
That mum’s views may be quietly rejected unsaid,
Subtly accepted but then bypassed in favour of the kid,
Who needs to be pulled up from the pit of loneliness, bid,
By the health professional who must relinquish resolutely -
Through paperwork just to file away the sinner here absolutely,
Because ABC to me means that there's two in the room,
When there’s only two in the room, tested, there's two chemically, boom,
Since hormones cannot combine with a metaphysical being to boon,
He will loon when dislocated occupations and displacement loom -
A mathematician is not an essayist and neither a fit bit a goon;
And therefore, please remember that you become what you've done,
Not what you've sung and altered, so when healthcare workers are spun,
You get paranoia, not mum by ego, if they don't bravely come into the sun.