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My stomach
and lower core rumblings
and dis-communionations
hope for some further feeding
consuming way
to not merely tolerate
but gratefully digest
what my gut
won't easily
organically appreciate
and comfortably eliminate
Can only traumatically depreciate
Has trouble resonantly ingesting
what eyes and mouth
salivate to masticate.
Chewing
swallowing massive trauma
to consumers so enlightened
and healthily empowered
we cannot bow
to southern fried chicken-wing
mighty bite makes digestive right
toxic dogma
not nature-spirited
indigenously bright
Confused by preachy facile spirits
inexperienced with deep resilient peace
digestive therapy
Not ingesting further
poison punishments
Blames
and shames
against restoring strong stomach
and deeper digestive flowing innocence
Unconditional regard
for nutritionally healthy
nurturing
natured grateful spirits
Long experienced souls
avoiding win/lose congestion
indigestion
by choosing win/win
cooperatively immaculate re-conceptions
Well chewed
and communally swallowed
bread and wine
of full-bodied
root health chakra souls
exploring neuro-sensory communion
Anticipating panentheistic
intra/inter-personally wealthy
sacred pre-inceptions.
Living my dream bereft of reality pressure
I zoom toward faith-venture’s pleasure
As a princess with eternal treasure
Sharing blessings beyond measure.
Being the daughter of a sovereign so powerful
I’ll advocate for our kingdom to be healthily beautiful
Along the multiplication of loving families who are blissful
While enriching adoptive homes - united, willingly helpful.
Aiding special kids toward their transformation
I'll empower them and their parents for vision-fruition
Good dream is it to see disadvantaged children in great action
Effectively-driven to optimize God-granted function.
Neither whimsical wish nor capricious fantasy
Being generous and caring is never a fallacy
Such actually boosts altruistic ecstasy
Smiting perilous selfishness' bankruptcy.
Living my dream, I’ll fulfill my heart’s delight*
With the Lord’s miraculous might
Doing my best in His wondrous sight
Shining bright; walking in the light.
*Psalm 37:4 Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
October 11, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT D" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/5/2020.
Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution
predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready
for prime time playing years
repercussions long fostered anguish,
when offspring begot
(particularly the whip smart eldest)
she jockeyed herself as winner
with good n plenti horsesense
chomped at the bit, albeit figuratively,
when aforementioned progeny
attained age of awareness
underscored by livingsocial
in the horn of plenty
regarding estates generally
dripping exuberant wealth,
where plush domiciles within MainLine
accentuated luckless financial pitfall,
asper yours truly afflicted mental illness
mine generalized anxiety, panic,
obsessive compulsive disorder...
ascribed to existence squandered,
nee imprisoned impenetrable prison
found me captive undermining
ordinary healthy development
sabotaging approximately five decades
constituting better part sans mein kampf,
which total three plus score orbitz,
yet far and away psychologically afflicted
nsync and linkedin with
emotional, mental, and social trauma
(learning difficulty compounded
dilemma repercussions extant today),
now healthily sublimated,
courtesy painful pubescent exhumation
poetry metier write
cathartic, holistic, narcotic...
plus weekly therapy sessions
also exercise in toto with meditation
supplements summoning forth
inner Wizard of Oz
to traverse cratered abysmal pits
gingerly sidestepping death traps
awash with skeletal wreckage
indelible scars perforating
air supply condemning me
aging baby boomer nsync
lead zeppelin plunges
corporeal essence gripped
stranglehold asphyxiates
sputtering torturous undulations
irrepressibly avast impossible mission
livingsocial counter intuitive
rather hermetically sealed simian
accustomed himself being alone.
Probably few of us
have capacity
to see ourselves
as both Angel
and Demon.
Many of us
have had the experience
of demonizing
and punishing ourselves
for sins of the past
extending into our present
festering
unresolved trauma.
Hopefully many of us
have also had the experience
of forgiveness
and saving ourselves
from sins of dis-integrity's future
because someone shared with us,
in some effective way,
that nothing
is always your autonomous fault
If only because
no organic creature,
anthro or otherwise,
is born
or can survive
radically autonomous
from non-ego centers.
Personal identity
follows interpersonal
ecosystemic individuation
developmentally
causally
healthily
and effectively.
I hear healing opportunity
in this responsible
yet not solely authoritative
both/and way
of ego/eco-consciousness
As well as traumatizing risk
of denial,
too cheap self forgiveness,
too easy hiddenness
of our secret
most private
feelings of guilt
about harming another
Both intentionally
and without malice,
accidentally.
A woman's reluctant decision
to abort may feel unresolvable
between angelic health optimizing desires
and demonic win/lose fears
and angers
As might
her reluctant decision
to buy a gun
and several ominous rounds
of deadening ammunition
To protect herself
and her children
from traumatic demons
at her flimsy door
Not considering
her lack of experience
with braver win/win angels
hoping to reassure her.
Therapeutic angels
may also wait,
curiously
and impatiently,
outside that same door,
searching for health's
most wealthy bell
to dispel
shared dark shadows
In-between silent demons
we abhor
and sacred angels
we redemptively adore.
Listen to your heart beat like a drum
So inspired to write a song of love
Love is a tool unique for everyone
If you listen too you will be touched
War is hurting many hearts in despair
Weapons of war are sometimes words
Blue heart troubled as one who cares
For a family for a soldier who deserves
To live good life may very well die
Serving in the military so proud
Loved ones missed inspires cry
Red eyes that seem to shout
Come back my dear soldier and
Try to heal your war torn heart
A nation owes you to understand
Your sacrifice day, night as a star
PTSD and survivor silver guilt
May rob you of purple peace
Despite challenge you are built
To live life in the land of the free
You’re so used to guarding yourself
You may have walls around heart
Purple Heart you earned isn’t wealth
And money can only go so far
Wishing you a joyful red recovery
Even from things you had to hide
Like the unknown soldier’s discovery
Perhaps a part of you too died
No one knows your story struggle
If it helps write the pain away
May your reward be peace double
In your life your heart I pray
The person you are is licorice loyal
May your lover be as good to you
May you share passion so hot it boils
That healthily heals your insides too
The Healthy Dance of His Rose
Oh healthy Rose!
His he senses you are
But your thorns he dreads
And disturbed he is at night
A song for you he dreamt
He’s by your side mystically
He sings at your nose definitely
And to your cadence his body trembles
At your face he stares
As in a mirror eye in eye
Up and down both of you
And the sweet tune makes him sweat
Mega hot your bodies are
Cos mixed are your melodies
You have fixed it finally
And both of you in a single box
Silence reigns as all is over
As asleep the ecstasy takes you
In that unspoken happiness
And I bet his Rose has healthily danced
Theophile Mugisho Ndabuli
Settling into love
for a person
for a sacred place
fertile
organic
rich growing space
Easy when felt
obviously
warmly
positively
copassionately
robustly returned
Difficult when mean
selfish
cruel
cold indifference
perpetuates competing
to not further communicate
Bilateral lose/lose
zero-sum competitive rules
Less golden than intending win/win
Unlikely to age gracefully
cooperatively
happily
healthily
safely
steadfastly saving
positive protagonist
panentheistically felt sacred faced
fast-paced race
through insufficient reconnecting time
Settling into fear
against another angry person
against an anxious all-consuming place
threatening stuck
neglected deadening space
Easier to be hard
to speak cruel
cold indifference
Forgetting impractical win/win curiosity
possibly both unorthodox and unsafe
cooperative economic co-investments
and politically transparent
vulnerable golden rules
predicting virtuous grow
of win/win co-passionate choice-making
for lose/lose Trauma
unconditional healthy-warm
and positively safe
from win/lose predative
degenerating toward lose/lose harm
for lack of win/win resilient
unconditional warm charm
Settling into love
for each interdependent person
for each polypathic sacred place
fertile recreation
organic speciation
rich growing
our neurosystemic healthy space.
Behind Summer's fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty
Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe's inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma
MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal autonomous
lonely at the top
supremacy
MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist,
terrorist
climatic pathology
MonoCulturing Straight Western Male
historic white
protagonist light,
choosing win/lose inside voices
over win/win outside choices
is not so healthily bright
Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance,
EarthTribally accessible
democratic co-enlightenment.
Dear Thom the Train
Attorney Page,
Defender of all Creatures
here below
in these DisUniting States
of throwback uncivil disunion,
What is your root foundation
for a constitutional argument
that all living residents
of these remaining United Democratic States
have a right
to restoring healthy justice,
to resiliently retaining healthy life?
Is this sacred democratic Source
inter-related with values
like well-being
prosperity
liberty
public health optimization,
declarations of defensive rights
for all Creation
to freely seek democratic empowerment
and liberating enlightenment?
Non-royalist
non-fascist
non-authoritarian
non-patriarchal
non-colonizing
non-racist
non-demonizing
non-anthropocentric,
non-xenophobic
non-narcissistic
non-egocentric
and, thereby, pro-green new and ancient win/win deals.
I am not a lawyer,
as you can clearly already hear,
but more of a constitutional
polycultural historian,
So, how do you briefly argue
in courts of your licit choosing,
an evolutionary theory
of democracy still healthily emergent?
Starting with straight
white
patriarchal property owners
of
African and Native American
domesticated and feminized
economic and political
natural and spiritual slaves,
Moving multiculturally out
to include prisoners
and homeless shelter dwellers,
human
and now our imprisoned
and life-endangered dogs
and cats,
horses
and cattle,
birds
and guines pigs
of democratic tensions
intentions
extensions
of dominating fraternity
and liberating sorority.
History shows
where our constitutional democratic story began
with white straight male slave-owner privilege,
But, how do you predict where
and when this evolving
expanding
emergent cooperative health-wealthing
cooperative reality
should
or could
or would globally end?
Or,
it is your brief courtship win/win position
that we must expect no such end
to this multiculturally revolutionary
democratic 20/20 revolution?
Moving from more Straight White Patriarchal
independence days
toward more resiliently fulfilling
Earth InterDependence Days
and sensory moonlit nights
Of freely orbiting stars
and planets
from democratizing Positive/Negative
Yang/Yin Energy
Empowering health,
Enlightening true and beautiful
polycultural
trans-historic
epic green
democratic wealth.
So, I can also be a father was the song my anxiety sang in that labour room,
For the past nine months I had watched him grow in his mother's womb,
Now, I was called in to hear his first earthly cry but the pains of labour made my mouth dumb,
And from the burst of the birth sac the amniotic fluid came out to release his head bump.
His appearance in the birth canal mixed my anxiety with fear,
The midwife called out for others to get ready to give the new birth some care,
They suckled out some mucus and spanked his buttocks for my eyes to dare,
Then his cries sneaked in the joy of a new life into the room for all ears to hear.
Oh it's a boy were the words that sent my joy to the moon,
So, my first born was a boy born healthily at around half past noon,
Happiness rushed into the room and placed me on a ride of excitement just too soon,
My wife there laid with weakness too powerless to stop her singing a beautiful tune.
The addition of this little cuty made excitement flew into the room really so fast,
The mood in the room was soaked in his cry and the joy it brought seemed to forever last,
The proud mother wore excitement as she put him to breast that she forgot the pains of an immediate past,
Cute one, welcome to our home and you shall forever be cherished with a love supplied to you vast.