Long Heterosexual Poems
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I am a Socialist. Can we be friends?
Sure. I believe in some of the same things you do.
I am a heterosexual. Would you hold that against me?
Not if you don’t make me into one.
I cannot stand liberals. What do you dislike about them?
Not sure, but my mother said to hate them, so I do.
All right.
Are you a liberal? Not right this second.
I like to garden. I don’t but we might find something else in common.
I do not like to shop. I love to shop.
I am allergic to peanut butter. Oops! I say as open up a bag of peanuts.
We agree to be outside friends, across the garden. We wave.
I am a non-reader. Good. I will read to you.
I am old. Is that a problem? I do not see how.
I still bite people but only when they make me angry.
I think you might want to attend the other party at the house next door.
Can we still be friends?
Sure.
Can I call you grandma?
No.
thy macbook pro
contracted a ungrateful deadly virus
disallowing communication
between you Pink Floyd, and us
Tom MacDonald (the head
hombre honcho) didst tuss
sup hiz hands in utter futility,
and exhausting every suss
stain nibble dollop pa Rob Zombie courtesy
sans himself and Russ
tea (a lifelong four footed
canine companion)
large as a small medium at large
bow wow wing over seer christened Marge
a Jeff Bezos Amazon woman
demanding tubby address as "Sarge"
long days journey into night
without access
to the Pink world wide web,
newt hiz a bless
akin to experience
foreboding check mate playing chess
after one fateful opening gambit,
asper this poe whit doth express
he haint no "Garry Kasparov,
Anatoly Karpov, Bobby Fischer...
or other prominent masters
nee virtual kings
aye coon fess
cuz y'all would
be on target to guess
this chipper chap
(now he iz back in busy 'n Hesse)
hive felt extreme dot com tremens
without recourse the cyber space
e'en though misgivings prevail bing
linkedin within the human race
and nah ver since birth,
hike hood never find my place
until...while very late in my puberty,
which lasted til age fifty and nine
orbitz 'round el sol, twas juiced recently
attained personal
accomplishments sans mine
kempf posse sub billy due to pertinent
Capricorn requisite plan nets
formed a heterosexual
instagram joyus chorus line
Ivana and Ivanka
and other daughters with mothers
midst matriarchal families with U.S. herstories
might be troubled
by the Trump Administration's corrupt substitution--
supremacy of White
when both sacred and sexual life is so clearly all about
purest transparency of Light.
When this transparent Light
fills political backrooms
and personal bedrooms,
all Earth remains a Sacred Tragic/Comedy Stage;
takes on a more intimately personal
and yet also a greater economic and political
CoPresence of vulnerable Light.
What do we practice,
practice,
practice
making greater
and more naturally-spiritually extended love
in our bedrooms
and our backrooms?
What have we practiced,
practiced,
practiced
making even more supremacy of fear-mongering White
heterosexual males only on top always
raping and pillaging lives
of mindless patriarchal complacency?
About Win-Lose dualistic interpretations of White is Good
and Black is NotWhite is Bad
sacred scripture
in White-dominant
segregated
mistrusting bad-faith communities,
Yet Win-Win transparency of cooperative Light
is so obviously YHWH's wondrously divine
FullColor ScreenPlay
Opera of His/HerStoric CoOperations.
~ Just thinkin' tonight ~
They're coming to take us away
Ha, ha, ho, ho, tee, hee
The Woke Ones; ha, ha, hee, hee
They're coming for you and me
Fluid sexual preferences, ho, ho
Today I'm straight; tonight, a homo
My gender I change like underwear, ha, ha
I can be Yoko Ono or Yo Yo Ma
LGBTQ is the way to be, tee hee
No more being heterosexual, you see
'Cos that would make you reactionary
a fate worse than being white, hee, hee
And as for race, you're in first place
if you're a minority -- though only black
or brown, so you'd better frown if
you're Korean or Chinese, tee, hee
Oh, they're coming to take us away
Ha, ha, ho, ho, hee, hee
The Woke Ones are coming for you and me
Riding Mindless Waves of Identity
To deny our own histories
and herstories of truth,
loyalty to sacred integrity of our internal natural
and external spiritual
sacred climates of loving healthy love
with hating pathologically competitive hatreds.
Restorative healing grace
invites economies of polyculturing love
and these are not to become confused with
retributive justice politics
of dualistic injustices and war-
and hate-mongering.
Imagine growing up in a world
where Jesus taught you must grow up into mature polysexuality
and this was accepted and presumably experienced as true
by all you loved and trusted
except you,
hopelessly heterosexual only.
We would sing
"Onward Christian Soldiers
marching off to war..."
and you would worry
how you might possibly stay under range
of our automatic rifle fire.
That is the harm you have brought to me
through not believing in the nonduality of Earth's Matriarchal Nature
and God's Holy Spirit
as per the literal nature-spirit teachings
and parables of JesusChrist.
And this is the retributive monotheistic harm
you have brought into this Nation's sacred patriotic commitment
to protect and conserve grace-arrayed beauty and health
of this Mother Land
and all of Earth's sacred interdependent multicultures
of internal
and for external
climates of health
through less competitive dualistic pathologies.
All are invited to restore justice and peace
to turn away from OldSchool retributive injustice
and not-so-divinely inspired violence,
to vocations of healing
and not for judgments against others,
as if any one way of becoming
were not replete with multiculturing truth
and polypathic nondual sacred loves.
Imagine you were born into a RedState
where only you could see in full color,
but you have read experiences of GreenStates
in full polycultural glory.
Would you believe God is calling you
to punish all those who could only see in black and white?
Or inviting you to restore your RedState
to GreenState Traditional Arrays of Grace?
Free life
I need to live a free life
The independence of God
But I can’t from modern life
Disgusting. This is an error
“They can’t recognize. All sick
That psychology is poor in soul."
"Their sexual problem is your life
You are heterosexual. Abnormal!"
Said Satan
I live in England. I love women. Only
“You are an observed suspicious person."
What?!
“You live alone. A Bible reader. You love women. Only?!
That could be a problem there. You are not sexually modern.”
I live alone, like a priest. Is this a problem? Why?
“Yes, you are a meat, that psychology needs meat.”
??
“They spread their lifestyle. And they stop your seed there
You must be homogeneous there. You are inferior.”
Thank you. Now everything is clear
But where does this come from?
“But where does this radiate from?
Hmm. Well, well, you found a building.”
Where is free life? Where?
Where is independence?
"There is only one
In your heart."
Said Master Satan
They lived across from each other
on and off the center floor dorm hall,
both on the much discussed
controversial LeftWing side.
Yang perused Yin's CDs,
"I see you like that ***** music,
Elton John
and Luther VanDross
and George Michael.
I didn't notice that before."
Yin responds quietly
calmly
amused:
First,
I don't believe music is gay or straight,
but most everything wave-linear co-related in-between
harmonic and dissonant,
diminished and replenished.
Lyrics may be wavey *****
or straight-line predictable
but usually flow well
either spiraling way
telling co-relating creation stories
of nature's neural positives
and negatives
surfing back and forth
in and out
before and after
here and there
now and then
and yet to climax
polypathic health
as polyphonic wealth.
But, Second,
Feels to me all music,
maybe all muses,
are *****
when I think holistically about it,
us,
them,
verbally thought and non-verbally felt,
internally touched
By a rhetorical moment
we curiously know as music
without noticing how radically unlikely
regenerative processes
compassionate evolutions
could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds,
rhythms,
patterns,
colors,
textures,
stories,
epic original empathic creations
and co-empathic octaved recreations
within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged
RightWing capitalistic
narcissistically greedy
UnQueer Line Marching Against
the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets
of unboxable harmony,
despite dissonance,
resonance,
despite fading resilience of Baby Xers,
polyphonic yin-mused light,
despite polynomial not not
climate of touch and feel
polyphonic dualdarkness.
Meanwhile Yang
couldn't hear too well
since opening the window
facing spring
listening
to a cranked up RocketMan,
while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music,
and Yin's ears swayed tenderly after and before
***** musing
straight talk.
I’d like to think that I am brave…that in terms of bravery I’ve succeeded…
but when I look back on my life I wonder…how much bravery have I needed?
I’m a 67 year old white male…this is a good place to begin
as no one has ever hated me because of the color of my skin.
I’ve never been afraid to walk alone…I’ve never felt I wasn’t free
I’ve never had the chance to be brave in the face of bigotry.
I have never been abused, embarrassed or made to feel shame…
I’ve never had another person call me a derogatory name.
I’ve never had to be brave when someone attacked the God in whom I believe.
No one has ever questioned my religion…how I pray, or dress…or grieve.
I am heterosexual…It’s the way I was diagrammed…
I’ve never had to bravely say to the world…accept me for who I am.
I was a teacher…now retired…having spent a career in academics…
but I’ve never had to summon the bravery it takes…to teach in a pandemic.
I’ve never had the bravery to tell my family we could not pay our rent…
to look them in their eyes and say…our money’s all been spent.
I was not a nurse, a doctor , a policeman, a fireman or a soldier
I was never in the fray
I never had to show the bravery…these people exhibit every day.
I’ve had an easy and a wonderful life…I’ve enjoyed the ride upon this wave
and I am thankful because of who I am…I’ve never needed to be brave…
And I am grateful to all of you who have been…all you heroes I’ve seen made…
by doing what you know is right even when you've been afraid…
I shall always admire who you are…all of you
how your bravery inspires…how it stirs…
and I only hope that someday…
I can add my bravery to yours.
Emotional sequestration perseverates
across thine time warped
weft wise wold,
sans interpersonal stagnation
flourishes as oft twice told
tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed
moldering scull - sacrificed stranglehold
did potential..., now bankrupt acquaintanceships/
friendships get out sold
agonizingly excruciatingly
jujitsu physically writhing
front row seat occupied -
whereat direct view of scaffold
penurious adolescent Anorexia Nervosa
plagued decades prior fraught
psychological, neurological and illogical
repercussions steam rolled
natural heterosexual propensity
stifling, stinting, and stymying this old
morosely jinxed kerfuffle inciting,
hermetically heat sealed,
tightly bound stinging
straitened yellow jacketed
bee devilish mold
hogtied hold, pig in the poke,
xenophobic-ally
fastened, galvanic hold
wrenching vice grippe
fiercely extolled sterile lackluster
human existence devoid cold
hence, imperative ambition
to act forthright and bold
before advanced age
finds this wordsmith additionally auld.
This solitary reader quests doth newt plead
per outreach need
without supplicating, lionizing, boot mead
dee eight ting, enticing Nietzscheism lead
me by thine pug nose,
nor doth this passive heretic - heed
ding perseverance
without selfishness nor greed
aye only seek to be freed,
where ambivalence to enjoy life exceed
sharing soulful travails yes in deed
foster repartee with persons no matter creed
faith, intelligence, nationality breed
united by state worthy charisma agreed?
Stepping into a new year,
especially one calling for 20/20 revision
reform
not retribution for anger's past
but restoration of WinLeft/WinRight bicameral sanctuary,
Stepping into a new ZeroZone Asylum,
positive deviance from leftbrain competitions
deductive,
predicting reductive,
business as usual.
Positive left/right harmonic deviance
invites cooperative resistance
against a shared predative,
light-skinned,
patriarchal,
hopelessly heterosexual privileged enemy
of all non-elite people
emerging from leftbrain dominant climates
of EarthTribe colonization,
extraction of life,
enslaving monopolization of egobody-power,
abuse,
disembodied neglect,
Shared asylum against negative lose/lose nihilism,
fake-elite monotheistic Rapture,
Against positive win-natural/win-spiritual passion,
compassionate communication,
ego/eco left/right yang/yin bicameral therapy.
Stepping into this NewYear ZeroZone
can be yet another
in an undistinguished
degenerative lose/lose series,
Lacking 20/20 sensory-neural
bilateral
binomial
polypathic/polyphonic
co-passioning
revolutionary revision,
restoring peace
Earth Climate Justice
inside as outside,
inspiration as exhalation
enlightening as empowering
not-not yin as positive intersectional yang
exponential 0 as polyculturing 1
incoming wealth herstory as outgoing multiculturing health
Ecofeminist 2020
predicting trimtab strategic
global health possibility
of a robust 2121
compassionate
cooperative wealth-climaxing
EarthSanctuary.
May this win/win celebration game
begin not win/lose degenerating all over again,
but, instead, grab hold of regenerative becoming
NewGreen MultiCultural Asylum.