Long Huggers Poems

Paradise
like Rome
is not built
and not rebuilt
and rebuilt
and redeveloped
and healed
and redeemed
in one 24-hour
cycle
and recycle
and revolving
round day v night,

And/or 
appreciatively regarding both day
and dualdark
rich and fertile 
souled and soiled
recycling night.

So too
my personal
and political
and economic
and ecological
and theologically reformed...

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I take a four-fold spin
through Bill Plotkin's wheel
of bilateral identities,
iconic developmental faces,
ironic personalities.


FIRST comes Eastern-born
dawn of human infancy,
Innocent Sage infants
so WiseElder
in our LeftBrain emergent
wrinkling unfolding 
sacred RightBrain ways.

Searching for care giving eyes
to be sure we...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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slang..
up-dogged = when you chip in to keep a conversation trend going
fit = gorgeous
buje = unexplainable glamor
football minute = a minute, that with time-outs, that lasts a half an hour.
crute = cute but cringy
women's-rights =...

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A cold and calculating problem
I see
is finding resonantly warm motivation
for resilient employment
by following mere capital short-term acquisition norms
for sacred vocational gravitas,
and maybe a smidge of gratitude--
where "smidge" is warmly defined
as the opposite of cold hegemony.

Back...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with...

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I know not
what produces and consumes regenerative design
any more than wherein lies recreative imagination
or even empathic and trusting intelligence,
yet I do know this cooperative designer is not me,
and yet I am part thereof,
as are you.

I...

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My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas

Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday...

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BEING HUMAN BEINGS

Some people are evil. 
Maliciously.

Some people create  drama. Monstrosities..

Some people have ulterior motives. Intentionally.

Some people have remorse.
An apology.

Some people have profound words. Poetically.

Some people are tree huggers.
Organically.

Some people have no common sense....

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LIBERTY

All humans are free
The tree huggers claim
How lofty and pleasing are their aims
But I often wonder if they are insane?
Man cannot and will never be free 
Not when there are limits on his 
God given...

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We may assume it is god given
But in reality it is not so
We are always watched and controlled
By persons of whom we do not know

All humans are free
The tree huggers claim
How lofty and pleasing are...

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Blindfolded, he takes me from the car through the humid air of August. He holds my hand, and then surrounds me with his arms, when small obstacles appear. He brushes the hair from my forehead,...

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I wish I was a Tory,
It would be another story,
So much simpler not to care
Or have to be aware
Of how other folks must strive
To make a crust to stay alive.
I could keep my privileged indifference
Surrounded...

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teen magazine was popular in 1965 when I was thirteen
mom had Better Homes and Garden, Redbook and Women’s Day.
it was only right that my identical twin and I would have Teen.
mom’s magazines were about housekeeping;...

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"Tree huggers” use AT&T
The human cost catastrophe
On the horizon
Like text from Verizon
Is sent with the speed of 4G
 
Pollution's still booked at no 
cost
And Earth’s expenses neatly tossed
Off the balance sheet
With a "Sprint" so complete
The...

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Tree huggers bah I say,
not meaning it.
Asking forgiveness from the oak I hug daily.
But this is the Midwest 
Where people make fun of nature lovers
Calling them fruits and nuts

Give me fruits and nuts any day
Let...

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Wearing whirls, swirls, paisley too.
A jazzy, snazzy, bell bottomed you.
Slinky hip huggers with large chunky belts in style.
White Go Go boots that never walk a country mile.

Faux fringed jackets, fake fur vests, tall high boots...

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Phooey to Tree Huggers

By Elton Camp

Folks tell me how they like my new Bentley
It gets eleven miles per gallon, incidentally 

Such a low rating is absolutely fine with me
Because I am a filthy rich so-and-so,...

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Lost in my youth coming from this old vinyl
groovin the grooves and riding the vibes
that take me back to
1969
 
Black lights, a strobe or two, 
share some smoke between me and you
back to when, hair...

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Travelling through the outback 
with a tour group, 
my stomach started rumblin' 
I had to go poop. 

I ran underneath 
a eucalyptus tree, 
but a dang dingo 
kept following me. 

I had to go 
really...

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In vermillion light an ancient, arthritic sentinel
cast its shadow upon my unsuspecting psyche;
I heard its voice whispering in the leaves,
and felt its heft and delight at
my admiration for its great age 
as this being sat...

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T	The wide belts, hip-huggers, bell bottom pants
H	Hip people dress like Sonny and Cher
E	Everyone loves Carol Burnet, Harvey Korman,  and Bonanza

S	Singers cannot compete with Barbara Striesand
E	Everyone Knows Tony Orlando and Dawn
V	Very important to move away...

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It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored
Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths.
Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots
of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record
as the smallest. Clocked slow, a leaf lasts one
month in...

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[A short List]

Weeds, 
with roots reaching  for China.
Poison Ivy, 
hidden among the blossoms.

Wasps, 
perching above, to dive bomb 
as you walk through a door.

Mole runs, 
zigzagging across the lawn.

Socks, 
working their way downward, 
with...

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"Mr. Dick?...Please Stop!"
telling lies, saying girls spun to perfume humor
while daunting pearl lips
"Mr. Dick?...Please Stop!"
sucking boys ego!
it makes wooden virtues halt
"Mr. Dick?...Please Stop!"
laughing along with burly
turkeys that gobble in vain
"Mr. Dick?...Please Stop!"
spanking babies bottoms
and dressing...

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