Long Humored Poems

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Premium Member Silent Spaces Sacred

I'm noticing
you're not noticing
I'm starting to look for
what you've already heard
with anticipation
overpowering my internal anxious voice
with calm
and kind compassion

When Other disharmonious human voices
speak of win/win choices

Or sing
a right-handed dance
within my balanced EarthTribal range
of listening
for sacred silent choice.

I become
my still-maturing surprise,
replacing my "Other" anxiety,
awkwardness
disappointment

About unfocused AnthroVoice insecurities
in suffering Other's compassion,
insufferable curiosity,
predative empathic touching,
yet igniting mellow multicultural waves
of resonant pastel sound,
resilient brilliant sight

And these in-between times
silent solitude sacred rests
between transparent syncopations
of impatient human sounds,
inhumane frowns

Not interacting with same room
or screen-time voices,
thoughts
verb-tainted feelings,

These soulful un-nouned bests
have, until recently,
invited anxious boredom,
apathy,
depression,
aching loneliness,
emotional apartheid,

While now
in this human sound silence
of co-redemption
I absently reach out
for deeply exploring
sounds of Simon's silence.

Negative and positive felt voices
provoking newly found choices
liberty of equanimity,
good humored curiosity about anxiety
stress
trauma triggers

Cooperatively reaching
for anticipating
future eco/ego therapy
indigenous healing
wisdom securing
conserving liberating 
internal/external co-passions,

Smiles
and frowns,
ups
and downs,'
transcendent lights
and immanent powers,
remembered lives
projected loves
for capitalized risks
minimized by win/win nutritional opportunities
for nurturing silent
calm and kind
time outside/inside co-invested bliss.


Messianic Zeal of This Good Humored Punster

Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...

Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle

of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos 
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither explaining any rhyme,
nor giving reason, then busting

out in laughter obliquely
analogous to ramshackle
structure, resultant outcome
from some slapstick
Vaudevillian farcical debacle,

perhaps regarding the heady
beer burr of Seville scene thru
black and white daguerreotype mackle
more or less hazy, gauzy,
or fuzzy warm

feeling in actuality
thinly disguised as
dog gone hackle,
which vicious canine attacks ready
to tear limb bough to limb mitt,

thus luckily handily repair
with accessible spackle
ye kept on yar person, which caper
doth captcha an instantaneous titter
easily confused for
mating call of grackle

giving rise to a raft of songbirds
that incessantly crackle
snap, and pop with...witch sounds
indeed oven eerily 
bloody suck'n vampire 
bat out of hell cackle.

Other creatures in
the animal kingdom
cane be barley able
to communicate wheat seems
oat rage juice lee wry,

no matter how
much horse sense,
a smart species doth
porpoise lee try
though porcine not

remiss to wallow
in mud as seen high
atop a bridge
abutment over the River Kwai
ah look...a pig in a poke

unable to pry
loose caked mud blocking snout
prematurely ejaculating, an outcry
for help even fishing for small fry
doubling up as 

potential best buds
with Englishman such as Dry
den, and/or dear reader
hood doth lamentably cry

claiming this badinage i.e. my
trademark gobbledygook didst render
momentary lapse of
reasonable judgement alibi.

Premium Member Mixed Blessings

Those of us
who have had guilty pleasures
of owning valuable real property,
like a car
and rental property
and office equipment

Office buildings,
solar inverters,
and nuclear holocaust delivery systems
but not privately owned MBA degrees
or merely intellectual property
or more intimately owned emotional properties,

Those of us
who know the mixed blessings
of owning organic and technocratic fragments
of climate pathologized,
yet still breathing, planet Earth,
especially if taxable property,
have heard about depreciation of values
over their natural/mechanical life/utility 
health/power time.

We might recall
depreciation of property value
decelerates more gradually as time marches forward,
barring any unfortunate head-on accidents,
flying and melting and fragmenting damage,
accelerating astronomical crises
eliminating long-term realistic health-wealth values.
Depreciated suddenly to total loss of asset value,
now a global junk-dealer liability.

Anyway,
just as depreciation decelerates over time,
appreciation accelerates empowering resilience 
with time's enduring health/wealth cooperative life-experience,

Organic systems accelerate 
robust cooperative integrity
over a deep learning nutritious multiculturing life-time
of Win/Win climax learning
deeply curving synergetic ego/eco-relationships,

Growing in good-humored co-investment priorities
for story telling and listening
to resonant fulfillment co-opportunities

Rather than continuing historic depreciated taking
and Win/Lose epic slow-losing ego/economic depressions,

Anti-systemic pathologies,
realistic predictions of global chaos.

Retributive injustice depreciations
slowly fade toward entropic disorganization,
just the suffering and loss opposite
of exponentially appreciative Win/Win compassion

Explicitly conscious
of living interdependently between and within
autonomously natural depreciative law 
and appreciative open-systemic/spiritual 
yang/yin multicultural
left/right psychological 
self/other empowering 
appreciative 
spiraling
deep listening and wide learning order
re-mixing depreciating curses
into old-aged exponentially appreciating blessings
of co-opportune climaxing climates.

Sleeping Beauty Move Over You Got Fierce Competition

Sleeping Beauty move over, you got fierce competition

Ain't no vicious rumor,
but dead serious joke
cuz no princess
can kiss bajillion times

to get yours truly woke
ah... just one garden variety generic
Geico Frog Prince
(in actuality I
wanna be caveman bloke)

nothing will disrupt me,
not even minor noose,
so hence go ahead
to get dude duke to choke,
or light a fire under my keister,

nsync with strong arms
issuing lances jabbing poke
but natural gas within me
will endanger nearby folk.

Now listen up,
cuz Zarathustra hath spoke
randomly selected Matthew Scott Harris
sitting prettily athwart
(think Boy George of Culture Club)
on his toadstool,

his (courtesy Zarathustra)
divine inspiration he doth not cloak
couched admonition forewarning
demise kisser will croak
unless he/she qualifies as
bonifide LGBTQ - okey doke

don't say, I did not give fair warning,
while going for broke
courtesy one gay (ping) small/medium
at large frog, usually found soak
king up sunbeams
nonchalantly taking toke

exotic blend comprising
flies, mosquitoes, moths
and damn dragonflies
after they did marinate and soak
within solution mainly egg yolk
to offer greatest smoke.

Oh don't be confused, flummoxed,
nor ill humored regarding mine
married status with tadpoles
totalling ahem... sixty nine
heterosexual biological reproduction
consummated as faux sign
unable to retrofit, reddit, ribbit...

no I honest got a short backbone (spine)
with large hip bone to support
powerful leg muscles taut as pine
yet smooth and glassy as River Seine
out true self before I feign to croak
purportedly rumor heard thru grapevine,
but twitch started by yours truly.

Postscript: my apology,
noah arked intent cited as offender
toward any living creature sexual gender
who might take objection regarding
unfairly labeled, hashtagged,
as duped pretender
cuz thy persona, karma,
charisma... genuinely legally tender.

Premium Member Healing Trauma

PROGRESS
To improve win/win therapies
for past win/lose trauma events
and their degenerative systemic lack
of conserving organically healthy,
well-nurtured,
good-humored
and celebrated sacred joyful
integral
sensory-neural root systems.

CONSERVATION
To protect existing animated systems
against critical trauma events,
chronic stress,
and degenerative,
dissociative
Losing Global Wealth Conservation
AND
Losing Liberal Health Progress
root systemic mortality,
genocide,
ecocide

Tragically possible
while denying sacredness
of healthy polycultural
resilient life systems
like Green Gaian Paradise ReMemories
and RedBlooded Peak Ergodic-Erotic CoGravitating Passions,
panentheistically eco-progressive,
monotheistically win/lose wounded
ego-conservative anthrosupremacy.

Social
economic
and political
"EVOLUTION
is driven by progressive ideas
and policed by conservative sensibilities..."

"Progressivism
and Conservatism
each worry about one half of every issue,
and together,
they make sure we're paying enough
attention [etc.]
to everything that [bilaterally] matters."
Tim Urban, The Story of Us, 2020


Premium Member Postvictorian Cathedral

All ye who enter here
despairing statues of salted liberty,
merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger
to range free falling Victorian bricks
and mal-bourne sticks
to land here with now
with all arrived before you
prepared to grace Earth’s healthy breathing space
and time of BrickWork connecting sacred place,
restructuring minds co-infesting recomposing bodies,
bay to mountain swinging resonant designs
recycling Earth’s health-bourne habitation,
celebration
with all entering good humored here 
with bad tumored now
climates of each day’s great dissonant transition.

LifeWork EcoLogic draws history written by our stars.
BrickWorld Cathedrals incarnate Earth’s green musings
sung by sunlight’s empowering designers
of MultiCultural ReGenesis.

Seek within our lower reaches
to resolve with sensory roots 
reforming crowns
searching hidden ex cathedra gold,
deep beneath not-so-rushing,
lead headed crushing stone.

Conjoin these bricks
of nature’s rich vocation light,
regenerous
religious enbrightenment
to guide our humbled exodus
until we enter here once more
to sing and dance
among Earth’s ReGenerate Cathedrals.

Premium Member Integrity's Boundaries

What if we were lusty song,
sacred litany?

What if...
What if we were sensual dance,
grace filled choreography?

What if we were organic energy?
Naked branched and rooted trees
joining navels
from native mother wombs 
to nurture Mother seeds
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.

What if we became trusted time
for reorganizing space?
Irreplaceable humored climates
recreating sacredly organic humidity.

I am not your sad place
and not gladly mine
with responsibility to displace
or authority to replace.
I am not my fading face.

We are designed to fall apart,
even with unlikely careful wear.
So what is this time
of my planned obsolescence?

No refuge from surrender
to daily worn-out deaths.
Not yet refused to rise this day
ready for each dusk
without anticipation
for love or lust
rain or dust
win or bust.
It's just us
wearing down the best we can.

What if...
What if we were each a song
resonating one pure measure
of integrity's longest line dance?

What if we were timeless energy
resonating freestyle 
mind embodiedness?

Premium Member Feeling Rememory

I noticed just yesterday
while glowering about something else
now already
once again
forgotten...

I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor
along my stumbling
isolating internal say

Toward this red STOP! sign
searching for a different way

To find a new Earth center
for healing active hope,

To sing new scales of joyful
sad sharp focus

Performed more locally
and possibly reformed less reflectively
mesmerized by fame's monopolistic grope.

This new reselective time
Less silently reserved
Less anxiously depressed
Less repressively suppressed.

Each morning's dawn warning
to worship at new altars

Renewing robust octaves of communion
encompassing organic green nutrition

To redesign all creatures here below
more positive above
good-humored love
with timeless passions
hilariously sensed together
yet tragically shoved
apart.

If I were not so sweet sixteen
prepared to restart home's immigration scene
again for my first time,
what would I rechoose to do
becoming compassion's singing rally
with rainbow hearted allies?

If I were thirty-three,
my age of messianic crossfire
for all to red angry
horrifying see,
what would I choose to resurrect again?

And why would this revoiced
rechoiced healthier community
support  potentiating integrity
with more robust good humor
this well-timed passed over
and back around
on sacred wellbeing
more interfaith
as multiculturally safe
and healthy ground?

If I were twice
my god's reflective age
revived,
what would we joyously choose
to re-member
as half-life good golden sense
for revolving salvation's climate humor?

For this tragic comedy
of tumorous migration
anxiously anticipating
integrity's full ZeroScores
restoring just right species
may not be mine
next time back around
multiculturing herstory

All together one predation
praying for exterior relations
more integral summations
than humorless,
silent rumorless
quiet aging absence
of eternal sad-paced 
barely surviving mercy

At least sufficient for noticing, 
just yesteryear
while glowering about something else
now already strange sadly *****
once again forgotten.

Premium Member Speaking With a Loud Quiet Voice

You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears

Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation

You smile with furrowed brow
For time passes much to quickly 
There is fear there is some lesson you have forgotten
Not what you want for your begotten 
Still you see this precious ones progression
He possess strength laughter and compassion
Humored moments and strong funny bones 
Will insure this child will never be alone
A tender heart and a will like a stone

One day 
You will have to let go
Time progresses it never slows
Deep inside your heart grows because you know
You have given your all
This child will rise up tall
Won't be afraid to fall
He heeds your Father's call
For he has learned at your loving feet
Wisdom has been his bountiful feast
Some day he'll be a father too
He'll bring blessings back to you
For you have been faithful 
and a father true


Inspired by Funom's poem, "Words of Wisdom to My Child".

Premium Member White Privilege

Structural racism lives outside
while personal racists die inside
Choking on polluted air
and water
and soil,
nature and spirit of history's orthodox structures
eliting Big WhiteHouse privilege.

Racist systems
produce racist daddies
and their quasi-property girls
to feed and water toxic prejudice
against lesser non-elites
of gender and income,
color and neighborhood school divestment,
public character
and monoculturing dark celebration
of arm sales
and aggressively industrialized hate development
and colonizing disenchantments
where creolizing enchantments threaten to entice
peaceful revolutionary non-elites of unprivilege.

Racism is to patriarchal evolution
as wealth evangelism is to competing violent revolutions.

Racism would abort multicultural integrity
of green health-managed,
absorbing red hate-mongered,
mutually pardoning bodies,
pay-it-forward forgiveness
across extended family corporations,
cooperatively regenerating co-invested parties,
ecotherapeutic minds with ego-strong support systems,
ultra-nonviolent states of improvising syncopathic hope,
good humored faith,
liberating love,
enchanting relationships
inviting positive energy,
phenomena of wealthy climates,
deeply experienced neural networks,
psychic egosystems,
natures
in ego-spirits
in eco-natures...

Integrity
in synergy...

Resonant space
in resilient time...

Polyphonic creation
in polypathic revolving cultures
without big whitehouse over-investments
in raging LeftBrain historical privilege.

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