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Religions,
and other strange passions
exotic
and erotic
and hypnotic,
are at their healthiest natural
and safe wealthiest spiritual
best
Reconnecting compassion
between yesterday's remembered
conservational enlightenment
and tomorrow's anticipated
liberating empowerment
restoring EarthPeace healthy wealth.
A peak spiritually experienced Warrior
dances.
A peak nature experiencing Muse
sings
of sensexual joy
in colorful
and fragrant play
thrival
Conserving cautionary work
for anthroprivileged survival
with birds
and frogs
and insects
and other mammals
giving peaceful voice
to health resonant choice
regathering mind/body rejoice.
A peak nature spirited Sage
sings while dancing
and thinking about reconnecting
All these thoughtful feelings
with healthy timeless resonance
and pathological
closed down dissonance
And wisdom
to resiliently search
for inside cooperatively
co-invested outside
Nature's sacred compassions
at their healthiest
and best sacred Muse wealthiest
reconnecting Warriors
Dancing
between yesterday's inhaled enlightenment
exhaling tomorrow's singing
dancing
healing
restoring Earth's organic
orgasmic empowerment.
This chair has chipped paint.
Its shadow gangly
in the light spilling through
the window. A deep
buttercup bisque steeps.
Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces. Blood
colors sugar soft.
Fragments of dust waver
around the chair. Like
the suspended stars, or
the pixel points on
an LCD screen. Crumbs.
Feathers stick to the cheeks,
to be brushed off,
puff into the heavens.
Egg -white tinctured coat
wilts within the humid
air. Like the jaundiced
skin you wished to shed
when you first sundered
the sheets this morning.
This chair rocked my great
grandmother and her
children, and mother. Creaks
like an anchored boat.
Exposed grey brown wood
perishes, stabs the skin.
Like the chilled sea tinted
eyes: an ingress tears
the hushed air- a summons:
her son. Long ago
an apollyon. Starless.
The chair will be kindle
in September, sand-
peach colors imbued,
flushed like the candied
burn of Fall. Her flames.
Relive the fire
in the sky; salt waters
plum green, oily.
tauten red orange arms.
War in the distance-
better. The rose portrait,
diabolus shades stain
a cimmeran- tinted
loss, wound. Chalk inhaled.
And the blaze of two black
holes colliding. Wraiths.
The winter of her life,
within which a lurid
spirit-thin webbed cross
bleeds ash. Freezes; clots.
Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country lane, our love new and pristine
as the wisps of white that gently drifted
with whispers of the wind. It seemed as if
sugar crystals were being sifted by the angels
from heaven above!
Oh, those soft pearls swirling in the dusk,
blanketing immaculately all the terrain.
We felt no need to speak, for it was so amazing.
As we continued on our way,
alabastine was the tread of our boots
as we inhaled deeply sweet quietude and peace.
Soon the soft flurries transformed into
much larger flakes of snow that seemed
to tumble from the sky.
We turned to walk hand in hand back to our cabin,
anticipating the warmth of its fireplace
before the dusk would turn into a pale blue night.
We spied three cardinals decorating
one of the many frosted trees along the lane.
As we hurried on, I stumbled at one point.
My gallant caught me and held me close.
We stood a while gazing into each other’s eyes.
I lightly brushed some snowflakes from his glistening cheeks.
When we arrived at the cabin made cozy by a fire,
we snuggled on the sofa, still watching out the window
as snow accumulated more and more.
Oblivious to mundane woes, we embraced
each other as we also embraced the serenity of that day.
Our new love was glowing and growing
like that December’s first day of snow.
Oh, come to me sweetly, winter,
as you did so long ago.
You never believe me
You never do
So what’s the point of loving you?
If you don’t even care I do?
In that collapsing moment
In that lack of care, of believe
I shouted and yelled
It’s like I’m talking to someone with no ears
I repeat my words yelling louder
Louder to seize my right, my existence!
As I threw rubbishing words at you
And said it with all my heart: I don’t love you!
I’m afraid I might lose you, but I think I already did
You speak to me “you wait for us to arrive home to eat
With us and instead we cause you problems”
I exploded in rage, protecting my actions
But you never listen, do you?
As I repeated the single line, again and again
And in the end, you just said:
“You arrive home, fight together, so why shall I wait for you?”
My heart and mind just fell into throbbing sadness
You never listen!
Do you? The tears of truth just kept falling down my face
Asking what did I do!
Either you’re deaf, or you ignore everything I say
It is as I never talked to you
You call yourself “stupid” for buying me some sweet I like
I said thank you, without hearing the last part
I realized what you have said
I threw the spoon!
You took me out of appetite; you took me out of life
I explained again and again, heading to my room
I inhaled, exhaled, and acted for you
With red-face madness and “sanity”
After for all, you just said: go put Quran
But I just told you, I don’t know where the CD is?
Go put it yourself! I don’t want to put anything!
“I do not love you!”
You closed the door gently
As I came to this desk, and wrote all what my heart had said
So you either just listen, or ignore me just liked the others did
I needed a hug…
I needed a kiss…
But I just wrote…,
All that my heart can confess
CoArise each remembered
and imagined moment.
CoArise each bilateral inhaled
and exhaled breath.
CoArise each bicamerally conscious heart's light
and dark desire.
CoArise each win/lose work
and win/win play agenda.
CoArise each transactional commission
and transparent omission.
CoArise each binomial relationship
of positive value
with negative disvalue.
CoArise each eco-nomial
binomial.
CoArise each language comforting meme,
each silent
lusty
discomforting scream.
CoArise each impassioned mind paradigm
and compassioned body pleasure.
CoArise each neurosystemic individual
and biosystemic species.
CoArise each national Cooperating Space
within sacred EarthPlace.
CoArise EcoCitizens
of SunFather enlightenment
and MotherEarth empowerment!
CoOperate this CoArise;
cooperative systems form co-aroused
home again ReGenesis.
I dreamt of my gal Maria
and a trip to the pizzeria,
and, so, I called her up,
"Let's eat pizza and watch the World Cup".
The minute we walked through the door,
I could smell what we had in store.
I inhaled deep and slow -
garlic and oregano.
I looked past my beauty's dazzling eyes,
onto a screen of humongous size,
and heard the customers cheer
as I ordered up a beer.
Zero to zero, the clock did tick
when I saw that amazing kick,
just before the whistle blast,
and the game was over at last.
Just after that incredible shot,
my pizza came and it was hot.
I burned my mouth - Maria laughed,
and said, "that was just the first half".
Cradle of pulchritude,
In the warm palms of creation
Here beauty first learned its name,
Humanity inhaled its first breath,
Skin kissed by the sun,
Feet rooted in sacred dust
Before the world learned to wander.
Nature adorns you without apology:
Rivers braid your hair with silver currents,
Mountains stand as ancient priests,
Forests chant hymns older than language,
Wildlife roams free,
Custodians of balance and breath.
Your surface is a generous mother,
Yielding basic necessities for the living
Harvest upon harvest from a single womb.
Your soil does not merely receive seed
It remembers it,
Nurtures it,
Returns it multiplied.
Beneath your skin,
The earth is pregnant with treasures:
Gold dreaming in silence,
Oil whispering beneath the rocks,
Diamonds learning patience in the dark,
Minerals without number
A wealth too vast for the greedy to count.
This is the womb of the human race,
A people so rare, so chosen,
That Eden was not abandoned
It was purchased with exile,
Carried in memory as man journeyed outward,
Seeking elsewhere what was born complete at home.
Not forgotten only ignored by those
Who fear the truth of origins.
Yet you stand,
Mother of mankind,
Bearing scars like crowns,
Waiting for your children
To remember who they are
And return
Not as strangers,
But as heirs.
FarmerJohn took Tractor Weekly
Sat and avidly read it all
Even cut out tractor pictures
And hung them on his wall
FarmerJohn loved his tractor
Prized possession of his life
Some said he loved it more
Than He loved his darling wife
He would clean and polish it
Regard his reflection with pride
And John really enjoyed
His every tractor ride
Then one day it exploded Causing
Him much actual bodily harm
And Farmer John banned
Every single tractor from his farm,
He took his Tractors weekly
And burned them one and all
Even took down the pictures that
That had hung there in the hall
And Farmer John retired
With his darling wife,
Started to enjoy
His newly tractor free life
Took to his retirement
With the greatest of pleasure,
Took to taking the odd pint
Which he drank at his leisure
One day the pub was filled
With toxic fumes and smoke
A dangerous situation
Not in any way a joke
Standing there calmly
In the centre of the room
Farmer John slowly inhaled
Every bit of smoke and fume.
Then walking to the door
Slowly let it out with his breath
Thus saving many people from
An almost certain death.
How did you do that asked
One grateful surviving man
FarmerJohn ruefully replied
I’m an ex Tractor fan
"life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed...
leave their dreams to the dream catchers" (By Poet)
inhaled alluring fragrance floating around me ~
imbibed radiance of the gleaming red roses
gradually those roses losing their enchanting sheen,
their unique lustre and hue diminishing, some dried,
parched petals already hopelessly crumbled on the hard floor,
fading, shrivelling, drooping, descending.
my heart aching mournfully to see them decline and fall,
who can stop the inevitable...one by one...those flowers
will lose their shimmering petals, painfully reminiscent
of the decay of a sublime beauty - cruelly discarded.
life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed,
even though a few flowers, which could have fully bloomed
and enchanted the world... fall and perish.
they leave their dreams to the dream catchers
to be cherished…
October 10, 2021
Inspired by "Let's Mix It Up" Poetry Contest
Two lines Of Unrhymed Couplet (12 syllables each)
Eight lines of Unrhymed Free Verse (Imagism)
One Stanza Of Unrhymed Free Verse
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
For Strand - 1059 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
We are in a continuous state of becoming
with our environment
I am becoming that tree
just as that tree is becoming me
It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled
which became part of it
and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen
which I inhaled becoming part of me
I am the tree and the tree is me
I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal
and other persons
I breathe in the air they gave up
Air that was part of them is now part of me
just as the air I exhaled is now part of them
Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth
It becomes me through the food I eat
which comes from the earth
directly or indirectly
and I become the earth through matter
that leaves my body
waste and otherwise
which returns to the earth
to become the earth