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Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
Do you ever feel so joyous
in your own ripple of being
Blissful thoughts in coyness
around your cycle of thinking
Words are a colorful brightness
animated
in laughing amidst a meaning
Then people become envious
Their behavior invokes reeling
Being treated as ordinary
A spray to be used vocally
Showing one track vulgarity
Envious of intelligent reality
Doing them unthanked favors
they wouldn't really believe
Thinking you can't be all together
Fragments of their egos deceived
Ignoring their jest of behavior
Is the sign of your sweet relief
Inebriating the chalk eraser
of their misguided belief
Cloaking intelligence is a favor
Used on those who need reprieve
“You can’t do that”.
“That’s too difficult for you”.
“You’re not intelligent enough”.
“You won’t know what to do”.
Please don’t take my dreams away
Don’t doubt me before I can even start;
I have confidence in myself
I believe in myself
My dreams come straight from my heart.
It’s hard for me each day to be optimistic
When you are repeatedly and dreadfully pessimistic.
Just let me have my dreams
No matter how impossible to you they may seem;
We all need to have belief in something
We all need to have a dream.
Who knows, maybe someday I’ll make my dreams come true;
I will have a smile on my face while I say,
“See? My dreams ARE achievable!
I told you”!
Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful
geometric awesome shifting shapes
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding
mankind from time immemorial
when her/his gaze turned heavenward
peering into azure vault –
one macrocosmic hint
per origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe
evolution in shroud of secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until...
twenty first century astrophysicists
begin to unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
precise second, whence explosion filled void
nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennial futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope
whereby generic one primate in love with words!
As subtle obvious
from above and bellow doth burst
this non quitting chap doth tick cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
flickr ring, google ling, and high five ving first
to flout conformity, and will when
coffin doth bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get disbursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better
or hud duh livery wurst.
It hides in the dark;
lingers in the unknown.
Ignorance and imagination
are the foods on which it’s grown.
Paralyzing its victims,
right before it strikes;
Causing intelligent people
to do foolish things
when deeply it does bite.
It harbors no prejudice;
it will embrace almost everyone.
Those who say they never feel it -
are sometimes brave,
and sometimes dumb.
It’s inside of the old
and the young, just alike;
Around any corner
it could be lurking -
posing, ready to strike.
A loud noise;
A sudden movement;
Lets you know that it’s inside –
Tragic events
and unwanted outcomes
from which we cannot hide.
Some day you will face it –
some of us,
more than others;
It’ll make even the
strongest of men
cry again for their mothers.
Knowledge can tame it some;
Confidence, keep it down;
But don’t be fooled
into believing
it will never come around.
When it comes,
you can try
to look it in the eye;
But let’s be clear,
when it’s near
you will feel the FEAR.
Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone.
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone.
All tones in the universe bear upon humankind.
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade.
Convey the can as you scale the stage.
Time-frozen iconographies suggest a swage.
Plenty of vivid glass catches the glow.
Irate particles romp on men's mental stow.
The reflection turns into a textual kaleidoscope.
Colored focal points require fewer scopes.
An orchestra of renovated wedded couples.
Flawless faith, hopeful person sees are ambles.
Portrayed as intelligent, smooth, and vesicated
Heartfelt, tribute, neologisms, and undefeated
Breeze, arthropods, tomorrow existence.
Immortal, everlasting, fluid, and uniqueness.
I cross the means no less than six times each day.
Shading hidden by business has changed our stay.
Medication and nutritious food scoundrels sell in the media.
Helping and executing purchaser lunacy mania.
A softness showed two similar views, one on each side.
The right eye sees truth while the left sees hatred.
Genius is connecting light shards social joy and bliss
He was imprisoned in an application's abyss.
Intriguing gizmos enrapture an expansive client base.
Fresh iOS and Android pimps are joining the robot race.
Expertise has supplanted skill in this serene stream
Rough labor, uniqueness, and prior heresy are extreme.
All these are linked to the hues glass and kaleidoscope.
Vision has shifted as a result of the modernity slope.
A lively soul distinguishes a plasma from a flower.
Portray our creation with the original god's power.
Written: August 20, 2021
August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Kaleidoscope Poetry Contest
Judged : August 23, 2021
Things One and Two
visited Fitness Planet Earth,
a land of milk and honeyed promise
NonJudgement NonZero ego-health zone
for nonviolent communication,
Emergent win/win nongrunting
nonslamming
noncursing
active compassion
in language
action
reaction
responsive positive communication
Internally and externally bilateral space
placed promised time
timeless co-empathic consciousness
CoEmpathic meditation
grows healthy minds
as massage
graceful touching/feeling action
endows multicultural
active win/win mediation
Embodied medication
to ego/eco-bicameral
macroeconomic politicization
Body/mind
Nature/spirit
therapeutic win/win thriving
EarthHealth Fitness optimization
Not win/lose survival of the autonomous fittest
by making my own stressed-out luck;
Instead,
win/win thrival of flexing resilient
fit in ingest
Remaking
reshaping
reconnecting
re-ligioning our cooperative win/win liturgies
lucky co-investments
co-empathic
bilaterally polypathic
resonant RightBrain Feeling ecopolitically engaged
And resilient Left verbalized intentions
of liberal loving logical win/win poli-economic
retributive judgment-free nonzero planetary Zone
For reconnected empowering bicameral enlightenment
For intelligent
cooperative
co-invested
democratically healthy
co-designing future egohealth/ecosystemic
co-relational wealth
Collateralized opportunity
to optimize thrival trends
for planetary
health/wealth fitness,
Said LeftBrain dominant
Thing autonomous ego One
to RightBrain nonverbally flexing
Things bilaterally ecosystemic
and polypathically interdependent,
Two.
Aiyana is a tiny bit jealous of her brothers.
They get to be in the sweat lodge with the men tonight.
This means they will soon be discovering their totem animals.
Why is this only for males in the Shoshone tribe? She asks her mother.
At three in the morning Aiyana finds herself out of her body.
She is now a furry wolf, running with sister wolves
She feels their loyalty and appreciates their appreciation.
They have embraced her, she is one with them, part of the pack.
We have chosen you, they tell her, for you are intelligent.
She recognizes their shrewdness and their intuitive ways.
She runs with them throughout the night sky.
In the morning, she howls her appreciation to the heavens.
Love would be incomplete and senseless,
if we withheld all affection and passion;
stopping half way, pausing and thinking...
we can't make it to the finishing line,
discourages us to fight furthermore!
Be bold and have the will of a defying athlete;
failing is another learning experience, try again!
Some give everything they have, others nothing;
is it doubt or plain greed? And as free
as love is, it should be given in abundance!
I don't withhold anything, but give all sincerely!
Do I pity the ones with envious hearts that
pump in their veins only hatred? I do, and that's
my reaction to their resistance of egotism!
Weren't we born to find our purpose,
or simply die and accomplish nothing?
What a foolish thinking for intelligent beings!
Search within you, find the scope of your existence...
discover things that tentalize senses and enhance living;
find them in unthinkable places and very remarkable minds,
learn virtues never absorbed: they will make you a philosopher of life!
Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul,
But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro,
To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control,
Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know,
Although - know; you ought to, and know you must, if we're to avoid their evil demonic end goal, by economic slavery boom and bust,
Why have the masses flocked to what is essentially an obvious Lie..
The hitherto well understood well known treachery of bribery and trickery..to the ill-informed common eye?
Real answers lie within the Agendas of those,
With high unseen well hidden authority of tyranny.. now beginning to be exposed,
The blame so far as we can see for this all pervasive idiocy,
Fits squarely into Ancient Babylonian Occult vile Crypto Supremacy,
An unmentionable taboo for Society, though cleverly socially arranged,
Covertly hostile toward Humanity and our creative force..
By a certain inferiority complexed minority so deranged..
Ah yes - but of course!
A true Dictatorship and Tyranny
can and always will insist..
Upon those that have become uber-Liberal all accepting pacifists..
Those yet behind an otherwise obvious - facade of devious fallacy, don't want you to learn the reasons for the lie,
The mondane so often belies what is hidden within our words; within a sound,
The truth disguised as anything unprofound,
Explanation enough as to the premise of why..
The countless masses are now clearly and sadly being systematically psychologically, reduced to a pitiful state of abhorrent dependency,
We would certainly have to mention and be sure to say,
Please wake up a friend a colleague or a family member now, or at least today,
It is therefore clear that;
an in-depth searching root cause analysis, apparently can be,
Brought about and shared through some insightful poetry..
The written and the spoken word,
Do justice to those that cannot nor would never ever be heard,
So we might then listen in careful piety,
Or do not then be surprised to now find, that there are..
So Many Seduced by Rhythmic Pendulum of Trauma & Absurd Normalcy..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
28th February 2023