Long Intent Poems
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Educational Competitions:
"You/We are not motivated to learn
how to take care of yourself/ourselves."
And,
We are, together, motivated to learn
how to give and receive
personal and social,
political and economic,
theological and ecological health care,
universally intended,
unitarian motivated and discerned.
Competition for resources:
"We can't change because we are too poor,
have too little health to thrive,
too few nutritional, nurturing resources."
And,
Together, with explicit therapeutic intent,
we are change,
we are healthy resources
sufficient for this day,
healing co-processors for this
and each experienced co-operating
co-arising moment.
Universally commodified competition:
"One size fits all, no exceptions."
And,
Our cooperative health intent and size
flexes to fit our potential therapeutic scale
of authoritative just operations
today,
universally right now.
Competition for power/authority:
"Our aggressive legalistic
and capital-commodified system
is too big to fail,
or even change directions."
And,
Our eco/theo-logical systems
are just ripe enough opportunity
for WinWin co-operative
healthy
co-passionate
empowering networks
evolving polypathic paradigms
to never stop regeneratively changing,
evolving,
pre-volving,
un-volving,
revolving co-passion,
co-arising gravitation.
Competition for health, resilience, resonance:
"Neglect of health care can't be fixed."
And,
Health care can become unfixed and holistic
but best when co-operatively engaged,
discovered through receiving optimal authoritative co-investment
in responsible
proper
proportional
authentic
transparent
vulnerable
therapeutic
polypathic
polyphonic
polynomial optimally wealthy climate care,
Internal and external,
yin flow with yang strength,
matriarchal with patriarchal,
compassionately resonant discernment
with co-operative resilient discipline.
Wealthy unitarian ways
toward healthy universal means.
Virginia, June 8, 1789
James Madison penned the constitution
And on December 15, 1791
It became America’s resolution
The first amendment clearly states
No abridging of the freedom to speak
We may assemble peacefully
With either praise or critique
Facts gathered respectfully
Researched and verified
Presented in a competent manner
So that it’s content is clarified
I am sure this is what Madison meant
When he wrote our Bill of Rights
But people with little or no morals
Have taken it’s meaning to new heights
Our legal right is so often abused
By members of this human race
Speaking not the truth, but secret lies
WIth intent to besmirch and abase
Words contrived of anger not fact
Whispered by a substandard class
Are nothing more than calumniation's
Intended to demean and harass
Comments made in hidden fashion
By those that know they’re wrong
Should reevaluate their own self worth
Before dragging others along
This law was established for one and all
But with this privilege comes obligation
To compose your words with integrity
Absent of false representation
So if you have something to say
That is of any importance at all
Speak only the truth loud and clear
While standing proud and tall
If James Madison were here today
Surely his eyes would fill with tears
At how his words were misconstrued
And dismembered over the years
Though few of us "sigh like furnace
with ballads made our mistress's eyebrow"
these days . . .
a poem is still as good as a bunch of flowers
when it comes to expressing our feelings
about a lady we like.
A poem is rather like a woman, come to think.
A good poem may have a pleasing form,
or by inner virtues compensate for this.
A good poem does not reveal too much at once
But leaves a lot to imagination's powers.
Rather it teases without being coquettish.
It is reticent but not prudish,
for a poem that gives nothing away
may well end up on the shelf.
A good poem is not unapproachable, remote,
like some model with a past.
Too much logic jars in poems, too.
Smooth rhymes can be a shade too glib.
A good poem saves from complacency
Without haranguing day and night.
It can, of course, be taken to bed.
It wife-like serves us food for thought
and tells home truths with good intent.
Once upon a donkey’s back,
as I rode I heard a quack.
Donkey worriedly shook his head.
“It’s a duck!” he brayed with dread.
I was surprised and could not speak.
Why would docile Donkey shriek?
Duck was not a fearsome foe.
Why did Donkey fear him so?
“Donkey,” I asked, “why do you fear?
Duck is merely following us here.”
“I don’t wish Duck to be so near.
His intent to me is not clear.”
“If Duck desires to ride with us,
I’m sure you won’t put up a fuss.”
But Donkey quickened up his pace
with a dark frown on his face.
I pleaded Donkey to slow down.
“Duck only wants a ride to town.”
His response was plain insane.
“Duck intends to pull my mane!”
So we refused poor Duck a ride.
My deep concern I could not hide.
I looked in wonder at Donkey,
his wacky fear a bit wonky.
Here is my ecological faith
rooted in experience
yet to flower in things unseen,
relationships unfelt,
communications not yet heard,
tasted and spit out;
Savored
When I touch another life's body
with kindness
I am thereby touched in return
by remediation,
immediate
intimate compassion,
CoPassion
Perhaps this is also innocently true
of touching minds
with kind and curious intent,
compassionate purpose,
But,
that is about my active hope,
already extending out
further family projections
from healing inside faith experience
that reemerges faith healing imaged future,
fluidly resonant
and co-presently resilient.
I woke up this morning
wondering where I was last night
when this morning,
a glint in my mind,
before wandering where I last got home
here from wondering how last night
again
Hoping
without probable gumption
maybe if I figured transport out
and in
I might have a clue about why
I woke up yesterday morning
wondering where I would end up last night
And just before last night's end
when this morning couldn't yet answer
any endtime circling questions
I wondered how I imagined arriving
at this tomorrow
differently
with my same regenerative
intent
To approach win/win
light play
by avoiding win/lose
AnthroSupremacist heavy work
Before becoming fully present
to yesterday's disempowering promise
once curiously engaging
resiliently cooperative more
Sacred listening nighttime deeper
to multicultural trauma-prevention
daylight wider
long-term co-impassioned
co-invested ego resilience
following my most resonant
win/win sacred
ecosystemic
co-empathic advice
Re-entering Tao of brilliant towers
nonviolently valley communicating
inside/outside showers
downstream/upstream
flowing
redistributing timeless balance
Of morning medication rounds
perilously in-between lose/lose
nightmare traumatic despair
and win/win meditative delight
daytime therapeutic repair
Wondering where I was last night
before this morning's mind-glint
recollecting how last night ended
letting self-consciousness go
again.
inexplicable to me why your being:
beguiles, fascinates, intrigues, lures,
orchestrates, radiates tantalizes this
CVS patron, who dares himself to
let spill forth (like sought after shim
mer ing liquid (perhaps the elixir for
eternal life), aware that thee might
partake draughts from this supposed
glowing, mirroring, pulsating, exqui
site lee teasing unquestionably an at
traction, and tis on account of such
captivating, fascinating, mesmerizing,
youthfulness finds myself helplessly
drawn to thee, who asks for nothing
asper his attempt to codify, glorify,
lustily communicate this intoxicating
kickstarting, manifesting, organizing
cascade of appeal, ye most likely did
not necessarily intend directed at this
regular run of the mill bipedal primate
who knew not himself the inexplicable
stupendous effect, and if nothing else
feels compelled, goaded, linkedin with
your self, which could be sustained at
the platonic level, or which appeal to
a nymph like spirit could perchance
evolve into a dynamic, kinetic, titanic
(maiden in america) gluten and msg free
(oh...of course NONGMO) friendship
proceeding in one direction with no par-
tickle har rush, but allow, enable, and
promote a sustained endeavor imp poe
zing no uncomfortable urgency. even
procuring a sweet hello or adieu on each
occasion that finds my stock of pharma
sue tickle medications in need of ma
mad dog ripple ace ment. aye could
(if thee would permit meet for lunch
(on premise and promiss not to steel
a kiss), boot rather to exalt in an unde
finable blinding aura, charisma, karma
inducing this con tempullet heave, intro
spective, quiet natured house broken,
dog gone, muttering smartpet avoiding
(without waste ting) your precious energy,
nor diverts and value able sands of time...
matthew scott harris sets pro active non
threatening overture as his exposure
therapy (cuz he latched onto risk
averse) be have your decades in
the past that still “smart” his psyche,
thus no intent to cause aversion, ire,
uneasiness nor rile explains this
unexpected hoop fully pleasant
surprise communique.
At the sound of the gong you appear
to seek some welcome refreshment,
dear guests to be greeted right here
with a cuppa is our sincere intent.
There's a flask of filter coffee
and a pot of tea, a fresh brew,
there are also other infusions.
Now what shall I pour out for you?
You may choose decaf coffee or tea,
perhaps camomile or peppermint,
maybe some barley cup – gluten free,
green tea with lemon, mango or mint,
or green tea with jasmine accents,
'revitalising lemon with ginger',
'pure fennel – all natural ingredients',
or 'wild apple cinnamon with ginger'.
Earl Grey comes in various styles,
vanilla chai or rose lemonade
and assorted red bush bags in piles.
It depends on how you'd like it made.
Then I should mention liquorice too.
You could sample 'blackberry and nettle',
or into the garden just for you
I could fetch lemon balm plus the kettle.
We've 'red berries infusion caffeine free',
hot chocolate, horlicks or ovaltine –
but these need more preparation than tea.
Oh, there's a lonesome bag lost in this tin.
To whatever I've brewed for you
I could add sugar or saccharin,
maybe milk (or soya in lieu),
then lift out the bag or leave it in.
Next time you come over to stay
your preference I'll try to remember
but I suspect there'll be some dismay
with yet more choice than November.
Now I have come to the washing up,
that Yorkshire tea is still in the pot;
filter coffee I've poured not a cup,
so into the sink I'll empty the lot.
Question if you will the past, the truth, the pain and tears
Question maybe why I stayed beside you all those years
Ponder on the little things
On what they were and meant
But never darling never, never doubt my sentiment
Argue with the reaper, that his days are numbered wrong
Dispute the way the day arrives, another bird in perfect song
Hate the way I loved you
For it was a love intense
But never, darling never, never doubt my true intent
Walk upon the green, the grass upon the ground
Underneath the blue of the clearest sky so proud
Come to me when you need me
I never chose to leave
And I will never darling, never, never stop your need to grieve
Second guess that shiver, that invisible touch you feel
Second guess the shadows, was my outline real?
Believe in what I taught you
Believe I'd be with you if I could
Never darling, never, never doubt my love
the words scowled
peering through the bars
imprisoned thoughts
rattling empty cups
they had been arrested
incarcerated
denied expression
unjustly accused
charged with
unfettered utterances
benign belligerence
the most heinous with
Double Entendre-ing
They all claimed to be but pawns
Innocent bystanders
Drawn into the fray
Succumbing to the wily whim of wit
Some will be shunned forever
Lurk in the shadows…waiting
Others will “clean-up” better
assume “new” meanings
Many will work behind the scenes
Savor the eerie darkness
Of language and its implied intent and meaning
For “Judgement is Mine…Sayeth the Poet”