Long Introversion Poems
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Introversion explores an isolated ego voice
While extra-relational versions
speak a more complex eco-political choice
of historic context
embedded in sensory feelings
positively healthy memories
and those more negatively traumatic,
wealth stealing
And those stuck in in-between
and/or not negatively aptic
unresolved non-synaptic
not clearly either elastic
or emotively spastic
Win grace
or lose life's race,
true or false,
attractive
or repugnant face
Awaiting evolution's revolutionary cycle
slowly turning toward resolution
full and/or empty,
enlightening dark ego inside fears
and traumatic angers,
empowering memories of past dismembering
anticipations deeper even than anxious despair
for lack of active healthy wealth
rather than emotional constipation.
Monotheistic egos
evolving toward panentheistic
win/win living organic ecosystems
of EarthTribe immortal
inside nature as also HolySpirit out
not not polynomial
balanced wu-wei polypathic
polymathic Tao.
Winter moon
In the silent sky
Takes me to a
World beyond ecstasy
My heart becomes breezy
Thoughts desert
Imagination stops
And I am lost
Mellowness takes over
Moments aspire
To absorb the bliss
Beyond perception
I get merged
With the unknown
Sublime, chaste,
And majestic
Nature is calm and full
With subdued passion
speaking through poise
and divine introversion
Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail,
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail;
Freedom rings with resonance resounding and pervasive,
No need for more traditional others to be abrasive,
No bears or wolves, no chides, jibes, and no probes obtrusive,
Your identity is your construct, your speech is conclusive.
And my books! Alas my books. They proffer so such contentment,
A breadth of knowledge with no suggestions delinquent,
Nor are there any accusers to accost,
My mind and spirit which upon some can be lost,
Possibilities endless, bringing depth of character,
They glint and glide, swimming in grammar;
Multiple amounts of information councel my hesitation,
Brimming particulars restrain inhibition.
But oh my computer: How elegant is she!
Believing in my easy registrations as well as my errors to be;
Such possibilities, moulded so neatly into my space,
Without the communal glare of uniformity’s trace;
Personalised desktop, memory and input method,
It accepts me unquestioned with no staff or flogging rod;
I program to set the user interface alight,
With the functionality and procedures of the user’s plight.
However, I can also give myself my own system,
Personal software from my own inclination;
Knowing some designers do not have in hand,
The shortcuts that only I seem to understand;
A software engineer’s god complex should not surface,
The digital space is a privilege to influence, place;
I love determining the screen and its sounds,
Where freedom of knowledge and data abound.
But the gift of poetry delights and ignites,
Hurtful regressions lull in its sight;
Its credibility only ever stoops to concede,
That only your introversion may expression impede;
Language caressed, dignity nursed,
You never need to be at all reimbursed;
Its haters are silent for fear of rebuke,
As truth, imagination and love are its hook.
Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: They didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
on a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't suck, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading.......
Introversion, like strengthening integrity,
explores fusing with the Whole
which I associate with ego-death
whether by colonizing encroachments of Other
more powerful,
arrogantly unenlightened,
predators
Or by ego-transmutation
creolization
rebirth
synergetic sacraments
of wedding
bedding
feeding
breeding
loving
win/win compassion
And probably some positive
and negative,
impressive
and repressive,
flavors
and savors
of both varieties
anxiously anticipating ego-degeneration,
Self-emptying
under duress
and surviving chronic depression,
ego critical stress
and chronic trauma events.
Extroversion,
like outflowing exhilaration,
celebrates interdependent individuation
either against
or within
Earth's whole open system
Which I know as ego-augmentation
within a Western straight white male privileged context
of anthro-exceptionalism
MonoTheistically over against EarthTribe's carnal nature
Or
PanenTheistically celebrating ego's EarthMothered
nurtured
holonic spirit
And probably some in and out
positive and negative
Both/And Right hemisphere
and Either/Or Left hemisphere
introverted ego
embracing extroverting ecosystemic interdependence
with indigenous wisdom
of healthy ego
dipolar co-arising
wealthy ecosystemic context
While EitherMe OrWe introversion
without BothMe AndWe
integral holon of EarthTribal view
veers off toward Lose/Lose despair
death
depression
inevitable ecocide
and lack of capacity to thrive,
emergent disinterest in surviving
While extroversion invites sacred out
and inflowing integral Other
into panentheistic win/win play
to grow our humane/divine
interreligious
bicamerally interdependent
Tao wu-wei.
Whether virtual or actual paths cross,
aye great thee ahoy
no fear Mademoiselle or Monsieur,
thy harried style haint cloy
rather, when embarking
on introductory acquaintance
ship, aye employ
swiftly tailored indistinguishable,
asper this wordsmith mebbe goy
or Jew, yet genealogically
thine Semitic lineage,
unknown descendants begat,
one generation after
stitched another thread,
whence warp and woof, sans dat
(moth eaten tattered wool worth
coat of arms), twas slim and/or fat
chance biologic dice throw
adumbrated me Matt,
a skinny, quirky,
and nerdy kid, who sat
alone during lunchtime
at school pained, plagued,
and pronounced with extreme,
where introversion didst agitate
chronic state of misery being alive
immobilized, hogtied, and forfeited
natural predilection
to discover and create
heterosexual relationships,
viz interpersonal experiences
re: raison to date
initial intimate rapport
(anxiety fraught) fate
full situation with a gal
giving her good grief great
(yes, twas Maryann Sage),
who understandably became irate
predicated on lack
of mine demonstrative affection
quickly becoming an unsuitable mate
though now in retrospect
(hindsight always 20/20)
a sudden resurgent spate
finds remembrance of things passed
(with her) engendering
cerebral tete a tete
rankling memories,
hence for death aye cannot wait!
Sometimes folks will go and pity us,
“Come out of your shell!”they always cry,
forgetting that it you do that to a turtle
the poor beast is going to die.
But still some folks insist they try.
Introversion, they never truly understand,
better to sleep on nails then have a hundred friends!
But they never realize they need us,
that we see what slips their view.
Hell, if anything, we see too much,
it’s why we need time away from you!
To sort out perception into truth.
A loner’s mind finds this no travail,
as they always say: God is in the details.
You read, and enjoy the movie screens,
they bring escape from weary days,
but to create all that you need someone
not afraid to sit with just their brain,
and daydream the hours away.
When they strike upon an amazing thing,
it fascinates the millions, makes the heart sing.
You like your phones and gadgets,
they’re a centerpiece of your life,
but what went into making them work
were the inwardly-focused running rife,
given the space to push and strive.
Using the kind of math most never learn,
they connected billions, for better or worse.
The music that inspires millions
came from Beethoven’s maddened mind.
But in person he was a sonuvabitch,
not the type who’d show you a good time,
downright unpleasant, most would find.
But I think many more would be annoyed
to live a life without the Ode to Joy.
Some others would not understand
that the science we take for fact
came mostly from a half-mad loner,
utterly bereft of taste or tact.
All These things Isaac Newton lacked.
Yet when that crazy bastard focused within
the age of modern science did truly begin.
In some ways it makes no sense,
to try and explain the way we are.
The outgoing cannot understand it,
to them it’s a step too far
to slink away when you could be a star.
Just keep in mind the next time you mock,
without us you’d all still be banging rocks.
The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.
I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.
Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.
I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group
And shallow talk,
No deep conversations today.
No good friends for discourse;
I know all here
But still feel a stranger;
All too well,I know this remorse.
I try to mingle,but I've lost the heart
They all seem so........
Uninterested;
So from the crowd,I stay apart.
I try distraction,for my mind,
The food is good
But not much else,
Entertainment is hard to find.
Why,I ask,did I even go?
My hypocrisy
Boggles me,
Why I'm like this,I don't know.
Yet here I am,a wallflower;
Unbecoming for a guy,
I think,
As I wait away the hours.
Maybe I'll find someone,someday,
To talk the boredom
Away with,
Until the party fades away...............
Oh look,they finally started volleyball
volleyball is fun.......
"I always thought of my introversion as a flaw,
until the world was thrown into chaos and isolation;
and my flaw became my greatest asset."
_by Poet
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In hard times I find joy,
my introversion positive;
happiness in all the things I love and enjoy,
endures like the seasons- like an ongoing narrative.
Creating art,
hope, faith, gentleness and love will never depart;
my joy is untroubled and quiet- will not fall apart.
My joy steadfast,
my writing is like music vast;
never thoughts of- outcast.
Though the world in chaos gratitude I employ,
the news is quite informative;
but- listen to my heart,
one day all this will be passed.
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February 8, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Like the Continuum of Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-043-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Joy Continuum
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 02/26/2021
Ninth Place
I'm your ochre star- keeper of a trillion dragons.
Offering gifts of time, space, fire, and patience.
I've kept the children warm and fed for millennia.
Each planet will be given a turn at life and death-
This is the time of earth-mankind and dreams.
Never was it meant for ego and machines of greed.
Now the dragons grow restless and mischievous
They blow solar flare kisses to the karmic tides.
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Now it's the age of extroversion and expansion.
And it will come at the greatest expense.
All planets will be scorched by the dragons.
Earth will perish as mankind prays for death.
Then a cycle of contraction and introversion.
When everything is covered in layers of ice.
Then in the blackness of our blackest hour.
Some will be saved; many will be devoured.