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Must pester Uncle Fester our national jester
Mr dome chrome time to buy another home?
Property cartels fed cahoots loots free to roam
Like we’re being led by the laughing gnome
Coalition behind demolition of OG ancestor
Don’t let it fester about every oversea investor
Cannot cotton on to what’s wrong.. polyester
Kiwis remember embers of being a protestor
They were told awhile before the war make sure
To stockpile fossil fuels.. because more is more
They wouldn’t listen Oil companies shares glisten
Billionaire backed..society cracked or is it fracked
Fast tracked as guess who gets whacked the Poor!
Luxon adoring every glutton pushes that button
Haughty and naughty lies flies in roaring forties
Ignoring us imploring see the nexus of the exodus
As its lambs to the slaughter on the isles of mutton
I look for you here, there, and everywhere; not because you are lost,
but because I want to touch and hold you, to know that you are safe
I look for you all the time, and if I cannot ascertain where you are, my heart will hop, leap, or skip, and I'll find you still in my thoughts.
I think of our many years together, and find you in my memories.
That day in the park; those walks around the fountain; ocean side fire
I often discover you close-up, on the outskirts of my mind.
But revelations of you in such domains are limited at best.
Not quite satisfied, I continue my search for the deeper you.
At last, beautiful portraits appear in a most treasured book.
"Oh, what a great find!", I said to myself. "I shall create sets of you".
So I created the multi-facitted, many dimensional lady of my heart.
There were numerous poses of you, all so breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful, that it was very challenging to produce a complete set.
The words accompanying the poses were so distinctive and impeccable.
I could not choose them all; so I selected the number of completion.
Yes, I chose seven poses of you from those treasured pages.
The first was a standing pose of one filled with capability.
I beheld a stunning portrait of a very prudent investor.
I was struck by the sight of one so strikingly confident.
There was a sitting pose of an intelligent business woman.
There was the dignified lady glowing in energy and strength.
Like magnet, I was drawn toward the pose of a God fearing woman. Lastly, I beheld one so indelibly deserving of appreciation and respect.
12052015PSContest, Anthology Series, Geraldine Taylor Inspired byProverbs 31(The Bible)P-HM
What do I mean
when I struggle to define my vocation
as a Climate Activist?
How am I anxious
and how might I more positively
anticipate?
An Activist,
hoping for resilient interrelationship
and resonant communication equity,
feedback and forth loops,
is, first, a listening contemplative,
Reflector,
Meditator,
EgoTherapeutic Investor.
We listen
not only with and for egalitarian balance,
non-violent communications,
compassionate cooperative therapies,
democratic relationships of warm appreciation,
but also with and for multicultural win/win interdependence
predicting robust interactive health systems
of and for dynamic climate outcomes.
But, what could we mean
by longing for a more sacredly interwoven Climate?
Green organic outside,
red-blooded holistic nutrition inside.
Climate may be habitat
and energy system,
healthy when not only democratically egalitarian
but also inclusively,
organically interdependent,
like networks of self/other-regenerating systems.
Climates,
ecological and neurological,
outside and inside,
seek healthy harmonies,
musical muses,
liturgical dancers
cast by revolving Earth
and revolutionary peace-trusting EarthTribes,
spinning in-between Sun and Moon,
external and internal win/win balancing orbits
of light and dark,
health and pathology,
love and hate,
communication and dissociation,
relationship and segregation,
rightbrain intersectionality and leftbrain either/or reductive apartheid,
yinflow both/and yang-strength.
In this uneven
unresolved
LastDay
eternally timeless moment
of 19 year old anxiety, for non-elite youthful listeners,
of anticipation, for seasoned polypath poets
and priests,
polyphonic preachers
and multi-theistic teachers
and Climate Activist polycultural prophets
Unfolds tomorrow's Alpha 2020 Day
of democratic energy optimization,
equally and interdependently heard system inside,
before resiliently and resonantly felt
before spoken
with universal
transparently substantial
gratitude outside
secular/sacred inside
ReMembering.
I doubt a benefactor,
philanthropist,
a short-term financial investor,
could optimally provide
protect
prevail with
an ecopolitically healthy therapeutic service
Yet,
intersectionally,
interdependently,
multiculturally,
poly-sensorily
fall far short
of co-investing in cooperative
sacred green ecofeminist
organic empowering
and enlightening communion.
Disempowering
codependent
anthrosupremacist services
in some way(s) Other,
commodifying non-profit and government intention,
subjugating potential enrichment rivals,
marginalizing direct service providers
These, often HealthTrust and WealthBeauty associated,
wise EarthMother's most sacred multi-sensory recreations
regeneratively throw resonant
and resilient
enlightening
and empowering
bicameral
bilateral
binomial
bionic
bigenderal opportunities
for and of restoring
CoAttaching Green EcoPolitical Communion,
All co-invested cooperative life systems
are about as likely to have appeared,
as disappeared,
win/win TrueAtomic
and Synergetic WaveLinear
As a Yang/Yintegral polyculturing ****
creolizing his/her/their predative PatriarchOther
needs sacred HerOther
in hearted heat Welcoming-Wombing Self
More than S/He lives to merely
ever-more serve philanthropic benefits
as unfavorably contrasted with
committing to cooperatively lusty solidarity
empowering and enlightening
fertile resilient thriving
Entries and exits
for compassion
passions cooperatively climaxing,
ecopolitically predicting long-term healthy
and safe win/win
global,
universally uniting afterglow
At least more so
than waking up the next morning
sadly realizing your latest RightWing investment
further jeopardizes health
and safe wealth of all our grandchildren
and their rusty food chains
and their green climate healthcare infrastructures
and their ecopolitical co-investing wealth cooperatives
and their Plant and Animal Lives Matter
indigenous green wisdom deals.
The purchase of our first home was a charm
No money down and very affordable payments
We learned well, and were never alarmed or harmed
But we were disappointed by delays in street pavements
Our second home purchase required a co-investor
Their family and mine were happy and well pleased
Our prayers were heard and answered by our creator
Credit was good; loan was approved; and no one was deceived
The purchase of our third home was the result of very hard work
We had a family business; and my wife and I also had regular jobs
Fifteen years rushed by, and then the national economy began to hurt
We were forced to sale our home at a loss; our 401-K's were simply robbed
By God's Grace, we remained faithful to Him, to our family, and to our church
By God's Wisdom, we paid down the debt, retired early, and avoided the worse
09172017 PS Contest, Turning Disappointments Into The Positive, Brenda Chiri
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I need to know
if you have seen
or heard anything from me
or about me
that would cause you to hesitate
to hire me full-time
for the next sex worker
and spiritual director
and financial co-investor
position
Opening up
on your personal
and political empowerment team.
I would also like to know
if you have seen and heard,
tasted and smelled,
felt and touched
anything positive
compelling
engaging about me
That would discourage you
from firing me
from my current part-time position
enabling your fears of losing me
to some better
bigger
more powerful,
possibly even somewhat more enlightened
and less angry,
narcissist.
I look for you all the time, and find you in my thoughts.
I think of our years together, and find you in my memories.
I often discover you close-up, on the outskirts of my mind.
But revelations of you in such domains are limited at best.
Not quite satisfied, I continue my search for the deeper you.
At last, a beautiful portrait appears in a most treasured book.
There were numerous poses of you, all so breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful, that it was very challenging to produce a complete set.
The words accompanying the poses were so distinctive and impeccable. I could not choose them all; so I selected the number of completion.
Yes, I chose seven poses of you from those treasured pages.
The first was a standing pose of one filled with capability.
I beheld a stunning portrait of a very prudent investor.
I was struck by the sight of one so strikingly confident.
There was a sitting pose of an intelligent business woman.
There was the dignified lady glowing in energy and strength.
Like magnet, I was drawn toward the pose of a God fearing woman. Lastly, I beheld one so indelibly deserving of appreciation and respect.
12052015 Bible: Proverbs 31
"Where from this?",
Laughter mingled with pity,
She was dressed with pretty,
Lipstick applied fervently to a mouth;
Red mouth matching a wild attire,
Her walking shook the whole land,
Eyes and mouths were timed as spam,
She was in a blinking eyeglass,
But knew she was drawing side mass,
Inextricably I will say,"she's good looking",
The hem of her dress was raised slightly when the wind blew,
What was spotted deserves self speculation,
Lips were licked,...body was stimulated after sensation,
From one corner came a scream,
"...thief,...thief...she is a hardened criminal",
Who will speak on her behalf to obtain freedom?
Nothing spared her the chance of doubt,
The pain that was vested into her that day was nominal,
Convinced by her deceptive glib of professionalism,
"I'm an investor",she always say,
With all my heart,I love her liberalism,
After several years of being a prison mate,
Her life is now channeled to spiritualism,
Great time in new testament holding grace!
Dancing
There is dancing
On the ground floor of earth
Eternally grateful by the beauty
I am sophisticated heart investor
Flora to flora
Fauna to fauna
I am seeking the lessons of body
No nudity is there
Centripetal gravity force of mind controls heartily
In my heart thou life dove is flying
The blazing dance craving my inside
As divine delightful oceanic tide
The eyebrows playing with eyeballs
The nose and nostrils spying the lips
The lips amorously kissing the mouth
The hands and fingers praying and pouring mysticism
The breast beating the mind lights of world fusion
The waist and navel showing the horizontal distance of happiness
The toes hypnotizing the weak fellow in moonwalking backwardness
No I am not there
Roaming I am on the apex throne of Olympic
where your dance shaking the spirit of Zeus soul
And Cupid seeking an eternity of me instead god of gods
by mystical unstated words of shaking exotic body
There I am in your veins of dance
In your heart surviving as an unrelenting drunkard
Till the connection with the metaphysics
where God lives alone thick ......
11.06.2020 Chattogram
In a few days, our country will pause and say, “Thanks, Lord”.
There are so many things for which I am thankful to God.
There is simply no end to the many people, circumstances, and experiences to which I have been privileged to be a part.
Nevertheless, time, space, and attention spans compel brevity.
There is a lady of a gentle, kind, and tender heart who’s to blame for my ability to take several trips by jumbo jets that I could not afford. Several years ago,
during both a season of joy and of grief, she was there for me and my wife. I am thinking of her with much gratitude this thanksgiving season. Her name is Sherry.
I am recalling a man who several years ago gifted me with a touch of his kindness and love. I shall never forget his eyes and spirit staring into mine, leaving me no doubt that he believed in me at a time when I was low. I was experiencing a dark place after surviving a storm of life on a raging sea. I’m thinking of one who became to me a beacon in the night. He’s a dear friend. His name is Ken.
There is a dear lady who on several occasions heaped compliments and praises upon me that I did not deserve. She always made me feel so very special. She passed on 14 months ago and resides in heaven now. She was indeed a dear lady. Her name was Joelen.
More than 25 years ago, I sought far and wide without success to secure a loan to purchase a home. Finally, an elderly gentleman stepped forward as an investor with the down payment. His action enabled my wife and me to become proud homeowners. He was a stranger who took a chance on us. We lost touch with him some time ago, but I’m thinking of him this Thanksgiving Season. His name is Gary.
11012016 cj PS