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My mind is as fascinated with investments and divestments
as my body is attracted to healthy and beautiful vestments,
and haunted by prospects of naked loss of home
and integral identity.
My vested interests emerge issues and concerns about nutrition,
as opposed to malnutrition.
Nutrition, whether economic or political,
pursues ecologically systemic complexity.
PolyCultural nutrition can be consumed and produced by a healthy cooperative ecosystem,
while a monoculturally disturbed and aggressive absence of balance
harmony
grace
perpetuates internal v external systemic trauma.
We would all prefer,
regardless of cultural history of our vestments,
avoiding Other's aggressive win/lose values
without win/win cooperative body-health/mind-wealth merit
as effectively democratic,
confluently inclusive,
peacefully compassionate
as possible
through clear polypathic discernment,
multiculturally resilient wellness
passion/pleasure co-invested,
economically and politically co-arising
enlightening and empowering
compelling
spacious and timeless
harmoniously cooperative wealth
overwhelmingly vested
in nondual co-arising
mind/body
passion/pleasure climaxing
wealth/health co-infested experience
Whether the pantheistically connected mind of an ant
or polypathically EarthMother nurtured human,
whether the soulful voice of a river
or polyculturing choices of a rich forest,
or the SunFather enlightened spirit
of EarthMother's empowering cooperative nature
My mind invests in
and divests of
anthropocentric economic and political
monoculturing monotheistic history
Of healthy bodies and beautiful minds
spaciously and timelessly
haunted by monoculturing prospects
of sacred EarthMother's loveless loss,
homeless absence
of cooperatively organic
panentheistic Gaian integrity.
EarthTribe's co-empathic
beautifully invested mind,
fascinating co-empathic body-divestments,
where curious polypathic nature's nutrition
cultivates spiritual-mental health diversions,
spaciously enlightened and timelessly wealthy
co-arising authentically enlightened
and integrally empowering
bicameral left/righteousness
Polypathically organic minds
fascinated with investments and divestments
of panentheistically sacred bodies
attracted to politically healthy
and economically wealthy
creolizing Gaian co-infestments.
Permaculture Design
is the opposite of Agriculture Resigned
to unacceptable short-term financial risks
and long-term health and nutrition disasters.
Permaculture Design
is a hybrid of Agriculturally resilient health-climates
and Landscape Architecture,
Design and Engineering
Planting and Harvesting economic cycles
to create not only beautifully interdependent properties
but also nutrition optimizing systems
for human proprietors, ZeroZones,
and also for healing exhausted soil
and water,
air quality
and fire management,
cooperative enlightenment
of ego/eco
left/right nondualistic
health/wealth systems,
Perpetual networks of nutritional
nurturing
nature-enspiriting
polypathic
and metaphoric
Golden Rule
and Golden Yin/Yang Ratio
double-binding non-zero sum emergent
polyculturing resilient outcomes.
As such,
Permaculture Design,
like Restorative Peace through EarthJustice,
invests in Elitist claims
for Truth/Beauty optimizing outcomes,
AND equally co-invests,
Left with cooperative Right-hemispheric,
in radically inclusive feeling-thoughts,
Win/Win experiences and bicameral aspirations
for optimal health/wealth-care outcomes
through compassionate ego/eco-therapeutic intention
for universally integral care-giving and EarthTribe-receiving
between individual proprietary creatures
and interdependent EarthHabitats,
seeking equivalent win/win NonZero-Sum CoPassions,
emergent, yet already integral
synergetically co-developing.
Permaculture Design experiential
prime relational
bilateral mathematic calculations
for Golden Health Ratio output
abstracts from Win-EliteYang /[OVER]
Lose-NonElite Yin
power analysis to grab hold of
NonElite-RightBrain Yin is co-operatively win/win integral awareness
through double-binding
co-arising relationships with
Elite-LeftBrain Yang,
So Yin=Yang
because YinSquared=Yang
(both Left and Right co-equal neurologically dia-logical consciousness)
as ZoneZero=ZoneOne within ZoneTwo within ZoneThree.,..
An interdependent
intersectional
poly-metaphoric Ego-EcoHabitat multiculturing history
Where and if and when
Permaculture Design brings healing neuro-psychological experience
of Left OneZone identity
co-arising Right integral cooperative individuation
for and of Earth's Win/Win
bilateral thought/felt
ZeroZone.
My classroom has a pet crocodile
A protector of the class
he's a hunter of bass
And a gentleman scholar
He cares about your grades.
invests in the arts, attends school plays
and greets the students everyday
he’s a mainstay...
he plays a lot of roles,
wears a lot of hats
fills holes in education and
plugs gaps
On a single day
he may play ...
the role of mentor, hype guy, and father figure
The kids show him respect and call him Mister
But he was always happy with Gilbert
Everyday a student has a crisis
It doesn’t matter if you are the meanest or nicest
Your lessons will be interrupted; If hes available, if he can,
Gilbert will step in to play the role Of Gentle Man
My go-to move, is leaving a crying student with a friend
If it's something they can't share,
I'll leave them with a smile,
a notebook, a pen,
a blank prompt for a letter they won't send...
Dealing with adult issues no one can mend.
An encouraging smile a gentle nod I keep it curt
I leave them with Gilbert.
I send a message to The councilor after;
Her backlog would fill you with dark laughter
But shes a master because my students feel heard
By her and Gilbert
Gilbert has Seen some
And I don't mean the pants he was shoved down.
Or the way he was swung around
So I had to insist he only bit
But he's soft and gently and the kids love him for it
And he hears things more serious…….
I think Gilbert cries when he’s alone
the messy cry where you let out a wailing moan
Where you cry so hard you forget about vanity
The kind of crying that saves your sanity
I find my car is a good place to cry
But Gilbert is a plush crocodile and cant drive
But I have to assume he cries because everyone has to have a process for letting go of the problems that aren't theirs
The projects and missions we can’t bear.
The responsibility that isn't ours to share
Sometimes, the most important thing about Gilbert, and me, is just that we’re there.
Well.
I have to teach too.
That's what they hired me to do
And I'm excited to do my job, my kids make it easy….
When I remember to appeal to their curiosity
And sometimes it's impossible not everyone loves Geography
But Gilbert and I will be there tomorrow
And the day after and next year
Because I really feel like I found a vocation, and it’s being right here
There once lived a worthy, wonky his view,
Having invented a business model,
Craftily he called it as Debt Spiral—
This creative, cock-eyed guy— Brummell Beau!
Got many a suit by his tailor made,
All on credit— big as his business was,
On highest crest he enjoyed credit grade,
And sure his business grew pulling no pause.
When so his tailor talked of unpaid bill,
Three more suits he would order on credit,
Pushing the spiral of debt— way uphill,
Poor tailor worried was—at end of wit.
World’s Uncle Sam today treads on this trail,
Its dollar debt breaching the global roof,
Producing a package of Holy Grail,
Gullible Faith, when hast thou needed proof?
And nations nudged are on green backs to trade,
Sprouting and pushing up paper credit
That, if not junk, nigh but of sub-prime grade,
Backed by gold, goods nor yet goodwill a bit.
There seems no alt, Euro in crisis worst,
Their pledges far less than plenty can pool,
Not more than wool in eyes world’s left to trust,
And globe’s gullible suffer silent fool.
Yea, China may be too eager to wear
The pinching shoes— with little trust, least faith,
As trade spouse, yet to prove she’s not unfair,
So, Dollar's here till one parts— debt or death!
Tailors of world may have a grudge to nurse,
But Brummell had invented male trousers,
He sure deserves his coveted a crown—
For catching world tailors clueless, pants down!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 02.06.2010 |
Poet’s Note: In ancient India, Charvak talked of rinam kritvaa gheetam pibet… incur debt and enjoy. USA today follows this dictum to perfection. Countries like Japan that export more than they import have a huge balance of trade, which when saved has to be kept in a reserved currency like Dollars. You save and keep these savings in the form of Dollar Bonds. Many countries do so. China is another among the big. USA invests this money to be prosperous. Today, it seems only fools save. You are smart if you can borrow big, consume big. This narrative poem tells us how it all started.
Do you know how important the role of a father is?
Its as important as that of a mother.
Either in office or at home,
He is always able to manage it in one go.
The long years he spends and puts into his hard work,
Just for the betterment of himself and his family members.
As soon as his child in this devastating Earth is born,
A father becomes even more happy than a farmer seeing his harvested corn.
Its he who is always tensed about his child’s career,
Always running hither and thither for his/her luxurious future.
The golden values that he teaches
The great experiences that he shares,
Are the unique ones which can only be found
From the speeches of one’s father.
He is the one, who invests the right money at right places,
Leave it not be for mutual funds and many other cases.
To build his nest and develop family for the best
In order to secure his as well as his family’s future,
And so that they would never feel to be surpassed by others.
Just as a Santa Clause arrives to fulfill all the children’s dreams once a year,
A father acts like a Santa Clause for their whole life and protect them from all fear.
The luxurious facilities that he provide of his hard earned money,
Just in order to see a spark of smile on the face of his children and family.
Its often seen that a child idolizes his father,
Because of his great deeds and the way to inspire.
He always acts like a guiding force for his children,
Till the moment he satisfies himself that they have become maturates.
He is often seen to be a leader of his family,
Always saving and rescuing them from any difficulty.
Whenever his children demands for a new dress or shoes to wear,
He sees to it that their wishes are not left to be spared.
It’s the prime duty of his family members to follow all his decisions
May not be its right or wrong,
We always have to obey it all.
It’s the sincere request in the end from the core of my heart,
To all the beloved children and fathers of the world’s cart.
Please maintain a good rapport forever,
As time and tide waits now or never.
One for ten dollars is how much each one should cost to save on
mathematical problems. Here goes:
Either he or she who or either he or she who hasn't.
The who goes on front of Poetry Soup Fortune T Shirt
and the hasn't goes on the back as a reminder. Now
at your convenience allow me to continue on
completely at your discretion and not defection
like when ISIS is involved.
He who never gets of train heading for a long ride.
He who hasn't bought flowers twice heading for double trouble.
He who worships God a lot my many angels will be sought.
He who writes many poems always likes life longer a lot.
He who doesn't write poems life more likely is to be doomed.
He who each much food will end up with more consumed.
He who eats a lot must allow for a lot of room.
He who battles with own personal life will lose one which was hard fought.
He who studies and listens a lot more likely to end up well-taught.
He who doesn't study life's ins and outs will have one more likely to rot.
He who drinks having too many shots will probably will end up shot.
He who commits a crime hopefully will end up being caught.
He who is stuck on himself thinks that he is hot to trot.
He who drinks something good says it sure has hit the spot.
He who is unsure of himself doesn't know whether or not.
He who has just been born will hopefully end up being a little tot.
He who stands closest to fire is the first one who will get hot.
He who is a happy fisherman is the one who many fish has caught.
He who is a fisherman with much money just may have a yacht.
He who invests much money returns more may be a lot.
He who wants to be on best team gives it all he has got.
He who never studies at all his brain is big as a dot.
He who is born in Scotland most assuredly will be a Scot.
And, and, and he who has no scruples at all among others will never stand tall.
He who has come up high in the world has further down to fall.
So now you add something. How about it Poetry Soup. Have you
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Jim Horn
Earth
I love to dwell on a hill slope
Where humbly lies my humble home
Bordering the river of hope
With giant trees shrouding its dome.
The sweet water of the river
Nourishes my hillside garden,
A showcase for some rare flowers,
Which I till during the weekends.
I gather strength from morning strolls
On strait lanes along the river
That hums tunes to comfort my soul
And relieves woes of my quiver.
Inhaling the fresh morning air
With sparrows singing their soft songs,
Butterflies hopping everywhere
Procures strength one`s life to prolong.
Staring at some lovely lilies
Opening their buds is delight
That very few other beauties
Can vie as relish to the sight.
Gazing at trees and upper hills
While caring for earth and plant`s health
Invests the heart with shines of thrill
And the body with nature’s strength.
Contemplating beauty of earth
Confers vigour to onlookers
That is enduring till last breath
Of nature saviours and seekers.
Indeed, cherishing earth beauty
Ignites in man love for nature,
Sharpens taste for sublime duty
And his love for Divine Mother.
The A, class people
there had been a mass outbreak, thefts from the store
selling fairy tales, honestly, it had nothing to do with me
It was not me who wrote, if you love a tree, it will uproot
settle outside your living room, you can admire it daily
the tree, if an oak grows taller and taller blocking your street view, and the house will be permanently in the shade and your electricity bills horrendous.
An olive tree upon hearing the love call of one in love with the fauna, came and settled in the middle of the road outside, blocking the traffic of trucks full of muck
Do something, they hollered!
I closed my eyes hard and saw the galaxy blinking
stars, colored light of rockets flying from planets trying
to sell an invention made by a Mars man who moved
to earth “inventing” what had been invented on Jupiter by a man called Tesler, not tolerating the earth's diet he had
in the middle of the night, flown back to Jupiter
the man from Mars is into rockets (naturally) and electric cars, he also not of the goodness of his heart, helps people to invest in his projects
It is simple, you give him $1000.00 he invests the money
on your behalf and six months later you will receive 2000$.
all this is tempting but since the gigantic pyramid case
in Romania, I have cold feet.
This has nothing to do with the love of trees
so much so, that the princess worrying about the state of her father's kingdom, can't sleep at night despite sleeping on top of seven mattresses and a duvet made of spun, white
clouds – we have been informed the duvet can also be brown
The princess fell off her mattress but we were on guard she was saved, apparently she had been dreaming of a Roma-looking stable boy.
No, she didn't tell us about the dream, but we could guess.
A Chinese proverb has it, that if you save a person's life you are personable and responsible for that person's life
That is the way it is, we are stuck with rich people and royals because we are forelock-touching fools
Born into this world, my opinion never mattered
Had no voice yet today my tears flow like a stream
Born into hardship and poverty, its no fault of mine
No need to ask my pains... for the fast receding of my flesh showcasing my bones tells my story
Most times I feel its punishment for what I know not... but I look around and see thousands just like me
Without food nor water
Without clothes nor a place to call home
Without light in sight... I wonder if God exists
Holy books talking of His love for us and I wonder if i have been forsaken
If we have been condemned to hell on earth for reasons unknown
If we are being punished for breathing
Who is to blame; society or poverty
In a heartless society, a few of heart still exist
Not all take delight in the sufferings of others
Where as others choose to condemn, a few choose to redeem
Giving back hope and life to people rejected by all, they go the extra mile
A father to the orphan who society abandoned
A husband to the widow whose world came to a halt, still grieving, she was chased away
The only shoulder that old woman needed before being pushed to the wicked grips of camps supposed for witches
Genuinely on the course of humanity, he invests his sweat
An investment seeking smiles as profit
A believe in the betterment of life, an umbrella of love hope and care is spread
Society can never be perfect but none deserves its Cruelty
It doesn't take much to touch lives but only a few do
Cheers to the few
Having gone days without food, I know what it means to have a saviour.
Indeed you are a man of the people
A king for all and heart for good
It warms our heart to know;
despite being an orphan
despite living in poverty
despite being widowed and the pains of accusations
Our lives still means something
Giving us hope and a reason to live, we say THANK YOU
Thank You for not making vulnerable a curse
Naa Tia Foundation Without doubt is the reason behind my smiles and shot at life
In good government sectors,
Inside capital-driven outside energized urban environments,
In healthy cooperative societies,
In proper green-civilizing schools,
and domestically robust economies,
Outer boundary views
remain openly and resiliently cooperative,
while less universally compassionate internal views,
from within each everyday and night non-sabbath,
non-elite ego-fragmentary, yet still eco-interdependent, parts
may compete for fair healthy investment share
to become sufficiently noticed
known
and appreciated.
In privately incorporated company(ies),
competition schools
and within ZeroSum economic assumptions:
If humanity Wins
then Earth must inevitably Lose,
promoting political systems running away
without balancing ecologically empowering economies,
Outer culture-boundary views
appear ponderously, narrowly, thickly, impermeably closed-off
by past competitions in self-defensive ego-promotion,
While more internal cooperative cultures
may privately long for healthier resilience,
for wealthiest co-passioning market corners,
cracks
healing positive revolutionary feelings and needs
to restore paid forward forgiveness
healing neglected, yet still malleable,
co-responsive climate fissures.
Despotic WalledSystem defensive dogma,
personally narcissistic
and politically cynical
and economically sadistic,
with realistic faith only in competitive business predators
results in short-term divestments away from cooperatively-owned health,
with outcomes stealing from next year's
next generation's authentically open opportunities
to compete against time
to cooperatively win
Earth's annual health-market popularity contest,
A realistically healthy government sector
invests Earth-patriotically
ego-rationally
and eco-logically
in deep learning economies
promoting long-term communally resilient health
re-investments of and for Earth's positively energetic democracy.