Long Labor Poems
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The market rules all
We are nothing but products
The rights to us
Have long been sold
Bow down and worship
The all mighty market
Everything we do
Everything we see
Everything we are
Nothing but our personal brand
Nothing human left over
Nothing authentic left over
Nothing but lies
Fake news
nonsense
The world does not care one whit
About you and me
As people
It is all about the profits that can be made
By exploiting our labor
And once we are used up
We become a liability
And a burden
If you have not made it to the top
By age 55
You are a loser
And should be retired
Forced to live out your life
On your miserable pension
As you wait to die
No longer useful
To the Masters of the Universe
And true love
Nothing but an illusion
It is all about the sex, baby
And how getting your baby
Ahead at all costs
Who cares about love
It is all nothing
But a second-hand emotion
As the song puts it
Love is nothing but a sexual commodity
And we are all nothing but interchangeable
Commodities in the marriage and love market
And ***** values rule the bedroom
As we are nothing more than used body parts
Who cares about friendship
It is all about how they can use you
And you can use them
To get ahead
True Love and genuine connections
Cannot survive
In this toxic soup
Of the modern materialist world
God and spirituality
Nothing but a scam
As our so call Christian Leaders
Proclaim their love for you
All they love is your donations
And they too are part of the market
Jesus if he ever comes back
Will no doubt
Be used to sell more goods
As the right to Jesus
Has also been sold
Toss a pebble onto still waters
does it skip the surfaces
does it fly
or does it plunk deep into the recesses of the deep
Patience is the virtue of a weary soul
longevity begets wisdom through trail and error
Youth by nature is impatient
Pray for rain and receive a flood
does your cup runneth over
Bury your dreams and smother hope
Hate is easy and justifies self doubt
True love takes time and is earned
Honest labor works for the betterment of all
Time is everything
Time is nothing
If life goes in cycles
can it recycle too
The flat stone slides across the water's surface
with three great leaps and skips
Enjoyment in simple things allows happiness overall.
Lessons From Life When Simple
(From my Grandfather)
By: Miracle Man
1/9/2021
My grandparents lived on the farm and had ten children.
This was a time when large families we’re a requirement and each child had a job. (didn’t have to hire any labor that way) and at a time when all
planting and harvesting was done by hand or animals.
Two things my mom told me when I was a youngster was that Grand-pa had told them was “Always tell the truth and let the chips fall where they will” and that he “had never heard of anyone dying from hard work.”
Great advice coming from people who lacked a formal education.
Those two things have always stuck with me throughout my life and served me well.
Tom
Form:
Within our Green Sanctuary
extensive proposal-writing family:
When did universal political salvation
become a uniform economy of non-redemption?
When did worshiping Earth's Divinity
become celebrating humanity's Humanism?
When did unitarian win/win webs
wombs
root systems
eggs
seeds
umbilical cords of compassion's DNA nutrition,
living forests,
dynamic oceans,
multiculturing climates,
robust atmospheres,
harmonic communions
resonant re-creation stories
become smug and self-satisfied win/lose evolution theories,
supported by side by side religious walls
of mutual theology-trumps-ecology exclusion
of right-brain felt inclusions?
When will we universal-leftbrain and rightbrain-unitarian nondually notice,
Yang with Yinclusive,
EgoPatriarch with EcoFeminist appreciate,
that "ecological exclusion",
like "military cognitive/emotive win/win intelligence"
is an extended anti-family oxymoron?
Both left-brain dissonant
and right-brain longing for healthier resilient resonance?
When do we remember
to celebrate competitive win/lose Labor Day
by growing
and demarginalizing
and uncommodifying
cooperative win/win grace-filled Play Day?
while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
all abustle skittering
to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important activity yielding profits,
sans blood, sweat and tears won
full throttle industrial
manufacturers quaking unstoppably
only intermittently pausing,
where managers standing arms akimbo
asper quizzical looking hue cree ton
megaphone blaring orders to underlings
so "Boss" tweed can line pockets
for his/her daughter and/or son
Head Honcho most aggrieved,
when red ink doth run
undermining the bottom line,
thus farming out labor to distant places
(where wages amount
to pennies on the dollar)
locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu,
et cetera where pun
gnashing working conditions tantamount
to slave labor,
yet scare other options open
hence able bodied men,
women and children scramble,
despite back breaking grueling physically
exhausting grunt job accepting second to none
with nary any rest for weary
long as workweek includes a mon
day, where bloodied bare hands claw
purported Mother lode
with feigned frenzied zest
enterprise bolstered
via executive bank ministers
financing lucrative scheme
attended to by majordomo
attired in expensive vest
corporate investment project elicits
quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir
produced from heavily guarded recipe
qua electric kool aid acid test
where coeval business men/women rest
assured bonanza forecast upon
former green acres hiding treasured quest
marginally concerned such nettlesome
pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks
wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest
shortsighted exploitation money making embarkation
glorified as investment nsync to feather nest
retirement funds despite leaving the environment messed
up, whereby future generations saddled with
poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating
gaping wounds upon Gaia at best
shortening quality of life
for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.
FOR A SWEET SABLE SAINTLY MOTHER
Wearing her crown of pearly white hair,
Her sunken orbs glowed with a regal glare.
Her ebony hued, wrinkle hands, strong as stone
Are monuments of the burdening labor she had owned.
As her broken body has known sorrow and pain,
It remains a mystery how she has managed to remain sane.
Though her life has known despair and great depravity,
She’s never succumbed to the indignities of social gravity.
Indeed, “life for her has been no crystal stair”,
Yet, for us, she has always been there with loving care.
She’s the sturdy black bridge which we’ve crossed over on;
To travel along the jubilee road towards our liberation.
Indeed, this raven skin queen reins supreme like no other:
Praise God for the blessing me with this sweet sable saintly mother.
Solely the summer’s heat dissipates,
Temperatures at night cooling daily;
The promises of the ants to gather,
Gatherings awaits the time that so last
Tunneling burrows interphases space;
Burrowing systems of storage down, down,
down, down, down, burrowing storing livelihood;
Pasting all climate changes summer speaks
To fall amidst the season flow floating;
Flowing as summer turns to fall labor works
As the ants travel working autumns rush;
As the ants pack up preseason storage;
Rushing for soon summer’s autumn turns to winter call
As the ants pack up preseason storage
To fall amidst the season flow floating
Ant’s tunnels ready to hibernate food
As the ants pack up preseason storage ;
9/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Why do we aim hot hate at each other
causing further cracks and craters in dried-up deserted Earthers,
when we could choose to heal and recreate
formerly fertile forested and grassland soils
to reform and rejuvenate subclimates of therapy?
ReCreating springs and filters of and for clean rich waters,
together restoring healthy air
to breath more deeply together
as we plan Earth's further fun and happier rejuvenation,
yet another pronoia year, and season,
decade and win/win millennium.
We retain polyculturing subclimates
of good cooperative potential
so urgently needed.
We have no sacred time left for anti-organic guns and missiles.
We have so much labor-neglected waste and inhumane depreciation
for labor-intensive machetes and rakes and shovels.
No time left for any isms short of multiculturally rich Earthism.
For this we bicamerally emerged
and to this co-empathic center we each return
happier together,
more peace prosperous,
co-mentoring ecopolitical therapy.
Those who choose revenge and terror
do not believe they have been given a healthy choice;
that they have been born into a trauma triggering mess
out of which they can only compete to explode first and best.
And, who among us
has never known this victim of Earth's vast apathetic despair
darkly smoldering for protagonistic revenge?
Who are those most worthy of catching this compelling vision?
for co-redemptive healing nursing landscapes and nurturing rivers,
within as without,
purifying our formerly chaste seas and skies
all perpetually
polyculturally
polypathically
revolving around and with one another
in hope of further resonant resolutions,
resilient fertile regeneration.
Pathologies of paranoid win/lose eviL
less than more
than healthy pronoia Live
as spelled-out
swelled-up
in win/win regeneration
reverse of lose/lose degeneration.
REDEMPTION FOR SOMETHING
THAT MEANS SOMETHING
ONLY TO THOSE WHO ARE INVOLVED
BOWING BEFORE MEN WHO
WISH YOU TO SEE THEM AS SUPERIOR
WHETHER YOU ARE BETTER OF BEST
BEYOND THE FEATS OF STRENGTHS
BEYOND THE RECOGNITION OF
A PAST THAT MADE YOU GREAT
THEY THOUGHT HIM BEATABLE
THEY REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE
HIS LUSTER
THEY SPOKE OF HIM AS DULL AND UNADMIRIBLE
THEY HONED THEIR SKILLS TO COMPETE
BUT SPOKE HIM AS A NOTHING
AND FIGURED HIM TO BE BENEATH THEM
WHAT CHARISMA HAS HE THAT THOSE
WHO WISH APPEAL FROM MASCULINITY FINDS HIM
UNWANTED AND UNEXCITING
CRAWL BEFORE THOSE WE WISH TO BED
AND LABOR TO BE DEFEATED AS THEY ARE WISER
TO LOVE THOSE WHO LOVE THEM
YET THEY SPEAK OF HIM CHORING FROM BOUT TO BOUT
AND HIS LABOR NON-INSPIRING
THOSE PAST GREATNESSES SEK
FOLLOW-UP AND THOSE
WHO WISH HIM IN OPPOSITION
DO SO TO STRENGTHEN THEIR OWN NEEDS FOR
ADMIRATION AND ATTENTION
WHAT NIGHTS AHEAD HIM
THAT HIS DAY OF WRECKING SHALL FIND HIM
TO BE SEEN AS BETTER THAN OR BEST
MIGHT EACH CHALLENGE FIND HIM
TO ONE DAY LIVE OUT THAT DREAM
HIS BODY HAS MADE HIM AFFORD
MIGHT THE GREATEST WORDS
EVER SPOKEN BE ABOUT HIS LABORS
THAT HE IS BEST
AND THOSE WHO HAS OPPOSED HIM
HAVE DONE SO THAT THEY ARE EQUALLY GREAT OR BEST
The load bearing capacity
Load bearing consistency
It lack such but provides
the artist the ability to create
It's need for insulation
He stood before with
Such a grin
The conversation would be
needed to talk in a standized
Way.
Grams into ounces
Kilos into pounds
Liters into cups
They stood there smiling
Like gold miners we
Struggle with the same
Math.
Might these conversations
Make the fear of gypsum
Block making easier or
easiest that we fear not
that thou are with us
To speak these manga stations true.
That those who wish us parted
May frown in the fact that have
been undermined in a reversed fashion
Might they then speak us as
Lord and Laird, yet we pray
Yet we pray!