Long Leaved Poems
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He's tiny
barely one inch long,
stubby tail
too short to grab or hold.
Glossy black ebony fur
so thick and full
reflected in the rays of sun
too brief to be seen.
He's fast and quick
slithering between the stones
appearing in the hidden crevices
then gone.
The seeds are set
clustered in a dish
prepped for bird, squirrel or chipmunk
but from the earth below he rises.
Rippled fur to find a place
taking seed hurriedly
just one or two
then disappears.
Beneath the stones somewhere
below the piled branches
in between the scattered leaved
he slips into a burrowed home.
There lies piles of sequestered seed
stored dry, ready and safe
for the cold winter ahead
the stockpile haven
of a tiny shrew.
I drive through sultry green-leaved countryside;
so divorced from toxic urban suicide,
I notice a black and white hand-painted sign
emerging on my right side
of patriotic red resolution,
"STAND UP
FOR YOUR COUNTRY"
Which feels aimed against
tall and massive Black
Lives Mattering athletes
on politicized knees
before national commodified cameras
of discontent.
Yet also aimed at me,
longing to erase homophobic "COUNTRY"
Despite our polycultural beauty
and historical promise
of universal democracy,
of economic regenerating energy,
Longing to replace this monocultural
narrow patriotic word
with our Whole Open Systemic
"PLANET"
of interdependent tribes
and green cooperative corporations.
No sooner thought
than multiculturally retransfigured
to please
and pleasure
and paradise us all,
STAND UP,
AS YOU ARE ABLE,
FOR YOUR COUNTRY
AND OUR PLANET
To do otherwise
feels like still having empty hope
that Straight White Daddy knows best
While his wife
and kids
and grandkids
and other sentient organic property
are poisoned,
suffocated,
drowned,
burned,
shot,
plagued,
terrorized,
criminalized,
hate-crimed,
vilified,
tarred and feathered,
hung,
beheaded,
commodified,
commercialized,
bought and sold,
rented out,
pimped,
capitalized,
exploited,
extracted from the herd,
marginalized,
impoverished,
Othered,
sex-crimed
While starving,
thirsting for global
ecofeminist
green cooperative
win/win EarthJustice
Soaking into sultry green-leaved countryside
divorced from toxic nationalistic suicide.
Caren sat inside her treehouse
Sequestered sixteen feet in the air
Camouflaged by two sparkly leaved cottonwoods
The Della Bettas were arguing loudly
In Italian
They live up the block on the corner
In a green house
There was no denying their tones
She reached into her book pile
Librarians limited her to seven books a day
What to read first? They were all hand-picked this morning
She chooses seven every morning in the summer
She looked up from her pirate adventure
Hearing two happy women
Meeting at the clothesline, pinning up laundry
Her mother and a neighbor, their happiest time of the day
The gap between us is so wide
You’re so distant away from me
Now I understand we’re worlds apart
But I know I perfectly played my part
I was wishing time will give us a chance.
But little did I know you were off for another dance.
Yes, now I know I was living in illusion
Of which I thought was a perfect adhesion.
You should have looked back before you leaved my life
You should have thought twice before you roll the dice
My life is almost empty without you
Yet, I have to keep on without you
Tears fall off my eyes and wet my face each time I think of you.
And my lonely heart cries out all day for you.
I can’t understand, but I know there is something wrong
You were the sweetest part of my life for so long
But now we walk no more in the calmness of the night
And play no more together under the moon light
Nor wake up again very early in the morning to watch the rising sun
Where lives aliveness,
healthy wholeness,
organically fluid integrity?
Despite trauma
unwanted present irreparable loss
separation
divorce
apartheid
excommunication
impeachment
shunning
incrimination
shaming
bully victimization
suffered also in our past,
personal
and/or vicarious
Now all right feeling
sometimes noticing chronic stress
in a systemic light/dark skinned racist
and homophobic bisexual-erotic
exotic past still felt present
deadening business as loser usual
In competitive CapitalHeaded values
for LeftBrain dominant privilege
monoculturing
monotheistic
monopolistic
purely white bright light
monochromatic
monological
non-ecological
verbal written down HIStory
Not much about woke-up
EarthMother wombed aliveness
with
and for
and of
and from polycultural EarthCreation
fully wholesum
widely pre-cognitive
and deep intuitive integrity,
Potential for win/win nature-spirited compassion,
love for felt trusted Truth,
passion for harmonic uniting Beauty
Inside as outside
inhaled
as neighboring green-leaved
and alively needled trees
exhale empowering,
nurturing,
nutritional enlightenment,
Co-operative Way
co-empathic Truth
and democratically Green
co-passionate wellbeing Life
Read analogically
top left toward bottom right
AND metaphorically
Bottom right felt Life on through
waving Ways
toward wellbeing truthfully cooperative.
He fell one stormy midnight clear,
His feet upon his head,
He deaf of mouth and blind of ear,
All purple, green and red.
He dined politely on a rose,
Then with a speckled hen,
He quickly drew himself a nose,
And put it on again.
He paid the hen all shiny pound,
Then gave his ear a flick,
A tiny thought leapt to the ground,
And scurried up a stick.
"Hello there little sky-fall man,
A bildog, blain and ned.
I live inside your gumble mind,
That's right, inside your head".
"My name is wonder where and how
And who and what and why,
And what you're wondering right now?
How fell you from the sky?"
Down trouble eye our little man
Shed single Silver tear,
As off to forge some further plan,
Thought flew back down his ear.
So down he stood and set he off
To answer up his quest,
His head puffed out, his feet aloft
And walking on his chest.
He walked through woods where gilbroks played
Upon the purple moss,
With trees all trunked of plasticine
And leaved with candy floss.
For three long days but not so long
He walked on through the wood,
Until he heard a silver song
that tickled 'neath his hood.
The song it came from purple rock
Amid the Numbum trees,
Upon the rock, the Dandy-dock
Sat singing to the bees.
"All hail the Dandy," our friend cried
Before the purple stone,
"Hello there!" Dandy-dock replied
"My haven't how you've grown!"
"I am afraid I cannot help"
The Dandy softly groaned,
"You must search out the Bollynelp
Near the lake of Sollynoad"
So off he trekked to find the stream
That led out to the lake,
Across the lands of pink ice-cream
And plains of chocolate cake.
The stream ran on and skipped and played,
And sang it's tales of old,
But in the lake the waters stayed,
All tinged with green and gold.
High in a tree beside the shore
The Bollynelp sat chatting,
He talked a little then some more
Of chalk and cheese and matting.
"I'm sorry," called this strange old bird
To our hero down below,
"A quest like yours I've never heard
But the Dumble dog will know"
"The Dumble dog I'm sure you'll see
Upon that distant beach
Where our fine land does cease to be
And the jelly ocean's reach"
He thanked the Bolly with a sigh
And turned towards the shore,
And off he walked, still feet held high,
And chest upon the floor.
An Old Oak Tree stands proud and tall
Through time it probably has seen it all
As time went by from year to year
It looked closely never fear
Standing magnificent for over 800 years
In a meadow frequented by Horses and Deer’s
In its earliest years it would have seen many a sight
Of riders on horseback be it a King or a Knight
Who’s Armour would have shined and glinted in the Noonday Sun
As they Hunted animals just for fun
Many a King may have come and gone
Many a Sunny day and bright Moon shone
Its leaves a fluttering in the wind and rain
As centuries came and past in vain
As time went by things moved on and on
The Knights they had come and gone
As centuries passed by the tree stood tall
Through all those years it had seen it all
Even Lovers in the pale moonlight
Lay on the ground holding each other tight
What else went on only the oak tree knows
Time like a river just flows and flows
The Sunlight still glints on its weathered leaves
Hanging from its branches like badly ripped sleeves
Now growing old looking tired and worn
Standing next to a field of corn
This giant of nature still standing tall and proud
Would forever stand out from the crowd
Many a day I have passed by this wise old tree
Sees how it’s leaved glistened as the look down at me
It will probably stand for many more years
Each season it’s leaves will fall like tears
But for me it will always raise smile upon my face
My quiet and truly wondrous place.
They though me not to care
They thought me not to care
When I care they didn't even realized
When I showed them love
They carelessly did not see
They thought me not to worry about nothing
They showed how they leaved their lives
I tried to be responsible for each one of them
But they thought me not to care
I was all alone caring for them
While they didn't even recall my presence
I realized that I was waisting my time
I was their student bt I graduated
To be the best,to be the Master
They thought me not to care.
I leaved with hope for change
But I realized what they were made off
Change was never the material
They thought me not care
They thought me not to care
I wanted to be different
Because I was different
But I was wrong because my
Colour differs from the rest
Their rule was simple
If you can't beat them join them
Who am I was gonna beat them
They installed the chip of carelessness
Within me,I'm one of them
They thought me not to care......
I see beyond the
sea-snake crown
of thick-leaved jewels,
as a gossamer veil
conceals jealous goblins
shape-shifting above
a snow-dappled forest
of freckled weeds…
there third-eye rests
amidst tangerine tentacles
tearing my cinnamon
green clemency
glazed with holographic
lime gold clover….
now I’m torn
between wicked willows,
and a weeping angel,
vying for my
peridot throne,
embellished with
envious emeralds,
piercing passionately
through sparkling scales
of mermaid skin,
as peacock oceanic fairies
within skeleton silence
flutter mint-teal memoirs
of a narcissistic mantis~
tangling starry soliloquies..
there eagle-spotted
mantas swirl across
moon-kissed streams
unfolding marine magnificence
through mysteriously
malevolent musings..
I care not for the
rustic trinkets you wear
on fiery feathers
like cluttered calligraphy~
screaming in
high-pitched stillness,
longing to be seen and heard,
their faded fragrance
glows now within
tranquil twilight roots
like a forgotten facade,
while I sit secluded~
in my flaming coral garden,
as the modest maiden
of the rosemary sun,
unmoved and unbothered,
by the wailing wind
carrying notorious narratives
of eclipsed echoes
from sorrowful souls,
where hollow fangs
caress cruel
currents of chaos,
oblivious to the
sonatas of jasmine rain,
for I sing not for the spiteful
tides of tethered turquoise,
rippling with
salt-soaked souvenirs
mirroring the
untamable agony
of lost ancestors.
Melodies pour out from my soul.
They float up towards the stars,
swirl in and around clouds,
swerve, spiral and swoop like swallows
in search of their cozy homely branches
of the tall stately cedar trees.
Melodies of my passionate serenade,
a dulcet harmonious canticle of praise,
listen, they sing of my undying love
for you, just for you and none other than you.
For I was made for you as you were made for me.
What can come between us, my loved one?
Melodies of mine whirl glide and waltz,
like a breeze among the thick-leaved trees,
under the canopy of star-lit night sky and settle
upon your luscious lips in a long endearing kiss.